Chapter 915: Fellows 5
Uncle Li seemed to have noticed their argument and hurried over.
"Girl, he is Comrade Huang Qingbai from the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau, and he is also the deputy director. He often comes to my place to look around and pick up things. He is not a bad person, but he bought a lot of waste paper and took it away, saying that it is a national cultural heritage. I guess his little salary is all contributed to the waste station. Comrade Huang, you haven't been here for a while recently."
The deputy director of the Cultural Relics Bureau? Feng Qingxue looked at the old man in surprise.
Huang Qingbai sighed and said, "A large number of cultural relics from the Cultural Relics Bureau have been handed over to the country for export and foreign exchange. I was so distressed that I didn't eat or sleep well for several days and nights. How could I have the energy to come here? I finally recovered a little bit of energy and came to take a look. Who knew that as soon as I got here, this girl snatched the painting from me."
"Hey, old man, you have to respect the facts when you speak. I got the painting first, okay?" Feng Qingxue said unhappily, and explained to Uncle Li, "Our house is made of adobe bricks, and the walls are bumpy and ugly, so I wanted to find some old newspapers and old paintings to paste on the wall to prevent the dirt from falling into the child's eyes and mouth when he sleeps."
Huang Qingbai was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He pointed his index finger in the direction of Feng Qingxue, and veins covered the back of his hand. "Do you know who created this painting? Do you know how high its artistic value is? You actually used it to paste on the wall. I am so angry that I am dying."
Feng Qingxue made a face at him, "You are standing here, and you still have the energy to argue with me."
Uncle Li smiled and said, "Comrade Huang, why don't you look at something else? There is a pile of waste paper over there, and there are many old cultural books and paintings in it. In a few days, they will be sent to the city's waste station or directly to the paper mill. You can secretly choose a few and buy them. I won't report it. This kid is a good person. He finally wants to choose a painting to take home to paste on the wall. Don't argue with him."
Huang Qingbai turned around and pointed at Uncle Li, "You, you, you are a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved!"
"Yes, yes, yes. I don't understand what artistic value you are talking about, but what artistic value is there now? Aren't they all old culture and old ideas that should be broken? Fortunately, you met me. If you met someone else, I would definitely sue you."
Huang Qingbai shook his torn sleeves angrily, and like Feng Qingxue before, dived into the pile of waste paper.
Feng Qingxue stuck out her tongue at Uncle Li, "This old man..."
"Okay, okay, don't bother each other. If you choose paintings, just put them in the textbooks you can take out, and I will turn a blind eye and weigh them for you." Although he didn't understand why people came to the scrap yard from time to time to pick out these things sent in after the house was ransacked, Uncle Li was not a fool. As long as it didn't delay his work and they paid, he wouldn't say anything.
Feng Qingxue never expected to hear such words from Uncle Li. It was such a pleasant surprise. Although it was impossible to put all the cultural relics and paintings she had selected in textbooks and newspapers and take them away, it was indeed much more convenient than before.
She was squatting on this side, and Huang Qingbai was on the other side. The two ignored each other and each of them was busy looking for their own targets.
Because of Huang Qingbai's presence, Feng Qingxue couldn't hide the selected cultural relics and paintings in the space. She couldn't help feeling a little frustrated. Suddenly, she remembered that Huang Qingbai spoke with a Beijing accent, so she casually said, "Old man, your name is Huang Qingbai. Are you related to Huang Qinghong?"
Huang Qingbai raised his head suddenly, "Do you know Huang Qinghong?"
(End of this chapter)