Chapter 942: Help from an Old Friend 2
The fare is calculated based on the route section. Each section allows four stops. If you take five stops, although it is only one stop more, you will have to pay three cents more. Therefore, many locals will take one stop less and walk home for the remaining stop.
The fact that he was so frugal made Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue, two outsiders, admire him very much.
After getting off the car, the two went straight to the scrap yard.
The staff at this scrap yard were much stricter than Mu Yangdong. They were very unkind and difficult to talk to. Feng Qingxue begged and pleaded for a long time before she was finally allowed in. However, the couple was greatly disappointed as there were very few scraps inside.
Upon asking, I found out that the waste was just sent away the day before yesterday, and all the waste was transported to the factory, such as a paper mill or steel mill.
The previous ones were delivered, and the things copied later were not delivered, so naturally it seemed empty.
After working all day and carefully identifying the items, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue only found two valuable paintings and calligraphy, a calligraphy book and more than twenty pieces of porcelain. Since the porcelain was difficult to recycle, they planned to hand it over to the foreign trade department as a handicraft and ship it to the southeast coast for export in exchange for foreign exchange.
They took some of the cups, plates, and pots in their hands and said they would take them back for use in their daily lives, and they actually took them out.
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Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue spent three full days, without even having lunch, stealing more than 400 pieces of antique calligraphy and paintings of cultural relic level. They did not choose large pieces of furniture that would be easily discovered after theft, no matter how valuable they were, so they only stole small items. Among them, there were more than 100 pieces of books, calligraphy and paintings, more than 100 pieces of porcelain, and more than 100 other miscellaneous items.
The staff member was a middle-aged man, honest and easy to talk to.
"Do your best and leave the rest to fate," Lu Jiang consoled. "There are too many things in the world that we cannot save. Bonsai is certainly beautiful and precious, but it is far inferior to cultural heritage."
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue could only leave with regret and return to the state-owned hotel where they lived.
Fortunately, the waste from this family was not sent away, but piled up in the warehouse.
When they went to the fourth scrap yard, the two men changed their appearance, wore tattered clothes, and dressed like poor people.
Shanghai is very big, and the scrap yard is very far from the train station. They took a tram around half of the city and changed trams halfway. The fare alone cost them several cents, but they finally arrived at their destination.
Because it was stealing, and because the staff guarding the warehouse were good-natured, Feng Qingxue imitated what he did in his hometown and took two gold bars and asked Lu Jiang to give them to the country to compensate for the price of the things they stole.
There was a particularly beautiful coral bonsai, bright red in color. Feng Qingxue wanted to take it away, but its location was too conspicuous.
If the bonsai disappeared, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of the staff.
Feng Qingxue nodded, "This is the only way. We'll go to another scrapyard tomorrow."
As they searched, they disturbed the pile of waste, and even the most discerning eyes could not tell how much was missing.
As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw several flatbed trucks entering the scrap yard, which were piled with all kinds of scrap. At this time, a man who urged the truck drivers to hurry up walked towards them quickly and greeted Feng Qingxue, "Comrade Qingxue, is that you?"
Feng Qingxue was stunned and looked at the person who came.
After squinting her eyes and looking at him for a long time, she suddenly remembered, "You are... Comrade He Hongjun?"
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"Yes, yes, Comrade Qingxue actually recognized me!" He Hongjun laughed happily, "I thought I had mistaken you on the tram a few days ago, but I didn't expect it was really you, Comrade Qingxue!"
(End of this chapter)