Hearing someone shouting from behind, Qian Yongqiang looked back and found that it was Boss Chen who ran over just now, and he didn't know what was going on with him, so he stopped the car.

"Do you have something, Boss Chen?"

Looking at Boss Chen, who was panting and running over, Qian Yongqiang's heart was full of suspicions, and he thought to himself: "You won't sing a double reed with Boss Wang and join forces to lie to me, right?" I've seen this kind of thing a lot over the years. Hmph, I'd like to see what tricks you have up your sleeve! ”

"Boss Qian, wait a minute, I have something to tell you." Boss Chen turned around and glanced at "Zhiyanzhai", and found that Boss Wang was standing in the door of the store and secretly looking here.

"I'm mainly engaged in new books, but apart from these books, do you have any other books at home? Can I go and see you? Boss Chen said sincerely.

"I don't have any stock at home for the time being, so let's talk about it when I do." Qian Yongqiang said coldly. Because Boss Wang wanted to get him from "Zhiyanzhai" just now, Boss Chen seemed to have a good relationship with Boss Wang, and even Qian Yongqiang was a little disgusted with Boss Chen, so he politely refused his request to come to his house to buy goods. Fortunately, Boss Chen didn't collude with Boss Wang just now, otherwise Qian Yongqiang wouldn't have taken care of him anymore.

"Oh。。。。。。 Oh. Feeling Qian Yongqiang's indifference, and even slight hostility, Boss Chen didn't know what to do.

"Boss Chen, if you don't have anything else, I'm leaving." Qian Yongqiang released the brakes of the tricycle.

"Boss Qian, these books of yours are not ordinary foreign books, they are collectible "Mao Xuan", I just glanced at it, I didn't look closely, if I guessed correctly, it should be an extremely rare foreign language version." Boss Chen held back for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to approach Qian Yongqiang and whispered.

Qian Yongqiang nodded, agreeing with his statement.

"Although I don't know the current transaction price of this set of books, based on my years of experience in searching for books, I judge that its price should be around 1,000 yuan."

Qian Yongqiang nodded again, meaning that I know all this. But he was a little puzzled, as a friend of Boss Wang, why did he tell him this?

"Boss Chen, thank you for telling me this. But I really don't have any other books to sell you at home, wait。。。。。。 ”

Before Qian Yongqiang finished speaking, Boss Chen waved his hand at him and whispered, "You misunderstood, Boss Qian." I'm not telling you this so that I can go to your house to buy books, I respect you as a person! ”

"Respect me as a person, no, Boss Chen, we didn't know each other before!"

"You have set up a stall in the ghost market of Chaotian Palace, right?" Boss Chen asked.

"Well, I've been there occasionally, it's late at night, and I'll go back before dawn." Qian Yongqiang said.

"I often go to Chaotiangong Night Market to buy books, and you don't know me because I haven't bought books at your stall. But I remember you, and I'm impressed—you remember that one night last year, when many of you were setting up stalls in the Chaotiangong Night Market, there was a sudden wind and torrential rain, and a lot of papers and books were flying in the sky with the wind. When everyone cleaned up their stalls, found a place to shelter from the rain, and sorted out their own things, suddenly an old man named Lao Sun howled and cried that one of his celebrity letters was missing。。。。。。 ”

"I know what you're talking about. Were you there at the time? Qian Yongqiang remembers that in the storm, he hurriedly rolled up the stalls with the tarpaulins of the stalls, threw them on the tricycle, and quickly pushed the tricycle under the eaves on the side of the road to avoid the rain.

Suddenly, I heard an old hoarse voice howling in the storm: "Whoever saw my letter, who saw my letter, it was a celebrity's handwriting, someone gave me 10,000 yuan and I didn't sell it, oh my God, why is it gone。。。。。。 ”

The voice was more than ten meters away from Qian Yongqiang's booth, and a stall named Lao Sun came out, as if some celebrity letter could not be found, and several people surrounded him and persuaded Lao Sun to look for it. A few people used flashlights to help Lao Sun look carefully along the side of the road.

"I've looked for everything, I've looked for everything, but I haven't! It should have been blown away by the gust of wind just now, and I don't know whose stall it fell on. Brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, you are good, my grandson is a poor man, one of my legs is gone, my right eye has a cataract, I have to have surgery, I have to pay tens of thousands of dollars, I lost my things, what can I do。。。。。 Whining...... Lao Sun howled and cried like a child, and for a time the sun and the moon were moved with sorrow, the wind howled, and the torrential rain raged.

Everyone hurriedly hid under the eaves of the roadside to avoid the rain, but Lao Sun was still in the wind and rain, with the help of the faint flashlight, frantically looking for his lost celebrity letter. After searching all the places, Lao Sun gave up completely, sat in the rain, slapped the ground with one hand, and began to howl and cry again: "I can't find it, I can't find it!" God, I'm so stupid, why don't I sell it for 10,000 yuan。。。。。。 ”

Lao Sun is in his sixties, unmarried, when he was young, he broke a leg in a car accident, and the root of his thigh was amputated. Every day, he relied on one leg and rode a broken tricycle to the scrap yard to buy some paper and books to sell in the ghost market, and sometimes he would find a prosperous place to set up a stall at night, sell some books and magazines, and barely survive.

Lao Sun's heart-rending cry reached everyone's ears through the dense sound of wind and rain, and everyone was moved and had a sad face. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Qian Yongqiang and a few people who were familiar with Lao Sun dragged Lao Sun to the eaves to avoid the rain. Lao Sun's whole body was soaked, and a few sparse gray hairs stuck to his forehead, and rain dripped from time to time. "Alas。。。。。。" Lao Sun stopped crying at this time, but kept sighing.

Seeing that Lao Sun was fine, Qian Yongqiang walked back to his tricycle, wiped the rain on his hands, and planned to sort out a few messy books in the car basket, but suddenly found a thin brown paper envelope sandwiched between the two books.

"Hey, what is this?" Qian Yongqiang remembered that he had never had such an envelope. Could it be that the wind just now blew someone's stuff into their car crate?

Qian Yongqiang opened the envelope, and looked at it by the faint light, it was a letter, only a pale yellow piece of paper, which looked like it was some years old, and the words were written in a vertical line. Look at the signature at the end: "Guo Moruo". Three large characters in cursive script come into view.

"Ah, Guo Lao's letter, if it's true, it's worth a lot of money! Tens of thousands of dollars should be fine! Qian Yongqiang saw that no one around him noticed him, so he quickly took the letter into his arms, and his heart was pounding. But he thought of what Lao Sun was crying about just now that the letter was lost, "Could it be the letter that Lao Sun lost?" ”

Qian Yongqiang was very conflicted, and wanted to go to Lao Sun to ask, and if it was his, he would return it to others. But I thought again, this is tens of thousands of yuan, just now Lao Sun said that someone gave 10,000 yuan and didn't sell it.

After hesitating for a long time, Qian Yongqiang still decided to ask Lao Sun. No matter who it is, this thing is not your own anyway, and you can't ask for something that isn't your own. Doing things that violate your conscience is damned. Ancient precept: A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way.

Qian Yongqiang came to Lao Sun, who had stopped crying at this time, and his two eyes were looking blankly into the distance, unblinking, empty and numb.

"Boss Sun, I heard that you lost a letter just now, I don't know who wrote this letter?" Qian Yongqiang asked.

Lao Sun looked at Qian Yongqiang indifferently, didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly.

"What kind of letter is it? You say, maybe the wind blew it on someone's stall just now, and others didn't pay attention to put it away with the book goods, and they will return it to you when they find it. Qian Yongqiang continued to ask.

"It must have been blown away by the strong wind just now, the wind was too strong, who knows whose stall it blew? They won't return it to me when they find out, it's a celebrity letter, worth at least 10,000 yuan! As he spoke, Lao Sun began to sigh again, sobbing and crying.

"It's not easy for this old grandson, a disabled person, and his body is sick in many places, so he wanted to sell this letter at a good price so that he could go to see a doctor. Who would have thought that a gust of wind would blow it away. I hope that some well-wishers will find things that are not their own, and they can find it in conscience and return it to Lao Sun. ”

"No one will pay it back, where is there such a kind person now?"

"Alas。。。。。。"

"Alas。。。。。。"

The people around talked about it, sighed again and again, lamented the ill-fated old grandson, and lamented that the people's hearts were not ancient. Although I didn't believe that anyone would take the initiative to return this celebrity letter to Lao Sun when they picked it up, they were all curious and asked Lao Sun about the specific situation of this letter.

Lao Sun sighed and said faintly: "There is only one piece of paper in this letter, the paper has been yellowed, the vertical line of letterhead, the words written with a brush, and the inscription is the words 'Guo Moruo' - at that time, I put it in a brown paper envelope, afraid that it would be lost, I also used a thick book to press it, but I didn't expect that the wind was too strong just now, and I blew the book open and blew it away!" ”

After speaking, Lao Sun slapped his only thigh and the cement floor next to his thigh with his hand.

Qian Yongqiang understood in his heart that the letter that Lao Sun lost was the one that was blown into his car basket by the wind.

Qian Yongqiang took out the brown paper envelope from his arms, handed it to Lao Sun, and said, "Boss Sun, take a look, isn't this it?" ”

Lao Sun was stunned suddenly, stretched out a pair of trembling hands to catch the envelope, and the two cloudy old eyes suddenly flashed, and shouted: "It's it, it's it!" ”

"Why don't you open it up first and see if it's your one?" Qian Yongqiang said, "This kind of brown paper envelope is very common. ”

"You can't be wrong, you see that there is a word I wrote on the back of this envelope, 'Guo Moruo Xinza'." Lao Sun excitedly opened the envelope, carefully pulled out the letter inside, looked at it carefully, and said excitedly, "Yes, yes!" Thank you, Boss Qian, thank you so much! ”

When the onlookers saw that Lao Sun had finally found the lost letter, they all let out a long sigh in their hearts and gave Qian Yongqiang a thumbs up. They knew that if Qian Yongqiang left this letter and then sold it secretly, if Qian Yongqiang didn't say it, no one would know about it. Even if Lao Sun called the police, it was difficult to find out, at that time, the wind and rain were heavy, the night market was messy, and the flow of people was also large, where to check?

Lao Sun put the letter away, took out two fifty yuan bills from his pocket and handed them to Qian Yongqiang, saying, "Thank you, Boss Qian." If it weren't for you, my letter would be gone. This is a hundred dollars, which is my gratitude, please accept it! ”

Qian Yongqiang pushed Lao Sun's hand back and said, "I was also just sorting out the books in the car basket, only to find out that such an envelope was scraped out of nowhere. - I don't want your money, it's not easy for you to make money, you better keep this money and spend it yourself! ”

After speaking, Qian Yongqiang walked back, and he heard a burst of heartfelt admiration behind him. At that time, Boss Chen was among these people, but Qian Yongqiang didn't notice it.

。。。。。。

Qian Yongqiang heard Boss Chen say that it was because of this incident that he respected him as a person, so he couldn't help but have a little good impression of the chubby boss in front of him. After Lao Sun's incident, not only did many bosses and customers of Chaotiangong Night Market respect Qian Yongqiang, but even he himself felt that his soul had been greatly purified。。。。。。

"I just saw several shopkeepers secretly looking at you, you are selling things today, I'm afraid they will guard against you, you might as well ride around elsewhere and come back, and then find a bookstore that specializes in collecting and selling "Wen" collections to see if it can sell at a high price. Boss Chen suggested in a low voice, "There is a bookstore called 'Keqiu' not far ahead, you can go over and take a look later, this boss's surname is Zhu, and his personality and reputation are not bad." ”

Qian Yongqiang nodded, took out a notebook from his pocket, wrote down his address, then tore it off and handed it to Boss Chen, saying, "I am usually at home at night, you can come to me when you have time, maybe there are the goods you need." ”

"Thank you, I'll be sure to visit you in a few days! Goodbye, Boss Money! ”

Boss Chen put the note away, turned around and waved his hand in the direction of "Zhiyanzhai", and shook his head helplessly.