The two chess players were terrible at playing chess, and both of them liked to regret their moves. The rules kept changing. The old man proposed one move, and Qiu Yuling added another, and they managed to get a draw, but both of them enjoyed themselves.
"After dinner, come with me to a place where I can buy some more things for that room."
While eating and chatting, Qiu Yuling roughly knew where they were going. As for second-hand furniture, there were most scrap collection stations.
Many evil gentry were overthrown and their houses were confiscated there.
Qiu Yuling naturally agreed.
The old man was from Laolan City and knew a lot about the ins and outs. He took Qiu Yuling through many twists and turns to get to the destination.
"Scrap purchasing and supply station?" The scrap stations in big cities all have high-end names, but Qiu Yuling really came here to do hard labor.
Based on her experience in her hometown, she felt that she would not be able to exchange for anything. After all, there is no shortage of people with discerning taste in every era. Those who already have valuable things naturally know their value.
As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, so if there's something good, shouldn't it be hidden? As for the things that were confiscated, there was definitely some exploitation, but it was still taken by those who saw it first. There really wasn't much left for her to take advantage of.
Chinese people especially love old things. Except for a few people whose family background is not good and who don’t know how to count and treat good things as junk, there are not that many old things that are actually circulated in the market.
Qiu Yuling had heard from colleagues in later generations that someone in her hometown used a Ru kiln as a pickle jar, and that there was a large chip on the glass of a painted cabinet from Qi...
The old man picked out a sturdy table with four legs and a chair with complete limbs, and planned to move them back to the small west room for his godgranddaughter to use for reading.
"Is there a treasure cabinet or something?" Don't get me wrong, it's not for storing treasures, Qiu Yuling is thinking of taking it back to make a cabinet for the old man.
Old man Li wanted to use it as a bookshelf for his godgranddaughter.
The two people have different goals, but their needs are the same.
"Really, there is. The quality is pretty good. It was delivered the other day. Mr. Li, please come with me and take a look first." Manager Zhang, who received them, had an old friend named Li.
Hearing this, he was very enthusiastic and led them back inside. "This back panel got loose when I was pulling it, and it's about to fall off. But it was added later, so it's not a big problem. We can use it when we get home without much trouble."
To say that the quality is good is an understatement. This Duobao Pavilion shelf is obviously a good thing. Both the grandfather and the grandfather think it is good. The old man wanted to pay for it, but Qiu Yuling stopped him.
When they were arguing just now, the old man insisted on putting it in the west room for her to use as a bookshelf, so how could she let others pay for it?
"Don't argue with me. Logically, I should be the one buying the house. You've already contributed enough to our expenses." Qiu Yuling insisted on paying the twelve dollars herself.
"Mr. Li, is this you?"
"My granddaughter is studying at a teachers' college. I've cleaned up a room for her so she can stay when she comes back during the holidays."
"Oh, oh, so we are from the same family. People who study are particular about things. Well, since we are educated, I have something else here. Can you take a look, my friend?"
There are regular employees in scrap yards these days, and many of them have gone on to work in museums. The reason I was able to ask her today was all thanks to Mr. Li's face.
Qiu Yuling loves money and also wants to get lucky. To be honest, her so-called windfall luck is not worthy of its reputation at all. She has lost everything of her own making.
However, a gentleman loves money and earns it in a proper way. Nowadays, everything he buys has to be registered and signed. She doesn't want to cause trouble for Old Man Li.
Then he looked at the old man first, and waited for him to speak, "Look at what I am doing, if there is anything you need, pick it yourself."
Only then did he dare to agree, "Thank you very much, Uncle Zhang, please show me around."
"I'm the only one on duty today, so I'll tell you what I like."
This statement was obvious enough. Qiu Yuling secretly twirled her fingers, feeling a little bit excited.
She took back what she had said about there being no chance of getting anything for free.
Because she was really shopping.
There are several small paintings of goddesses, birds and flowers, signed by Bai Shi!
To be honest, these paintings are not considered antiques at the moment. Apart from being well preserved, the staff at these scrap yards do not take them too seriously.
Before they were confiscated, Mr. Qi's paintings were sold in small art galleries, each for only twenty or thirty yuan. Later, they were sold at four yuan per square foot. When they were brought here, they were even less expensive.
A painting costs only three or five yuan. Even with this price, the people in charge quoted an inflated price, thinking that if it works, it works, and if it doesn't, they can just put it on the wall.
Qiu Yuling pinched her palms to make herself look calmer. "Uncle Zhang, do you have any more? Anything a little bit broken will do. I'm having a hard time learning art, so I want to collect more of these to cultivate myself and try to catch up."
"Yes, they are not worth much. They are estimated to be only one yuan a picture. If you want them, I can find you a few without any broken corners."
Qiu Yuling saw that it was Huang Binhong's "Huangshan Tangkou" and called it worthless? One yuan per painting?
The one with broken corner can also be collected.
Qiu Yuling brought out a bunch of items. Those that were originally going to be calculated by the square foot were now priced at one yuan and eighty cents each. Some were even priced at several yuan each. In short, they were really treated as junk.
She spent twenty-seven yuan on that pile of paintings. In the future, if she could sell just one, it would be worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of yuan.
"Is this pile of junk good enough to eat or drink?" The old man started complaining before he even left the scrap yard, making Manager Zhang feel a little embarrassed, as if he was fooling a little girl.
The more she asked, the more she was reluctant to take anything out. It was just a pile of junk that would only start a fire. But she insisted on paying a serious price to take it away, and no amount of persuasion could stop her.
"Don't say that, Uncle Gan. I asked for it myself. If you say anything more, Uncle Zhang will be wronged."
Manager Zhang smiled awkwardly. He originally wanted to say that since the little girl was so elegant, he could take these things in later and leave something for her. It would be good for both her and him.
Seeing Mr. Li's attitude, he dared not say anything.
Qiu Yuling blinked, intending to give a hint, but she didn't know if the person in charge understood her.
The two borrowed a cart from the scrap yard and carried the items back, unloading them into the yard. Qiu Yuling let the old man rest while she returned the cart.
"Come back soon, and stop messing around with those colorful pieces of paper. It's a waste of money. It's better to eat a few more bowls of braised pork."
Qiu Yuling agreed repeatedly, playing the game of pretending to obey while actually disobeying.
He pushed the cart into the yard and made clear the meaning of his winking just now.
Manager Zhang agreed. Although he charged by the length of the piece, he reported it by the kilogram. He made a lot of money from it. For such a person, not only could he not tell anyone about it in front of Mr. Li, he would not even say a word to his wife and children.
“放心吧，有这烂画，哦不，画作了，书籍啥的，我都给你单独放着，你有空就来一趟，也怕放久了，被别人淘换走。”怕她不来，自己挣不上这份外快。
“行，那谢您了，您歇着，我先回去啦。”
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