Chapter 243

Until the end of the third page, there are all kinds of machinery manuals, people can’t help but imagine how many production lines in the closed factory, this must be a luxury business, right?

Unfortunately, because of the government’s suppression, running a newspaper is more dangerous than killing and setting fire to people, at least the hooligans on the street are killing and setting fire to houses and robbing them, and the gendarmerie doesn’t have the time to take care of it. But shake the pencil of the literati and newspaper editors, but are tightly watched, it is said to be able to catch in all arrested, can not be caught, the gendarmerie thought of a strange trick: they put the author of the home of the paper, pen and ink, and even desks are removed, vowed to let these people can not write a word.

Zhu Yuyan will know because the students heard about it, launched to the authors and editors of the paper and ink donation activities. Their foundation did not donate paper and ink, but to those who have lost the source of livelihood of the literati and editors to send some food.

She felt that when the students of the foundation gave sweet potatoes and potatoes, they were appreciated more sincerely than the students who gave paper and ink.

Perhaps the bellies of family members and children are more important than ideals, and not all writers and editors have to hold a heart that burns for ideals all the time, right? It is also necessary to allow people to be weak for a few days for the sake of their bellies.

At the end of the third page, it was finally the turn of the thousands of pounds of auction items – the figure was 9,800 kilograms.

The price tag was 8,900 dollars.

When the food truck came by, Zhu Yuyan was a little nervous – she was afraid that she had guessed wrong, and that this one in thousands of kilograms wasn’t grain, what if it was some kind of raw material?

However, fortunately, God is not so bad-hearted, let her trip for nothing.

The food cart came over, the waiter opened the lid, took out a crystal bowl from inside, opened the lid, inside was a small handful of dried corn kernels.

Grain! It was really grain!

Zhu Yuyan’s eyes instantly shone, and she took out the fountain pen that Mr. Su had given her in her pearl handbag and was ready to write down the numbers, but before she put down her pen, she hesitated.

How much money is appropriate to write?

She had brought forty thousand dollars herself, and Principal Tang had given her twenty-seven thousand dollars, so how much would it be appropriate to write? Would sixty-seven thousand dollars be too high?

But if she wrote less, what if she couldn’t get the auction?

She hesitated for a second, turned her head and asked Su Chunjun in a low voice, “How much should I write?”

Su Chunjun glanced at the waiter and didn’t directly say a number, but said as if he was teaching her, “You can write three times or five times. This auction is semi-closed, everyone doesn’t know what the highest price is, and they don’t know if the price they bid will get it, so it’s actually the same if you write more or less.”

Zhu Yuyan: “All the same?”

How can it all be the same?

Su Chunjun smiled, leaned over to her ear, and said in a whisper that the waiter could hear, “Because not everyone can auction it off. You have to see if people are willing to sell it to you.”

Zhu Yuyan understood that this was to see if her family’s backstage was hard.

She felt that Mr. Su’s backstage was still hard enough, and she was his fiancée, so it should be possible to auction off these thousands of pounds of dried corn kernels by foxing them once, right?

Su Chunjun added, “All the lots here actually have owners.”

He guessed that this HSBC bank Taipan John must have investigated long before he ran this auction, and he had to make sure that all the lots put out today must be needed by certain people.

Just like those foreign machines just now, they must all have a predetermined buyer before they are put out for auction.

Apart from the buyers that the bank was already sure of, the rest of the guests would be the ones who came to make up the numbers.

There must be others like Su Chunjun and Miss Zhu Er who suddenly took the invitations and squeezed in. It was unclear what these people were doing at this auction, but the bank was only letting them in to test whether they had enough money. Those who didn’t have money were probably all invited away just now.

The reason he had flaunted his wealth just now was because he and Miss Zhu Er were not guests specially invited by John Taipan, and the bank’s people were not clear about their wealth and did not know exactly how much money they had and how much they were willing to spend here. He had to give the bank confidence that he had money.

Now the third page was about to be finished, and if it was like the last time, then before the fifth page was finished, he and Miss Zhu Er had to shoot one more thing in order to stay on.

So, the corn auction could be seen as them defecting to this auction, an official entrance fee paid to continue to the next one.

There was no way for him to make it too clear to Second Miss Zhu right now, but he felt that she wouldn’t fail to understand.

Zhu Yuyan thought for a moment, and her fountain pen tapped on the auction slip, writing a number of 21,000 and putting it back.

After handing back the auction slip, she quietly asked him, “What if I don’t get it?”

Su Chunjun: “I suspect that there is more than this batch of grain here.”

Looking at the machinery just now, it was clear that the grain might be more than this batch as well.

Makes sense.

It wouldn’t be good to spend all the money at once then.

But this was her goal after all, and after writing down the numbers and handing them in, she couldn’t help but worry that she wrote too little and didn’t end up getting the auction. Although asking for twenty thousand dollars for only nine tons of corn was already a sky-high price.

Su Chunjun look at her somewhat fidgety appearance, put his arm around her and whispered, “Don’t worry, no matter who shoots it in a while, I’ll snatch it for you.”

Bull X.

Zhu Er Miss suddenly stopped being nervous.

Having your back against a big tree is good!

Although it’s a little bit bandit, but it’s not important.

Zhu Er Miss quietly asked, “How do I snatch it?”

Su Chunjun really put his mouth to her ear and whispered this time.

He said, “As long as the warehouse is in the city, no matter where the goods are picked up from, they will definitely need to use a car, and will inevitably take the main road. When the time comes, I’ll talk to the gendarmerie people, set up a barrier, and just stop their delivery trucks directly.”

Miss Zhu Er listened with fire in her heart.

-Only a little uneasy.

She felt that Su Chunjun was getting more and more used to these tricks. He couldn’t be blamed for the circumstances he was in right now. But she must also be vigilant and not let him really turn into an unscrupulous bad guy. Now was a special circumstance, a special situation.

What she needs to consider is how she is going to protect his reputation if he really lets the gendarmerie stop the car and grab the grain ……

Under such a tangled and complicated mood, the next lot arrived.

It was fabric.

The waiter brought out the plate and placed it in front of them, in the plate was a cut of white cotton cloth.

Zhu Yuyan understood.

Grain and fabric were actually both considered very tight commodities, and in a society where production activities had almost completely stopped now, they were by no means worthless.

But their value was something that had to be seen in conjunction with the quantity.

Corn is grain, and it is valuable. But no one can carry a few tons of corn with them, and at every turn they have to be transported in large trucks and ships, manpower and material resources aside, the commotion is great, it is easy to attract attention, it is very inconspicuous, and of course it is not safe enough.

Cotton fabric is also the same.

Now the German side of the fabric has become a military product, that is, from raw materials to finished products, from production to transportation to sales, all to be carried out under the command of the state, private individuals do not have the permission of the state is not able to produce, operate such goods, dare to do it, waiting for the gun.

So these cotton cloth is by no means worthless.

It is the general two ordinary people can not take it. Moreover, this is only cotton cloth, to become medical bandages or military uniforms, such products still need to be reprocessed.

Miss Zhu Er and Mr. Su glanced at each other, and without a care in the world, they wrote numbers after this one lot.

She already understood what Mr. Su meant.

Now that she understood, she must act as if she didn’t come to auction the grain.

It was an accident if it was auctioned, and it was normal if it wasn’t.

The cotton cloth used was also in kilograms, 6400 kilograms, and the price tag was also 8900 US dollars.

Zhu Yuyan thought about it and wrote a number 18888.

How auspicious ah.

It shouldn’t look like it’s seriously going to be auctioned, right?

Mr. John on the second floor quickly got two rounds of bidding, one look at the numbers written by the young man and woman was about to get angry, the secretary hurriedly advised him not to get angry, making money is important.

“These gentlemen and young masters are just here to have fun, not to mention they’re kind of relieving themselves aren’t they?” The secretary said.

John sighed, “Alas, it can’t be helped.”

Originally this batch of things had already found a buyer, but one couldn’t eat it, so he found a few more, but they didn’t all come tonight, some were temporarily absent, I don’t know if they were stumped by something or just didn’t intend to have it at all.

Like that corn and fabric were all additions, not really expected to make money. They were taking up storage for nothing, and he just wanted to get rid of them all sooner rather than later.

John looked at them, picked up the list of corn and said, “Sell this to them. Wait a little longer on the cotton.”

The secretary knew Mr. John was still hoping to make a little more with the cotton, and as for the corn, it would be nice to free up most of the depot as soon as possible.

Below, the fourth page of the auction began, and it was more exciting, too.

Although this page was also in four figures, what was delivered to Miss Zhu Er was not a corn fabric manual, but a land deed.

A land deed issued by the national government, and a land deed issued by the Qing government. It’s not surprising that there are two land deeds for one piece of land; there’s no more Qing, but after all, the Qing has just been finished for a few years yet, and in many places the National Government’s policies don’t work as well as those of the Qing – no one can expect a new government that’s just been established for a few years to be able to do better work than a mature government that’s already spent two hundred years in the field.

So that’s what many places are doing now, listening to the orders of the National Government while using the rules of the Qing.

It takes time to change.

If it’s not changed well, the people underneath won’t use it. Where it doesn’t work, you can’t blame people for using the old rules and not following the new ones.

Ms. Zhu had heard of many jokes made by the national government, all of which were caused by laws or policies or orders issued by them.

For example, in the past, the government stipulated that when merchants sold oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, they had to change the catty to the imperial system and use gallons, quarks and so on; when they sold fabrics, the width was usually one meter and five-sixths, and they had to buy as much as they needed for the length, and all of them had to be changed to the imperial system.

Businesses of all sizes had to change, making them miserable.

But Mrs. Zhang said, “No one uses it at all! I went to buy vinegar is to let him give me a urn, but also according to the original calculation, who cares about them.”

Originally, in order to keep up with international standards, all with the British system, but after a period of noise, the top and bottom of how it is still the same, the people do not care about this, and finally had to leave it alone.

Far from it.

Zhu Yuyan has not seen the land deed, very rare to see a while.

Qing land deed is very beautiful, very large, yellow paper, folded neatly, the cover is a red grid written in Chinese and Manchu two vertical bars: Qing land deed. One side and then attached a small article, should be handwritten the year, month and day, which is to say that this thing is which year, month and day issued.

Expand to see, the first page on the huge hydrography, that is, detailed maps, painted very beautiful! Where the location is, what type of ground it is, what the terrain is like, it’s all there, along with the scale, written right on it.

There is also the signature of the artist at the bottom. I wonder if this person was a minor official in the former Qing government? Was it a painter? Ms. Zhu Er floated the idea.

Turning back, it is the genealogy of this land, what family names live here, when they lived here, how many people now live here, what era was given by the emperor or bought by themselves, and so on. This article also has the author’s signature. Zhu Er Miss can’t help but think, this is also written by a petty official? Characters really good ah, written very simple and very clear, not a word of nonsense.

The third page is the official seal, and every page after that is an official seal, it seems that this land deed also has an annual review category?

The last seal is more awesome, stamped with a national government seal.

Ms. Zhu finished reading this land deed with the mood of admiring the antique, and then read the one issued by the national government, well, it was similar to this one – she suspected that it was copied from the previous one.

Then she returned the two land deeds.

The land, that was definitely not going to be auctioned.

Just an eye opener.

Zhu Er Miss took a sip of coffee, opened her fan and shook it.

But the next eleven lots in a row were all land deeds.

It’s creepy to watch.

Four, five, six, seven, four pages full of deeds.

She then remembered that the female classmate said it belonged to some merchant.

This wasn’t one merchant, this was all the merchants in a village, or a town, a family name, an area, right?

These merchants had to run for their lives for some reason, and gold and silver and jewelry could be taken and run with them, not the land, not the factories, not the foreign machines that were bought at high prices.

So all these things are here.

If the merchants had escaped unharmed, the things they had put in the bank vaults would have been a spark for the family, in the hope that they could rise again.

But now they were all auctioned off by the bank.

Zhu Yuyan leaned into Su Chunjun.

Su Chunjun wrapped his arms around her and asked softly, “Tired?”

She shook her head and covered her mouth with a fan, wanting to say, but not knowing what to say.

“A little.” That was all she finally said.

Just in her mind, she couldn’t help but imagine a place where many blocks of tall factories used to be built, maybe all along the river, maybe all of that area was covered in factories. All the villagers in the neighborhood went to work there, and even people from far away came to work there. The sound of the factory machines went on day and night.

But now, the sound of the machines is gone, the lights of the factories have gone out, and the workers who came to work here have to leave the factories.