Repairer

  Chapter 14 Jing Shizhen (Part 1)

   "Don't worry, Brother Gang, I never do anything illegal." Zheng Dagang looked at his stall, "Brother, there is nothing in my store that you can take a fancy to?"

  Zheng Dagang is not stupid, he can see that Su Xiaofan is not interested in the things he brought out, but this is already the best batch of goods Zheng Dagang has.

   "Brother Gang, I want to see the real magic weapon." Su Xiaofan didn't forget the purpose of coming here today.

   Actually, after he figured out how to use the bugs in the repair system, whether he partnered with Zheng Dagang to build a device business was nothing to Su Xiaofan.

  With the ability to date, Su Xiaofan went to the antique markets in various cities for a few laps, more or less able to find some real things.

  And there are so many cities in the country, as long as he is not very greedy, he can find one or two in each city, and then deliberately confuse and buy some fake things, there is no danger of his secret being discovered.

   "Okay, let's give up this face today, I'll take you to see the good stuff, Xiaofan, wait for me, I'll close the stall first."

  Zheng Dagang quickly put away all the objects on the booth, then turned the table over, folded the four sides, and a box appeared on the ground.

  Most of the mobile stalls in the market use this kind. It can be used as a stall when it is put down, and it can be used as a box when it is put away. Once you put things in it, you can leave immediately. Su Xiaofan also has such a one.

   Zheng Dagang didn't take the box away, directly put it in a familiar shop in the Antique City, and then took Su Xiaofan up to the second floor of the Antique City.

   "Brother Gang, where are we going?"

Su Xiaofan knows that the second floor of the Antique City is where the real antique business is done, and all the customers are regular customers. Usually they don't open for a year, and they can eat for a few years when they open. He used to like to hang out on the second floor when he was free, but with The shop owner there is not very familiar, after all, a street vendor is too inferior to others.

   "Go to the Jingxin Hall." Zheng Dagang slowed down, turned around and said, "Xiaofan, stop talking when you get here, and I'll see if I can get out the good things they kept at the bottom of the box."

   "Brother Gang, yes, you are familiar with Jingxintang?" Hearing Zheng Dagang's words, Su Xiaofan couldn't help but give a thumbs up. Those who hang out in the antique market have never heard of the name Jingxintang.

   It is said that the owner of Jingxin Hall has been engaged in the antique business since before liberation. After liberation, he went abroad and took out all the good things at home.

  More than 30 years ago, the descendants of Jingxintang of this generation returned to China, still engaged in the business of antique trading, and opened Jingxintang stores all over the country.

  Jingxintang's word-of-mouth reputation has been broken for generations, but it has been revived in the past few decades. They are famous for their innocence.

  Going to Jingxintang to buy antiques, except for the high price, I can’t find any faults. If anyone buys a fake in Jingxintang, it can be regarded as a fortune, because Jingxintang promises to pay ten for every fake.

  However, it has been in business for more than 30 years, and no one has been able to take this compensation from Jingxintang. It can be seen that it has a good reputation and is the first choice for many big collectors in China to buy antiques.

Since the owner of Jingxintang was from Luochuan, after Jingxintang returned to China, Luochuan City was used as the headquarters of Jingxintang. Tang, the old man in his sixties now.

  Compared with the first floor of the Antique City and the stall area outside, the second floor is much quieter.

Unlike the counters on the first floor, the second floor is basically all storefronts, such as Foyuantang, Chenxiang Pavilion, Yixinzhai, etc. The storefronts are decorated with antique flavors, and some stores also play Buddhist Zen music. So after going up to the second floor, I was immediately isolated from the noise on the first floor, as if I had come to another area.

   Jingxin Hall is located on the innermost side of the second floor. I don’t know if it’s because of the saying that the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. After walking through more than ten shops, Su Xiaofan and Zheng Dagang came to the door of Jingxin Hall.

"Uncle Yuan, you are here today, what a coincidence, I don't usually see you." The door of the Jingxin Hall was open, and as soon as Zheng Dagang entered, he greeted an old man sitting in the outer hall drinking tea, Su Xiaofan didn't say anything, and followed Zheng Dagang into the room.

Unlike the usual dazzling array of antique shops, there are not many things placed in Jingxin Hall, but there are two antique round wooden shelves on the side walls on both sides, with more than a dozen objects on them. From Su Xiaofan's point of view, this is not so much an antique shop, but more like a tea room, because no matter who it is, they will be attracted by the tea table that seems to be made of red sandalwood as soon as they enter the door.

  There was also an incense burner with backflowing incense on the tea table. Su Xiaofan didn't know what kind of incense he was lighting, but he could only see the snow-white smoke as light as tulle, falling slowly, like gurgling water, which looked extremely elegant.

   "Are you talking nonsense, when will I not be here?" The old man sitting there didn't give Zheng Dagang a good look.

   "Hey, that's all I'm going to say." Zheng Dagang walked over cheekily, "Didn't I miss my Uncle Jing? I haven't seen you for a long time. Come and see if I can meet you."

"Gangzi, you miss me, do you want to call me and visit me at home?" Suddenly, a voice came from the inner hall, followed by a middle-aged man who looked like he was in his forties. out.

   "Oh, my respectful uncle, why are you so old and young again?" Zheng Dagang saw the person coming, he trotted over, stretched out his hand to help, but was pushed away by the person with a smile.

   "Jing Shizhen!" Su Xiaofan couldn't help thinking of a name, because he also knew this person, and this person was the boss of Jingxin Hall.

   The surname Jing is relatively rare in China. When Su Xiaofan knew that the owner of Jingxintang was named Jing, he thought that the name Jingxintang should be a homonym. Maybe it was called Jingxintang before.

The reason why Su Xiaofan remembers it so clearly is because when he first saw Jing Shizhen in the antique market, he thought that this person was Jing Shizhen's son. After all, a person in his sixties looks only in his forties. At that time, Zheng Dagang told Su Xiaofan that this person is Jing Shizhen, looking young is someone else's good care.

   Zheng Dagang now also knows why Uncle Yuan doesn't give him a good face. In front of the boss, he said that the shopkeeper is often not in the store. Isn't this for Uncle Yuan's small shoes?

"Gangzi, why do you have time to come here today?" Jing Shizhen is not tall, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a pair of gold mirrors and a Tang suit with the **** open. Elegant.

   "Uncle Jing, I miss you." Zheng Dagang smiled and said, "My dad said that he hasn't played chess with you for a long time. He asked you when you were free. He came to play chess with you."

   "Okay, but I have to go out in a few days. When I come back, let your dad come to the store. I recently received some good tea."

Jing Shizhen walked into the inner hall, looked up at Su Xiaofan, laughed, pointed at Su Xiaofan, and said, "I've seen this young man before, he set up a stall with you, and the bronze wares on his stall are not bad, they are from We are from Luochuan Bronzeware Village."

   "Yes, dear old man, my surname is Su."

Su Xiaofan remembered that Zheng Dagang told him to talk less, and replied simply, but he was a little surprised in his heart. When he met Jing Shizhen last year, the other party just stayed in front of his booth for a while, unexpectedly, not only remembered I, unexpectedly, even saw the origin of my bronze wares.

"Huh? Surnamed Su? No wonder, the true inheritance of Bronzeware Village is all in your Su family." Jing Shizhen nodded with a smile, and said, "Come on, sit down and drink tea, Gangzi, is your father in good health?" I remember he was a little old and cold, I brought a few plasters from Xiangjiang this time, and I brought them back to your dad."

  Jing Shizhen beckoned to Zheng Dagang and Su Xiaofan, Uncle Yuan, who was sitting at the top, gave up his seat, and Jing Shizhen personally boiled water and made tea for them.

   "Hey, thank you, Uncle Jing." Zheng Dagang quickly agreed, "Uncle Jing, you don't need to ask about your body. If we walk together, people will definitely say that you are my brother."

   "Stinky boy, take advantage of me. I'm your father's older brother." Jing Shizhen laughed loudly when he heard the words.

  Sitting on the sidelines and listening to Jing Shizhen and Zheng Dagang chatting, Su Xiaofan could hear the relationship between the two, and the two families were actually family friends.

From the words of the two, Su Xiaofan heard that Jing Shizhen's father, who was also the founder of the Jingxin Hall, had a close relationship with Zheng Dagang's grandfather. After Jing Shizhen returned to China, he first went to Zheng Dagang's house. It was at that time that Zheng Dagang's grandfather had passed away.

I have to say that the fate between people is also doomed. After a few times of dating, Jing Shizhen actually got along very well with Zheng Dagang's father who was a professor of Zheng Dagang, and even recognized Zheng Dagang as his nephew. In fact, it was Jing Shizhen who set up stalls to do business in the market.

   "Brother Gang's mouth is really tight." After hearing about the relationship between the two, Su Xiaofan couldn't help looking at Zheng Dagang. The two brothers had known each other for several years, but they had never heard Zheng Dagang mention this relationship.

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  (end of this chapter)