If it were someone else, they would have asked for three yuan per kilogram. With more than 7,000 kilograms of manuscripts and documents, they could earn more than 7,000 yuan.
It’s a pity that once the old Xue family’s house is demolished, I don’t know when I will see him again.
In 1995, ordinary people could not afford beepers or mobile phones, as mobile phones were not everywhere in the future. Once the old Xue family was demolished, it would almost mean that they would not be able to see each other.
Unless you go looking for him on purpose. But Yang Jing didn't plan to have any more contact with Lao Xue. After all, his current appearance was very similar to his original appearance. To be on the safe side, it would be better not to have any contact with Lao Xue in the future.
After dealing with Lao Xue's affairs, Yang Jing found a deserted place and went back to the original time and space. In the evening, he called Wang Jiazan and took a taxi to drive the car back.
Around noon the next day, Yang Jing called Cai Yi and learned that he and Mr. Xiao had returned from Jinling, so he drove to the Palace Museum.
As the day of the apprenticeship ceremony is approaching, Yang Jing must meet with the four masters.
When Yang Jing rushed to the Palace Museum, Mr. Liu, Mr. Guo and Mr. Xiao were sitting in Cai Yi's office drinking tea.
Seeing Yang Jing carrying two black earthenware jars into the room, several old guys looked at Yang Jing with a smile, not concealing the appreciation and joy in their eyes at all.
"Hello, four teachers." As soon as he entered the door, Yang Jing bowed slightly and greeted them.
"Xiao Jing is here. Come on, come inside and sit down. Don't stand at the door. There are no messy things between us." Old Man Xiao said with a smile.
Mr. Liu and Mr. Guo both nodded slightly. Cai Yi pointed to an empty sofa, and Yang Jing walked over and sat down.
"Your second master and I went to Jinling for a meeting a few days ago, so you made a wasted trip. Well, this tea is really good, and it suits our taste." Cai Yi said with a smile. Since the four of them had decided to accept Yang Jing as their disciple, they had already discussed it among themselves that Yang Jing's name would be based on their ages.
The oldest among the four of them was Mr. Liu, so he naturally became the grand master. The next was Mr. Xiao, who naturally became the second master. Mr. Guo was third, and Cai Yi was the fourth master.
"As long as the four teachers like it, this is all my gift to you."
Old Guo was impatient. When he heard Yang Jing still addressing the four of them like that, he said with some regret: "I really hope that the apprenticeship ceremony will come soon, so that someone will call me Master instead of the title of Teacher that has calluses on my ears..."
Several old men nodded.
According to the rules, if Yang Jing did not kowtow to them, offer them tea, and pay homage to them, then Yang Jing could not call them "Master". This was a rule passed down in the industry for many years, and as seniors, they naturally could not take the lead in breaking this rule.
Yang Jing smiled and said, "Isn't it just a few days before I become your disciple? Don't worry, Mr. Guo. On that day, I promise that you will be able to drink the tea that I personally serve to you."
Mr. Liu suddenly sniffed twice and asked in confusion, "Xiao Jing, what did you bring? Why do I smell a scent of alcohol?"
Cai Yi also said: "I smelled it too, but I didn't dare to ask."
Yang Jing smiled and patted the two black clay pottery jars on the table, "Four teachers, these are some Erguotou old wines that I bought from Niulanshan Town two days ago..." Yang Jing told the four old men how he bought these old wines that day. Especially when they heard that this jar of wine was only 200,000 yuan, the four old men's eyes almost popped out.
"I knew it, Xiao Jing is the founder's biological son, so he can have such a good thing. We old guys have been in Yanjing for more than 40 years, right? Why can't we have such a good thing?" Old Man Xiao shook his head and looked helpless.
Mr. Guo is also a wine lover. Hearing that the two jars of wine in front of him were old wine brewed in 1952, how could he sit still?
"I say we shouldn't suffer here any more. Hurry up and go to Donglaishun. If there's anything, we can talk about it over the wine table."
The other three old men burst into laughter. Old Liu patted the armrest of the sofa and said, "Since Xiao Jing brought us good wine, we should at least give Xiao Jing some face! Let's go to Dong Lai Shun for lunch. I'll be the host, and no one can snatch it from me..."
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