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"Give me two as a souvenir after washing them out," Li Manjun said.

Wan Rongming agreed immediately, touched his red plum tea cup and couldn't put it down.

This time Li Manjun came down and made sixteen thousand yuan, plus three cups and a broken teapot.

"By the way, is this teapot really worthless?" Li Manjunhu asked.

She always felt that it was awkward to use it to arrange flowers like this.

Wan Rongming said that she was poor and had no possessions, so she could offer a piece of junk as a treasure. In fact, it was completely unnecessary.

"If you think these things are objects, then they are indeed objects. You can scald those cups with boiling water and use them as tea cups." Wan Rongming said seriously.

Li Manjun took his cup and said, "Goodbye!"

The treasures in her hands are not so many that Wan Rongming can use antiques as tea sets.

If one of them fell, her heart would bleed.

Wan Rongming laughed loudly, chased her out of the store and said, "Don't worry, I will contact you as soon as I have news."

Li Manjun didn't look back, and responded with a yes. The box she held in her hand contained more than 10,000 yuan in cash, as well as the treasure she had just received. She didn't dare to let anyone see it, and she had to pretend to be relaxed. It was really a test. Psychological quality.

Fortunately, once you get used to it, you will get used to it as you go.

Li Manjun took a taxi home directly and was influenced by Zhao Yong. Now when she has money, she doesn't want to deposit it in the bank. She always wants to take it home and put it in the cupboard.

Because it is very troublesome to go to the bank to withdraw money now. If the amount exceeds 10,000, you have to queue up and make an appointment. Unlike in later generations, you can withdraw money directly from the ATM.

For daily working capital, it is more convenient to keep it at home.

Li Manjun thought that when he changes his house, he must buy a heavy safe specifically to store these valuables.

Zhao Yong opened the door and saw that the lights were on in the living room but no one was there. He walked suspiciously into the rustling bedroom and saw Li Manjun holding a box and walking around the room.

"You're back? What are you doing?" Zhao Yong asked curiously.

Li Manjun searched for a long time but couldn't find a suitable place to hide his treasure. When Zhao Yong asked, he sat on the bed frustrated, "I want to hide something, but I don't think it's safe enough anywhere."

Zhao Yong thought it was something big, so he put down his handbag and reached for the box to help her hide it.

"Don't move!" Li Manjun nervously protected the box, while Zhao Yong was confused, "What is this, so precious?"

Li Manjun laughed again, put the box on the bed, and opened the cup inside for him to see.

When Zhao Yong took a look, he was afraid that his wife would think he didn't appreciate it, so he kept saying, "It's very good, it's very good."

"This thing is made of porcelain. It's better not to put it on the top of the cabinet." He walked around the room and pulled out an empty suitcase from under the bed. "Put it on the floor. We usually lock the door when we go out. , won’t be robbed.”

He often puts hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash into the wardrobe at home without incident.

Li Manjun carefully put the cup in the suitcase, pushed it under the bed, clapped her hands, walked out of the room and said to Zhao Yong, "I put some cash in the closet."

Zhao Yong nodded to show that he heard, "By the way, I took away 20,000 yuan this morning."

"Oh." When she just put the money, she discovered that there were originally 150,000 in cash, but when she went to put the money, there was only 130,000 left, and she guessed that Zhao Yong had taken the money.

Thinking that Zhao Yong was using the money for the company, Li Manjun didn't ask any questions and rolled up his sleeves to help with the dishes.

Zhao Yong waved his hand and pushed her away gently, "Go to the opposite door and ask Grandma Qiao to borrow a charcoal for burning. The water is very cold, so don't touch it."

Li Manjun stepped up and kissed him on the face, then took the charcoal basin to Granny Qiao to borrow charcoal.

Zhao Yong raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the home with warm light in front of him, feeling warm in his heart.

A week later, Li Manjun came home from get off work early as usual and found two more shopping bags on the sofa at home.

Since the price war with her rivals caused the store's business to halve, she and Yao Zhaowen often finished their work in the morning and had nothing to do the rest of the time, so they simply went home early to rest.

Perhaps due to the influence of the New Year culture, when the New Year is approaching, they don’t want to see any big changes. They hope to maintain the current trend and welcome the new weather in the coming year.

Coupled with the continued suppression by the other three recycling stations, Li Manjun simply devoted all his attention to studying and strived to graduate from technical secondary school as soon as possible.

Yao Zhaowen was inspired by her. After finishing his work every day, he also picked up an accounting book, hoping to get a certificate or something.

Because the boss said that as long as he can pass the accounting certificate, he will be allowed to work as an accountant and get a promotion and a salary increase.

If another boss said this, Yao Zhaowen would find it funny. Does this small recycling bin need an accountant?

But this was said by his manager Li, so he felt that she was serious.

There is no one at home. Zhao Yong hasn't gotten off work yet. Sometimes he needs to socialize and won't be back until ten o'clock.

Li Manjun put down her bag and picked up the phone to call Zhao Yong. Within two minutes of waiting, the other party called back.

"Did you bring back the shopping bag on the sofa?" Li Manjun asked doubtfully.

Zhao Yong said yes and asked her to open it and see if there was a surprise.

Li Manjun hung up the phone suspiciously and opened the shopping bag. Inside was a box with text in English and price pictures. It looked like a mobile phone.

Li Manjun opened the box and took a look. There was something like a black brick inside. It was heavy when picked up, probably about a pound smaller.

The contents of the two shopping bags were the same. Li Manjun took out the English version of the instruction manual inside. It was indeed a mobile phone, which was the mobile phone that was popular all over the world in the 1990s.

So, Zhao Yong took 20,000 yuan just to buy these two guys?

If you buy one and two, is it possible that she also has a share?

Li Manjun called Zhao Yong again. The other person guessed that she had seen the contents of the shopping bag and said with a smile:

"You choose the one you like. I'm paying the Internet fee now and I'll go home after that."

Li Manjun felt a little weird, so she took the black nugget and looked at it. She had no idea how to start after playing with smart phones, so she could only pick up the manual and read the instructions for use.

There is also a traditional Chinese translation on the instruction manual. Li Manjun looked at the Chinese translation and almost guessed where Zhao Yong got it.

Two days later, Mrs. Lin, who came back from the temple, organized a dinner and invited Mr. Qiu and his wife, Director Liang and his wife, and Mr. and Mrs. Lu Shengming.

When Li Manjun came to the private room and saw the black square placed in front of Mr. Qiu and Mr. Lin, he realized that Zhao Yong and the others had gone to Hong Kong to do wholesale business.

No wonder they only spent 10,000 yuan on a mobile phone in the mainland that can't even be bought for 20,000 yuan.

Neither Mr. Qiu nor Mr. Lin brought it to their wives, and Lu Shengming didn't participate in Big Brother Wholesale, so naturally he didn't.

Only Zhao Yong brought a phone to Li Manjun. As soon as she sat down, she instantly became the focus of the audience. Mrs. Qiu asked her to quickly take out the big brother and show it off.