Chapter 271 The calligraphy and painting are in hand

"Sizzle, sizzle, it's spicy, but it tastes so delicious." Han Qiuyun was sweating as he ate, but for some reason, the hot pot tasted better and better the more he ate.

Especially the tripe. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be very delicious as it’s fishy and hard. But who would have thought that the taste would be immediately different after being dipped in the spicy pot.

"Yes, Dad, this hotpot is so delicious." Li Chengzhi also enjoyed it very much. This spicy hotpot paired with a bottle of ice-cold Arctic Ocean was so refreshing.

Li Chengqin nodded after taking a sip of Arctic Ocean. She also thought the hotpot tasted good. As for the little brat Li Chengkang, he was drinking water because of the spiciness.

Li Shengli smiled and nodded with satisfaction. It seems that hot pot still has a big market. He cannot run this big hotel by himself. A new high-rise building is being built not far from here. It is a real five-star hotel. It looks like it will be completed in two years. He cannot compete with such a high-end hotel.

He can only choose between a hot pot restaurant and a slightly better restaurant. Li Shengli is not sure what he wants to do. If it is an ordinary hot pot restaurant, then of course there is no problem, but this ordinary restaurant can never compare to Donglaishun, and Li Shengli is not sure whether people in this city are used to eating beef hot pot.

This beef hotpot is really flavorful. It didn't take long for the aroma of chili to spread throughout the courtyard. The traditional shabu-shabu in Sijiu City emphasizes freshness and tenderness. It tastes extremely tender when served with sesame paste and chives, but its taste is not as overbearing as that of the beef hotpot.

The overbearing spicy smell caused a sensation in the courtyard. Everyone in the courtyard had never smelled such a smell before. Even when Sha Zhu was cooking Sichuan cuisine, there was not so much chili pepper.

Since people like this beef hotpot, Li Shengli plans to turn the store into a hotpot restaurant if things really don't work out.

Amid the envy and jealousy in the courtyard, Li Shengli finally finished eating the beef hotpot.

Li Shengli, Han Qiuyun and three children patted their slightly bloated bellies and wiped their mouths with satisfaction. Li Shengli was relieved to see how satisfied they were. This beef hotpot still has some market.

I simply cleaned up and rinsed the dishes and chopsticks. It would be great if I had an induction cooker and a proper nine-square grid, then the beef hotpot would be authentic.

Li Shengli and his family fell into a deep sleep with the smell of hot pot filling the yard. Early the next morning, Li Shengli came to the History Museum. Li Shengli was worried about carrying a bag of money to the History Museum, and the people in the History Museum also wanted him to count how much money he had received.

"Director Wang, I'm here." Li Shengli went straight to Director Wang. No matter whether it was cash or anything else, Li Shengli handed it all to Director Wang in front of him.

"Master Li, you are finally here. How do we do this transaction?" Director Wang also understood that this was not a small amount of money.

"Let's go directly to the bank and count the money and bills in person. Then you can see the money and I will take the painting away." Li Shengli proposed a solution that both of them could accept.

Director Wang readily agreed, and the museum had someone in charge of security. In the morning, Director Wang and the museum's security department brought three people to the bank.

Li Shengli had already made an appointment at the bank. After the three of them entered the bank, the bank's president personally received them.

"Director Wang, please decide how much cash you want. The rest of the money can be transferred to the museum's account." Li Shengli took out his passbook.

Director Wang considered it and decided to withdraw 30,000 yuan in cash for the maintenance of the museum, and put the rest of the money in the museum's account.

Li Shengli didn't care, because after today, the money in his passbook would be almost gone. So, accompanied by Director Wang and the bank president, Li Shengli first transferred 80,000 yuan into the museum's public account, and then took out 30,000 yuan in cash and put it in a black handbag.

Thirty thousand yuan in cash is three thousand banknotes. The money counting machine worked quickly to count the money. All this was done in the presence of Director Wang and the head of the museum's security department.

Afterwards, Li Shengli handed the handbag containing the banknotes to Director Wang. Then, accompanied by Director Wang, he went to pick up the more than 4,000 pieces of calligraphy and paintings that he had purchased.

This transaction was a win-win situation for everyone. Director Wang got the maintenance fund for the museum that he needed, and Shengli got a batch of famous calligraphy and paintings that would allow him to live a worry-free life in the future.

"Director Wang, there are too many of these things. Can you send two people to help me send them back?" Li Shengli looked at the big box in front of him with some distress. It took two boxes to carry more than 4,000 pieces of calligraphy and paintings. They were so heavy that he could not move them by himself.

"No problem, Master Li." After solving part of the funding problem, Director Wang's smile became brighter than usual. Of course, he had no problem with such a small matter. Not only that, he also gave Li Shengli two boxes for logistics use. These boxes were not simple, as they were made of mahogany and could be considered a cultural relic.

"Chief Sun, please call four people to help Master Li deliver the things." Director Wang said happily to the head of the security department beside him.

Section Chief Sun of the Security Department nodded. He had a good impression of Li Shengli. With the money that Li Shengli used to buy calligraphy and paintings, their Security Department could also replace a batch of equipment.

Then Chief Sun of the Security Department selected two strong young men and asked them to work in pairs to carry the heavy wooden boxes and follow Li Shengli back to the courtyard.

Li Shengli led his men carrying the boxes and walked towards the courtyard. They were very eye-catching along the way. However, seeing that the man carrying the boxes was wearing the uniform of the security department and had a bulge around his waist as if there was something on it, the group of people just talked about it on the side.

They soon arrived at the courtyard. Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui were playing chess in the open space in the front yard in front of Li Shengli's house. As for why they didn't play in front of Yan Bugui's house, it was a simple reason. There were two temporary buildings in front of his house, so there was no empty space.

"Li Shengli, what are you doing?" Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but look at Li Shengli in confusion when he saw how ostentatious he was.

"Oh, Master Yi, I bought something." Li Shengli said lightly and then ignored the three curious old guys.

"This way, four comrades." Li Shengli motioned to the four comrades from the museum's security department to help him put the things into the ear room next to Yan Bugui's house in the front yard of his newly purchased courtyard house, which was the room next to the one he used as a kitchen. Li Shengli used it as his own warehouse.

After putting the things down, Li Shengli was very tactful and distributed cigarettes and the Beibingyang soda that he always had at home to several people. The four comrades chatted with Li Shengli, smoked cigarettes and drank soda before leaving the courtyard.

After the four comrades from the security department left, the three retired old men finally came to the door of Li Shengli's warehouse.

"Li Shengli, what did you buy?" Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong were choked by Li Shengli just now, and this time it was Yan Bugui who spoke.

"Well, it's really nothing. Not long ago, I found out that museums sell calligraphy and paintings. I thought that the walls of my house were empty, so I bought some calligraphy and paintings." This matter could not be hidden from the people in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)