Antique Dealer

Chapter 47 Story
Knowing that this antique left by her wife was worth at least one million yuan, Aunt Qian was stunned, and at the same time she was terrified. If such a valuable thing was stolen, she would have nowhere to cry. I don't even have the face to see my dead wife.

Compared to Aunt Qian's surprise, the thief was astonished. Just as Fang Hao guessed, he did receive 3000 yuan as a reward before he went to steal Aunt Qian's collection.

Originally, he planned to go to Aunt Qian's house to steal on Friday. On weekdays, there were fewer people and the security was higher, but he got drunk and missed the job, and when he woke up he had a splitting headache, so he didn't go on Friday.

It's just that the other party was in a hurry and threatened to reduce the salary, so he could only bite the bullet and come here to steal on the rest day.

But Aunt Qian went out on business yesterday, and he didn't find a chance, so he came here today, thinking that he could make it smoothly, but when he arrived, he was discovered by Sister Zhang, so he had to run away in a hurry.

Antiques are worth more than one million yuan. According to relevant laws, if his behavior is regarded as robbery, he will be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years, life imprisonment or death, and a fine or confiscation of property.

Hearing this result, he was stunned and slumped on the chair.After learning that there was still a chance to make a crime, he quickly told what he knew like pouring beans.

Fang Hao does not have the relevant qualifications, and the price he said can only be used as a reference, so this scripture must be left in the police station for appraisal value.Seeing that there was nothing wrong with them, the two left the police station.

Originally, Zhou Yongsi planned to wait for Fang Hao's appraisal before going to dinner, but was interrupted by this incident, it was almost time for dinner, so the two of them went to dinner first, and then went to appraisal.

Zhou Yongsi took Fang Hao to a small restaurant not far from the Hutong. The restaurant was not big, but there were quite a lot of people in it, and most of them were residents nearby.

Some people take it for granted that such a well-run small restaurant tastes good, and then patronize it with full expectation, but after tasting it, they find that the taste is actually not amazing.

This truth was told by Shang Xiaoxuan to Fang Hao, and she came to the conclusion after eating for many years. The "good taste" of this small restaurant is that it has its own memory points on the basis of not being bad, and it is long-term. Cultivation of customer taste.

For example, there is a small restaurant that opened early, and the food is not bad, and it has a little bit of uniqueness. If someone eats here often and eats there for many years, it will naturally be deeply rooted in his brain.

Just like the taste of the food cooked by my mother, outsiders may not think it is very good, but I think it is delicious.

Closer to home, Zhou Yongsi has also lived in this alley for nearly 20 years. Now that he has moved out, he still comes back to visit often. Therefore, he is very familiar with the neighbors around him, and he greets each other when he enters the store.

What happened just now naturally became the topic of conversation at the dinner table. Everyone asked Zhou Yongsi about the situation, and when they learned that the scripture was worth more than one million, many people let out a cry of exclamation.

"I didn't expect that Lao Yang used to buy antiques all the time, but he still kept such a treasure."

"Sell that treasure, and you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life!"

"Old Zhang, I'm so envious of you. Why don't you go to Panjiayuan's place often, maybe if you're lucky, you can meet good things too?"

"Come on, haven't you heard that Er Mazi was crazy about picking up leaks last year, so he sold his house and bought a porcelain vase, but he was cheated, and all the money was spent. Piao, there is no place to cry, I have the money to buy antiques, I might as well drink two more bottles of wine!"

"That's because he's stupid. He only knows how to buy high-priced antiques. You see, the kid from the Li family in the east is much smarter. Bought a house..."

Listening to these diners, Fang Hao talked about interesting things in the antique circle from left to right. This one suffered a loss from eye-catching and almost jumped off the building; Come back to make trouble again.I don't know if these things are true or not, but it's very interesting to hear them as stories.

After dinner, Zhou Yongsi took Fang Hao to the study of the old house.Zhou Yongsi's father will come back to stay five or six nights a month, and the room is often cleaned and tidy.

There are only desks, bookcases, and chairs in the study room. If there are only these three items, some accessories are placed in the room as decorations, and the overall appearance is orderly and not monotonous.

Zhou Yongsi went to fetch the inscription he wanted to appraise, while Fang Hao looked around, and was immediately attracted by something on the desk.

Fang Hao stepped forward. It was a unique auspicious animal with a pair of knob-shaped long horns on the top of its head, a pig nose, and a square mouth. It was mysterious and mysterious, and it was relatively rare.There is a water injection hole on its back, the bore is hollow to store water, and the mouth has a drip. If it is slightly tilted, the water stored in the cavity will flow out from the mouth of the auspicious beast, which can be used for grinding ink. It turned out to be an inkstone drop.

There are many small study utensils of various shapes that pour water into the inkstone. Generally speaking, those with separate water inlet and outlet holes, and those with slow water flow are called inkstone drops.

When talking about the origin of inkstone drops, we have to talk about the water bowl. The water bowl is a small water storage tank used for the inkstone pool. People found in use that when pouring water into the inkstone with a water bowl, the water often flows too much, so the convenient The utensil that controls the amount of water is the inkstone drop.

Zhou Yongsi took out the inscription, saw Fang Hao looking at the inkstone on the table, and walked over: "Is this inkstone okay?"

Fang Hao nodded with a smile: "That's right, this inkstone drop is exquisitely cast. Although the shape is imaginary, the demeanor and movements are realistic. And the skin color is ancient, it is a rare product that can be seen clearly on the desk."

Zhou Yongsi saw that Yandi was affirmed by Fang Hao, and the smile on his face grew stronger: "Speaking of which, there was a story when my grandfather got it. In the famine of 42 in the last century, my grandfather met a pair of mother and son who fled to the capital. Both of them were swollen from hunger. Seeing how pitiful they were, my grandfather gave them some steamed buns to satisfy their hunger. The child's mother gave this inkstone to my grandfather in order to thank him for saving his life.

My grandfather loves this inkstone very much, and has been with him all the time. I remember when I was a child, I heard my grandfather lament that he didn’t give more steamed buns at that time, and I don’t know what happened to the mother and child, whether they survived. "

In this life, there are more or less regrets, which are unforgettable for a lifetime, but it is precisely because of regrets that those who do not have regrets become valuable.

Fang Hao thought, when he gets old, he doesn't know how many regrets will remain in his heart, whether it will be unforgettable until he dies.

"What's wrong with me!"

Fang Hao felt that he was a little funny. At his current age, what would he do when he was old? Who knows what will happen in the future?He is now in the initial stage of his life, and he should think more about living every day to the fullest and making life more exciting.

(End of this chapter)