They came quickly and left quickly.
Just as Xing Baohua left, Secretary Huang arrived on his bicycle. Looking at Xing Baohua's retreating figure, he reached out and waved, calling out, "Hey! Little Xing..."
With that little motorcycle's sound, let alone being unable to hear others from over a hundred meters away, even within five or six meters, if you don't speak loudly, people simply can't hear what you're saying.
Liu Haibo's little home.
The three of them walked in, looking exhausted, and immediately lay down on the sofa.
The young woman quickly served them tea. She then went outside to fetch a basin of warm water, rinsed the towels with it, and brought it in for Liu Haibo and the others to wash up.
"I'm drinking with them every day, I'm almost vomiting blood," Zhang Taoming said lazily with his eyes closed.
“Who says otherwise! I’m almost at my breaking point too. We’ve built up the connections, now it’s up to you guys,” Sun Changjie said.
Only Liu Haibo lay half-reclined on the sofa, a slight smile on his lips, without saying a word.
"Bozi, what are you laughing at?" Sun Changjie asked.
"Nothing, I just wanted to laugh." Liu Haibo said, laughing at himself.
Zhang Taoming asked, "I've finished all the procedures for them. We're just waiting for their application. Once the application is submitted, the loan should be disbursed within a week."
"That's great! I'll urge them tomorrow. And let me tell you something else, take a look at this first." Liu Haibo said, taking out a piece of paper from his pocket. Inside the paper were three golden beans the size of rice grains.
The three of them huddled together, staring at each other wide-eyed.
Zhang Taoming, in particular, stared intently at Liu Haibo before asking, "Where did this come from? It's not gold, is it?"
“It looks like gold to me. If it were copper, the color would be dull and it wouldn’t be this shiny,” Sun Changjie said.
"While you two were running around, Xing Baohua came to see me. Taozi, do you remember when we took those boards to him and he said they were useless boards?"
“I know! We didn’t get it back, did we? What happened?” Zhang Taoming asked.
"It was extracted from that pile of scrap boards," Liu Haibo said excitedly.
"Holy crap..." Zhang Taoming didn't know how to express his surprise. And Liu Haibo's sister-in-law behind him was even more shocked, covering her mouth with her small hand.
“You two have no idea! When he delivered it, my eyes almost popped out of my head. Taozi, take the gold back and weigh it, then find someone to exchange it for. We'll go collect some broken boards to refine gold,” Liu Haibo said.
"Can it work?" Zhang Haitao asked.
"Isn't it obvious? Before they realize they can refine gold, let's make some money from this first." Liu Haibo made a pinching motion with his thumb and forefinger.
Sun Changjie, who was standing to the side, suddenly asked, "How many boards did it take to train these three little gold pieces? Didn't you ask?"
“I was so happy that I forgot to ask. That kid didn’t say either. Now that you’ve brought it up, it’s a problem! What if Taozi’s broken boards don’t yield any results after refining? We’ll still lose money. I’ll go ask that kid tomorrow. If we can make a profit, we’ll buy more broken boards.”
Xing Baohua and Xu Shuai found a street stall, ordered two side dishes, and each drank a bottle of baijiu.
Xu Shuai recounted his relationship with Liu Juanjuan, starting with exchanging information and gradually developing their relationship.
From holding hands to kissing, and then to their first sexual encounter, Xu Shuai was completely dazed.
She was telling her happy love story, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. In the end, she burst into tears, crying like a child.
The wine doesn't intoxicate, but the person gets drunk on their own. That's how it happened. Before he had even finished half a bottle of wine, Xu Shuai was already drunk.
For a moment of pleasure, one can regret it for a lifetime!
Actually, Xing Baohua was also secretly suffering and anxious, wondering when he could finally have some meat!
I can't afford it, I can't afford it. Even if I were experienced, I wouldn't dare to drive it.
Xing Baohua finished the rest of the wine. Fortunately, he was still clear-headed, but he was a little unsteady on his feet.
Xu Shuai and I walked back arm in arm, swaying as we went.
After walking for a while, Xing Baohua looked back at his little rickshaw and thought to himself, "Let's take this back!"
I wanted to take out my phone to call a designated driver, but then I realized it was the wrong era.
Xing Baohua and Xu Shuai returned to the stall and said to the owner, "Boss, here's two yuan. Please call someone over for me."
"Hey, why are you drinking so much! Don't bother calling for help. I'll take you home on my cart," the boss said as he walked over after Xing Baohua called him.
"Don't bother seeing me off, I have a car. Just take my brother home, I'll follow behind," Xing Baohua said.
"You've drunk so much and you're still riding a bike? You'll be in trouble if you fall. Why don't you leave it here and I'll watch it for you? You can come back and ride it when you have time tomorrow," the shopkeeper said kindly.
"No need. I'm fine. My brother lives in the machinery factory's residential area, you can deliver it there. I'll give you two yuan."
"No money needed, no money needed, but you'd better watch out!"
Xing Baohua rode his bicycle very, very slowly. It swerved left and right on the road; thankfully, there weren't many motor vehicles in those days, otherwise it would have been dangerous.
Xing Baohua was heading back to his dormitory when he saw a girl in a white dress as he approached the factory gate.
He was carrying a large suitcase and was struggling to walk forward.
From behind, the girl had a great figure—long legs, tall, and a slim waist. Seeing how much effort she was putting in, my "good guy" mode kicked in. Helping someone carry a suitcase might earn me a "good guy" card.
So I just stepped on the gas and sped off.
With a snort, the sputtering engine startled the girl, who turned around and saw a dark figure dart past her.
Clang. Another sound.
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