"Wait a minute, after forty years, do you still remember so clearly? Because Gao Liang promised you two hundred yuan, you can remember him. I believe this, but a Ge Dianchen, after forty years, you can still remember this name - it's not me. Your memory is amazing..." Sun Desheng smiled, and then turned his eyes to Su Dagang. He continued, "And you, what did you do when you went to the train station last night?"

Su Dagang blinked and said, "Didn't you just give me five hundred yuan? You'll have to buy two packs of cigarettes. I have to find some ways to make money. I heard that I can earn money by going to the train station to carry a bag. I have to earn two dollars for myself to see a doctor..."

"No, I have saved all the money you cremated." Sun Desheng glanced at the old guy, turned his gaze back to the old man Han Dezhang's face, and continued, "I haven't said it yet, how can you remember his name is Ge Dianchen..."

After hesitating for a while, the old man still found a booklet with no cover in his arms. After opening the booklet, he pointed to a sentence above and said, "Leader, don't laugh at people from our small places. I was so poor at that time. As long as I came to the next level, I had to remember the word "what money is wrong."

Sun Desheng leaned over and took a look. It was written on it, saying that two people were asking for a ruler today, one of which was named Ge Dianchen. It was estimated that he would come back in a few days. It would take 500 to try it, and maybe 300 could be sold.

Han Dezhang explained: "That's the case. At that time, the son of the Wang family got married and asked me to cook in a greenhouse. He agreed to leave a table for me alone... It was too far away. My father was in charge of the house. He was a little confused. He was afraid that he would forget to remember it in the notebook. As a result, whether it was Gao Liang or Ge Dianchen, he never came back. The ruler was always left at my house. Isn't something wrong with the family? I really couldn't open it anymore, so I became the ruler and planned to exchange it for two dollars. I had thought about it before. But I couldn't bear to pay for the train ticket..."

Sun Desheng looked through the booklet again, and there were some notes about accounting, but he could not see any flaws.

But Fatty Sun couldn't trust his stepfather, and birds of a feather flocked to each other. What kind of friends could he make? Sun Desheng was planning to find someone who knew what he knew about the profession and took a look. It was a coincidence that Yang Xiao knocked in at this time and said, "Di Sheng. Director Wu wants to organize the warehouse, but I can't be able to do it alone. You have to ask Che Qianzi to help. They are all from their Wu family, and it's the best thing for him to go."

"I'll say this later. Lao Yang, you're here just right. I'll help you with your brother..." Sun Desheng pointed to the ruler on the table, looked at the old man Han Dezhang again, and then continued, "It looks like an old thing, but I can't eat it..."

Yang Xiao just took a look and nodded and said, "It's a serious thing, but it's not a good magic weapon. This is a measure of the Southern Song Dynasty. This thing was not popular in the late Yuan Dynasty. It's considered an antique, we don't need this here..."

"I understand. My buddy will say to Che Qianzi later, but it may not be certain whether he will go or not. My brother's temper is the same as his father..." Sun Desheng smiled and looked at Han Dechang strangely before sending Yang Xiao away. Then he said to the old man who was still a little embarrassed: "The things were left by our Gao Liangquchang. Now I will recycle them on behalf of the Poll Investigation Bureau. Back then he promised you two hundred, I will add two zeros to the back, twenty thousand..."

"The leader just now said it was an object from the Southern Song Dynasty, and it was less than 20,000..." Han Dezhang picked up the ruler and continued, "I made an agreement with Gao Liang again, and I sent it back now. But I helped you save it for forty years, so it's more than 20,000..."

"That's right. The storage fee for forty years is more than 20,000 yuan." Sun Desheng glanced at Su Dagang, who was winking at Han Dezhang, and said, "In this way, the annual storage fee is 10,000 yuan, plus the hard work fee of 100,000 yuan, plus 500,000 yuan. This is almost the same - Su Dagang, be honest!"

Han Dezhang had never seen much money. When he heard that there were 500,000 yuan, he nodded quickly and said, "Then I will suffer some losses. Who told me to be friends with Brother Su? But I want cash, take the money back and go back to make peace..."

These days, there are not many units that can immediately take out 500,000 cash, and the polling bureau does not have that much cash. At this moment, Sun Desheng immediately arranged for an accountant to go to the bank to show it. At this time, Han Dechang urinated and went to the bathroom. Taking advantage of this stall, Sun Desheng said to Su Dagang who was grinning in front of him: "How many can you smoke here?"

"All of you are friends, what can I do? I am the most loyal person..."

When Su Dagang was speaking, Sun Desheng's phone rang. After answering, Yang Xiao's voice sounded: "The person has something wrong. He sent a message in the toilet. The recipient is Shen Congwu from the processing office..."
Chapter completed!