Hearing Zhao Di call her, Ruan Xianxian raised her cat-like little face.
"Treasure hunting?"
She pointed to the wooden furniture peeking out from the pile of scrap, "See? Look in the nooks and crannies and crevices. I'll lend you my knife to dismantle the wood. Return it to me when you're done."
Chen Zhaodi took the soft knife and handed it to her; it looked very sharp. She then changed direction and began to plane the wood.
As Ruan Xian looked away, a rapid urging sound rang in her mind: "Hurry up, dig down another half meter, do you see that firewood stick?"
Wood wrapped in gold, truly wood wrapped in gold!
The guy stuck his butt out again, ["Don't rush me, don't rush me, we'll dig it up soon."]
A moment later, a mottled stick, about the thickness of a baby's arm, with charred marks at the end, fell into the palm of the hand.
Weighing it in my hand, I can tell how much it weighs...
Looking at the smooth, barbless fire poker in my palm, I realized it had been carefully handled by someone before.
Given its weight alone, if it weren't for its extremely plain and unadorned appearance, it probably wouldn't have ended up in her hands.
I couldn't help but exclaim: "This one stick alone is worth more than my entire bonus!"
The system agrees. "We'll just have to collect recyclables full-time from now on."
[Silly girl, just picking up scraps won't do without power and connections.] In her past life, she had suffered enough from being powerless and at the mercy of others.
If someone is injured by Old Man Ruan and reports it to the police, the police will always take the initiative to send her back to Ruan's family.
Believe it or not, if I were abducted right now, the provincial capital would mobilize nearly half of its police force to search for me. Without connections, who would care about you?
Without connections, how could this scrap yard openly and legitimately enter the market?
With you here, you can sneak in, but what about selling your stuff later? Without connections, you're likely to get bullied by thugs.
Ruan Xianxian concludes: 【So you're just a little fool.】
To prove she wasn't stupid, the system instructed her to dig through a meter-deep pile of junk and retrieve a mutton-fat jade pendant and several silver coins.
Although the five were each searching for their own treasures, they did not slack off at all in their sorting work. Anyone who saw them would recognize them as hardworking and dedicated comrades.
When it was lunchtime, Wu Xing came over to call people himself. He was quite surprised by the work efficiency of Ruan Xianxian and the others.
The smiles that were originally just polite formalities became more genuine.
On the way to the canteen, he asked, "How was the half-morning experience? Did you feel tired? What do you think we need to improve on?"
Sitting at a six-person table in the cafeteria, Ruan Xianxian said seriously, "There are indeed some areas that need improvement."
"Really?" Wu Xing was surprised and gestured for him to listen attentively.
"The first issue is clothing; sorting garbage really takes up too many clothes."
Wu Xing nodded slightly, "Indeed, it's fine when it's hot, the workers can work shirtless, but when it's cold, wearing clothes all day is simply unsightly."
At this point, he gave a wry smile: "Cloth coupons are so precious these days, there's nothing we can do about it."
The meal arrived: four dishes and a soup, including scrambled eggs with toon leaves, cucumber and tomato, eggplant with minced meat, and a pot of corn and pork ribs. The soup was winter melon and dried shrimp soup, which was already a very high standard of hospitality.
Ruan Xianxian picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, ate it with rice, and put it in her mouth. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I will report this matter to my superiors when I get back."
No matter how many layers of cloth clothing you have, they're not suitable for this environment; an overcoat would be best.
Ruan Xianxian wasn't just saying it; having accepted the favor, she genuinely intended to go back and offer some suggestions.
The exhibition has come to a successful conclusion, and the government will allocate funds; these funds should be used to benefit the people.
"Give me the phone number of the scrap yard. I'll let you know when they reply, whether it's good or bad."
Wu Xing had initially thought she was just making empty promises; he'd seen too many leaders who only offered empty promises. Regardless of whether Ruan Xianxian could actually help the scrap yard solve its problems, Wu Xing accepted the favor.
Wu Xing took out the newspaper package he had been holding, gently opened it, and pushed it in front of Ruan Xianxian, gesturing, "Take a look, do you like it?"
The comic book series "Journey to the West" consists of 11 volumes, including classic stories such as Havoc in Heaven, The True and False Monkey King, and The Tongtian River.
Judging from the condition of the album, it is clear that Wu Xing cobbled it together from various sources, making the album highly valuable for collection.
"Brother Wu, you're amazing! It's so hard to collect all 11 volumes now. I bet only our scrap yard in the whole country could do it."
Ruan Xianxian made no attempt to hide her feelings for him.
"I'm glad you like it." Wu Xing's smile deepened.
Journey to the West was not a banned book; a complete set could be sold for less than 5 cents by weight, so he presented it openly and honestly.
The meal was very enjoyable.
She had just put down her chopsticks when Wu Xing gave her a meaningful look, and she spoke up, "Brother Wu, wanna go out for a smoke?"
"Hehe, I was just about to tell you, come on, it's an old habit of mine, I have to have one after meals."
The two exchanged glances and walked out of the dining hall side by side.
Wu Xueliang behind him looked puzzled.
"Old Chu, was this kid always this good? Why didn't he become the king of the kids in the compound?"
Chu Li couldn't quite remember what Ruan Xianxian was like in the past. He shook his head and said, "My impression of her, apart from peeing and playing in the mud, is that she had pretty good grades."
People with good grades are usually quite intelligent, right?
Mu Xia silently drank her soup. Whose growth wasn't achieved by risking half their life?
Under the tree in the cafeteria, where the grass was lush and green, Ruan Xianxian and Wu Xing squatted on the stone steps. Wu Xing mysteriously slipped a book into Ruan Xianxian's arms.
"Look, would you like this?"
What's all this mystery? Ruan Xianxian flipped through the pages and then looked closer... her eyes widened in shock.
The Story of the Stone, the Guiyou edition of The Story of the Stone!!!
A manuscript copy of *The Story of the Stone* with annotations in red ink!
Besides the original text, there are many commentaries in the blank spaces, with the most being the annotations by "Zhiyan Zhai," totaling 12 volumes and 108 chapters.
Wu Xing only brought one volume, which contained nine chapters.
"Angkor, how many copies of this do you have?"
Wu Xing glanced at her and chuckled, "One copy is already quite good, how many more do you want?"
How many? Of course, she wanted the whole set, but Ruan Xianxian knew that was just wishful thinking. She gripped the book cover tightly to suppress her rapidly beating heart.
What does Angkor want?
"I want money, I want a promotion, I want to marry my daughter off to a good family..."
I know you can't do it, so let's find my daughter a job, preferably one with good prospects.
Ruan Xianxian thought for a moment, "Would a textile factory work?"
Because the demand for winter clothing is obvious and will sell well in the future, the demand for nylon will be even greater. I mentioned to Guan Yan that the factory will be recruiting workers soon.
She can easily get someone in by simply making a call.
"real?"
Wu Xing's eyes lit up. A textile worker is a respectable and presentable job. With this job in hand, how could his daughter not find a good husband?
"Regarding the work-related apron, I'll call you back before noon tomorrow. Listen to my advice." Ruan Xianxian got up and stretched.
He waved to his friends and went to meet up with them to continue sorting waste in the afternoon.
As soon as he turned his back, the excitement in his eyes became impossible to suppress. The manuscript of The Story of the Stone! The manuscript of The Story of the Stone! Trading it for a textile factory job, I'm fucking making a killing!
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