Chapter 160 Those who are not greedy will not be deceived
Wei Jiaxian and Tan Min were driven out by Guan Dasheng and his mother.
"You are really just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. You want to steal our things without spending a penny? You are dreaming!"
Wei Jiaxian was pushed and shoved by the mother and daughter and had spit on his face, but he still insisted on writing a note and stuffing it into Guan Dasheng's trouser pocket.
"Here's my contact information. You can contact me if you've made up your mind. I only have 8,000 yuan."
"Go away with your eight thousand dollars!"
Guan Dasheng pushed Wei Jiaxian out of the door and slammed the gate shut.
After returning to the courtyard, Boss Guan was chatting and laughing with Guan Ciying.
"It's only now that I figured out why the other person who has been silent has such a righteous aura. Could they be from the museum?"
"It's almost the same. Anyway, they are all stubborn people in the unit. If the good stuff falls into their hands, it will be wasted."
Tan Min had the sharp aura of a soldier. The Guan brothers didn’t think much of it just now, but now they started to imagine it in their minds and naturally thought that Wei Jiaxian was some kind of researcher and Tan Min was a security guard for the restoration work.
"People like this come out to look for things on their own, aren't they afraid of being punished?"
"What punishment? It's not like the past two years. Whoever is hugging her belongs to her. Even a fool like this has come to his senses. The world has really changed!"
Everyone in the Guan family laughed at him, but they didn't know that after Wei Jiaxian left the Guan family, he quickly found a secluded place, took out paper and pen and started drawing.
All the patterns, branches, birds, and even some traces of wear and tear on the set of Ming Dynasty official kiln colorful flower and bird pots were accurately presented under his pen, without any deviation.
Tan Min looked at Wei Jiaxian in surprise, and the contempt and dissatisfaction in his heart had disappeared without a trace.
I was pushed and scolded just now, but I was able to avoid being spitted on by my agility. I thought I was really embarrassed,
But now it seems that is not the case.
"Brother-in-law, are you going to make a fake and exchange it for someone else's real thing?"
Wei Jiaxian remained silent until he finished drawing all the pictures, then he said, "I don't do that kind of thing."
"Then what are you doing? I've followed you and Lao Song for so long, and you thought I didn't know what was going on in the antique world?"
Wei Jiaxian did not answer Tan Min's words, but directly ordered: "I want to go to Dongshan Zibo City, book me the fastest train ticket."
"You still want to order me around? See what you can do."
Tan Min angrily cursed Wei Jiaxian, but still went to book a ticket for him immediately.
Capable people are always respected, and this time, they are just a part of the plan. If something goes wrong, wouldn't that Old Song laugh at them?
Tan Min dislikes Wei Jiaxian, but he is still his brother-in-law after all. It is Old Song who just can't stand him no matter how he looks at him!
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Guan Cihui chatted with her brother for a while, ate a bowl of salty noodles with soybean paste, and left Kitanijo alone.
Just as Guan Ciying had said, her son Guan Dacheng really settled down in Kitanijo, waiting to sell the antiques and divide the money before returning home.
Of course, this is what the brothers said to the public, the real situation! Guan Ciying was still a little alert, leaving one more person at home to take care of it, in case of any situation, he could also report the news or something.
Guan Cihui took a bus and went north for more than dozens of miles out of the city before arriving at Baishi Township where she settled.
When I got off the bus, I happened to see the Helan people who were collecting scrap.
A rickshaw, two donkeys, and a pile of broken furniture and old goods were their possessions and harvest.
According to Guan Cihui's understanding, these people are small fish and shrimps that cannot survive in the old city and are squeezed out by the big fish. They have to find some fish and insects to eat in this place full of dirt and rocks.
When they saw Guan Cihui getting off the car, the others greeted him in a familiar manner: "Uncle Guan, are you in town? What good things did you buy?"
Guan Cihui smiled and said, "I didn't buy anything. My son went to the city to work part-time, and I thought about joining him, but they thought I was too old and didn't want me. Hi, hi."
"They are blind. Uncle Guan is stronger than the young man! Besides, Uncle Guan, your ancestors must be from a wealthy family! Just throw something at us and it will be enough for others to work for three years!"
"How can there be so many good things? Haven't you seen my shabby place yet? I won't tell you anymore. I have to hurry home to eat. If I get home too late, my wife will have already washed the pot."
“Hahahaha~”
A few people who collected junk chatted with Guan Ciying for a while and watched him leave.
After Guan Cihui had gone far away, they murmured to each other, "We have to go to his house some other day. We earned 180 yuan from that snuff bottle, which is a good thing."
"If you ask me, we should go find that old man Song and learn more. We just had a drink with him and got this news, and we also made 180 yuan."
"Yes, yes, that old man is a capable man. The day before yesterday, I followed his method and really found the chair. I made 45 dollars by reselling it!"
"Fuck, you made forty-five bucks without telling us, you must treat us to a bowl of mutton soup at noon today."
"Two bowls of mutton soup is nothing. I'll give you two more steamed buns."
Several people were very happy to get to know an old man named Song, but they never expected that they had already been calculated by that guy named Song.
However, there were some unexpected things that Old Song had not expected.
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Wei Jiaxian took a train for more than ten hours and finally arrived in Zibo City. After leaving the train station, he took a bus and went south forty kilometers before arriving at an industrial area half-hidden in a valley.
This is Boshan District of Zibo City, one of the four major porcelain capitals of China. It not only has a long history and cultural heritage, but also has the largest ceramic factory in the world at that time.
However, in the following decades, the world's number one ceramic factory fell apart and scattered on the surrounding hills, splitting into hundreds of large and small porcelain kiln factories, silently guarding the ancient heritage.
It was not until the time of roasting in Zibo that this place became known to everyone. Whether it was ordinary household porcelain with good quality and low price, or fine gift porcelain worth thousands or tens of thousands, it made tourists exclaim in admiration.
According to some ceramic shop owners, all the stocks in the warehouse were sold out in just a few months, and the price of household tea sets has risen to 40 yuan per set, but customers don't even blink an eye. It only sold for 25 or 30 yuan before!
These honest people feel embarrassed when the price goes up by 15 yuan.
"Hello, where is Hua Minzhi?"
"Hello, may I ask?"
Wei Jiaxian smelled the strong smell of coking coal in the air and asked along the way. When it was almost dark, he finally found the person he was looking for in a dormitory of the ceramic factory.
"Uncle Hua, I'm Xiaoxian."
"You are Xiaoxian! Come in, come in, Juhua, my nephew is here, go buy half a pound of pork head meat."
"Sit down, I haven't seen you guys for years. The last time I saw you, you were not even as tall as the chair. I can't believe how you found me."
The man in his fifties stared at Wei Jiaxian for a long time before he excitedly led him into the house. He asked his wife to buy groceries and then busied himself with making tea.
"Before my father left, he left me your address, Uncle Hua. I asked along the way to find you."
"Your father is leaving. When did he leave?"
Hua Minzhi was stunned and almost dropped the teapot in his hand.
Wei Jiaxian said calmly: "My father passed away seven years ago. His old illness came back, so he didn't suffer much when he passed away."
“.”
"It's good that I didn't suffer, it's good that I didn't suffer!"
Hua Minzhi nodded, made tea for Wei Jiaxian, and his excited mood suddenly subsided.
Hua Minzhi's wife went out to buy groceries. The two looked at each other in silence. After a long time, Hua Minzhi asked, "How are you living now, Xiaoxian?
If you still can't find a job, I'll go to the factory and ask them to arrange a temporary job for you. I still have the face to do it."
Wei Jiaxian shook his head and said, "I am now going to the capital with Lao Song to do some of my old business."
"Old business? Lao Song? Is that Xiao Song, the owner of your pawn shop?"
Hua Minzhi was startled and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoxian, I admire Xiao Song's loyalty, but I despise his style. He stirs up trouble and attracts women. He is a troublemaker!"
Wei Jiaxian said nothing, took out the pattern of the tea set and five hundred yuan from his bag, and placed them on the table.
"Uncle Hua, I came here today to ask for a favor."
Hua Minzhi looked at Wei Jiaxian in surprise, then looked at the five hundred yuan on the table. After a long time, he picked up the drawing.
He just spread it out and took a look, and he understood everything.
"Xiaoxian, who are you trying to fool? Stop fooling around. Your family has been a single-line family for three generations. You can't get involved in this dirty water again!"
There was something wrong with Hua Minzhi's tone of voice, it was filled with a hint of fear and deep uneasiness.
But Wei Jiaxian didn't say anything, just stared at Hua Minzhi.
The two people looked at each other, and after a long time, Hua Minzhi finally saw the sparkling tears in Wei Jiaxian's eyes.
Hua Minzhi carefully put away the pattern and whispered, "Take the money back. You and I can decide on the color tomorrow. I'll give it to you in three days. But I still have to say that some grudges are better let go."
Wei Jiaxian lowered his head, shook his head, and whispered: "Thank you!"
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Beijing, Beiertiao Street Enamel Factory.
Guan Dasheng pushed his half-new bicycle and walked out of the factory gate with the crowd of people leaving get off work.
The employees who left work with him intentionally or unintentionally kept a distance from him, making Guan Dasheng seem somewhat "out of the ordinary".
The factory director was standing at the gate! Who would dare to get too close to a backward person who could only work ten days a month and spent the rest of his time either sick or playing dirty?
"Guan Dasheng, if you slack off like this again next month, I will fire you."
"Yes, I understand, Director."
Guan Dasheng responded verbally, but he didn't agree in his heart.
Just the day before yesterday, the group of antique dealers who always bowed to people came to the door again. Faced with the Guan family's father and son's "price increase" again, although they were furious, they did not overturn the table.
This aroused the greed of Guan Dasheng and his father. Even Guan Ciying, who was always calm, was unsure whether the set of colorful flower and bird pots was really worth 20,000 yuan.
Twenty thousand yuan!
[Fire me? If I had 20,000 yuan, I would be very angry with you! ]
Guan Dasheng was riding his bicycle leisurely towards home. As he was walking, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.
The one with a lame leg, yellow teeth, and riding a tricycle, isn’t he the powerful old man from Dongshan?
"Hi, old man."
Guan Dasheng parked his bicycle in front of Lao Song's tricycle.
"Hey, you are the guy from Kita-ni-jo, right?"
"Yes, that's me."
Guan Dasheng took out a cigarette box with a smile and handed a cigarette to Lao Song.
"It was all thanks to you, old man, that I lost a lot of money. I almost sold such a good thing for 60 yuan!"
Old Song took out a match and lit a cigarette for the two men, baring his yellow teeth and saying, "That's true. I look down on those swindlers. They want to take away good stuff worth hundreds of dollars for a hundred or eighty dollars."
"What do you mean by a few hundred yuan?" Guan Dasheng said to Lao Song proudly, "People are offering up to eight thousand yuan now."
"Eight thousand?"
Old Song looked at Guan Dasheng in shock. After a long while, he muttered, "That's not right! I saw an identical one in Panjiayuan yesterday. It only cost twelve thousand yuan."
"You are kidding, old man."
Guan Dasheng said with disdain: "How can two things be the same? The one in our house is an old item from the Ming Dynasty."
"Yes!" Old Song said confidently, "I looked carefully and the age, quality and origin are almost the same.
The set of pots in your house were made in batches according to the palace's drawings. They are indeed meticulous and fine, but they lack vitality and vigor. I think eight or nine hundred is not much."
"What nonsense are you talking about! I think you are a decent person, but you are still so arrogant when I give you a cigarette?"
Guan Dasheng snatched the cigarette from Lao Song's mouth, burning his hand without him noticing.
But his heart couldn't help but pound.
Because his uncle Guan Cihui and his father Guan Ciying had both said that the set of teapots in the family were indeed old things, but they were somewhat lacking in spirituality and were not top-notch products.
"If you don't believe me, just go to Panjiayuan and take a look! It's at the stall east of the big mound of earth."
"Just wait for me. If you cheat on me, I'll beat you up."
Guan Dasheng rode his bicycle and rushed towards Panjiayuan.
But he didn't notice that Old Song behind him showed an evil smile.
"If you are not greedy, who can deceive you?"
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(End of this chapter)
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