Chapter 125 It’s so fun to play with those people!
"This is the capital city!"
“There are so many trains, I can’t even count them all.”
“That building is really tall.”
"Look, Wen Leyu!"
As the train pulled into the station, Li Dayong and others, who had been feeling a little depressed after sitting on the hard seats all night, became excited again.
Especially Hu Man and the other three girls, after seeing Wen Leyu on the platform, they waved to her excitedly.
Wen Leyu in the audience also waved to Hu Man and others. After more than half a year of close interaction, they have formed a lot of sisterhood.
But Wen Leyu then heard Li Ye beside him ask in surprise: "Why is she here?"
"who?"
"That female reporter from Dongshan Education News came to Qingshui County to interview me. I was in the south and was too lazy to come back. Later, I didn't have time to cooperate with her. I kept making excuses. I felt really embarrassed."
Wen Leyu slowly turned his head, like a dozing cat who heard the movement of a mouse.
A young couple looked at each other and exchanged eye contact.
Wen Leyu: "Are you confessing to the organization?"
Li Ye: "I can never coexist with scumbags!"
"Hmph~"
Wen Leyu turned up her pretty little nose, not caring at all, just like a kitten licking her sharp claws, and began to doze off lazily again.
Li Ye was quite calm. He was gifted and had been very popular with girls since he was a child. He didn't know if he would receive love letters in the future.
Perhaps only a girl of Wen Leyu's level can save Li Ye from distress and trouble!
"Brother Xiaoye, Brother Peng, I miss you so much."
Li Dayong led the way and came to Li Ye's side with a group of classmates. Although he was as strong as a bear, he actually spoke with a tone of grievance.
He really feels wronged.
Li Ye did not take him with him when he went to Guangzhou, and did not take him with him when he arrived in Beijing early. He called it "giving him an important task" and made him take on the responsibility of being the second steward of the small group of eight people, taking good care of Hu Man and others.
But seeing Li Ye and Jin Peng wandering around the world, how could Li Dayong, a young man, be content to be ordinary?
Of course, Li Dayong just had some little thoughts in his mind, otherwise he would never stay in Qingshui County.
"Okay, everyone will go to school to register first, and then we will have dinner together at our new home after a while."
"New home? What new home? Like the Erliangdian? That would be great."
Erliangdian is an unforgettable memory for the eight-member group. Now that we heard that Li Ye has prepared a new home, we can’t tell you how happy we are.
We all got admitted to Beijing together and can stay together for four years. It’s a wonderful thought.
Jin Peng touched Li Ye and said, "I'm going to pick up Old Song first. We can talk to you in the evening if you have anything else."
Li Ye also noticed the crippled man who was cowering and smiling at him seductively, and nodded to let Jin Peng leave.
Yue Mengmeng, who had been hiding outside and observing for half a day, came up to Wen Leyu with a smile.
"Hello, I'm Yue Mengmeng from the Dongshan Education Newspaper. I've seen your name on the list of students admitted to Qingshui No. 2 Middle School a long time ago. I'm currently following and interviewing Dongshan students as they go to Beijing."
Wen Leyu listened to Yue Mengmeng quietly, then said calmly: "I'm sorry, it's not convenient for me to accept your interview.
I think you can go outside the station and find more of the material you need for your reporting there.”
"Is it inconvenient?" Yue Mengmeng continued to smile and said, "I just told a few classmates that I can take a photo for them at Tiananmen Square and send it to their families."
Wen Leyu opened his bag expressionlessly and took out a camera from it.
"We can take pictures of Tiananmen Square by ourselves, thank you."
Yue Mengmeng looked carefully at the camera in Wen Leyu's hand and saw clearly the words "Red Flag" on the top of the camera.
[As expected]
The Hongqi 20 camera was a domestically produced camera developed by Shanghai Camera Factory No. 2 to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Its performance was close to that of high-end overseas cameras and it was the pinnacle of domestically produced cameras in the 1980s.
However, the production of this camera is very small and it is only supplied to news organizations and some related departments.
As a journalist, Yue Mengmeng understands very well what kind of person it is who owns a Hongqi 20.
Yue Mengmeng nodded and smiled: "I'm just following and taking a few shots. I won't disturb you. When the report comes out, it will be beneficial to the students, such as getting into D."
Wen Leyu said indifferently: "You can interview other students, but I don't need it."
Then Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye again: "He doesn't need it either."
“.”
. . . . . . . .
A group of students walked out of Beijing Station through the exit and then opened their eyes.
Outside the Beijing Railway Station, large banners and signs took up a large area of the train station square.
There were slogans all over it like "XX University Freshman Reception Office" and "XX University Welcomes the Class of 1982".
"Wow, how many universities does this take?"
"Are these all universities in Beijing? There must be dozens of them."
In the impression of Li Dayong and others, universities in China are very rare and difficult to get into, and college students are very valuable.
But the scene before our eyes makes us feel that it is similar to the cabbages sold by pound on the street.
Yue Mengmeng held the camera from the side, locked onto the astonishment on everyone's faces, and successfully captured a very meaningful picture.
From a poor little town to the capital of the motherland, what kind of changes will occur in the mentality of these future pillars of the country?
With a few more photos like this, wouldn’t a good article gradually become more complete?
"Should we go report first, or take photos first?"
Hu Man saw the sign of Beijing Aviation College and hesitated whether to do business first or have fun first.
Li Ye said: "You can go and ask, don't be shy to speak up, from now on you have to learn to live independently."
Hu Man and Jiang Xiaoyan smiled shyly, walked over together, asked a few questions, and quickly ran back happily.
"They said it's OK. They'll be here today and tomorrow, so you can report in any time."
"What are you talking about? Go, go."
The small group of eight people walked away together, but Yue Mengmeng did not follow them. Instead, she squinted her eyes and looked at Wen Leyu's back.
After a moment, she looked down at her chest, then turned her head to look behind her.
"Hmph~"
Yue Mengmeng turned around and walked all the way to the freshman reception desk of Jingcheng University.
"Hello, I am Yue Mengmeng, a reporter for Dongshan Education News in Beijing. Are there any students from Dongshan? Can I do a survey interview on Dongshan students?"
“.”
"Come on, come on, sister, please come and enjoy it."
"I'm from Dongshan, what are you trying to steal?"
. . . . . . .
Li Ye and Wen Leyu took a few classmates who had just arrived in Beijing, shot two rolls of film in Tiananmen Square, and had a hearty meal before sending them one by one to the car to pick up the new students.
At this time, the advantage of applying in a small group of eight people comes into play. There are two people from each school, so they can take care of each other and not feel lonely.
"Brother, remember we'll come visit you next Sunday!"
"I can't forget it. If there's anything urgent, just call Brother Peng."
Before Li Ye had arranged a new base, the room at Kemei Hotel could not be checked out. At least there was a phone on the hotel counter, which could help him establish contact as quickly as possible.
After seeing off Li Dayong and others, Li Ye and Wen Leyu did not report to Peking University. The reporting period was not just one day.
Most people go early rather than late, so it must be very crowded today, the first day, so there is no need to queue.
The two watched a movie and had a delicious dinner.
Li Ye felt very strange. Hu Man and others were clearly whispering with Wen Leyu just now, but Wen Leyu didn't ask about Yue Mengmeng at all.
But Li Ye had no idea that in Wen Leyu's eyes, lions and elephants were his opponents, and the rest were trash.
. . . . .
When Li Ye returned to Kemei Hotel, Jin Peng, Wang Jianqiang and Lao Song had already finished their meal and were smoking in their room.
"Brother, you're back." Seeing Li Ye coming in, Wang Jianqiang immediately complained: "This Old Song is a scoundrel. I spent the whole afternoon looking at it but couldn't see anything. I asked him to return the money but he still refused."
"shameless?"
Li Ye walked to the bedside and sat down. He looked at Old Song squatting in the corner smoking a pipe and found it interesting.
When Lao Song got off the train this morning, Li Ye glanced at him twice.
First of all, this old man is not shy.
When he arrived at the platform in the capital, he did not show any hesitation of being “inexperienced” at all. His eyes were sharp, showing a bit of cunning, yet also a bit of open-mindedness.
"What's the point of squatting on the ground to get a chair for someone?"
"No, no, squatting is fine. My legs and feet are not very flexible. I'm used to squatting. Hehehehe"
Old Song glanced at Li Ye, then smiled with his yellow teeth bared, with a rather flattering look on his old face.
At this time Jin Peng spoke.
"Xiao Ye, I made a mistake this time. I took him to the courtyard of Zaojun Temple this afternoon and told him that he was a carpenter from my hometown who was going to repair the doors and windows.
As a result, the old guy looked around the room and couldn't see anything. No matter what we asked him, he didn't know.
Li Ye said calmly: "What did you ask him?"
"Brother, we asked him if the furniture was good, but he couldn't tell us. We asked him if it was worth two thousand dollars, but he said he would wait a few more days to see."
Wang Jianqiang couldn't help but said: "He's attracted by our food. You didn't see it at noon today. This old guy looks like a monkey. He eats more than me. He can eat three bowls of stewed pork."
Old Song in the corner lowered his head, feeling embarrassed: "Hehe, no. I'll just eat two steamed buns in the future."
"You've eaten a lot tonight, and if my brother hadn't been kind and said he would treat you well, I wouldn't have let you eat tonight."
Li Ye found it a little funny. Wang Jianqiang was not a person with an impatient temper. It seemed that Old Song had really pissed him off.
"Hehe, whether it's worth it or not depends on the person. The two young masters may think it's not worth it, but Young Master Li may not think it's not worth it."
"No, no, no, just call me Brother Li Ye," Li Ye said, "Just tell me whether the furniture in that room is good or not."
"Tell you about it?"
Old Song shrank his neck, looked at Jin Peng and Wang Jianqiang with a sly look, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Jin Peng could see that this old bitch had something to say but was waiting for Li Ye, the real boss, to come before showing off her stuff!
Yes, it may just be a matter of a few words. If I tell Jin Peng, it will be worthless.
"Hehe~, you are really a treacherous devil."
Jin Peng smiled and said nothing more.
He can't beat Lao Song when it comes to being cunning, but when it comes to being tough, eight Lao Songs can't beat Jin Peng.
If you make Master Peng angry, he will dig up the Song family’s ancestral grave when he gets back!
In the eyes of these old-fashioned people, the ancestral tomb is more important than his life.
No matter how he plays, he can't escape from Master Peng's control.
Li Ye said: "Everyone in the room is our brother, just tell me whether the furniture is good or not!"
Old Song smiled awkwardly and said after thinking for a while, "Two of the things are OK, the rest are just so-so."
I'll go.
In a room full of furniture, only a few pieces are genuine, and the rest are fake?
Li Ye was not worried about the two thousand dollars, but his "wise image" in front of Jin Peng and Wang Jianqiang was at risk!
[Look, look, I said it's not worth two thousand, right? I was fooled, right? ]
Li Ye asked unwillingly, "So those woods you mentioned are old elm, prickly ash, or something else?"
"That's not it," Old Song said confidently, "Most of them are red sandalwood, there are two pieces of rosewood, and some random wenge and other things."
"Pah~"
Li Ye angrily slammed the table and glared at Old Song for a long time before he said, "Tell me about those two things that are okay. Why are they okay?"
Old Song swallowed his saliva and said, "That set of bunk beds and the things in the study are made of good materials and even better craftsmanship. They are not ordinary people's craftsmanship. Even if they were made decades ago, they are still good things."
"So when you said you wanted to wait a few days, did you want to check the market price in the capital?"
Old Song's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up and said, "The champion is really smart. This old furniture is in the market. I don't know the market price in Beijing, so I can't say whether it is worth two thousand."
"Okay, okay, stop flattering me. I have a job, do you want to do it?"
Li Ye didn't beat around the bush with this old fox. The fox fur on his body was almost completely gone, and if he kept hiding it, he would only make him laugh.
"My legs and feet are not good. I can't do some work."
"Just do your old job and check the market for antiques in the capital. I'll pay you, but if you can't walk."
"I can do it, I can do it, my legs and feet are fine! Look, look."
Old Song squatted on the ground, kicking his lame leg with a crackling sound. You have to admit, he was quite strong.
"Okay, how much do you think is a suitable salary?"
Old Song said with a smile: "That depends on how big Brother Li Ye's plate is and who he is doing business with."
"Not much," Li Ye said, "We are late. The water in Beijing has been muddied. Let's take a few tens of thousands of dollars to test the water and see what happens."
Old Song muttered a few times, thought for a long time, and then stretched out three fingers.
"Thirty dollars is too low. You are a talent after all."
"Not thirty," Old Song grinned and said, "I want three hundred."
“.”
Wang Jianqiang stood up suddenly and cursed: "How dare you grin, old man! Believe it or not, I will hit you to death with a bench!"
“Hehehehe~”
Old Song squatted in the corner, saying nothing, just laughing.
Li Ye smiled and said, "You want three hundred, but you have to tell me the way, right?"
Old Song changed to a bag of dry tobacco and said as he smoked, "It's not easy to wade into the muddy waters of antiques. There are too many tough guys in it. You might even run into foreigners, which would be even more dangerous.
I have a grandson at home! I have to sell my old bones for a good price, right? "
"Oh my god," Jin Peng couldn't help laughing, "Old Song, you still know foreigners? Do you know what US dollars are and what Hong Kong dollars are?"
"I only know the ocean," Old Song said proudly, "When I was young, I dealt with the Japanese several times and cheated them out of thousands of oceans."
“.”
The three Li Ye brothers were stunned. Looking at the skinny old man in the corner, they were a little bit unconvinced.
How brave are you? Why didn't I stab you to death?
Li Ye asked in a deep voice: "How dare you cheat those people out of their money?"
"It's comfortable to spend that money!" Old Song shook his head and said, "Drinking wine and seeing girls, who doesn't spend money? I don't feel at ease spending other people's money, it's cheating little XX's money hehehe."
Li Ye was speechless for a long time before he said in a deep and cautious voice: "If you are looking for antiques in Beijing, you may also meet people from there. After all, many good things will be sold overseas."
Old Song stopped talking. After finishing a bag of tobacco, he grinned.
"Two hundred. Two hundred dollars a month. It can't be any lower."
"Why did you lower the price yourself?" Jin Peng asked angrily and amusedly.
Old Song's two thief eyes sparkled, and he said in Dongshan dialect: "Because playing with those people is so exciting!"
Thanks to the book friend "live freely" for the reward, thanks to the book friend "july-27th" for the reward, thank you.
(End of this chapter)
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