Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 112 Picking up antiques

A few days later, Di Anmen was established.

Early in the morning, Li Jiankun led Xiao Wang to the base of the imperial city again.

He has not been idle these days, asking around for information, but unfortunately the antique boss can't be found.

Actually, he can name a few names, such as Ma Weidu who collects porcelain, Liu Wenjie who collects calligraphy and paintings, Tian Tao who collects ancient books, and Zhang Dexiang who collects furniture.

He was once known as the fourth master of collecting in the Beijing circle.

The problem is, it's too early now. Even if it's Mr. Ma, he's probably just returned to the city during the Chinese New Year, and he's still a literary young man.

In a word, he does not yet have the ability for future generations.

Even if you find it, it's useless.

The antique business has disappeared for many years, and it has not recovered yet. He really doesn’t know much about the big bosses in the past.

Still have to keep looking.

During this period, I also talked about this topic with Xiao Wang. Xiao Wang showed great interest in it, but he still didn’t understand the specific meaning of the word “pick up” in what he meant by picking up antiques.

Li Jiankun felt that instead of explaining, it would be better to show him.

No, I will take him to Di'anmen today.

The information was also obtained through inquiring.

Di'anmen was originally a gate, which seems to be nonsense, but it still has to be said. It is exactly opposite to Tiananmen, one faces north and the other faces south. Old BJ called it the "back door".

But in the 50s, due to development needs, it blocked the road and was demolished.

From then on, Di Anmen evolved into a local film title.

This area has been a famous commercial street since ancient times. In the early years, there were yamen that served the royal family, such as the clothing supervisor, needlework bureau, wine and vinegar bureau; wax warehouse, paper shop, leather shop...

Put it all here.

It is still very lively today, with many low-rise buildings of two or three floors - as we all know, there are no high-rise buildings in the Second Ring Road.

The first floor of almost every building is a shop, such as a drug store, a non-staple food store, a Goubuli bun shop, etc.

Also, a play store.

These days, the cultural and entertainment stores in the capital are mainly concentrated in Di'anmen and Huqiaofang. These are state-owned units and operate with a license.

It was not yet eight o'clock at this time, and Li Jiankun and Xiao Wang took the earliest 332 class to enter the city.

On Di'anmen side, none of the shops are open.

But outside the two antique shops in front of me, it was already quite busy. There were ten or eight bicycles in each group, forming a long queue and lining up along the curb.

The shapes of these bicycles are almost identical:

The back seat carried two large baskets, which were full of cargo. Straws, used as anti-collision and shock absorbers, poked out from the gaps and upper edges of the baskets.

"Jiankun, are these all antiques?"

Wang Shanhe clicked his tongue, but gradually got used to the term antique, changing from "old objects".

Jiankun once said to him, gold in troubled times and antiques in prosperous times.

He was deeply inspired, and after careful consideration, looking back at the bit of history he knew, it seemed that this was really the case.

He thought he had found a good way to satisfy his interests and make a fortune at the same time.

Li Jiankun said: "They must think it is, otherwise they wouldn't have dragged it all the way here. But whether it is true or not, the people in the art and antiques store will definitely have to identify it piece by piece."

"Where did they come from?"

Xiao Wang asked curiously.

Naturally, there are people manning the bicycles, and there is a man on each side who is dressed in simple clothes and speaks in a rustic manner.

"Hebei."

This is what Li Jiankun heard from the news, and based on the geographical location, it must be true.

These people were obviously farmers. Their cotton-padded clothes and hats were covered in large areas of moisture. Most of them had set out from Hebei overnight.

"Where did they get so many antiques?"

"I bought it from all over the country."

The antiques that dare to be dragged over and sold in such a grand manner are probably legitimate.

"Hey~ This is quite the answer."

Xiao Wang's eyes lit up.

Li Jiankun shrugged and said: "At this stage, there is no need to bother. There are antiques everywhere in Sijiu City, the ancient capital of the Five Dynasties, but the problem is still the same. We don't know how to deal with it.

"Even if the good stuff is placed in front of you, you still can't see why."

Xiao Wang said angrily: "That's right."

The two of them were chatting in front of a cloth store. While looking at the antique store, a bicycle suddenly rode in front of them.

Hey!

Here comes someone.

Or maybe it was just right, and sure enough, after a while, the door of the nearby antique shop opened.

The sales farmers who had been waiting quietly became restless and energetic.

"Walk."

Li Jiankun led Xiao Wang over, intending to get a closer look and feel the market conditions.

The official one is naturally the most reliable.

<divclass="contentadv">As soon as he approached, Xiao Wang was attracted by the baskets of things. Most of them were porcelain, but also some iron objects with different shapes.

There is a sense of history and strange beauty.

"What?"

Li Jiankun came to the door, and before he even put his neck in, a very impatient voice came from inside.

He also thought that it might involve business secrets, so he didn't want anyone to pry into it, and he didn't care.

But he didn't leave. He poked at the door, lit a cigarette, didn't look around, and kept his ears straight.

As I said before, businessmen cannot be shameful.

On the other hand, the farmers selling goods next to him, for some reason, all smiled at him, with a hint of fawning.

"You can't take this, take it away."

"What's up, that's no problem."

"As for the eyes, there is no small crack at the bottom."

"Let me take a look...it's not there."

"Here's the magnifying glass for you."

There was a sound from inside the door.

Li Jiankun had thrown away his cigarette butt, leaning against the wall with his hands folded across his chest and squinting his eyes to focus on his ears.

I thought that the collection standard of this art store was too high, and the purchase price was quite touching.

So far, none of them cost more than ten bucks.

While he was concentrating on this, he didn't notice that there were many more people around him.

These people were like little kings, looking along the basket with great interest but speechless.

The farmers let them look at them but didn't say anything to them.

The first farmer to sell his goods crossed the threshold and walked out. The basket he carried in was almost empty except for a pair of large porcelain bottles.

Li Jiankun opened his eyes and was startled to see a group of people in front of him.

"Fellow fellow, what is it?"

"Come on, let me close your eyes."

Just now, it seemed as if he was just passing by, looking for a glimpse of the busy people. Looking at the farmer walking out of the antique store, they swarmed up to him.

Li Jiankun narrowed his eyes, Damn, who said no one was interested in antiques in the 70s?

Those "chasing big baskets" are ghosts!

This also refreshed his understanding. In 1979, the Beijing antique market had already entered the prehistoric stage.

There is a group of pioneers.

"Jiankun, these are a pair of big bottles. Why don't the art and antiques stores accept them?"

Xiao Wang Pidian came up.

"Let's go and take a look first."

Li Jiankun walked towards the crowd.

Although the scene was chaotic, with more than a dozen people surrounding an old farmer, there were some vague rules. When one person got a bottle, the others would not fight for it, showing great patience.

Just chatting away.

Li Jiankun and Xiao Wang listened and looked at each other with sadness in their hearts.

No one in this group is idle.

I don't know what to say, but I just open my mouth.

For example, this pair of large porcelain vases with sloping lips, sloping shoulders, and double ears are called "big bottles".

What do people call?

Called three hundred pieces.

Damn it, it’s obviously a pair, two pieces, why do you call it three hundred pieces?

The two of them couldn't understand it at all.

In contrast, they have an extremely poor knowledge of antiques and are two complete novices in the industry.

But these people are all young and don't look like big bosses, otherwise Li Jiankun would really be interested.

He didn't want to miss Xiao Wang if he didn't find the right person.

In the end, this pair of 12 large bottles was taken away by one person for [-] yuan.

Li Jiankun suddenly understood everything. The people in the antique shop and the farmers who sold goods in the past regarded him as one of the "pioneers". One side didn't want to see him, and the other side liked him.

As for these forerunners, they obviously have to abide by the rules when receiving goods here, and can only pick up items that are not wanted by the toy shop.

"Jiankun, I understand what picking up means."

Xiao Wang also looked suddenly enlightened.

The corner of Li Jiankun's mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to explain it. What he meant by picking it up was not like that.

I wanted to bring Xiao Wang here to see how worthless antiques are these days, like picking up cabbage.