Zhengyangmen: Don’t date Su Meng

The tricycle was full again, and the two men went home.

The alleys at night are quiet and deep, with darkness filling every corner.

The street lights emit a faint light, as if they are the only guide in the darkness, illuminating the road ahead for people returning home.

Occasionally, children would run out from the courtyard, their laughter and playfulness breaking the silence of the night, but this also made the two people afraid to speed up, so they could only move forward cautiously, for fear of accidentally bumping into them.

Li Chengtao unloaded the truck, and Han Chunming carefully placed the collected items in the west room, which was relatively empty, with only one cabinet.

"It seems I need to buy a few more shelves, otherwise there will be no place to put all the antiques."

After clapping their hands and making the decision, he helped Taozi unload the bike, and then the two of them put the bicycles on the tricycle and started selling the bikes tonight.

First, he went around and sold three bicycles that were 80% new. Finally, he went to the shop last night and personally handed over a 90% new business bike to the other party. Han Chunming took the money and left without wanting to talk any more.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make!

Back in the courtyard, Li Chengtao was full of anticipation because it was time to divide the money. For this purpose, the two of them bought a box to hold the money and a new lock.

"Come, let's calculate our gains and expenses over the past three days."

Han Chunming took out paper and pen and started calculating.

The calculation for Sunday is already clear, so we only need to calculate the income and expenses for Monday and Tuesday.

Monday: The transaction prices of the three cars were: 62, 65, and 64!

After deducting all expenses, the final profit was 103.5 yuan.

Tuesday: The transaction prices of four cars were: 60, 63, 62, and 75!

The final net profit was: 134 yuan.

最后两人分账，韩春明分到：267.7+60=327.7元；李成涛到账178.4-60=118.4元。

Of course 60 is the money Li Chengtao spent on buying a new bike!

Of course, this is only the official bill. Privately, Han Chunming can get more than eleven dollars per car because of the commission from refurbished parts. After selling fourteen cars, the total amount should be around one hundred and fifty dollars.

Li Chengtao was holding a stack of big unity coins, and he was so happy that the vegetable leaves on his teeth couldn't cover his eyes.

He didn't expect that he would earn back more than a hundred yuan in just three days.

Although he was fined 60 yuan, he got to ride a new bicycle. He didn't feel wronged at all and said with a smile:

"Chun...Ming, you are amazing!"

"What did you call me?" Han Chunming said with a stern face.

"Brother, you... are my real brother!" Li Chengtao immediately clasped his fists and bowed. He was serious about being funny.

"Okay, don't show off. The most important thing is that we make money secretly." After giving another instruction, Han Chunming pointed to the cardboard boxes in the corner of the yard and said, "Sell all the cardboard boxes at the weekend. They take up too much space."

When he was doing the accounting just now, he had already charged himself all the expenses for collecting scrap, so in the end, the money he got was only a little over two hundred and fifty, which was considered a big expense.

After sitting for a while, the two of them patted their butts and left.

Han Chunming put the money into the kang in the east room, and Li Chengtao took the money box back home.

…………

As the annual rings rotate, autumn goes and winter comes.

The bleak autumn wind blew up the poplar leaves in the yard, and they fell to the girl's feet. No, to be precise, it should be the young and energetic girl.

Su Meng held the book, reading as she walked, and reading aloud from time to time, her face full of the tenderness of a young girl in love.

Cheng Jianjun pushed his bicycle into the backyard and noticed this scene immediately, then...

He is drunk!

Su Meng heard the noise and turned around to see Cheng Jianjun staring at her, with a glistening smile on his face. She immediately shouted angrily, "Cheng Jianjun, what are you looking at?"

Cheng Jianjun came to his senses, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said:

"Haha, the sun is so bright that it makes me cry."

Pushing the bicycle forward, Cheng Jianjun slapped the seat hard. The bicycle made a crisp sound, and it could be heard that the quality was excellent.

"Su Meng, what do you think of my bicycle?"

Cheng Jianjun was like a peacock spreading its tail, eagerly seeking the other party's praise.

He had just bought this bicycle from a nearby second-hand bicycle shop. He had originally planned to buy a 60% new bicycle as a transitional item, but now that Han Chunming was riding a bicycle, his bicycle had to be better than Han Chunming's.

So he took a fancy to this [80% new] bicycle.

As for why he bought it today, it was because that bastard Han Chunming had agreed to buy his stove after he got his salary. He really didn't expect that Han Chunming would find him and ask him about buying the stove after he got his salary today.

A full half a month!

He was so tired of waiting.

Every morning, when he heard Su Meng pushing her bicycle out of the door, he would follow her out, but in the blink of an eye, she would disappear. At that time, he urgently needed a bicycle so that they could go to work together.

Just thinking about it makes me excited.

He also received a salary, and together with the money Han Chunming used to buy the stove, it was more than enough to buy a bicycle.

But the black-hearted boss asked for eighty yuan for a bicycle that was almost new. Xu Damao searched his body thoroughly, but even with his previous private savings, he only had seventy-two yuan and thirty cents. In the end, the boss removed the bell from the bicycle and took all his money.

Just like that, Xu Damao, who was penniless... no, he still had four cents, rode the bicycle he bought arrogantly and immediately found Su Meng to show off.

"Well, it looks good, but why is there no bell?" Su Meng found the flaw immediately.

Cheng Jianjun scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled, "It doesn't matter, I'll go back and find one to install. The main thing is to look at the car, and whether it's good."

Su Meng agreed with this point. She had a good eye and could tell that the appearance and quality of this bicycle were indeed top-notch.

"Yes, it cost a lot of money, didn't it?"

"Eighty. I put all my pocket money into it." Cheng Jianjun immediately said exaggeratedly.

"This price is not bad, this car is worth it, but I still have to say that you don't have to buy such an expensive second-hand car, as long as it can be used for transportation, like Chunming's car, I think it's good. This one is a bit too expensive."

Su Meng's words made Cheng Jianjun jump up and down immediately. He opened his mouth wide and pointed at the middle courtyard and said loudly: "Chunming? Him? Where did he get the bicycle?

Don't listen to his boasting, that bicycle belongs to Taozi, he just gave it to him to ride for a few days, how can it become his?"

What Cheng Jianjun hates most is that people compare him with Han Chunming. He feels it is cheap.

Especially Su Meng, he didn't want to hear this even more.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Su Meng didn't have time to argue with him, but asked in a low voice: "Do you know what Chunming is busy with recently? Why is he so mysterious and rarely seen?"

A trace of disdain appeared on Cheng Jianjun's face, and the corners of his mouth turned down, as if he was about to turn his face into a bitter one.

His eyes revealed obvious annoyance, and he was extremely sensitive to the three words "Han Chunming". However, at the same time, he asked Su Meng with a somewhat expectant tone: "Shall we go to work together tomorrow?"

Su Meng shook her head and refused directly.

"No time, bye!"

Cheng Jianjun was ruthlessly rejected, but he murmured to himself: "It's really beautiful!"

…………

Han Chunming rode his tricycle alone through the alleys, and Li Chengtao went to sell bicycles by himself without his supervision, so he had more time to walk the streets and collect antiques.

It is now Sunday afternoon, two weeks to be exact, since the weekend when the two started reselling bicycles.

The business of reselling bicycles is proceeding in an orderly manner, and his focus is now on collecting antiques.

The feeling of searching for antiques among a pile of things is like a lottery or buying a lottery ticket. It's very addictive.

Someone asked him to collect junk. He parked the car and went into the house. He saw an old man sitting on a chair, pointing at the cardboard shell outside the door without saying a word.

Han Chunming cleaned up quickly, weighed the items, settled the bill, and then started naturally.

"Master, I like your bottle. Can you give it up?"

The old man looked back and nodded, but said nothing.

Han Chunming didn't understand why, but he still offered a high price of seven dollars. The old man nodded immediately and the deal was done.

For some reason, Han Chunming always felt something was weird.

With a cautious look in his eyes, he glanced towards the inner room, then... bowed and turned to leave.

Everyone will die one day, but those who remain in this world are the most miserable.

His wife passed away, leaving him alone as an old man, facing an empty house with no one to talk to. This must be the reason why he doesn't want to speak.

With a long sigh, Han Chunming's mood became much heavier.

Then we met two happy families. The old people were playing with their grandchildren, and the three generations of the family lived in harmony. The first thing the old people said after getting the money was that they would buy candied haws for their grandchildren. Then they took the three little ones out, apparently to fulfill their promise.

Just a lane separates us, yet sorrow and joy seem to be separated by a world of difference.

Han Chunming was in a bad mood. He rode his tricycle, passed by a convenience store, bought two bottles of Niulanshan and a bag of peanuts, returned to the courtyard, and waited for Li Chengtao to come back.

"Hey, Chun...Ming, why...are you back so early?"

Li Chengtao, who had just returned from selling a car, wondered, and then happily talked about his gains today, but Han Chunming stretched out his hand and pointed to the chair opposite. "Sit down, have a drink with me."

"Uh...okay!"

Li Chengtao didn't ask why, because there was no need to ask.

Brother, I'm always here when you need me.

"Tsk, Niu...Lanshan is really powerful!" Li Chengtao took a big gulp of white wine, grabbed two peanuts, and shook his head. He was not worried at all about why Han Chunming drank or what happened.

Han Chunming is not that pretentious and would not ask stupid questions like death.

He just felt a little blocked and uncomfortable when he saw the old man who didn't say a word, had dull eyes and was completely indifferent to the world.

He is not a savior and he won't be foolish enough to save others.

The old man didn't need his saving.

The autumn wind is bleak and cold, as if foreshadowing the approach of winter.

Han Chunming couldn't help but tremble, muttering to himself: "Taozi, winter is coming."

The autumn wind was like a knife, cutting across his cheeks, bringing a hint of chill, but the chill still penetrated through his clothes and into his skin. Looking toward the horizon, a withered yellow leaf fluttered in the wind, as if it were the messenger of winter, announcing the arrival of the cold in advance.

Han Chunming felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart. He took a deep breath, picked up the bottle of wine, and swallowed it in big gulps.

"Cool!"