Countercurrent 1978 starts with the production team

In his decades of dental career, Lao Wutou has seen many good things, but of course there are also many things he has not seen.

Unexpectedly, when I came to Chu Jianghe on a whim today, I would be able to see Yuan Qinghua, whom my master had always been obsessed with back then. This was also a long-cherished wish.

"Young man, I have learned a lot today. This thing is priceless. Keep it well." Old Wutou reluctantly took his eyes away from the plum vase and said to Chu Jianghe, and then he seemed to remember it again. What? He asked again: "Young man, you just said you had a good job? I don't know, but it is related to antiques?"

Chu Jianghe nodded and said: "That's right. I came to Hong Kong City in a hurry this time. I only brought this one thing. I have about [-] more at home. But I don't understand it. I need someone knowledgeable to help me. Palm palm eye.”

Lao Wutou was stunned again and opened his mouth wide. He was really shocked.

What?

One hundred and eighty more?

Lao Wutou swallowed his saliva and asked with difficulty: "They are all Yuan Qinghua?!"

Chu Jianghe smiled and said: "How is it possible? If there are really so many, this Yuanqinghua will be worthless. I collected the other ones from the cultural relics store, and some of them were collected by this kid walking around the streets. You I also know that no one pays attention to these things nowadays, and many good things are sold as scrap."

Lao Wutou glanced at Ma Liang next to him, and then he suddenly realized: "No wonder this guy walks around the streets all day long. In addition to selling some hot commodities, he also collects some scraps. I thought this was his cover. Means, I didn’t expect that your fundamental purpose was to focus on these things. Alas, a lot of things were destroyed in the past few years. It’s such a pity. By doing this, you can give these good things a home, which is better than destroying them for no reason. Strong. I have also seen cultural relics shops. They are full of old craftsmen, and the things they sell are not particularly precious. It is not that easy to pick up the missing items. "

What Lao Wutou said about picking up leaks must be something particularly precious, but Chu Jianghe didn't care at all. He didn't think it was necessary.

As long as the things you buy are genuine, that's fine. In a few decades, when people realize the true value of these things, the things they have will naturally increase.

Investing in collecting these things is just a means, not his purpose.

"Old sir, it doesn't matter to me if you pick up the leaks or not. It's just that you give me the stuff. If it's genuine, keep it. If it's fake, we'll throw it away."

Then Chu Jianghe briefly explained how he bought this Yuan blue and white plum vase.

Old Wu Tou had been in Liulichang, and he had heard all the outrageous stories. However, after hearing what Chu Jianghe said, he was still quite emotional: "As the ancients said, if you do good deeds, don't ask about the future. You will be rewarded with good deeds." , no one else can envy you."

Lao Wutou thought for a while and said: "I am over fifty years old, and I am very satisfied to be able to see these things again. If you don't mind, I will help you take a look."

After several interactions, Lao Wutou decided that this young man was a reliable person and it would be no problem to work with him. He agreed without asking about the salary.

He is so old and has no children. He has no pursuit of money. He is satisfied as long as he has a place to settle down.

Chu Jianghe said happily: "You agreed? You can't ask for it, you can't ask for it."

He was eager for Lao Wutou to help him. He had a disdain for antiques and would inevitably continue to acquire them in the future. He happened to lack such professional talents around him.

With the help of Lao Wutou, I finally made up for the shortcomings that I didn't understand.

Lao Wutou clearly understood his position and immediately changed his words: "Master, when do you think I will come over?"

"Don't call me that, what age is it? Just call me Jiang He."

"Okay, then just call me Lao Wu."

"Okay, Lao Wu, you go back and pack your things. I will open a room for you tomorrow and you can live here. Someone will come to see this bottle tomorrow, and you will need to worry more then."

"No problem, I don't have anything to pack there. I just need to take some time to get my luggage. I'll just make do here today. I'll sleep on the floor or the sofa tonight to avoid missing things by running back and forth."

Chu Jianghe didn't want to treat him badly: "Then I'll go down and open a new room for you and sleep on the floor."

Lao Wutou waved his hands repeatedly: "No need, no need, the floor is covered with carpets, and the weather in this port city is not cold, so this is good. I have slept under bridges before, and this is much more comfortable than under bridges."

Chu Jianghe persuaded him again and again, but Lao Wutou was unwilling to let Chu Jianghe spend any more money and insisted on sleeping on the ground. Fortunately, they were all men, so there was no inconvenience.

After a few people were fussing about it, it was already very late, so Chu Jianghe let him go and went to bed on his own.

Chu Jianghe woke up very early the next day, but Lao Wutou had already dressed up and was still staring at the plum vase. It seemed that he really liked this kind of thing.

Chu Jianghe woke up Ma Liang, washed up a little, and then heard someone knocking on the door.

When he opened the door, it was Zhao Shizong whom he met at Du Laozhi Nightclub yesterday.

Zhao Shizong burst out laughing as soon as he saw him: "Brother, I didn't disturb your rest. Yesterday I heard you say that there are Yuan blue and white flowers here. I couldn't sit still this morning. I must come and take a look."

"How could it happen? Mr. Zhao is here. I've never asked for it. Please."

"Hahaha." Zhao Shizong laughed again, and then said mysteriously: "I am not the only one here today, there is another person who wants to see the beauty of Yuan Qinghua, please brother, please take your things and come with me. "

Chu Jianghe was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and said, "No problem, Lao Wu, Liangzi, bring your things and let's go with Mr. Zhao."

A few people cleaned up, and then followed Mr. Zhao and others to a high-end suite in the Four Seasons Hotel. When they opened the door, an old man in his sixties was sitting on the owner's seat. He was talking to the two old people next to him. A man who looks like a butler stands.

Seeing the arrival of Chu Jianghe and others, the eyes of several people in the room lit up, with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

Zhao Shizong first introduced Chu Jianghe: "Brother, this is my father, and the two next to him are the antique masters invited by my father."

Chu Jianghe heard that the person in front of him was Zhao Congyan, the head of Huaguang Aviation Industry, and greeted him respectfully.

Zhao Shizong walked to Zhao Congyan again, bowed slightly and whispered a few words, then stood aside.

When Zhao Congyan saw Chu Jianghe's appearance, he nodded frequently, with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Young man, I heard that you have a Yuan blue and white flower in your hand. I love this art very much. I can't wait to hear that there is something good. Here you go, no matter what you say today, you must see your true face."

The Zhao family's ancestral home is Wuxi, and Zhao Congyan, as an older generation businessman, has a strong local accent.

Chu Jianghe signaled to Lao Wutou, who nodded, put the plum vase on the table in front of him, and stepped aside.

"Please!"

Before he could completely retreat, several people in the room put on gloves and swarmed up, surrounding the plum vase.

Zhao Congyan even took out a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully, exclaiming from time to time.

At this time, several people said they were appraising it, rather than appreciating it. After a while, they exchanged opinions in a low voice and said that this thing was in line with the characteristics of Yuan blue and white mentioned in foreign papers.

Although the two antique masters said that this thing met the characteristics, they did not dare to draw conclusions easily.

Zhao Congyan nodded, reluctantly put down the magnifying glass in his hand, and said in a local accent: "Little friend, I love this thing very much. I wonder if I can part with it?"

cut love?

Chu Jianghe didn't want to sell this thing now.