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Lao He praised him for a long time, but Xie Zhuo remained calm.

After Lao He checked his watch again and handed him the money that had been prepared long ago, Xie Zhuo put down the cup in his hand and took the money.

Without counting, he just put it back into his pocket.

"Open and bright," Lao He laughed when he saw his actions.

"I still have great faith in Mr. He's character," Xie Zhuo said, "otherwise I wouldn't have cooperated with him so many times."

Lao He laughed even louder. "I like your personality. Although you don't talk much, you have strong skills and you always say what you think."

"Why don't we go back this afternoon?" Lao He refilled Xie Zhuo's cup with water. "Let your sister-in-law cook two delicious dishes so that we can have a good drink together."

"It's not convenient today," Xie Zhuo shook his head.

"What's wrong?" The smile on Lao He's face faded a little.

"Someone is waiting," Xie Zhuo said.

"There are still people waiting for you every day," Lao He said a little unhappy.

He felt that Xie Zhuo was just trying to get by with him.

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, Xie Zhuo's expression became a little strange, as if there was a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth, "Well, from now on... there will be people waiting for you."

Lao He: “Fuck!”

"Is being henpecked something to be proud of?" Lao He glared at him.

Xie Zhuo pursed his lips and suppressed the smile, "You don't understand."

"I don't understand?" Lao He slapped his hands on the table, wanting to say something, then glanced outside the hall. When he looked away again, he lowered his voice and said, "How can I not understand?"

Xie Zhuo raised his eyebrows.

"Go away, don't have that expression," Lao He said, "We are the same."

Xie Zhuo wanted to say, we are different, I am doing this voluntarily.

But I still didn't say it.

After the two grown men chatted for a while, Lao He took out a dozen watches and put them on the table.

"Although I believed you could fix the radio before, I didn't dare to guarantee it, so I didn't do it this time. I'll get another batch next time. This thing is in short supply recently."

After Lao He finished speaking, he put the watches into the box one by one and pushed them towards Xie Zhuo.

Xie Zhuo put the boxes into the backpack without even looking at them.

What Lao He likes most about Xie Zhuo is this: he looks nonchalant and sloppy, but he never talks much and he actually has real skills.

He also asked other people to repair it, but they basically didn't cooperate much.

Either he is too cunning and always wants to find out something, or his skills are not good enough. Out of ten watches, he can barely fix two or three with the simplest problems, but he has no idea how to fix the slightly more complicated ones.

Even with this, you still dare to ask for a high price.

The more Lao He looked at Xie Zhuo, the more he felt that this kid had a promising future. Just as he was about to say something else, he heard Xie Zhuo speak first.

"Boss He," Xie Zhuo said, "Do you know anyone here who collects wild ginseng?"

Seeing that Lao He was a little surprised, he suddenly changed the subject and added, "Probably a hundred years old."

Lao He didn't say anything for a long time.

Xie Zhuo thought he didn't know him, but he didn't know how to start. Just when he was about to say forget it, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Lao He has quite a strong hand.

"Really?" Lao He's face turned red with excitement. "Do you really have a hundred-year-old wild ginseng?"

Xie Zhuo didn't expect such a big reaction. After thinking for a few seconds, he nodded and said, "Well, it's not me. It's me... a friend."

"You really are my lucky star!" Lao He was still very excited and almost shouted this out.

Xie Zhuo: “…”

There is no need to say such corny words!

"I just happen to have a way here," Lao He also realized that he had lost his composure, but he was so excited that he couldn't stop talking and tried to lower his voice, "There is an auction in Hong Kong City, and I happened to be looking for this thing these days."

Xie Zhuo looked at him in surprise.

This is the first time that Lao He has shared his secrets.

Although he had roughly guessed it before.

But it's still different.

"I treat you like my own brother now," Lao He said, "bring your stuff here tomorrow, no, this afternoon, and I'll get someone to show it to you."

"As long as it works, I'll give you this amount directly."

As Old He spoke, he shook five fingers at Xie Zhuo.

Five thousand?

Xie Zhuo frowned, feeling that it was a little too little.

Judging from the quality and weight of that ginseng, it must be worth at least double the price.

"Fifty thousand is the lowest price I estimate." When Old He saw Xie Zhuo frowning, he knew that he thought it was too little, so he quickly said, "If it is really a hundred years old like you said, then the price will probably be higher. After all, it happened to be at this time."

Xie Zhuo was speechless for a long time.

How many?

fifty thousand!

One ginseng sells for 50,000 yuan. No wonder many people in their previous lives would risk being gored to death by wild boars to go up the mountain.

Xie Zhuo came out from Lao He's place, walked a few steps, pushed his bicycle out of a dilapidated house, and rode around in the alley a few times. Seeing that no one noticed him, he rode to the bookstore to find Xu Yan.

When Xu Yan entered the bookstore, he took nothing with him, but when he came out, he was holding a thick stack of books and newspapers.

The old man at the door glanced at the book in her hand, not knowing whether he saw it clearly or not, and said, "Eighty."

Xu Yan paused as he took out the money and looked up at him, "How much?"

Although she had been here for a short time, she now had a basic understanding of the prices. Not many people bought these books, so they were worth six or seven yuan at most, but he dared to ask for eighty yuan.

"Eighty," the old man glanced at her, not feeling guilty at all, "The books you took are the treasures of my bookstore, so of course they are expensive!"

Ha ha.

I believed your evil deeds!

"Don't believe it?" The old man patted his chest with his palm-leaf fan and pointed at the high school textbooks. "These are all. I have the complete set in the whole county. There are none anywhere else."

Xu Yan didn't say anything.

"The others are cheaper," the old man said, "just give two dollars for the others."

Xu Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at the book in his hand.

"There are always students like you who refuse to give up and still want to go to college," the old man muttered along with the storytelling on the radio, and continued, "What can you change by taking this book back?"

"The world is what it is. People can't live on dreams."

"Instead of dreaming every day, it's better to go to the countryside and farm, or work hard... Anyway, stop dreaming about those unrealistic things."

The old man's voice became a little low when he spoke the latter part. Xu Yan glanced at him and found that his eyes were a little wet.

"You..." Xu Yan was a little surprised.

"If you want it, pay eighty. If you don't want it, put it back." When the old man saw her staring at him, he immediately returned to his previous expression.

His facial changes were so fast that it seemed as if he had practiced it privately.

Xu Yan felt that there must be some story behind what he said, but she didn't want to ask too much about other people's affairs.

She originally wanted to go to another bookstore to look for it, but the sun was too strong and she didn't know where the other bookstores were. After thinking it over, she took out eighty yuan and gave it to the old man.

The old man probably didn't expect that she really had so much money, let alone that she could really give so much.

He looked at her for a long while with a complicated expression before taking the money and adding, "I hope your dream will come true."

When Xie Zhuo rode his bike over, he saw Xu Yan standing at the door of the bookstore holding a large stack of books. Perhaps his arms were sore, so he struggled to transfer the books to his left hand, then shook his right hand.

He quickly put down his bicycle and went to pick up the book.

Xu Yan was no longer polite to him. He quickly stuffed the book into his arms and rubbed his wrist.

"Why don't you put it on the ground?" Seeing that Xu Yan was uncomfortable, Xie Zhuo quickly freed up a hand and pinched her arm.