Under the Zhengyangmen: The opening system let me collect the trash

"Come in, boy!"

Not long after the words were finished, authentic Beijing dialect rang out in the courtyard.

"Come on!
As soon as Han Chunming came to the courtyard, he saw the old man who was over half a year old with a slightly white bun standing under the eaves, staring intently at the bird in the cage with his hands behind his back.

"Grandpa, why can't this parrot talk?" The uncle stared at it for a long time and still couldn't see the result, so he lit a cigarette inexplicably, and said depressedly.

It was only then that Han Chunming noticed that there was a bottle of white wine and a half box of Zhongnanhai on the small table next to the uncle.

While smoking a cigarette, the uncle scratched his freshly permed hair. He still couldn't figure out why the parrot he bought couldn't talk after being taught for so long.

Anyone who knows this uncle knows that smoking, drinking and drinking have become his three major hobbies.

"Grandpa, is your bird sick?" Han Chunming walked over, and instead of directly asking about the courtyard house, he chatted about the bird as he liked.

"I don't know." The uncle frowned, very depressed: "It's better to raise horses. I know horses, but I don't know much about birds."

"By the way, do you just want to buy the guy from our courtyard house?" The uncle turned his head to look at Han Chunming, then changed the subject and asked.

"Yes, I grew up in the courtyard since I was a child, and I really want to have a courtyard of my own." Han Chunming said with a sincere expression.

After another puff of the cigarette, the uncle pressed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray next to it to extinguish it. After two puffs of smoke came out from his nostrils, he made a gesture of invitation: "Okay, let's go in and talk."

Before entering the house, Han Chunming glanced at the bird in the cage again.

"Cylindrical, made of bamboo silk and firewood, the bottom is made of solid wood, with four short feet underneath, a gourd-shaped handle on the top, and a metal hook with embossed murderer patterns on the front.

Han Chunming glanced at this seemingly ordinary birdcage, and the contents of the lecture given by Mr. Guan to him instantly appeared in his mind.

About the birdcage, Mr. Guan spent a lot of time talking to him for several days.

In addition, Han Chunming has a super-photographic memory, so he recognized it as a birdcage from the Qing Dynasty at a glance!
After a faint smile, Han Chunming turned his head and walked in without changing his expression.

"Are you really interested in buying it?" After entering the door and sitting on the chair, the uncle skillfully picked up a fan next to it, and spread it out with a "crush", fanning the wind.

"I really mean it!" Han Chunming nodded sincerely.

As he said that, he subconsciously glanced at the furniture in the room, all modern furniture without any bright spots, and there were obvious white marks on the wall. It was obvious that there were many paintings hanging in this room, but they had been removed.

In the end, Han Chunming glanced at the folding fan with no pattern on the paper in the uncle's hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Although these few glances were detailed, they only happened in an instant, and outsiders would not be able to find the clues even if they looked closely.

"To tell you the truth, I used to work in this house for others. The old man passed away a few years ago. His son moved the furniture away and left the house for me to take care of."

"The first door is the living room, for entertaining people."

"The second entrance is the study room, for reading."

"The third entrance is the bedroom, and the fourth entrance has been changed into a small garden."

"I like to play and don't like to stay here all the time, so I want to sell the house for a few dollars and go to my son abroad. He bought me a small manor and got me a few ponies. I'm going to enjoy the rest of my life."

The uncle smoked a cigarette and briefly talked about the origin of the house.

Hearing this, Han Chunming nodded and probably understood the ins and outs of the house.

It should be an old connoisseur before this.

No wonder the furniture in the house had been replaced with new ones, and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls were probably taken away as well.

And that birdcage probably slipped through the net.

This uncle is probably also a layman. He likes to play, but he doesn't know much about these old objects.

"The price is thirty thousand."

"If you like it, let's be refreshed. If you don't like it, you can stay and have a meal and drink tea before leaving." With a puff of smoke slowly exhaled, the uncle said the price of the house.

This courtyard house with four entrances has at least a thousand square meters. Although 3 yuan is not a lot now, it is definitely worth the money.

"Sir, I'll give you [-] yuan for a buyout price. You can keep this furniture. You can't take it with you. Just keep it for me."

"What do you think?" Han Chunming said with a smile.

"The chair, the table, the teacup, the fan in your hand and the birdcage outside the door are all reserved for me. You can go abroad directly by plane."

Do you think it works? "Han Chunming added.

The uncle glanced around the room and began to think.

"Anyway, most of the things in the house have been replaced with new ones, and all the valuables have been taken away, so it's okay to give it to him." The uncle thought quickly.

When the uncle was thinking, the shredded tobacco in his hand was still burning at a speed visible to the naked eye, when the shredded tobacco burned to the cigarette holder.

The uncle came back to his senses when his fingers felt hot. He hurriedly extinguished the cigarette, gritted his teeth and said, "The price is [-] yuan, a deal!"

"I'm not taking anything with me!"

In the afternoon, Han Chunming and the uncle completed the handover of the courtyard house.

The uncle first made a will for Han Chunming, and then went to the street to issue a certificate.

After the transaction was completed, and after these legal operations, the courtyard house became one of Han Chunming's properties.

Standing in the empty courtyard, Han Chunming put his hands on his hips, took a deep breath, and raised the corners of his mouth into a smile.

Such a courtyard house will be at least one billion yuan smaller when it appreciates in value, right?
You must know that a courtyard house is not just a few rooms, but a symbol of the old Four Nine City culture.

In a few decades, with the development of the times, the houses in Sijiu City will become fragrant buns, and this courtyard house will become a national treasure with a price but no market.

So Han Chunming knew that if he wanted to make a fortune in the future, he must grasp the opportunity of real estate!
"Yo, it seems I'm a step late again?"

While Han Chunming was thinking about the next plan, a familiar voice sounded from the door.

He turned his head and saw that the tattered Hou in a Chinese tunic suit with a red face came in with a tattered sack on his back and an iron hook in his hand with a smirk.

"Hey, you're really good, I just came over after receiving the news, so I was a step too late." Seeing that there was only Han Chunming in the courtyard, Broken Hou knew the general situation in an instant.

"What's the matter, did you find any treasures?" Immediately afterwards, Poor Hou came over and gave Han Chunming a look you know with a smirk.

Han Chunming pretended to be surprised: "You also know that there are treasures in this courtyard?"

Broken Hou smiled, and turned his head to look at the environment in the courtyard: "This courtyard used to be the courtyard of a big man, and that master is also an expert!"

"But later died, and his son also moved all these things away."

"But I reckon that I might be able to find one or two good things." Poor Hou's sharp eyes scanned the courtyard like radar, and he explained absently.