Yao Yilei calmly said to the furniture seller: "I'm a woman and don't have such foreign things on me.
Otherwise, help me move these furniture to No. 17 Dongwenchang Hutong first, and I will pay you later."
She behaved like a young lady from a wealthy family, so others naturally believed her.
She found a group of coolies and a few mule carts to transport the furniture to Chen's house.
These red sandalwood furniture were really genuine, and it took four people to carry four cabinets.
Damn, that wood is really solid.
After it was shipped to the house, Yao Yilei first took ten yuan to send the coolie who moved the furniture, and then said to the seller: "I'm really sorry, my husband works at the War Department and hasn't come back yet.
When he comes back in the evening, I will ask him to write a check.
I'll send it to you early tomorrow morning."
Seeing that their house was spacious and spacious, and hearing that the man of the house had a decent job in the Army Department, the seller naturally said with a smile: "Don't panic, don't panic."
After the seller left, Yao Yilei jumped up and said to Ah Fu: "Drive to Liulichang."
Liulichang is a place that specializes in selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and there are also shops that collect old furniture.
Yao Yilei rushed there quickly and called a shopkeeper who specialized in red sandalwood furniture business to come back and show him the furniture that had just been collected.
The shopkeeper was very knowledgeable. , eyes were extremely vicious, and without saying a word, he held out two fingers: "Two thousand oceans, I'll take it."
"Deal" Yao Yilei is also a cheerful person.
She immediately sent someone to load the furniture and transported it to Liulichang.
She took the shopkeeper's two thousand yuan in bank notes and used one thousand yuan to buy another set of rosewood furniture.
The remaining The one thousand yuan was immediately delivered to the seller and the receipt was obtained.
After the seller collected the money, he rushed to Yao's mansion and handed the banknote to Yao Qizhen.
Mr.
Yao was slightly surprised: "It was paid off so quickly."
"That's right, Miss, I'm not ambiguous, one thousand yuan is absolutely nothing."
The seller nodded and bowed.
"As long as it's done," Yao Qizhen said.
"That's it.
The things you always told us must be done properly."
The seller was a bannerman in his forties, and his Beijing dialect was as smooth as if he had been smeared with sesame oil.
Yao Qizhen gave him fifty yuan and sent it away.
After a while, the phone on the table rang.
It was a call from a shop selling red sandalwood furniture in Liulichang.
The shopkeeper had done business with him several times and was quite happy.
Ripe.
"Mr.
Yao, I have collected another set of red sandalwood here.
The quality is as good as the one you bought yesterday.
Why don't you come and take a look again?"
"Oh, thank you, let's talk about it later."
Yao Qizhen put down the phone and continued to be busy with his work.
Suddenly he raised his head and laughed, and then shook his head helplessly.
He finally came to his senses.
His daughter's business was really beautiful.
He changed hands.
So he vacated the furniture that he had half sold and half given to her as a subsidy.
Hey, she is his daughter after all, and she is not inferior to her father when it comes to speculation.
Department of the Army, General Affairs Department, Chen Zikun received an "express mail" from Shanghai.
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The envelope contained a replacement diploma from St.
John's University.
Jian Bing's work efficiency was staggering.
Chen Zikun had all the things he needed, but there was still a note in the envelope with four beautiful small characters on it.
"I want to go north."
Chen Zikun had a headache, and Jian Bing couldn't wait any longer.
He wanted to come to Beijing to see him.
Neither woman was a fuel-efficient person, so what should they do?
There must be a way before the car reaches the mountain.
Regardless of all that, Chen Zikun took his academic certificate to the Military Scale Department to reclassify his military rank.
According to the relevant regulations of the Ministry of War, the standard military rank for those with a college degree should be major.
His lieutenant was obviously biased.
Low.
However, after receiving the graduation certificate, the bureaucrats of the Military Hengsi Department still hesitated, saying that there was no provision in the regulations regarding whether a lost and reissued diploma could be used as a standard for military rank in Quanxu, and that they had to report to their superiors to study and make a decision.
Chen Zikun knew this.
It was Jin Yongyan who deliberately gave him small shoes to wear.
He did not embarrass these officers and left with a calm smile.
Just when he was getting off work at noon, Chen Zikun came to the entrance of the Army Department.
Jin Yongyan's Pontiac was parked in the yard.
A young driver was whistling and cleaning the car with a chamois leather.
When he saw Chen Zikun, he looked up and down.
After a while, he finally stopped at his lieutenant's epaulettes and snorted disdainfully.
If Chen Zikun's previous temper was different, he would have gone up to beat people up a long time ago, but now he doesn't bother to vent his anger with a little rickshaw driver.
Anyway, his future is not in the hands of Deputy Chief Jin.
These small tricks are not enough.
Just increase your laughter.
After leaving Iron Lion Alley, Chen Zikun suddenly thought that today is May 7th, the anniversary of the national humiliation when Yuan Shikai signed the 21 traitorous laws.
The newspaper a few days ago said that there will be a student parade on Chang'an Street today to commemorate it.
It was another parade, and Chen Zikun couldn't help but miss the May Fourth Movement in the eight years of the Republic of China.
If it hadn't been for that chaotic situation, his life would have been on a different track.
However, after four years of going around in circles, he passed by.
Yao Yilei, who had passed away, returned to her again, which makes people lament that fate has played a trick on people.
Almost subconsciously, Chen Zikun hailed a rickshaw and headed straight for Chang'an Avenue.
The driver was running very fast when he suddenly heard a rapid sound of a horn behind him and hurried to avoid it.
Then he saw the familiar Pontiac car roaring by.
Go, there is a general sitting in the back seat of the car, it is Army Deputy Secretary Jin Yongyan.
The front wheel of the car was pressed into a puddle, and the splashed muddy water stained the driver's brand new trousers.
"Good job," the coachman cursed in a low voice.
He suddenly realized that the person he was pulling in the car was also an officer.
He quickly kept silent and glanced behind him.
Chen Zikun didn't seem to hear him.
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and screams were heard at the intersection ahead.
The driver pulled the rickshaw and ran over to take a look.
He saw a motorcycle spinning with two wheels upturned.
Two young people fell on the ground, with blood on their heads and faces.
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Not far away, Ponti A car was lying on the road.
The driver got out of the car and hurriedly checked whether there were any dents on the front of the car.
After finding that there was nothing serious, he got in and started to leave.
"Don't leave!"
Chen Zikun shouted, jumped out of the foreign car, and stopped in front of the car.
"You're fucking drunk," the driver honked his horn fiercely.
Chen Zikun remained unmoved and blocked the car like an iron tower.
More and more passers-by gathered around him, and the crowd gradually became swamped.
"What's going on?"
Deputy Commander Jin, who was sitting in the back seat, impatiently took out his gold pocket watch and looked at it.
The Prime Minister and Chief of the Army urgently summoned him to discuss important military matters, but he did not dare to slack off.
As for the collision on the road, Killing a few people is a trivial matter.
As for who stopped his car, Deputy Commander Jin knew very well, but the Deputy Commander could not let down his arrogance.
Even if he knew it was Chen Zikun, he still had to ask, this is called Pu'er.
"To tell you, there was a blind man who stopped our car.
It looks like he is a soldier."
The driver replied.
He also deliberately pretended not to recognize Chen Zikun.
He kept pumping the accelerator under his feet.
As long as Jin Cichang said a word If so, he would really dare to kill this blind boy.
He dared, but Jin Yongyan didn't dare.
After all, the person standing behind Chen Zikun was Wu Peifu.
If it weren't for the fact that Chen Zikun dared to beat his beloved son in the street, he would not deliberately give Chen Zikun shoes to wear.
"Let him get out of the way.
I have something important to do and I can't delay it."
Jin Yongyan took out his pocket watch again and looked at it.
"Get out of the way, or I'll hit you to death."
The driver stuck his head out and yelled at Chen Zikun.
His arrogance angered the passers-by, and even more annoyed Chen Zikun.
He stepped forward and stretched his arm through the window to grab the driver. collar.
The driver was furious: "How dare you know whose car this is?"
"No matter whose car it is, if you hit someone, don't even think about leaving."
Chen Zikun pulled him out of the car and pushed him to the ground.
The driver wanted to get up to resist, but he was surrounded by passers-by, who all accused him: "Rampage." , I bumped into someone and still wanted to leave, is there any other way?"
Facing the turbulent public opinion, the driver was speechless and could only stare at Chen Zikun bitterly.
In the car, Deputy Chief Jin was on pins and needles, but with so many angry passers-by outside, he did not dare to get out of the car rashly.
Chen Zikun was so happy.
Deputy Chief Jin's car hit someone.
This was a God-given opportunity.
He had to use this incident to make Ya Ting stink.
Suddenly I heard someone shouting next to me: "Oh, this guy seems to be dying."
Chen Zikun turned around to look, and all the gloating in his heart suddenly disappeared, because he knew both of those two people.
The one who was crushed under the motorcycle was Liang Sicheng, the eldest son of his mentor Liang Qichao, and the other was Sicheng's younger brother Siyong.
"Hurry and save people."
Chen Zikun hurriedly stepped forward to lift the motorcycle and carefully took out Liang Sicheng, who was covered in blood.
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Liang Siyong's injury was obviously lighter and he was already limping up.
He asked with a sad face: "Brother, what's wrong?"
"It's ready" Chen Zikun put his finger on the main artery of Liang Sicheng's neck and tried it, and said: "He's not dead.
Send him to the hospital quickly."
Liang Sicheng was holding the dying Liang Sicheng and was about to put him in the car, but he never thought that the driver had already gotten up from the ground, got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away.
Chen Zikun was extremely angry at Jin Yongyan's shamelessness and cold-bloodedness, but at this moment, he could only give priority to saving people.
It was very close to Liang's house, and Chen Zikun didn't care about Jin Yongyan anymore.
He carried Liang Sicheng and walked towards Liang's house.
Siyong followed behind in shock.
After a while, he arrived in front of the door.
The concierge saw the eldest young master covered in blood and being raped.
Bring him in and quickly report to the master and his wife, not to mention rescuing the wounded.
Jin Yongyan's car had just driven out a few dozen meters away when a siren sounded in the distance.
After hearing the news, the patrolman in the police box on the roadside came over, stopped the car, stepped forward and saluted, the man on duty on the road, this There is still a price to pay.
The car is either rich or expensive, and it is definitely not a role that a small patrol officer like me can afford to offend.
Jin Yongyan still didn't get out of the car, he just rolled down the window, dropped a business card, continued to sit upright, and shouted: "Drive."
The driver's car sped away.
The patrolman still stood at attention and saluted.
He waited until the car was far away before picking up the business card from the ground, dusting it off, and exclaimed in surprise: "My mother, she is a deputy commander":