Chapter 907 Visiting Relatives and Friends 7
Hearing Lu Jiang's strange voice, Feng Qingxue quickly put down the Taobao work at hand, moved closer to him, and quickly put the small bag, wooden box and other things he took out from the secret compartment of the bunk bed into the space.
The couple was very careful, and Lu Jiang blocked the eyes of outsiders so that no one could notice their little movements.
Time was running out, so Feng Qingxue didn't ask any questions. After collecting her things, she returned to the waste paper pile.
Although a large part of them were ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, the most valuable things only accounted for a very small part. Feng Qingxue was afraid of being discovered, so she only chose the latter. If there was a chance, she would buy the previous ones.
However, Feng Qingxue felt that the chance was slim because these things should be sent to the paper mill soon.
His mind works quickly and his hands are fast too.
As the sun sets, the light gradually dims, making it easier to fish in troubled waters. Even though Feng Qingxue keeps speeding up, the waste papers he turns over only occupy half of the pile.
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue thanked him and no longer cared about the furniture and wood, but went straight to the pile of waste paper and scrap metal.
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There was a pile of textbooks, a heap of scattered wood, and some scrap copper and iron. Uncle Li settled the bill for them without asking any questions, and even helped to load them onto the mule cart and tied them up with hemp ropes.
Although Lu Jiang did not inherit his father's business, he was influenced by his family since he was a child. He has extraordinary eyesight and quick movements. It was as if there were afterimages on his hands. He picked up valuable things and sent them to his wife, allowing her to put them into the space.
Looking at the pile of unread waste paper, Feng Qingxue showed a hint of regret in her eyes.
After Uncle Li reminded them again, the two of them reluctantly took the things to be weighed.
"We feel very sorry for the scrap yard for stealing things like this. Take this and tell Uncle Li later that you found it in the drawer when you were dismantling the furniture. Don't mention the secret compartment. Please hand it over to the country for national construction." Feng Qingxue took a few gold bars and stuffed them into Lu Jiang's palm. "If there is a benefit, Uncle Li will make a contribution, and he will definitely open the door for us."
Feng Qingxue went over and took the two pieces of good wooden furniture and several small pieces of furniture that were pressed under a pile of messy wood into the space while no one was paying attention. Because they were piled rather messily and Lu Jiang had dismantled some furniture, it was not noticeable on the surface that a small part was missing.
Lu Jiang had already dismantled a bunk bed and two cabinets.
It would definitely be a great achievement if they delivered them. Uncle Li really ignored Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue who were picking and choosing at the scrap yard. "It will be over in half an hour. If you pick some more, come over and weigh them."
These gold bars must weigh about 100 to 200 grams. At five yuan per gram, they could be worth seven or eight hundred yuan.
Worried that the mule cart was too heavy, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue did not get on and drove on foot.
Uncle Li was indeed very surprised. "You guys are the lucky ones. I've dismantled so many pieces of furniture but never encountered such a good thing. It's also because you guys are honest. If it was someone else, they might not tell me."
It was already dark when we left the city.
Feng Qingxue took out a flashlight to light up the road. After walking for a while, she saw that there was no one around her. She quickly put all the things in the car into the space, fed the mule a full meal, gave it some water, and then hurried home.
The two finally had time to wash their hands and sit in the car to eat. Feng Qingxue brought out a bunch of delicious food.
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Tearing off the big drumstick from the roast chicken and handing it to Lu Jiang, Feng Qingxue asked, "How did you find the secret compartment in the bunk bed?"
(End of this chapter)