Siheyuan's Silly Pillar has been replaced by someone else

A group of people couldn't persuade Guo Weixu, but in the end, it was Lao Chai who managed to calm him down.

Guo Weixu often came to the warehouse to maintain the furniture, and he would ask Lao Chai for the key.

After a while, the two got along quite well.

Old Chai pulled Guo Weixu over to He Yuzhu's side.

"Old Guo, look, Boss He is from Beijing. The 'Fragrant Half City' dish that your grandson loves most is from him."

Mr. He has already told me that he won't give these things away to anyone else.

Guo Weixu turned to stare at Lao Chai: "You're not lying to me."

Old Chai was a little uncertain. He glanced at He Yuzhu before speaking, "I'm sure, Boss He is planning to ask me to help look after these furniture."

"Is that so, Mr. He?"

Everyone has their own little thoughts.

Old Chai then persuaded Guo Weixu to bring the matter into the open, fearing that He Yuzhu might change his mind.

He Yuzhu didn't take his little scheme to heart and readily admitted it.

“Master Guo, Old Chai is right. Don’t worry, I bought them because I was worried that these national treasures would leave the country.”

Guo Weixu nodded and said, "You really are a boss whose fragrance permeates half the city."

"Yes."

Guo Weixu sighed: "Never mind, I know I can't keep these things."

"You two talk."

After saying that, he prepared to leave.

Guo Weixu had only been retired for two years, so he was very familiar with the factory's situation.

With so many workers in the factory needing to eat, Zhu Bingshan, as the factory director, had to consider the workers' needs.

Selling this furniture is inevitable.

"Master Guo, please wait a moment."

He Yuzhu called out to Guo Weixu.

He had just inquired and learned that Guo Weixu was an expert in Ming and Qing dynasty furniture.

Many of the pieces of furniture in his collection were damaged.

He Yuzhu was preparing to find someone to repair the damaged furniture.

Guo Weixu was exactly the person he was looking for.

"Master Guo, I have some damaged furniture and would like to find someone to take a look at it."

Could you please help me?

Guo Weixu thought for a moment and then agreed. He hoped to take this opportunity to probe He Yuzhu's background and see if He Yuzhu really wanted to collect it.

Zhu Bingshan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everything had been settled.

"Mr. He, I'm sorry you had to see this. Let's continue our conversation."

He Yuzhu said, "I want all that furniture, on the same terms as before. Just name your price."

Zhu Bingshan hesitated for a moment before quoting a price.

He Yuzhu could tell at a glance that the price he quoted was a bit high. If he bargained, he could get it down by at least 20%.

However, He Yuzhu did not negotiate the price.

Zhu Bingshan is a decent person, and he has a good reputation among the workers.

He did all this for the sake of the factory workers.

He Yuzhu simply agreed: "Okay, let's sign the contract. I'll borrow your factory's phone to have the finance department transfer the money to you."

Zhu Bingshan was stunned for a moment because he didn't expect He Yuzhu to not bargain.

He quickly realized what was happening and arranged for people in the factory to prepare the contract.

He Yuzhu ignored him and said to Guo Weixu, "Master Guo, could you please help me tidy up the furniture inside and make a count?"

Guo Weixu nodded: "Okay. I'll have my apprentice come and help. I promise I'll get everything sorted out for you."

He Yuzhu took out five hundred yuan from his pocket: "Thank you. I'll use this money to treat you all to a meal."

Five hundred yuan is quite a lot, and many people in the neighborhood have their eyes on He Yuzhu's hand.

Guo Weixu hesitated for a moment, but still accepted the money.

He's a level eight worker, earns a high salary, and isn't short of money. But that doesn't mean others aren't short of money.

The contract was signed quickly, and Xu Damao saw several chairs in Zhu Bingshan's office.

"Director Zhu, these were all made by your workers."

"Yes, these are all made by the factory's level seven craftsmen. If you like one, Mr. Xu, I'll give it to you." Xu Damao didn't stand on ceremony and picked one out with a smile.

After He Yuzhu finished the call, the finance department started transferring the money and also arranged for someone to come and help count the furniture.

When the factory workers arrived, He Yuzhu explained the task to them and then left with Xu Damao.

With nothing else to do today, He Yuzhu took Xu Damao directly back to Nanluoguxiang.

Once outside Nanluoguxiang, Xu Damao sat in the car and said, "You haven't been here for several years. Do you want to get out and take a look?"

He Yuzhu wasn't interested. He didn't get along well with the people in the No. 95 courtyard, and his relationship with the people in the Nanluoguxiang area was just so-so.

These people, regardless of their reasons, are all indirect accomplices of Yi Zhonghai.

Especially Sha Zhu's entire life.

The fact that Sha Zhu failed to get married was also related to the rumors they spread about him.

In order to curry favor with Yi Zhonghai, they used Sha Zhu's happiness as a pledge of loyalty.

Unfortunately, all their efforts were in vain.

All I got for all that I did was a couple of compliments from Yi Zhonghai, without any real benefit.

In the end, when Yi Zhonghai set up the nursing home, he didn't think of them. He was taking care of the people in courtyard number 95.

"I'm not going. You should get off the bus now."

Xu Damao got out of the car, not forgetting to carry his own chair.

These days, there are already few cars. A car parked in Nanluoguxiang is quite conspicuous.

Many people will glance at it, intentionally or unintentionally.

Those people lost interest when they saw Xu Damao, but they became interested again when Xu Damao carried a chair.

They ignored the car driving away, their eyes fixed on the chair on Xu Damao's shoulder.

"Da Mao, what are you carrying?"

"The top seat, huh? Have you ever heard the saying 'to be in the top seat'?"

"Who hasn't heard of that?"

"Do you know what a 'jiaoyi' (a type of chair) is?"

"It's not that you're carrying on your shoulder, is it?"

"That's right, it's the one I'm carrying."

"Quick, take it down and let us see."

Upon hearing this, everyone became even more interested and hurriedly took the chair down.

Xu Damao wanted the ceremonial chair because he wanted to show it off. He readily agreed and placed the chair in its place.

"Isn't this what a folding chair looks like? Isn't it a grand master's chair?" someone asked in confusion.

Xu Damao immediately took out what he had just learned and explained it to everyone.

The crowd's doubts vanished as they listened to his eloquent explanation.

"Where did you get this information from?"

"I read it in a book," Xu Damao said seriously.

He looked as if he had read countless books.

There was an old man who used to become Yi Zhonghai's apprentice for his son's sake, and he often helped Yi Zhonghai slander Xu Damao and He Yuzhu.

I was sitting at the door, chatting with my neighbors, when I heard what Xu Damao said.

He remarked with admiration, "Da Mao has really made something of himself. Even after becoming wealthy, he hasn't forgotten to study."

I felt a pang of sadness when I said that.

After Xu Damao made money, he wanted his grandson to make money with him.

Xu Damao is an extremely vengeful person. He might not remember who treats him well, but he remembers very clearly who treats him badly.

It's good enough that Xu Damao didn't retaliate against him; don't expect Xu Damao to make money with them.

After making money, Xu Damao didn't leave, his purpose being to show off in front of these people.

Xu Damao said proudly, "Of course, if I didn't study hard, where would I earn so much money?"

Alright, you've finished watching everything. Now that I'm done, I'm going home.

If you see someone from out of town again, don't mention "horse stool" anymore. Especially don't say it in front of people from other places.

If outsiders hear this, they'll think we old Beijingers are ignorant and uncultured.

Xu Damao left satisfied, but the talk about him on the street continued.

However, behind his back, very few people spoke well of him. (End of Chapter)