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Lao Cao laughed, "There are so many people who want to kill me, who are you? - to be honest, how does this woman taste like?"

Lin Yi: “…”

Seeing that Lin Yi seemed to be really angry, Lao Cao said seriously: "Okay, okay, don't mention it anymore. Oh, I can't even afford to joke."

"It's so late, why are you here?" Lin Yi asked him.

Then Lao Cao patted his big bald head and said, "Oh, I'm just joking with you, and I almost forgot the main topic. Do you still remember the boss Li who set up a book stall?"

"Which Boss Li?"

"It was just that you spent more than 200 yuan to buy a thread-bound book at his book stall, which indicated that it was engraved in the fifth year of the Republic of China. It was actually a photocopy copied in the 1990s, and it was only worth ten yuan..."

Lin Yi, I'm dizzy.

Lin Yi was just entering the industry for used books and had no special abilities. The first time he saved up frugality, he paid about 200 yuan and contributed it to Boss Li's bookstall. Unexpectedly, he even slapped him. Lin Yi usually didn't tell outsiders about this, and only Cao Yidao knew about it. Now he felt that telling this guy was a mistake.

"Ahem, this matter has passed. Why are you talking about it? Besides, Boss Li stopped selling used books? I heard that he was busy opening a cold skin shop."

"Your news is out of date. People have already re-entered the world and have set up stalls in the Temple of Fortune several times." Old Cao said with a smile, "But I just got the news that Boss Li has recently collected a lot of old books, all of which are good things. Many bookworms have gone to his house to pick up treasures. How about it, let's try it too?"

"It's so late, isn't it good?" Lin Yi looked at the sky.

"What's late? It's only eight o'clock---Besides, we're going to give him money. It's too late to welcome him, so how could he dislike him?"

Lao Cao's words aroused Lin Yi's "addiction to book hunting". He had no place to buy books these days, so he was not excited, and he felt even more uncomfortable when he heard that there were old books to buy, but it was still a lot of them, so he couldn't help but hesitate.

"Okay, let's go over and take a look; if others don't want to, we will retreat immediately." Lin Yi said.

"That's right! Taoshu is like fighting guerrilla warfare, circling and attacking and attacking points, the enemy advances and we retreat, the enemy retreats and we defend, and we strive for every inch of position---" Lao Cao was still talking.

Lin Yi took his wallet here and was ready, "Why aren't you leaving yet!"

"Don't worry, I'll help you clean up the food and this red wine at your table!" Old Cao's eyes were filled with excitement. After saying that, he raised his head and blew it down at the red wine bottle. The red wine flowed out along the corner of his mouth.

Lin Yi: “…”

...

Boss Li is originally named Li Zhiguo. He is 33 years old this year. He has been in the old book business for almost three years. He has a characteristic of selling books. If he thinks good books, he sells them all at high prices. If he thinks garbage, he will deal with them for three or five yuan. So what kind of books are good books? In Boss Li's dictionary, all books with traditional Chinese characters are good books, all books under the 1970s are good books, all books with thread-bound books are good books, and all books related to Mao are good books.

Because of this, few book friends can find a vacancy in Boss Li, because most good books are really within his scope. Of course, it would be fine if Boss Li sold books like this. Everyone made a living by their eyesight, but Boss Li also has a very inauthentic little problem. He likes to "falsify". It would be better to tear off the copyright pages of some new photocopy books and sell them as books of the Republic of China or old books, or tore off the exquisite illustrations in the old diary, and then sell them for three yuan a separate page. In addition, cut out some exquisite inserts about literary-ge in new magazines, and then clip them into the old version of literary-ge books, saying that this is an old painting, and it costs at least ten yuan a picture...

In short, Boss Li is a smart book dealer, but he is too smart, which makes him always lose money when buying books, which makes book friends complain. When he was about to attack him collectively, Boss Li changed his career to sell cold skin.

Unexpectedly, after he changed his career, people not only did not hold grudges, but began to miss him. After all, there are still some good books on his book stall. For those book fans who like to buy old books, as long as they have books, it is better than anything else. To put it nicely, this is called "can't change your habits", and to put it badly, it is called "being cheap".

But it is obvious that more than one person is as humble as Lin Yi and the others.

Because when Lin Yi and Lao Cao arrived at Boss Li's residence, three people had already arrived.


However, the boss didn't say anything, and these book fans could not be so rude, so everyone looked at Boss Li with extremely enthusiastic and anticipated eyes.

Boss Li stood in front of everyone like a general because he was too busy. He seemed to have just had a meal at this time. He held a big bowl of noodles in his hand, held a garlic clove in one hand, took a bite of garlic clove, and ate a few large bites of noodles. Then he spoke to everyone with a garlic smell. The content of the speech was how these books came about---

"That's right, my uncle fell down on the road in June this year. Because he had little contact with him, and his uncle was single and introverted, he never let anyone enter his house. So no one knew what his family was like. After his death, my second uncle was responsible for his funeral. In July, I met his second uncle. He complained about his deceased uncle's complaint that the uncle's house had piled up from the floor to the ceiling from the entrance, which caused him to clean it with his second aunt for 3 days and sold it to the old newspapers with more than 2,000 kilograms of broken books and newspapers, and 3 cents per kilogram of newspapers per kilogram, and a total of 680 yuan.

I asked him what old newspapers he sold, and he said they were all outdated and broken books before liberation, and there were many newspapers from the literary and cultural period. When I heard this, I felt like I was struck by lightning and was dumbfounded. I complained why I didn’t say anything and just treated it as waste. My second uncle smiled and said to me: Don’t worry, I know you like books, and I keep all the new books. I will deal with them after you go and choose them.

I immediately asked to go to my uncle's house to take a look. The house was still full of books, and the rest were indeed brand new books, many of which were from the 1970s, and I wrapped my book clothes and looked perfect. I flipped through them and finally found a pile of books on the Republic of China that my second uncle missed, and there were dozens of them. Damn, looking at these dozens of books that were missing, thinking about the 2,000 kilograms that were already missing, I really want to cry.

When asked why my uncle had so many old books, I heard a sad story. My uncle was an old professor at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. His biggest hobby in his life was to buy books. In the 1950s and 1960s, the Wenhui News of the Wenying Period, the People's Daily was neatly stacked according to the years. His father was also an old scholar, and all the books he passed away were left to his uncle. My uncle's grandfather was one of the four famous doctors in the county before liberation. The ancient books he left were line-bound medical books, medical records analysis, and traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions were also belonged to my uncle. I was nervous about asking my second uncle, which medical books and hand-copied prescriptions in the Qing Dynasty, wouldn't I sell them as rags? My second uncle said of course it was not sold, but that was the ancient books, and it had already donated them to the county archives. My heart hurt a little, but then I thought, donating them to the archives was better than selling them for rags.

I chose to pack ten boxes of books home for two days. I recently sold some, but they sold them for more than 3,000 yuan. Thinking about the more than 2,000 kilograms sold by my second uncle, my biggest regret is that I don’t know which ones my second uncle sold for all the 2,000 kilograms of good books in the Republic of China. If I hadn’t learned about this, I would have to go to the scrap station to search for them. Some time ago, I was still envious of those bosses who collected a lot of good books in the scrap station. I didn’t expect that our family would actually contribute 2,000 kilograms of books and articles of the Republic of China last month - Gebao. Everyone, are you sad about this story?”

Is this story sad or not? Lin Yi didn't know. He only knew that Boss Li held the big bowl and didn't eat and talk, which made them, the book fans, feel so painful that they were waiting. This was really "sad".

After finally waiting for the boss Li to finish the noodles, he saw that the three book friends had already done their legs and rushed up. Lin Yi observed that one of them even had a "blade" hidden in his hand. Needless to say, he cut the hemp rope directly after a while, and he thought that he had made a mistake in his heart, why did he forget this? You must know that three must have treasures for buying old books, namely blades for cutting hemp ropes, gloves for picking up old books, and dust-proof masks.

Lin Yi prepared the last two things, but forgot the most important point. The packed old books are often tied tightly and have no blades to help. It will definitely take a lot of time to untie them with bare hands.

But at this time, there was no time to think about this, because Boss Li had finished his meal, and wiped his big mouth with his sleeve, and said, "Fuck it---!"

Immediately, the three rushed towards the sacks filled with old books like super athletes--

The Taoshu war begins here!
Chapter completed!