Rebirth of the Flying Era

Sanliang Station is just north of Nanluogu Lane, in Andingmen.

Du Fei rode his bicycle along Andingmen Nei Street, and within ten minutes he saw the big sign of Sanliang Station.

Park the car outside the door, walk into the grain station, stand at the door and glance inside.

The business hall of the grain station is about 100 square meters. Most of the people inside are women and there are only two young guys.

The two of them were eating together, and they didn't know what they were talking about. They whispered to each other with lewd expressions on their faces.

Du Fei recognized at a glance that a fair young man with a three-quarter hairdo was Chu Cheng.

Du Fei didn't feel angry, walked in with his long legs, and shouted from a distance: "Old Chu!"

Chu Cheng had just taken a bite of steamed buns and his mouth was full. He heard a familiar voice and turned around to look.

Realizing that it was Du Fei, he quickly tried to swallow the bun in his mouth, but the bite was too big. He choked and rolled his eyes. He hurriedly grabbed the enamel jar next to him and drank a sip of tea before he recovered.

"Fuck, you almost killed me!" Chu Cheng took two breaths, slapped his chest and shouted.

Du Fei chuckled: "Don't worry, you've really lost your temper, and I'll be eating with you."

"What a stupid thing." Chu Cheng scolded with a smile, then patted Du Fei on the shoulder, his face became serious: "I heard about your family's affairs."

Du Fei smiled and did not answer, and changed the subject: "Is it okay for you to work here? I heard what Aunt Wang meant, do you have any other ideas?"

"Oh, what can I have in mind?" Chu Cheng spread his hands and said, "When I just graduated, I wanted to join the army, but my mother wouldn't agree to anything. Our old man couldn't resist, and he still has a job. Okay, what else can you think of?"

"You kid, you just don't know how blessed you are when you are surrounded by blessings." Du Fei raised his hand and pointed twice: "Okay, don't say anything else, give me some food first, or we won't be able to open the pot at home."

Chu Cheng didn't hesitate and immediately helped to load the food.

Du Fei looked at him with some doubts in his heart. The Chu Cheng in front of him had changed a lot from the character in the memory of the original owner.

I don’t know if it’s because I got a job after graduation or because I suppressed my temperament in school.

But looking at him like this, he also has some affection for Du Fei, a classmate, and he is not the kind of casual acquaintance who nodded in school.

It doesn't take a while.

Chu Cheng came out with the food, a total of ten kilograms of rice, ten kilograms of white flour, half a kilogram of soybean oil, and twenty kilograms of stick noodles, all of which were picked out and weighed by Du Fei.

"How do you carry so many things back?" Chu Cheng asked, carrying three bags and a glass bottle: "How about I get off work at night, and I can deliver it to you on my bicycle."

Du Fei smiled and said, "Have a rest, I came here on a bicycle."

Chu Cheng smiled, not too surprised.

The two men carried the grain outside and tied it to the back frame of their bicycle.

Du Fei came here mainly to meet Chu Cheng and buy some food.

He had one more thing to do next, so he didn't stay at the grain station for long.

The two agreed to have a barbecue during the barbecue season this Sunday, and Du Fei got on his bicycle and left.

After riding for a few dozen meters, he saw a small alley on the side of the road. Du Fei tilted the handlebars and got in. He found a corner with no one around and quickly put the grain and soybean oil on the car into his carry-on space.

When I came out of the alley, I was already traveling lightly, riding my bicycle to the trust store near the Fire Temple.

Trust shops at this time were somewhat similar to ancient pawn shops, specializing in the purchase or consignment of various second-hand items. There are all kinds of things inside, including everything for clothing and use, including bicycles, sewing machines, and other valuable items.

In fact, the second-hand goods sold in trust stores are really not cheap, but the only advantage is that they do not require a ticket.

Regardless of whether you have money or not, you have to rely on tickets to buy anything nowadays. Even some items that are in short supply cannot be bought even if you have tickets in hand.

The main customers of trust stores are ordinary people who have a little money but can't get tickets.

But today Du Fei came, not for the trust store.

According to the memory of the original owner, there was a small independently operated cultural relics store on the second floor of this trust store.

Du Fei parked his bicycle and ran up the stairs to the second floor without wasting time on the first floor.

On the left side of the stairs, there are more expensive items from the trust store, such as watches, cameras, radios, etc.

On the right is the cultural relics store, which is only 40 to 50 square meters in area and has seven or eight glass counters.

I probably went to eat during my lunch break. Originally there were supposed to be three people looking after the store, but at this time there was only a young man in his twenties standing behind the counter in a daze.

Du Fei was secretly happy and immediately strode over.

His eyes quickly swept over and he came to the counter selling jade.

He came here just to verify how the portable space absorbs white light.

Du Fei locked his target and greeted with a smile: "Excuse me, I want to see this jade pendant."

The dazed young man was not happy, so he came back to his senses, glared at Du Fei with a gloomy look on his face, and walked over slowly.

Du Fei didn't care about his attitude. He skillfully took one out of his pocket and spread it out.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression softened when he saw the brand on the cigarette box. He picked up the cigarette and put it behind his ear. He opened the counter with the key and asked Du Fei which piece of jade he wanted to see.

Du Fei pointed with his finger and saw a jade pendant that was slightly yellow and looked very old.

Because his knowledge of antiques was limited, he couldn't tell the age and quality of these jades. He could only rely on luck.

The young man at the counter, judging by his casual behavior, didn't care about the value of these jade articles. He was probably not much better than Du Fei, and he was also a newbie in the industry.

Du Fei pretended to pick up the piece of white jade and looked at it carefully for a moment. He seemed not satisfied. He put it on the cabinet with his backhand and pressed his palm against a jade bracelet glowing with green light: "Take this out and have a look too." "

The young man didn't care.

There is a police station ten meters downstairs, so I came here to steal it because I was blind.

The young man lowered his head to pick up the bracelet, but did not notice that the piece of white jade held by Du Fei under his hand was unknowingly and suddenly taken away into his personal space.

Du Fei felt a little nervous, but fortunately there was no surveillance at this time, so he only had to hide it from the eyes and ears of the people in front of him.

As the jade pendant was taken into the space, the light ball suspended in the space trembled violently.

Du Fei was delighted.

At this time, the young man took out the bracelet and found that the piece of white jade was missing. He immediately shouted: "Hey~ where is the jade?"

"Here~ here~" Du Fei smiled and turned his palm over, revealing the white jade underneath: "How much does this cost?"

The young man was a little unhappy and said calmly: "Five dollars."

As he said that, he put the bracelet in front of Du Fei and reached out to take back the piece of white jade, but Du Fei stopped him: "Don't be busy, five yuan, I want this piece of jade."

The young man was stunned. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him was actually a wealthy businessman. He would buy a five-yuan jade pendant as soon as he asked.