After Zeng Shaoqing went back, he immediately asked people to contact Haishi and called Chen Qinghe's office directly.

Chen Qinghe and Zeng Shaoqing have also met before, and the intersection of the two people's official affairs is not very much, to put it bluntly, they are just nodding friends. Zeng Shaoqing is a very arrogant person, Chen Qinghe never dreamed that he would take the initiative to call him, or for personal matters.

"Chen Feng's eyes?" Chen Qinghe was a little hesitant, the attitude of the Lei family was to protect Song Yiran, not wanting her to be overexposed, worried that her super high medical skills would affect her normal life, so the Chen family was also silent afterwards, never mentioning the matter of Song Yiran curing Chen Feng.

If Song Yiran is in need and the Lei family allows it, they naturally want to promote Song Yiran, after all, they owe Song Yiran a favor!

But now Zeng Shaoqing called so suddenly, which made Chen Qinghe feel very surprised, and there was a trace of hesitation.

Zeng Shaoqing is a good person, and he is a monkey with a tail. Chen Qinghe's hesitation made him smell a glimmer of opportunity, and hurriedly said: "I also knew about this from the Lei family, or Lei Lei's kid told me personally, and his fiancée was on the side at the time. ”

When Chen Qinghe heard this, he also understood something, and responded: "Oh, that's the case! Minister Zeng, my youngest son's eyes were indeed cured by Song Yatou, don't look at her age, but she is a talented person." To tell you the truth, my lover has an old stomach disease, which has not healed for many years, and almost became a major illness after a minor illness, but fortunately I met Dr. Xiao Song, a few injections, and then with traditional Chinese medicine, the medicine was eliminated in less than three months. ”

Zeng Shaoqing's head was buzzing, and the boss with his mouth open almost couldn't believe his ears. He asked urgently, "Is it true?" in a serious tone.

Chen Qinghe chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone, you are not my direct superior, who is putting this kind of official display to? I was not very satisfied, but I did not disclose the slightest dissatisfaction between my words, "Doctor Xiao Song is young, has superb medical skills, and has benevolent medical ethics, I know this sounds really unbelievable, but this is the truth. ”

Zeng Shaoqing didn't know how he put down the phone.

Shock, regret, and a hint of luck.

Fortunately, I didn't offend people to death! Whether my daughter's illness can be cured depends on this trembling.

Zeng Shaoqing wanted to find Song Yiran to treat her daughter, but she didn't expect to find anyone.

He went to the compound (Lei Jun's house) to find someone, but the Lei family avoided it, and said that Song Yiran was not free and was very busy every day.

Zeng Shaoqing felt that this was the Song family's excuse, wasn't school about to start?

Song Yiran is really busy.

Busy......

Put away the rags!

Yes, you read that right, Song Yiran was busy collecting the rags.

Han Ping and they bought a second-hand manpower three-wheeled flatbed truck, this car looks six points new, the car is rusty, a little old, but it is quite strong, and it is still possible to pull goods. They prepared a lot of sacks, bought rod scales, and began to walk the streets and alleys to collect waste.

When Song Yiran followed him to collect the waste, he put his hair up, wore a hat, his face blackened, wore tattered clothes with patches, and put on a pair of old rubber shoes, which looked quite like that.

Han Ping also wore old clothes, and he rode a bicycle, shouting as he rode. Song Yiran sat in the car, and shouted twice from time to time.

"Collect the rags, collect the waste paper shells, old newspapers, old books, wine bottles, old furniture, ......"

While shouting, you have to knock on the iron at the same time, making a "clang" sound, so that the uncles and aunts in the alley will know that they have come to collect the rags.

Speaking of which, Han Ping has already collected several trips by himself, most of them are waste books and old newspapers, as well as wine bottles or something, all of them are fragments, nothing big, and they are not worth a few dollars. However, he is quite smart, he can keep the price of the scrap yard in mind, he knows what is the market, he will not lose money when he receives the goods, and the price is also open to come, which is a very advantageous way to do this business.

After all, Han Ping and his younger brothers were also from the grassroots in the past, and they still know a lot about the way to survive on the streets.

"Collect the rags! Collect waste newspapers, wine bottles, old furniture~"

"Qiang Qiang"

The sound spread far and wide, and it didn't take long to attract all the uncles and aunts in the alley.

"How much is a pound of paper shell?"

Han Ping replied in a standard local accent: "Don't be wet, three points dry." ”

This price is quite fair, the price of paper shells and old books and newspapers in the eighties is calculated separately, unlike later generations, paper products are basically the same price. It doesn't matter if it's a newspaper, an old book, or a paper shell, it's all waste paper.

"How much does a bottle cost?"

"It looks like some have one point, and some have two points. "In these years, there is a deposit for beer bottles, and after drinking, you can go directly to the store to return the bottle.

"Wait, wait, I'll come over in a while, don't go. An eldest sister in her forties shouted, "My home is far away, you wait for me for a while." The eldest sister was holding a puff fan in her hand, and she ran in small steps, and the speed was quite fast.

Han Pingli opened his mouth and smiled, "Okay, you can go!"

After a while, I collected six catties of paper shells, three stacks of old books and newspapers, and a few wine bottles, the kind that cost a penny, and it was not worth much.

It was hot, and the people who had sold their scrap went home for a nap.

The eldest sister was late, except for the big pu fan, there was nothing in her hands, "Hehe, big brother, there are a lot of things, you have no business here, help me take a hand." ”

Han Ping responded quietly, "Okay, let's go." ”

The eldest sister led the way in front with her eyebrows, and Han Ping rode the car, carrying Song Yiran to follow behind.

turned east and west, rode more than 100 meters, and finally arrived at the eldest sister's house.

"Here, here, right here. ”

"Sister, do you have a lot of things? I can't get into this car, can I?"

"You lock the car here, you can't lose it, let your brother watch outside, you come in and help me clean up, I'll sell you everything." ”

Han Ping glanced at Song Yiran. Song Yiran nodded lightly, Han Ping parked the car at the gate of the courtyard, and followed the eldest sister into the courtyard.

Han Ping already knew the real purpose of Song Yiran's collection of scrap. Although Han Ping didn't know what those antiques were for, the eldest lady said to accept it, let's accept it!

In the past few years, these things were all trouble-causing roots and seedlings, and none of them could be left. But the eldest lady said that now it is different from the past, and if you keep these things, they will be of great use and valuable in the future.

Han Ping took Song Yiran's words as a holy decree, and made up his mind to put his life in her hands, so basically he did whatever Song Yiran said.

followed Song Yiran to collect waste products for a few days, and he can be regarded as gaining knowledge, although he doesn't know what is true and what is fake, but what kind of things to collect and how to collect them, he has a clear heart.

"Young man, look at this warehouse in my house, there are a lot of things in it, I don't want it, can you help me make it out?"

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