Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 115 - 114 Acquaintance

Zhao Gang looked at the room full of things, "Can we really select these?"

Zhao Gang couldn’t stop swallowing his saliva. If he was disappointed before, now he was as thrilled as he could be.

Li Jianjun saw the expression on Zhao Gang and his companions’ faces and laughed, "Yes, you can take your time to choose."

"Anyway, you came with a cattle cart."

Gong Ruini, coming to her senses after hearing Li Jianjun’s words, was a bit confused. Although they had arrived with a cattle cart, it didn’t mean they were ready to collect waste like a recycling station.

"Uncle, do you mean we can choose anything we want?" Zhao Gang didn’t even notice his mouth was already trembling as he spoke.

Li Jianjun nodded, "Of course, you know the rules."

Zhao Gang kept nodding; he surely knew the rules.

"There are some good books, with excellent calligraphy. You can let the children take them home as copybooks. Every Chinese person should have good brushwriting skills."

As copybooks? Does that mean they can transport some ancient texts? Some ancient texts, even if not the works of masters, are at least preserved by skilled calligraphers; otherwise, how could they be passed down through the ages?

But how could this fellow be so generous? Gong Ruini suddenly felt uneasy; could it be that someone was setting them up for a fall?

She didn’t want them happily carrying things back only to be stopped halfway, where everything would be seized. Gong Ruini didn’t want to be humiliated.

Nor did she want their good days to end abruptly. If they could safely transport the items home, it would be a matter of not admitting it even if caught; as long as they find something, it’s all good.

"Rest assured, I was once from the Red Flag Brigade, but I haven’t gone back in a long time." Li Jianjun saw the tense expressions on Gong Ruini and the others’ faces.

Understanding their doubts, "Li Jian Country calls me Uncle."

Li Jian Country is this elderly man’s nephew, Zhao Gang and Gong Tao obviously knew who Li Jian Country was; wasn’t he the village head of Red Flag Brigade?

"You’re Uncle Jianjun..." Zhao Gang remembered hearing Li Jian Country mention such an uncle, who joined early to fight the Japanese, believed dead until post-liberation when it was revealed he was a war hero.

But shouldn’t such a person be taking it easy in the military district, and why is he here, Zhao Gang was puzzled.

"Hmm, call me Uncle Li." Li Jianjun patted Zhao Gang’s shoulder, "Jian Country mentioned you to me; you’re a good person, helped the village a lot."

"You’re planning to take time out to teach the village children, not bad." Li Jianjun, although not highly cultured, knew about the current chaotic denigration of knowledge.

However, having traveled everywhere with the troops, from Northeast to Southwest, he had seen much and knew literacy is always beneficial.

Now, there’s a young man willing to teach the village children, he naturally supports it, "I’m always here now, so come often if you have the time."

"Here, on the fifteenth of every other month, they clear a batch of things before that you should come." Li Jianjun, seeing certain items being destroyed, felt various forms of reluctance.

But Li Jianjun had no way to hide these items, not that they can’t be taken from the recycling station, but unsure where to store them.

Li Jianjun’s current residence isn’t large, plus many visitors, if someone sees them, it would be a big hassle.

Since Li Jian Country visited during New Year and mentioned village matters, he had this thought. Although Li Jian Country was unsure how Zhao Gang would react, if he’d make a fuss, Li Jianjun wasn’t worried.

As long as Zhao Gang got involved, he’d have no way out.

Meeting Li Jianjun’s gaze, Zhao Gang and Gong Tao exchanged glances; although it was a bit risky, once successful, there’d be definite benefits.

Gong Tao gave it a thought. Since Li Jian Country was aware, there was no need to hide. Besides, it sounded like frequent visits were possible, so he nodded at Zhao Gang.

With his friend’s agreement, Zhao Gang promptly promised to take on the task. Of course, he didn’t forget to add some notes, "These things I buy are mine once I take them back."

Later on if these things appreciate and are sold, he didn’t want anyone suddenly popping up claiming a share. Though he could trust Li Jian Country to some extent, once money is involved, it’s never a good thing.

Zhao Gang didn’t want future disagreements over money turning sour, only just now realizing they were so focused on treasure hunting here that they forgot an important detail.

Previous collaborations involved pooled funds, making profit divisions straightforward, but with different proportions.

This time, it’s tricky; for items not sold immediately, kept as heirlooms, how should they be distributed? Zhao Gang and Gong Tao were easygoing, but Zhao Gang couldn’t guarantee large profits wouldn’t turn good conscience bad.

Even he couldn’t ensure it, let alone the younger ones below, "Gangzi, let’s individually purchase our items this time."

Gong Tao had been contemplating this too, hadn’t thought about it earlier partly because he didn’t expect anything good here, but based on Uncle Li’s words, there seemed to be valuable items.

If they managed to move treasures home, Gong Tao felt there’d be no problem; he’d brought half of his family wealth, especially since prices weren’t steep anymore. How could he miss this opportunity?

With Zhao Gang’s proposal, Gong Tao enthusiastically agreed, "Alright, let’s get started."

Though Li Jianjun said this spot was his domain, meaning helping hands were present before dealing, it required prior notice. Yet until the items were in his possession, or rather, in his warehouse, Gong Tao couldn’t relax.

Zhao Gang was also poised, ready to make the most of the purchasing opportunity. Although Li Jianjun indicated future visits were possible, if good things were available each time, why miss them? "Good."

Some people already delayed his profits, so he couldn’t afford to miss potentially lucrative opportunities for future generations.

Regarding how this era would improve, Zhao Gang was unsure, but he doubted it wouldn’t be corrected before his last breath. Even if he didn’t see it, wouldn’t his sons and grandsons?

To state something rather irreverent, the longer the chaos lasted, the more was destroyed, and what survived would be even more valuable. These things were better than money; upper echelons might shift, paper money devalues, but these items gain worth.

Zhao Gang was concerned Gong Tao would be too focused on saving money, missing future potentials, so as they were about to part, he grabbed Gong Tao, "Don’t hold back, seize good items when you see them."

With a wry smile, Gong Tao wished to say he didn’t have the look of a miser, but his friend meant well. He nodded to show he understood.

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