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"Zhu Bingshan, you treacherous scoundrel who betrayed your ancestors, come out here!"

Hearing the noise outside, Zhu Bingshan's face was full of embarrassment.

He quickly explained, "The person speaking outside is from outside the Drum Tower; he's an eighth-grade worker from our factory."

Having both come from that era, He Yuzhu and Xu Damao both knew the significance of being an eighth-grade worker.

Of course, Yi Zhonghai is an exception.

Yi Zhonghai's claim of being a Grade 8 worker is highly questionable. Ever since he became a Grade 8 worker at the steel rolling mill, the higher-ups have stopped allowing the mill to process important workpieces.

That's why Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-grade worker, had such a leisurely life during Sha Zhu's lifetime.

He has time every day to trick Sha Zhu into forming a gang for others.

This isn't He Yuzhu slandering him; there's evidence to back it up.

Take Meng Zhenghao and Wei Chuheng for example. After they became level eight workers, they often worked overtime at the factory.

Often, they process classified items. The two of them are so busy that they don't even have time to teach their apprentices.

What about Yi Zhonghai during the same period?
He spends all his time thinking about retirement and how to donate money to the Jia family.

Let alone level eight workers, even level seven workers often get involved in classified projects.

Liu Haizhong, that seventh-grade worker, followed Yi Zhonghai around all day, vying with him for the position of the manager.

No wonder the workshop director would never dare to appoint someone who doesn't take his work seriously as an official.

"Director Zhu, you'd better go out and take a look."

Zhu Bingshan didn't care about He Yuzhu and the other two anymore and rushed out.

Xu Damao listened intently to the argument outside: "That level eight worker is pretty impressive. He's making Director Zhu act like a grandson."

He Yuzhu listened to it and thought it was indeed quite impressive.

Every time he heard a sentence, he would think of Yi Zhonghai, that quack worker.

Xu Damao suddenly remembered that he was still holding a small stool in his hand.

"Hey, this stool is really well made, it even has a backrest."

He Yuzhu rolled her eyes at him: "What stool? This is called a folding chair."

When those outlaws talked about sitting in the top seat, they meant this.

Xu Damao put down the chair, then opened it and carefully examined it.

"It really is this thing. I always thought it was like a grand master's chair."

This thing doesn't even look high-end.

He Yuzhu shook his head: "Go back and read more books. In the Ming Dynasty, there was a saying that the folding chair, the round-backed chair, and the official's hat chair each had their own distinct characteristics."

The grand master's chair you mentioned originated in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Actually, the Song Dynasty's grand master's chair was generally in the shape of a folding chair. It evolved into a round-backed chair in the Ming Dynasty, and was finalized as a screen-backed armchair in the Qing Dynasty, with the backrest, armrests, and seat forming right angles.

Xu Damao listened to it once, but acted as if he hadn't heard it at all: "So that's how it is."

How do you know so much?

"Didn't I tell you? Read more books."

Xu Damao scoffed, "You talk like you've read so many books."

I haven't seen you reading a book.

"Do I need to ask you for permission to read a book?"

With the help of the magical spring water, He Yuzhu was able to remember everything he saw, and he only needed to read a book once at most.

When He Yuzhu had nothing to do in the past, he read a lot of books.

The noise outside seemed to be getting louder and louder. So the two of them went out to check it out.

Not far from the warehouse, an old man, wearing a patched work uniform, was pointing at Zhu Bingshan and cursing loudly.

Beside him, several people dressed as cadres were blocking the old man.

Zhu Bingshan stood opposite the old man, explaining repeatedly, but dared not lose his temper with him.

"Master, please listen to me..."

"What are you talking about? I agreed to sell those furniture to those people in Hong Kong a couple of days ago."

You still dare to sell them recklessly? Let me tell you, those are national treasures.

If you want to sell, why don't you sell the furniture we make ourselves?

Why sell things from our ancestors?

"Master, they promised they won't take it abroad."

The people around also chimed in, "Master Guo, Factory Director Zhu also wants to sell the furniture we made, but he doesn't want it. He only wants the old furniture." The explanation only made the old man more agitated, and he even started hitting people.

The factory workers stood aside, none of them daring to step forward.

He Yuzhu pulled aside a middle-aged man who was guarding the warehouse and asked him what was going on.

The middle-aged man explained, "That's Master Guo Weixu, an eighth-grade worker from our factory."

Most of the people in our factory are his apprentices or grand-apprentices, and Factory Director Zhu is also his apprentice.

Do you think anyone dares to interfere?

He Yuzhu thought to himself, "Indeed, no one dares to interfere. Given this situation, if Guo Weixu says something, the factory leaders can be rendered powerless."

"What is your surname, Master?" He Yuzhu himself didn't smoke, so he offered the man a cigarette on Xu Damao's behalf.

The cigarettes in Xu Damao's hand were obtained from He Yuzhu. They were Lin Zhijie's special supply cigarettes.

Zeng Xueliu wouldn't let him smoke, so Lin Jinghan took them all home.

Xu Damao shamelessly asked Lin Jinghan for it.

Since no one in the He family could draw, Lin Jinghan gave it to Xu Damao.

Xu Damao flaunted these cigarettes everywhere, but he rarely smoked them himself.

He usually smokes regular cigarettes.

This time, I only took it out after I had finished smoking a regular cigarette.

The man could tell at a glance that Xu Damao had taken out good cigarettes. He smiled, accepted them, and then tucked them behind his ear.

"I'm just a warehouse keeper, you can just call me Lao Chai. Master Guo is the best craftsman in our factory. He values ​​these furniture pieces very much."

He didn't know that the Hong Kong boss came to buy furniture last time.

By the time they found out, everyone had already taken their furniture and left.

So he had his apprentice keep an eye on Director Zhu.

Actually, Master Guo is a good person; he just doesn't want these furniture pieces to be bought by foreigners.

He said these are all national treasures.

There's something else you don't know. The reason these pieces of furniture are so well preserved in the factory is because he took such good care of them.

He retired a couple of years ago, and before he left, he specifically told me to take good care of these national treasures.

He Yuzhu asked, "What about you? You don't want these furniture pieces to be sold either."

Old Chai sighed: "Does it matter what I think? Master Guo is right."

Those foreign devils have robbed us of so much. Our ancestors didn't have much left, and I don't want them to take it all away.

But what Director Zhu said also makes sense.

We can't pay the workers' wages if we don't get rid of this furniture.

Mr. He, I hope you won't take these furniture pieces out of the country after you buy them.

He Yuzhu nodded: "Don't worry, I won't take it with me. I'm from Beijing, and these things will stay in Beijing from now on."

After I buy these furniture pieces, I will store them here for a while.

I'd like you to look after these furniture for me, okay?

Old Chai said, "I'll follow the factory's arrangements."

He Yuzhu said, "I will talk to Director Zhu. Also, I will give you ten yuan a day. I only have one request, which is to take good care of these furniture."

Old Chai's eyes lit up when he heard "ten yuan." He worked as a warehouse keeper in Longshun City, and his salary wasn't high.

Ten yuan a day, that's three hundred a month, much more than his salary.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true. I can give you the money in advance."

"Mr. He, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of these furniture for you."

If even one item is lost, I'll give my life for it.

"It's not that serious," He Yuzhu said with a smile. "Let's deal with Master Guo's matter first."

If he doesn't agree, I won't be able to buy a single item.

Old Chai thought about it and realized there was still Guo Weixu to be troublesome, as this concerned his own interests.

He originally didn't want to get involved and just watched the commotion from the sidelines.

He couldn't sit still any longer and squeezed in to persuade Guo Weixu. (End of Chapter)