Film and Television: Became a Godly Housekeeper from the Stubborn Owner of the Capital

　　I also thought that I had no hope. I hope that my two children will have a good time in the future to spend ten yuan bills. Well, it is best that both brothers can save ten thousand yuan and become a ten thousand yuan household.

　　This young waitress probably would not have imagined that in [-] to [-] years, the ten-million-dollar household would have been rotten on the street, and the life of ten-yuan bills is not only experienced by her sons, but she also danced in front of the old lady. When square dancers go to the supermarket to buy a roll of toilet paper, they have to hand over ten yuan bills.

　　The waiter took ten ten-yuan bills and went to the counter, came back shortly after, and handed the change to Zhang Ran: "Hello, comrade, the meal costs a total of seventy-eight yuan and sixty-five cents. You gave it to me. I have [-] yuan, I should find you [-] cents, this is change, you can take it!"

　　Zhang Ran took it with a smile, and when he turned around, Zhong Yuemin and Yuan Jun were still staring at him, wondering, "Eat, you are not hungry?"

　　"it is good!"

　　"Ran brother is open!"

　　"I've been swallowing just now!"

　　That boy Yuan Jun is shameless and skinless, a typical mother who has milk, but brother called him.

　　Then Zhong Yuemin, Zhang Haiyang and others picked up a knife and fork and dried it against the foie gras, canned beef, and butter grilled fish on the table.

　　After half an hour, the plates in front of everyone were emptied.

　　More than a dozen people felt their stomachs and burped, sighing with satisfaction.

　　Zhong Yuemin patted his stomach and said with a smile, "Belly, I finally gave you a treat today. Come, thank you Zhang Ran, and say hello to him!"

　　Yuan Jun wiped his oily mouth with a tablecloth, and sighed, "If I could eat this one meal... No, if I could eat one meal a month, I would also reduce my lifespan by ten years!"

　　Zhang Haiyang is still in power, but he can’t afford Lao Mo very often. Hearing this, he said with a smile: “Eat Yueyue is a luxury, let’s see which Yueyue can eat such good food! Damn, Lao Mo's food is delicious!"

　　Zhang Ran eats slowly. After experiencing the abundant material enjoyment of later generations, he is not thirsty for Lao Mo's Western food to the extent of these boys. He just thinks that the taste is really good, but that's all.

　　He put down his knife and fork, smiled and scolded at Zhang Zhongyuemin: "Say hello from your stomach, you think you have supernatural powers, don't you mean to say hello with a fart?"

　　He patted Yuan Jun's hat again, and said helplessly, "People want money, but you want to eat, but I didn't realize you are a foodie!"

　　Yuan Jun smiled bitterly: "The food in your belly, don't just remember what to eat!"

　　Zheng Tong pulled up and wrote: "So, it makes sense for the ancestors to say that Cang Lin knows the etiquette from the truth, and he can only think of him when his stomach is full!"

　　Zhang Ran thinks about it too. Clothing, food, housing and transportation are the most basic and most important needs of human beings. These two cannot be satisfied, and the others are indeed nonsense.

　　This is the most intuitive manifestation of human animality.

　　People take food as their heaven. People must fill their stomachs first. Only after filling their stomachs can they talk about survival, and after they survive, they can talk about other things.

　　Yuan Jun pouted and stabbed Zheng Tong habitually: "It's sour!"

　　Zhang Ran ignored them, but smiled at Zhang Haiyang: "Ocean, is your anger gone?"

　　Zhang Haiyang said: "It's gone early! I'm Zhang Haiyang, a man, but not the little girl with chicken intestines. Besides, please come down with your meal. I was angry and fed canned braised beef and creamy grilled fish. !Hahaha!"

　　"By the way, have you heard about it recently? A desperado called a little bastard popped up from the Xinjiekou generation. I heard that he was arrogant and arrogant! I heard that Li Yuanchao also noticed him. , plan to clean him up! Zhang Ran, Yuemin, will you go there?"

　　Zhong Yuemin looked at Zhang Ran subconsciously.

　　Zhang Ran is the leader of this part of them. He used to be vague, but now he has experienced the chat and the treat just now, and it is more clear.

　　Zhang Ran pondered: "I don't have this plan for the time being. If the little bastard doesn't take the initiative to provoke us, I won't have time to deal with him!"

　　Zhang Haiyang looked disappointed: "If you were here, with your skills, one person would be enough to subdue that desperado!"

　　Although Yuan Jun and Zhong Yuemin all wanted to participate in such major events, because eliminating violence and becoming a hero is exactly what they pursued at their age, so the sense of mission is particularly strong, and they are a little eager to try.

　　But since Zhang Ran had spoken, they had to suppress the impulse.

　　Yuan Jun muttered: "Zhang Ran, what are we doing these days? We have to find something to do, otherwise you will feel so boring!"

　　Zhang Ran smiled and said, "How about I take you to collect the rubbish?"

　　The plan to collect rubbish came into being as soon as he arrived in this world.

　　No one cares about antique calligraphy and painting in this special era. It is really the price of cabbage. Zhang Ran has hundreds of thousands of capital in his hand.

　　PS: Ask for flowers, brothers!oooooooo!Spread a wave!Three grams of oil Ali Gado Smecta! .

Chapter 15

　　It is no exaggeration to say that the antique calligraphy and painting of this era are cabbage prices.

　　Now is the era of class struggle. Many high-ranking bigwigs have been sent to farms to raise pigs. The situation at home has plummeted. Sell.

　　What's more, these years have been against the cultivation of capitalism, the capitalist petty bourgeoisie sentiment is unacceptable, and feudalism is about to be eliminated, and antique calligraphy and painting are both handed down from ancient times and often related to culture, so naturally they are both sealed and capitalized.

　　Some literati with poor family members are eager to get rid of these things as soon as possible. Keeping antique calligraphy and paintings is a ticking time bomb.

　　As far as Zhang Ran knew, a certain uncle Ma surnamed Ma was a collector of junk in a special period. Decades later, he directly used this thing to set up a private collection.

　　What Zhang Ran has to do now is to steal Uncle Ma's business and cut off Hu.

　　Zhong Yuemin, Yuan Jun, Zhang Haiyang, Zheng Tong and others knew what Zhang Ran meant when they heard that he was going to collect the rubbish, and they were immediately stunned.

　　"What? What are you doing?" Yuan Jun's ancestral home is in the Northeast, and the Northeast dialect he learned in his hometown when he was a child came out in a hurry.

　　Zhang Ran smiled and said, "Collect the junk!"

　　Zhong Yuemin is a relatively rational person. After the initial confusion, he quickly calmed down and just asked in confusion: "How did you think of doing this?"

　　When he thought about it, Zhang Ran probably didn't make a nonsensical decision with a slap of his head. He must have his own intentions.

　　Zhang Ran said as a matter of course: "Make money! These worthless things will definitely be valuable in the future! How about it? Do you want to do it together?"

　　Yuan Jun was so frightened that he quickly shook his head: "Zhang Ran, please forgive me, I won't go, it would be a shame to collect the junk!"

　　Most of the others also hold similar ideas to Yuan Jun.

　　Young people push a car to collect junk, which is completely inconsistent with the definition of great things in their hearts. Young people should instruct Jiangshan to scold Fang Qiu’s dung. Back then, if the junk was collected, even the old man could not be photographed.

　　Zhong Yuemin also shook his head and frowned: "I don't think I'm losing my share. What I do is a personal experience. It should be interesting to think about it. I'm just pessimistic about the future value of these things! But if you need someone If you can help with the cart, buddy can help!"

　　"What about you, Zheng Tong?" This was an opportunity to make a fortune. With brotherly loyalty, Zhang Ran felt the need to inform them.

　　Zheng Tong thought for a while and shook his head: "I know what you want to collect, it will definitely not be cotton wool dusters, I can't say what the prospects of these things are, but our family has already been called stinky intellectuals, where am I? Dare to dip these things again, and I can't eat enough to eat, how can I have that spare money!"

　　Without waiting for Zhang Ran to ask, Zhang Haiyang spread his hands and said, "I definitely can't do it, my old man knows that he will kill me!"

　　Zhang Ran shook his head: "You guys don't even know what kind of riches you missed. When I make a fortune in the future, you will regret it!"

　　As a friend, he pointed the way, but if they didn't go, he couldn't force them!

　　Just do your best!

　　Of course, in terms of selfishness, without competing to do this alone, of course, he can find more things, can point out this way, and is willing to give up his huge interests, he can already do it.

　　At most, I will try my best to help these boys in the future.

　　After leaving Lao Mo, after Zhang Ran and Zhang Haiyang and their stubborn bosses separated, Zhong Yuemin, Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong and Ning Xiong went to Zhang Ran's house to sit for a while, and then went home.

　　When he left, Zhang Ran looked at Ning Xiong for a while, then hesitated and said, "Educate your brother more when you go back, and let him not be so impulsive!"

　　Because in the original plot, Ning Xiong's younger brother, Ning Wei, became a cold-blooded killer in the end because of various practical coincidences, and the ending was to shoot himself.

　　Hearing this, Ning Xiong was a little worried: "Zhang Ran, that stinky boy Ning Wei offended you, right? If so, I'll tie him up and apologize to you immediately!"

　　He said that he was not just talking about being kidnapped. If his brother really offended Zhang Ran, he must show sincerity to resolve it, because Zhang Ran is the leader of their group, and if he offends him, his brother will definitely be punished by this group The children are isolated.

　　And the people in their circle are not suitable for ordinary Hutong children, and they are unwilling to go to the company of Hutong children.

　　Yuan Jun pouted and said, "Zhang Ran, say something, I'll clean up that kid Ning Wei for you!"

　　Zhang Ran realized that everyone had misunderstood, and quickly said with a smile: "Nothing, I just think your brother is a little impulsive and introverted, so I ask you to enlighten me if you have nothing to do, this is for his future!"

　　Then he glared at Yuan Jun again: "Don't think about fighting if you have nothing to do!" Of course, he also knew that Yuan Jun was thinking of him before he said that.

　　Ning Xiong breathed a sigh of relief and left with Yuan Jun and the others.

　　After everyone left, Zhang Ran rode out the door on the [-]th bar, went directly outside to get a tricycle, and then exchanged [-] yuan in cash from the system and various other items worth [-] yuan. Cloth tickets meat tickets and other small tickets.

　　The next day, he put up a sign on the front of the car with a high price for recycling waste and went out.

　　Today's goal is to collect a few of his blue-and-white porcelain and jade fingers, Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting, and Zhang Ran is very happy. .

Chapter 16

　　To be honest, Zhang Ran had never done such a thing before, and he felt a little ashamed in his heart.

　　But thinking of the huge benefits contained in it, no matter how big the discomfort is, you have to endure it.

　　Economists say that when the rate of return of something reaches [-]%, people can abandon dignity, morality, law, family and other things to pursue at any cost.

　　What Zhang Ran is doing now is that the rate of return is more than [-] percent, which is tens of millions of percent.

　　He rode his bicycle to run to the urban areas where the intellectuals, professors and other cultural people live together.

　　Zhang Ran was standing on a street corner at this time, thinking about whether to call out a voice to collect waste, and what tone and dialect to use to call this voice, when suddenly a middle-aged man in front of him called him: "Young man, can you collect old books? ?"

　　Zhang Ran looked at it, and his heart moved. The other party was wearing glasses, and his temperament was gentle and elegant. At first glance, he was a learned man.

　　"Come on, this is what we do for a living. By the way, sir, what books do you have?"

　　The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the words, and smiled bitterly: "It's been a long time since I heard the title sir!"

　　"You look like a scholar and professor full of poetry and books. It's definitely right to call you Mr.!" Zhang Ran complimented with a smile.

　　In the past, Mr. was not the kind of bad street name that everyone could afford. It was a respectful name for a cultural person or a pioneer explorer in a certain field.

　　Just like Ms. Qing Ling, one of the three sisters of the Song family, many newspapers do not call her a lady, but a gentleman.

　　"The young man looks dignified, how can he do this for a living? Don't young people as big as you now pretend to be stubborn and think about fighting for the liberation of the people of the world all day?"

　　Zhang Ran sighed a few times and lied: "There is no way, I have to make money, and there are younger brothers and sisters at home to support!"

　　"The children of the poor are in charge! You have younger brothers and sisters to support, so why don't I have a few mouths waiting to eat, but I have no money and no tickets. I came out and went around, but I still can't think of a way! Let's go, go to my house to see Look, I have no choice but to sell my pile of books, which are the cultural essence of our ancestors for thousands of years, and are very precious. I didn’t expect that one day they would be disposed of like waste! It’s a sin!”

　　Zhang Ran was pushing the car and talking with the middle-aged man, while following the middle-aged man to his house.

　　After arriving at the middle-aged man's house, Zhang Ran parked his car outside the door and followed the middle-aged man to the house.

　　There are four people in the middle-aged family. In addition to his wife, a woman in her forties who also looks like a literate person, there are also a pair of children.

　　The middle-aged man asked Zhang Ran to wait in the living room. He went to the study for a while, and after half an hour, he came out with two piles of yellowed books.

　　Zhang Ran squatted down and probably flipped through these books, such as the Tang Sanzang's poetry and verses, the Qing Ping Shan Tang script, Wei Zhongxian's scolding books, um, and the story of Ximen Daguan and Pan Jinlian in this thread, other than that In addition, there are many manuscripts from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. In short, things are very complicated, and there are many very precious orphans.