Chapter 944: Help from an Old Friend 4

He Hongjun seemed very happy to meet his savior, with a bright smile on his face. He was much more friendly to Meng Shouguo and the staff of the scrap yard. He pointed at the things unloaded from the car and said, "These things have been transported. As before, you should arrange the staff to sort them out and send them to the paper mill and steel mill. Don't waste them. Just keep those porcelain ornaments and don't break them casually. Hand them over to the cultural relics department when the time comes."

"Cultural Relics Department?" Feng Qingxue looked curious.

"Yes, we hand them over to the cultural relics department first, and then ship them to the southeast coast together with the other items from the cultural relics department. The local trade department will directly export them." He Hongjun explained to her, "It's recycling! Many of the items are handicrafts that foreigners like. We can exchange them for foreign currency, which is considered to be supporting national construction."

Feng Qingxue nodded slightly, "The cultural relics department you mentioned, is it the Cultural Relics Bureau?"

"Yes, the cultural relics in the Cultural Relics Bureau are being sorted out. They are about 70% to 80% done. When they are all sorted out, those that need to be sent to the factories will be sent to the factories, and those that can be exported will be loaded onto ships and put together with those collected from various scrap yards." He Hongjun said, "I am responsible for supervising this area to prevent anyone from sabotaging the revolution, so I know it very well."

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were moved, but said nothing.

After Meng Shouguo saw He Hongjun off to say goodbye to Feng Qingxue and his wife, he immediately arranged for several staff members to get busy.

Don't underestimate just a few trucks of stuff. They were sent here immediately after the house was searched. There were no signs of smashing or burning. After sorting them, Feng Qingxue stole fifty or sixty cultural relics. With Lu Jiang's thousands of cover-ups, they were not discovered by the careless staff.

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Meng Shouguo came over to take a look and found that blank papers and some brushes, cups, plates, bowls and other things that could indeed be used as daily necessities were neatly placed at their feet. He greeted them and walked away.

After helping, the couple threw themselves into the mountain of waste paper.

Remembering that He Hongjun said that the things that had just been copied had been delivered, the two looked at each other, changed their minds, and went forward to help first.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Feng Qingxue continued to focus on the waste.

Their busyness did not affect Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue's selection from the waste pile. It was just that stealing was a little more difficult. They had to be on guard at all times against someone walking up to them or looking at them.

Over the next two days, the two came to the scrap yard every day, sometimes to help, sometimes to look for things they needed. This earned them the favor of the staff, as everyone likes people who are willing to help.

On the morning of the third day, when Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue arrived, they found that the staff were loading the scrap copper and iron into the truck one by one. They immediately stepped forward to help and asked, "Are they going to transport it to the factory?"

Feng Qingxue asked this question while she was moving things and putting them in the car. She also stole a bronze mirror that she hadn't discovered before.

After these years of experience, she feels that she can be called an antique appraisal expert.

There must be some things she had misjudged among the cultural relics and antiques she had collected, because some of the fakes were so lifelike that it was difficult to tell the real from the fake. However, she would rather store them in the space and have someone authenticate their authenticity in the future than let them be destroyed. Who knows, they might be the real thing!

A middle-aged woman among the staff laughed and said, "Yes, first send the scrap copper and iron to the steel mill."

(End of this chapter)