Chapter 914: Fellow Traveler 4

Lu Jiang was busy working and someone was taking care of the child. Feng Qingxue was thinking about the scrap that had not been picked up in time at the scrap collection station, so she made a fool of herself again, rode her bicycle and leisurely entered the scrap station.

Uncle Li made a great contribution after handing over the gold bars. When he saw Feng Qingxue, he was particularly enthusiastic and thought she was a lucky star.

Last time it was twenty dollars, and yesterday it was a few gold bars, with a total value of eight hundred dollars.

"The textbooks I brought back yesterday weren't enough for the kids to scribble on, so I came here today to pick out a few more." Feng Qingxue said to Uncle Li. She didn't come in a mule cart, so she couldn't pick up particularly heavy waste.

Uncle Li pointed to the pile of waste paper which was much taller than yesterday and said, "Go find it yourself. Several trucks have been brought here today."

Is there a new one?

"Really? I'll go check it out."

"Go ahead, go ahead. Some of them were copied from others, some were brought from the school, and some were from the cultural relics department. The group of students who came to deliver the things all held their heads high, but they spoke unclearly, so I didn't ask them in detail."

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"What do you want to do?" Feng Qingxue said fiercely to the old man opposite.

Seeing the hand trying to take the painting from her hand, Feng Qingxue dodged it quickly, stood up and looked at the owner of the big hand. She often participated in training in the army, and combined with her previous training and Lu Jiang's teaching, her skills could be said to be very agile.

So Feng Qingxue turned to the other side. These were the things that she didn't have time to pick out yesterday, so she had to sort them out carefully today.

Most of the newly added waste paper is textbooks or collected books, but there are not many valuable ones.

Just as I was about to roll it up and see if anyone around was paying attention to me, a big hand reached out from the side.

The old man said seriously, "This painting has extremely high artistic value. It cannot be taken to a paper mill and beaten into pulp. It is useless for you young people to hold it. If you are discovered, you will definitely cause trouble. Give it to me. I will ask Xiao Li to buy it."

Just now, she found another valuable painting, which was the work of her teacher Wen Ruyu. It was a detailed painting of a lady. Although it was covered with dust and had some signs of damage, it still amazed her.

"Give it to you? Why?" Feng Qingxue rolled up the painting and held it tightly in her hand.

Feng Qingxue's eyes were shining, she covered half of her face with a scarf as a mask, and dived into the pile of waste paper.

Compared with the pile of waste paper, the valuable ancient books, calligraphy and paintings are actually a drop in the bucket. No one would notice if they disappeared. This is the key to Feng Qingxue's taking advantage of the situation. In just half an hour, she collected seven or eight ancient books and four or five paintings.

Every time she found something good, she would look around before putting it away.

The old man's clothes were dirty and torn, his face was full of wrinkles, he was short and thin, but he looked very clean. He stared at the painting in Feng Qingxue's hand, "Little sister, please give me this painting."

Feng Qingxue was stunned. Is the old man in front of her a fellow practitioner?

Even if you are a fellow artist, it won't work. This is Wen Ruyu's work and has a completely different meaning.

"First come first served is the rule. I saw it first and I'm willing to pay for it. You can't argue with me!" Feng Qingxue refused to give in. "Instead of arguing with me here, you might as well go look through the waste paper pile to see if there are other paintings. This painting is very important to me. I was planning to put it in my textbook and buy it back. You can't tell anyone!"

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After hearing this, the old man couldn't help but look at Feng Qingxue for a moment, and said hesitantly: "You..."

(End of this chapter)