"Hong Datou, do you want to find death?" Fang Nanyi gritted his teeth and looked at his little friend who grew up together: "Do you understand the rules?"

"Sister Fang, I have someone who is not in this industry!"

Hong Datou walked up, a dog-legged smile floated on his face, and said: "Besides, I dare to go against you, if there are other things, forget about other things, what do you say, how do I do it, but this warm bowl is the old man's heart knot!"

Saying that, he sighed a little: "Grandpa, he went to the museum several times, went to see it, and wanted to borrow it several times to observe it, but you also know, the curator Ye is his old rival, he will not admit defeat in his life, he can open his mouth!"

He prayed, "For the sake of filial piety, give it to me!"

He doesn't know antiques, but he recognizes this Ru kiln lotus warm bowl, there is a national treasure level warm bowl in the Palace Museum, you can see it from a distance, you can not play it from a distance, his old man likes it very much, he has always wanted to play, but he has no chance, so he also remembered it, but this thing can not be found.

"You ......"

Fang Nanyi was a little angry, but he also knew Old Man Hong's knot.

"Forget it, you have money to squander, that's your business, and the old lady won't stop you from dying!"

Fang Nanyi thought of Old Man Hong's care for herself, if it wasn't for Old Man Hong and a few old men to protect her a few years ago, she wouldn't have been able to leave the capital, and he softened when he thought of this: "Give it to you, but you have to lend the warm bowl to our auction house for the autumn auction as a gimmick, otherwise don't talk about it!"

"Okay!"

Hong Datou responded with a smile on his face.

At this time, Hong Datou looked at Brother Song Shan: "Brother, 3.8 million yuan, sell it to me, how about it!"

"Good!"

There was no need to discuss this, Song Shan responded directly.

Someone made a high price, of course it was sold.

This is definitely the highest price, according to his impression of the shrewd and unreasonable woman in front of him, this price will not be higher, even if it is sent to auction, it may not be high.

Half an hour later, the Song brothers and the young man named Hong Ziyang walked out of the Baofang pawn shop, went to the postal bank, transferred money on the spot, and 3.8 million yuan entered Song Jiang's passbook.

Song Shan doesn't even have an ID card now, and naturally he doesn't have a passbook, but these days, there are more passbooks, and in the rural areas, 90 percent of them are postal bank passbooks.

Fortunately, this Hong Ziyang has a big face, otherwise the transfer of 3.8 million yuan requires a lot of procedures, and now it can be done directly in ten minutes, which can be described as efficient.

"Three million eight million?"

Standing at the door, Song Jiang looked at the numbers in the passbook, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Three million eight million, what is that concept?

This is probably beyond his imagination.

His master is a master figure among the woodcarvers, and the minimum is a few thousand yuan, which is his goal, and he fantasizes that he will become a master of woodcarving in the future, and the whole family will not worry about eating and drinking.

But all of a sudden, 3.8 million yuan entered his account, and he couldn't turn a corner.

You have to carve a lot of work to earn it.

"Little Brother Song, if you have any treasures in the future, you can call me directly!"

Hong Ziyang walked out of the bank, left a business card, on which was the title of the general manager of Hong's International Trade Pearl Branch, and a phone number, got into a small car, and left in a hurry.

"Definitely!"

Song Shan also had an impression of the young man who could give him the first pot of gold, and responded with a smile.

"It's almost three o'clock!"

Song Shan looked at the clock in the bank through the window, and then said to Song Jiang: "Brother, is it too late to go back now?"

At this time, it is difficult to say whether there is a car back to Yudu County.

But the car back to Yongshi definitely has it.

Song Jiang didn't seem to hear Song Shan's words and didn't answer.

"Brother!"

Song Shan shouted again.

Song Jiang came back to his senses, looked at Song Shan blankly, and muttered, "Brother, we have three million and eight hundred thousand, right?"

"Didn't you see it in your passbook!" Song Shan said with a smile.

This is a manifestation of the ups and downs, the clanging of the Song family's poverty, and suddenly there is such a huge amount of money, no wonder Song Jiang can't come back to his senses for a while.

"Three million eight million!"

Song Jiang's reaction arc was like this, and he sighed: "Our small factory is worth more than 100,000 yuan!"

"Then buy it!"

Song Shan is wealthy.

"Buy it?" Song Jiang couldn't keep up with Song Shan's rhythm, and paused for a moment: "How can this work?"

"Why not!"

Song Shan said: "We have money, brother, your biggest dream is to be the most outstanding wood carver, and after buying the wood carving factory, do the masters in the factory still dare to hide their skills?"

The master's skills, unless passed on to the Guan disciples, the other disciples are discounted.

"This ......"

Song Jiang is a little moved, if he is the boss, he can let several masters pass on his skills to him, but he can consider it.

"Brother, it's past three o'clock, why don't we find a hotel in Xijing for one night, and then go back tomorrow!" Song Shan didn't stimulate him, and said softly.

"What do you live in?"

Song Jiang is still Song Jiang, and he has not become fluttering because of the huge sum of 3.8 million, and he has the ability to find a simple northwest man with the ability to pick the door: "This hotel in Xijing is a waste of money, go back now, there should be a car back to Yudu!"

Saying that the bus station they rushed to was nearby, and there was no intention to return to the previous long-distance bus station, and there was a long-distance station nearby.

Walk for ten minutes, and you will be around the corner.

Pit in and buy a ticket.

There is no car to Yudu, but there is a return to Yongshi, 4:30 is the latest class, taking Qinzhou City, passing through Yongshi.

So they sold a ticket back to Yongshi, which was much cheaper, twenty-five yuan a ticket, and fifty yuan for two people.

The car arrived at the station, got on the bus ten minutes in advance, and after getting on the bus to find a place to sit down, Song Jiang's mood still couldn't calm down for a long time, he kept pinching the passbook in the small bag of the shoulder bag, this is his usual work bag, he pinched it to death, for fear that the passbook would run away.

Song Jiang was very calm, the first pot of gold was in hand, and he was thinking about the next questions.

His intention was to build roads.

3.8 million, this is definitely a huge amount of money, it is possible to open up that mountain road, please buy machines, please bulldozers, please pull mud in cars, and ask workers...... After all, the budget is sufficient, after all, in this era, the labor is also very low.

But if you want to build a cement road that comes out of the village, passes through the mountains, crosses Mingshan Village, crosses the small forest farm, and directly connects to the Yanshui Provincial Highway, at least a dozen kilometers, I'm afraid this money is not enough.

But if you don't build this road, it won't make much sense to open up the mountains, and the road is too difficult to walk, which is also a problem.

Either do it all at once, or don't do it.

It bothered him.

"If you want to be a farmer and cultivate the land at home, you still have to develop obscenely, otherwise the capital will be insufficient!"

Song Shan began to scratch his head, how to get money, he has capital, and the skill of rolling money is called business, but he still has some experience in taking the official career to say, doing business, is he this material.

Thinking about it, he tilted his head and fell asleep, with two strings of hara at the corners of his mouth, as if he was dreaming, and this dream was still sweet.