Portable Museum

He can get materials that ordinary people can't get, and this is his advantage.

It's the first time to deal with Lao Hu, establish a relationship, and play the emotional card, it's all fake, so it's better to have something affordable.

"You are too flattering, I don't dare to be called Mr. Hu.

If you think highly of me, just call me Lao Hu.

If there are good items in the future, I will designate them for you to keep. "Old Hu smiled and said very kindly.

Chapter 9 Feedback from the Museum

After leaving the trust store, Zhang Junping didn't dare to ride his bicycle, so he just pushed forward.

In this day and age, many of BJ's roads are still rocky, and he is worried that the newly bought treasure will be damaged.

Turning a street, Zhang Junping found an empty alley, and put the boxes full of antiques into the museum space.

Then he got on the bike and pedaled hard towards Caishikou.

After pedaling twice, Zhang Junping stopped suddenly, straddled the bicycle, leaning on the ground with one leg, and became dazed.

Zhang Junping didn't see it. The moment he put the cardboard box into the museum space, the cardboard box silently disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.

Then the antiques in the boxes went back to their places.

As early as when the museum was being built, Zhang Junping had already planned the areas for jade, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, bronzes, furniture, and miscellaneous items.

Zhang Junping immersed himself in the museum space, looked at the antiques in their respective places, and grinned, the automatic classification function is good.

It would be even better if something was created out of nothing, and it would automatically match Bogu racks.

Zhang Junping thought greedily.

Zhang Junping stopped the car, naturally not to see the automatic classification of museum spaces.

But just when the antique porcelain, antique calligraphy and painting entered the museum space, a message suddenly appeared in his mind.

Although it is not a systematic text, it is very fantasy. There are some fragments floating in the museum space.

Pastel porcelain firing experience fragments +18

Fragments of enamel and colored porcelain firing process experience +11

Porcelain painting craft experience fragments +11

Regular script calligraphy experience fragments +11

Bada Shanren cursive script experience fragments +10

Bada Shanren painting experience fragments +10

Collect 100 yuan of experience fragments to exchange for a complete craft/skill.

Zhang Junping let out several breaths before suppressing the ecstasy in his heart.

This wave of surprises came so violently and intensely that he, a thousand-year-old fox, almost broke his guard and laughed out loud.

Doesn't this mean that as long as you collect enough antiques, you can get all the traditional craftsmanship.

Ah!

Please call me in the future, the all-round master of traditional crafts.

cough!

This is not important, what is important is that there will be many traditional crafts buried in history, and they will see the light again in their own hands.

After calming down, I continued to set off at Caishikou.

Caishikou is a place name that often appears in novels, movies and TV shows. It is famous not because of the commercial atmosphere here, nor because it has produced celebrities, but also because Caishikou was the place where heads were beheaded in the Qing Dynasty.

Of course, the commercial atmosphere of Caishikou is also very strong, and there are many shops around it. Since the Ming Dynasty, it has been a place where merchants gather.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Caishikou was no longer a place for beheading, but it was still very lively here.

Zhang Junping came to Caishikou because there is a pigeon market here.

Pigeon Market, as the name suggests, is a market for buying and selling pigeons.

Pigeons occupy a very large proportion in old BJ's memory.

Many novels, movies and TV shows have scenes of pigeons, a group of homing pigeons hovering over the courtyard, has formed a unique pigeon culture.

But Zhang Junping didn't go to the Pigeon Market to buy pigeons.

Of course, if there is an opportunity, he would not mind raising a few pigeons to experience the pigeon culture of old BJ.

The Pigeon Market existed long before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and then slowly developed, it has evolved into a market.

The pigeon market is no longer limited to pigeon trading, it sells everything.

Those who buy and sell various bills, buy and sell grain, buy and sell vegetables, meat, fish and eggs, anyway, all kinds of daily necessities are sold.

Even antiques are sold here.

Naturally, Zhang Junping didn't come here to buy antiques. Of course, he would never let go of something good.

BJ has many such pigeon markets, each of which has an actual controller.

Some are stubborn owners nearby, and some are simply local neighborhood committees.

You can buy things casually here, but you have to pay management fees for selling things.

Zhang Junping came here to buy some bills, mainly national food coupons.

Going out, having this thing is better than money.

Strolling around the pigeon market, there were several buyers and sellers of bills, but Zhang Junping didn't make a move.

Zhang Junping found a tall and thin man, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Brother, take me to meet your boss."

"Who are you! Crazy!"

"Master Buddha, do you want me to send you to the police station?" Zhang Junping looked at the tall and thin man in front of him playfully and asked with a smile.

Buddha refers to pickpockets and thieves in BJ's words.

Behind every Buddha, there is a stubborn master who raises Buddha and eats Buddha.

In fact, it is the stubborn master who provides protection to the Buddha, and the Buddha makes offerings to the stubborn master.

"I don't understand what you're saying!" The tall and thin man was still trying to argue.

"Hehe! You are living in Pigeon City, I don't believe that there is no stubborn master behind you.

Otherwise, you would have been beaten to death long ago!

Take me to him obediently, hello, hello, hello everyone.

Otherwise..." Zhang Junping didn't bother to spend much time talking, so he pointed out the words directly and threatened.

"Brother, I dare not! If I take you there, I will be beaten to death!" Comparing the fighting strength of the two sides, the tall and thin man resolutely admits that he is cowardly, but he dare not take Zhang Junping to find the stubborn master behind him .

Sending him to the police station is at most a few days of prison food, but if you bring a stranger to see the boss, it is a terrible thing.

"Brother, this is the territory of the third master, don't feel uncomfortable." Zhang Junping and the tall and thin man attracted the attention of interested people.

Two young men in gray overalls sandwiched Zhang Junping from left to right, and warned fiercely.

"Take me to see your third master, I have a big deal to discuss with him." Zhang Junping glanced at the two young men and said calmly.

The two young men looked at Zhang Junping, then shook their heads, "Come with us!"

One of the short ones left quickly to report.

Zhang Junping followed the rest of the young men with scars on their faces and walked slowly to the side alley and walked into a narrow alley. Suddenly, more than ten people rushed out from front and back, surrounding Zhang Junping in the middle.

The young man with the scar took out a dagger and threatened viciously: "Brother, our third master is not something you can meet whenever you want.

Be sensible, take out everything on your body, or the buddy will let you bleed. "

"Hehe! I have the money, but I don't know if you have the ability to take it away." Zhang Junping smiled and took out three dozen banknotes from his satchel and shook them.

"Bring it here!" The scarred youth showed greed.

"Okay!" Zhang Junping obediently threw the money to the scarred youth.

"You're smart!" the young man with the scar proudly bent down to pick up the money.

"Brother, I still have a good thing here, do you want it?" Zhang Junping asked with a relaxed smile.

It doesn't look like being robbed at all.

"What good stuff? Take it out!" the young man with the scar hurriedly urged when he heard that there was still something good.

"This, do you want it?" Zhang Junping took out a May [-] pistol from his waist and shook it at the scarred youth.

Chapter 10 BJ Stubborn Master Lin Sanye

"Who are you?" The scarred youth's face became very ugly.

Dare to draw a gun, naturally not an ordinary person, but Zhang Junping's performance is not like Lei Zi.

Leizi is a slang term for the police.

"Katorev-style pistols, called May-one pistols in our country, are loaded with eight rounds.

There are thirteen of you, do you want to try? "Zhang Junping continued to tease the scarred youth.

In addition to being a buyer, Zhang Junping is also the backbone of the militia, because he is mainly in charge of the business in the northeast. Xu Shaomin specially obtained a gun license for him for his safety.

"This little brother, the subordinates are ignorant, so offended." This is a middle-aged man in his thirties who came out from the crowd.

"You are the third master?"

"Don't dare, dare not! They are all flattered by the Taoist priests!

Just call me Lin San! Lin San politely cupped his hands and cupped his fists.

"Third Master is really arrogant. It's really not easy to see you. If you pass five levels, you will kill six generals!" Zhang Junping said with a light smile.

"It's all a misunderstanding!

I don't know if you are looking for me, what advice do you have? "Lin San was very polite, mainly because he was not sure of Zhang Junping's way.

Those who dare to shoot in BJ's territory are either stunned, or have a big background or are simply officials.

No matter how you look at it, Zhang Junping looks stunned.

Therefore, Lin San, who was uncertain about Zhang Junping's footsteps, was very polite to Zhang Junping.

A stubborn master like Lin San is usually very arrogant, but he can be divided into whoever he is.

The kind of stubborn master who always treats everyone like my second child will not live long.

"Looking for you to discuss a business, but your people don't seem to welcome me."

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Your side please!" Lin San extended his hand to invite politely.

It turned out that Lin San's old den was in this alley.

Zhang Junping put away his pistol and followed Lin San into a courtyard.

The courtyard looks deserted from the outside, but there is something hidden inside.

It was well cleaned up by Lin San, and the furniture and furnishings in the room were all available.

There is an Eight Immortals table in the main room, with two Taishi chairs on both sides.

There are four armchairs on each side against the wall, and there is a small coffee table between the two armchairs.

After entering the room, he let Zhang Junping sit on the grand teacher's chair, and then asked, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Zhang!" Zhang Junping sat on the teacher's chair and said a surname carelessly.

That attitude, as if telling the other party a surname is already a great gift.

"It turned out to be Master Zhang!

I don't know what business Mr. Zhang is talking about? "Lin San said while handing Zhang Junping a cigarette.

"Oh! That's good! The third master's way is quite wild, and he can even get the special cigarettes for smoking in Haizi." Zhang Junping took the cigarettes, glanced at them, and joked with a smile.

"Don't dare, don't dare! This is a pack of cigarettes from my elder brother, holding it as a front.