Zhong Yuemin said with a dance, "It's a great joy. Our Zhong family's ancestral tomb must have smoke, so that this great joy can happen."

"Then say it, let your father be happy too."

Jiang Hua didn't say anything. Since Zhong Yuemin is so active, give him the opportunity to perform.

After getting Jiang Hua's approval, Zhong Yuemin said excitedly: "Brother Hua designed a engineer shovel and took it to the Red Star Rolling Factory for processing. His uncle was keen on it and took it to the scene at a glance. He just reported it to him. As a result, the General Staff and the Ministry of Industry agreed that it was a good thing, and had started mass production and were put into the army. The organization also claimed the merits of Brother Hua."

"Wow, this is really good news. Jiang Hua, Dad is really happy. You are only seventeen years old and can contribute to the country. I believe your own father and mother can also be comforted by the spirit of heaven."

Zhong Yuemin suddenly said in a low tone: "Dad, I forgot if you don't say it. Brother Hua is not surnamed Zhong, so it should be that his family's ancestral tomb is filled with smoke."

Jiang Hua smiled and said, "The family doesn't speak two families. My name is Jiang Hua, and I am also Zhong Shanyue's son."

Zhong Shanyue smiled and nodded: "I love to hear these words. If I, Zhong Shanyue, have a son like you, I will go to see my seniors now, which is also a kind of happiness."

Zhong Yuemin said with a chorus, "Yes, I've misunderstood my thoughts. Brother Hua and I are a family. Dad, do you know that Brother Hua's contribution is not the biggest good news."

Zhong Shanyueluo asked interestedly: "What else is there to be a happy event that is even bigger than this?"

Zhong Yuemin suddenly lowered his voice, looked around in reality, and then said: "The leader knows Brother Hua. He praised Brother Hua in person and wrote him a handwritten letter."

"Really, really?"

Even Zhong Shanyue, who is used to being bullets, cannot be calm. The leader’s handwritten letter, Zhong Shanyue has devoted his life to the organization, but has never obtained the leader’s calligraphy. It’s so great that his son is.

Jiang Hua took out a box from his bag, opened it and it was oiled paper on the left and right, and finally a layer of cotton cloth. After it was all uncovered, it was the leader’s handwritten letter.

Zhong Shanyue's hands trembled. He wanted to take the envelope several times, but he was afraid that his trembling hands would destroy the envelope. He endured it several times.

After a while, Zhong Shanyue calmed down and stopped trembling. Then he picked up the envelope, took out the letter paper, and finished reading the letter word by word.

"Okay, okay, okay, Huazi, the leader personally encourages you, you must be a person who is useful to the people, the country, and the organization."

Next, Zhong Shanyue was in a state of happiness as if he was confused. Even Zhong Yuemin didn't remember anything he said to him, and his smile never stopped.

No matter how excited he is, his life has to continue to live. However, no one trained Jiang Hua as a genius. Apart from the rewards from his superiors, the only thing that made Jiang Hua happier was his parents' work unit, who raised his living expenses by ten yuan. The main reason is that this child has a promising future and their security front is honored.

These days, because Zhong Yuemin didn't go out to wander around, Jiang Hua never saw Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong. Last time, Yuan Jun said he wanted to make money, but there was no further information.

Zhong Yuemin either reads books or practices martial arts every day. Since he decided to practice it, Zhong Yuemin began to learn free fighting with Jiang Hua. He has had the foundation of wrestling since he was a child. Jiang Hua taught him a few more joint skills. After practicing these days, he has achieved some success.

Zhong Yuemin stopped wandering, but Jiang Hua liked to go out for a walk, mainly because of treasures everywhere. He had been wandering in various commissioned shops and recycling stations and collected a lot of good things.

If you look down on someone and are valuable, you will deal with it to Mr. Men San. I don’t know where the old man got the money. Jiang Hua probably has channels to digest it, and he does not eat alone.

Today, Jiang Hua was preparing to go to the Xizhimen commissioned store, because this commissioned store is relatively large and has never been to visit it, so he probably will gain a lot.

As they were about to reach the door, they saw Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong coming out of the store, holding something in their hands, wrapped tightly in a bundle.

Yuan Jun kept cursing, as if he was blaming Zheng Tong. Zheng Tong was not a good person. The two of them were noisy, but they grabbed them tightly and refused to let go.

At this time, a middle-aged man in Zhongshan suit came up to make a fuss, and Zheng Tong handed over the bottle of the bag to the middle-aged man.

This guy looked at it over and over again, but didn't say anything, but asked Zheng Tong to shout for a price.

Zheng Tong gritted his teeth and stretched out three fingers. Before he could speak, suddenly a voice beside him shouted: "Five hundred."

The two parties were shocked and the man in Zhongshan was dissatisfied. He pointed at Jiang Hua and said, "Not like you, we are talking here. What's the matter with your cross-cutting? Do you understand the rules? I don't want it, so you can bid."

Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun called out Brother Hua in a regular manner, and the person on the other side then reacted: "Oh, you are together, can you bid on their behalf?"

Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun nodded at the same time. The man in Zhongshan dress picked up the bottle again and looked at it. Then he handed it over with regret and said, "Five hundred? It's a bit worthless."

Jiang Hua took the bottle and said, "Look, Chongzhen Official Kiln Yuhuchun, this quality is not worth more than 500 yuan. Besides, it will definitely increase a lot in a few years."

The man in Zhongshan dress said unhappily: "Then I have to take risks. There are many things that are casually placed now."

"The beans are still afraid of bean fishy. If you are afraid, you will still be wandering around outside the commissioned store with a bag. Wouldn't you just want to buy the bottom while the price is low?"

The man in Zhongshan knew that he had met his opponent, so he took the bottle from Zheng Tong and looked at it carefully.

"Four hundred."

Jiang Hua said without hesitation, "Four Hundred Nine."

"Four Hundred Three."

“Four Hundred and Eight.”

After a bargaining, the deal was finally 466. The man in Zhongshan stuffed the bottle into his bag, looked left and right and left hurriedly.

Yuan Jun excitedly counted the big black ten in his hand. He had never been exposed to so much money since he could remember, and adrenaline was now in a state of soaring.

Zheng Tong had no money, so he asked, "Brother Hua, what are you doing?"

Jiang Hua pointed to the man in Zhongshan who had left in a hurry and said, "I will do whatever he does."

Zheng Tong asked curiously: "Do you also accept these things?"

"Zheng Tong, you are also a scholar. It's not right to say this from the inside. Is it really abolished if the young generals say that they should be abolished? This is the crystallization of our flower-planting family's long history. It is art. It is many times taller than those old Western things."
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