Countercurrent 1978 starts with the production team

Ma Liang's glass of wine brought him closer to Lao Wutou.

Only then did he somewhat understand why Old Wu Tou compared himself to Wu Song and the man sitting in the pavilion to Song Jiang. It seemed that he was also a man with a story.

Ma Liang kept asking Lao Wutou what happened, but Lao Wutou kept silent.

"Silly boy, you don't expose the shortcomings of others when you scold them, and you don't slap people in the face when you hit them. It's pointless for you to get to the bottom of things like this."

Ma Liang saw that Lao Wutou really didn't want to talk, and he was bored, so he stopped asking.

The three of them talked and laughed, and finished the meal quickly. A few of them wiped their mouths and prepared to pay and leave.

Chu Jianghe was thinking about Lao Wutou's abilities and asked, "Old sir, I wonder where you are employed now?"

Lao Wutou laughed at himself: "There is no great job, just make a living. The cost of living in Hong Kong City is so high, now I just do some odd jobs. It's good to support myself."

The house in the capital was sold to Chu Jianghe, and Lao Wutou received 8000 yuan, which would be more than 2 Hong Kong dollars.

Originally, he thought that even though this amount of money was not much in Hong Kong City, it would be enough for him to relax for a few years. However, he realized that he was wrong when he arrived in Hong Kong City.

Life in this kind of city is not what he imagined at all, especially for a migrant like him who has no foundation. In a big city like Hong Kong City, it costs money to rent a house and money to eat. No matter where you go, money, money, money is all you need. .

The money I brought seems to be a lot, so I can't just sit back and have nothing.

All the houses in the capital were sold, and he had no way out. It didn't matter if he returned to the mainland at this time, so he could only bite the bullet and stay in the port city.

I am old, and I don’t have much use for what I know. Relying on my connections with old friends, not to mention wealth and wealth, I can live a basic life without any problems.

However, Lao Wutou was high-spirited, and after seeing that his old friend was just a trickster, he was unwilling to rely on others all the time.

I have hands and feet, and I work odd jobs every now and then, and the money I brought is enough to sustain myself.

Seeing the lonely expression on Old Wutou's face, Chu Jianghe knew that he would not be so willing to do this, so he suggested: "Old sir, meeting each other is fate, and besides, we are still half fellow villagers. I just heard you say that you also know antique calligraphy and painting? You If you have real skills, I would have a good job here."

"Really?" Old Wutou was a little proud when he heard Chu Jianghe mention his ability: "I'm not bragging to you, I've also studied art seriously. I've been working as a clerk in Liulichang for nine years. It was just a coincidence. After I left Liulichang, I changed my career. The key to dental work is my eye. I have passed through countless items in my hands over the years, and I have never had them drilled. I have given him many good things from his uncle Zhang. He bought it for exchange."

Lao Wutou is proud of his craftsmanship. This is the unique pride of an old craftsman.

What kind of place is Liulichang? To put it bluntly, it is the center of literature and entertainment in the world.

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, many good things came out of the palace and the palace of the fallen prince Baylor, and most of them had to go through Liulichang.

That is to say, his old Wutou didn't have that kind of capital, otherwise with his ability, he would get involved in Liulichang no matter what.

Chu Jianghe had some doubts. Wasn't this old martial artist drunk too much? He sounded like he didn't even pay attention to Zhang Bo Bureau. Is this a bit exaggerated?

Chu Jianghe chuckled: "Old sir, I have an object over there. You can check it out when you have time. Otherwise, this is what we do today, and we'll leave first."

"Why don't you believe it? Do you think I'm talking nonsense?" When Lao Wutou saw Chu Jianghe leaving immediately, he obviously didn't believe in himself. He felt a little insulted and pulled Chu Jianghe and said: "I'm fine with you either way. Let me go and see with you now.”

Chu Jianghe smiled bitterly: "Old sir, it's so late now, why don't we make an appointment until tomorrow?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't have much sleep, and Hong Kong City is a bigger place, so it's convenient to come and go."

Chu Jianghe didn't know whether he was drunk or just had such a stubborn temper. Seeing that he was holding on to her and not letting go, he couldn't just throw him away. There was no way.

"Old sir, okay, then you come with us."

Lao Wutou was in a good position. He had no relatives or friends in Hong Kong City, so he was a little bored staying there for a long time. He finally met two people he could talk to, and he was unwilling to let them leave like this.

Chu Jianghe asked Ma Liang to settle the bill, and they took a taxi and headed straight to the Four Seasons Hotel.

When he arrived at the hotel room, Chu Jianghe placed the luggage containing the cans in front of Old Wutou and said, "Old sir, please pay attention."

Old Wutou looked shocked when he saw this. Judging from Chu Jianghe's attitude, it was obvious that he was not a valuable thing, so why did he let himself get the attention?

Did you come here by mistake today?

But you are here, just take a look.

When he opened his luggage, he saw a lot of cotton in the luggage. He pulled open the cotton and saw a plum vase.

Old Wu Tou hissed after just one glance, then solemnly placed the plum vase on the table in the hotel room and looked at it carefully.

Perhaps it was because it was night and the lighting conditions in the room were insufficient, so Lao Wutou took a long time to look at him.

Lao Wutou looked at it very seriously and turned over and over.

Chu Jianghe looked at Old Wutou in a daze, staring blankly at the plum vase for more than 20 minutes. He was still mumbling something, but he couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. What.

Finally, Lao Wutou looked at Chu Jianghe in disbelief and asked: "Is this... Yuan Qinghua?"

Chu Jianghe had a smile on his face: "How did you tell?"

Ma Liang looked on anxiously and asked: "Old sir, this thing is very expensive? How much is it worth?"

Lao Wutou glanced at Ma Liang angrily and stared at the plum vase on the table, as if he was lost in memories.

"I remember when I was still an apprentice, my master told me that in the early years of the Republic of China, a customer came to the store one day. It is said that he was an overseas Chinese in England named Wu Laixi. He was carrying a pair of large blue and white vases When I came to Liulichang in the capital, I found a pair of valuable vases. I asked my master to inspect them and sell them. My master said that when he saw the pair of vases, he felt that they were simple in shape and extraordinary in style. Both the painting and the production were very exquisite. They were not like An ordinary product. When he saw the inscriptions on the necks of the pair of vases, he felt a little bit in his heart. The 11th year of Zhizheng should be 1351 AD. That was the name of the Yuan Dynasty. My master felt something was wrong. Where could the Yuan Dynasty be? Blue and white porcelain, just say this thing is wrong."

Old Wutou was silent for a while, then slapped his thigh suddenly: "Unexpectedly, my master later found out that there really were Yuan Qinghua in this world. The treasure was in front of him but he had no chance to know it. As a result, the national treasure was lost overseas. He has always regretted this. All my life, I will never forget it before I die.”

Lao Wutou sighed: "The shape, glaze color, blue and white flowers, decoration, inner wall, and base of this plum vase are exactly the same as the Yuan blue and white flowers that my master told me. How could I get it wrong? What if I got it wrong? Well, even if I get under Jiuquan, I won’t be able to face my master!”

However, Chu Jianghe did not expect that there was such a story about Lao Wutou. The pair of vases that Master Wutou was looking at were naturally the Yuan blue and white cloud-dragon pattern elephant-ear vases that had been exiled overseas.

What I bought for 400 yuan is really a treasure!

Ma Liang looked at Lao Wutou's sigh and looked excited: "Old sir, how much do you think this thing is worth? One hundred thousand or one million?"

But Lao Wutou ignored him and sighed again: "I am lucky enough to be able to see this complete artifact with my own eyes today. I will die without regrets!"