Fisherman's Secret

Mr. Wang caressed the body of the bottle carefully, with a very focused and loving expression on his face, as if what he was looking at was not a cold piece of porcelain, but his first love deeply buried in his heart.

Fang Jing got goosebumps all over his body, touched his arm, and said, "Old man, take your time, I still have something to do."

"Go and do your work." Mr. Wang waved his hand and said indifferently.

Fang Jing called out: "Chichi, come here and pour a cup of tea for the guests."

So Ye Chi ran over to serve tea and water to others. The kid was very smart. He knew that the bottle was probably weird. Anyway, there were not many customers. went back to the room.Ye Chi squatted beside him to watch the excitement.

He has to take good care of his brother, what if the bottle is an expensive item and someone walks away without paying attention?

Mr. Wang looked at it for a long time, still feeling a little uneasy, so he told his assistant a few words, and an assistant ran to the yard, opened the trunk of the car and brought a strange-looking instrument.Mr. Wang took this instrument and swept it back and forth against the pan-mouth porcelain several times, especially at the bottom of the bottle, and then he nodded again and again.

"Young man, where did this bottle come from?" Mr. Wang asked Ye Chi kindly.

Ye Chi immediately lifted his spirits, and made up a lot of stories about collectors who went to the countryside to pick up leaks, and ended up picking up sky-high antiques.He blinked his big round eyes and said, "I don't know, it belongs to my brother, let me tell him to come over."

His brother is a professional in cultural relic appraisal, and his vision is much better than his. He will definitely not be deceived casually.

Although Fang Jing has been busy, he has been secretly paying attention to this side. Hearing Ye Chi calling him, he came over slowly, holding a small towel in his hand, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Chi pointed at Mr. Wang: "This old gentleman asked you about the broken vase."

Fang Jing frowned when he heard that, thinking, you idiot, you treat tens of thousands or even 10,000+ things as broken vases, Ye Xiaochi, that's all you have done in your life.

Although the collection of porcelain has always been valuable in ancient China, especially the official kilns of the Song, Ming and Qing dynasties. Compared with the price of Songgalo porcelain in ancient Siam, it is still a serious antique, right? !In the eyes of Chinese people, Songjialuo porcelain is not valuable, but in the eyes of Siamese, it is something from the ancestors, with different meanings, and it is by no means a broken vase.

Thinking so in his heart, Fang Jing didn't show it at all on his face.

He wiped the water stains on his hands with a towel, looking unconcerned.

"Oh, this one? This is what my dad caught from the sea when he was fishing in his early years. The Songgalo porcelain from Siam is not as expensive as the things unearthed by our ancestors."

Mr. Wang was amused when he heard it. This little boss is still very knowledgeable.

"That's right, my brother is a high-achieving student majoring in cultural relics appraisal at Haicheng University! He works in the Haicheng Museum." Ye Chi said triumphantly, as if feeling a little gloomy.

Since he is a member of the circle, it is estimated that there will be no big leaks. Mr. Wang simply saved the superficial greetings and said: "The little boss is a knowledgeable person. I am very interested in this coiled and carved amphora. It is preliminarily estimated that it is Song Jialuo porcelain from the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, which is very similar to the style of Cizhou kiln. Although it is genuine, you also know that Song Jialuo porcelain has not been as popular as ancient Chinese porcelain in China. I went to see the shipwreck site last time, but I ran into it here. Thirty thousand, do you think the price is right? If it’s right, I’ll keep it.”

Ye Chi's eyes widened, his eyes turned back and forth on the inconspicuous vase, and his mouth couldn't close.

Thirty thousand? ! ! !

What an expensive bottle!

Ye Chi immediately wanted to hold the bottle and not let go.

Fang Jing has a little understanding of the market of Song Jialuo porcelain. The price in China is far lower than the price of blue and white porcelain from the six kilns. However, although 3 yuan is a bit small for an ordinary plate-top bottle, it can be sold at a low price. .Of course, if it is sold to the Siamese, it will probably be a little more expensive, but who made him need money urgently now!

And he is not a reliable person, so he dare not sell it.

This Mr. Wang has even been praised by Professor Lu, at least his character is passable.

"[-] is a bit small, add a little more, and I'll sell it for [-]." Fang Jing said casually.

He is short of money now, so he can sell a little more.

Although Mr. Wang is not short of money, he is obviously a very cautious person. He said: "The price of Song Jialuo porcelain is not high in China. I can only preliminarily conclude that it is genuine. Ordinary folk porcelain has no collection value at all, so I will lose it."

He is a collector, but he is also a businessman. Firstly, he likes to collect treasures, and secondly, he has the idea of ​​waiting for the appreciation in the future. No one is willing to do a loss-making business.

Fang Jing smiled and took a step back: "Thirty-eight thousand, it can't be less, and I would rather keep it myself. If Mr. Wang is worried, I can ask my tutor to come over and palm your eyes for you. He is Hai Mr. Wang may still know the professor of cultural relics identification major, whose surname is Lu."

When mentioning Professor Lu, Mr. Wang was obviously more interested: "You are Mr. Lu's student? No wonder you know the market so well."

Many of his collections have been inspected by Professor Lu. Professor Lu has a sharp eye and rich experience. As long as he has seen it, he basically never misses it.In his collection room, there are several collections that Professor Lu has seen, which have almost doubled in recent years.

Because of Professor Lu's relationship, the atmosphere suddenly improved a lot. Finally, the engraved amphora was sold at a price of [-] yuan.

Fang Jing looked at the bank account information sent from his mobile phone, feeling particularly happy.

They are a fishing village, and it is normal for fishermen to catch some strange things when they go out to sea. Fang Jing had been holding his hands and refused to take things out, mainly because he was worried that the pirates still had accomplices, Fang’s parents and Fang’s mother Fang Xiaole lives in the village, afraid of hurting them.

Now that the three of them have all gone to the United States, Fang Jing has no worries about having a child, and relying on the pretense of Fang's father's fishing in the early years, it is not a big problem to find something and sell it.

"By the way, when my dad went to sea, he caught a lot of such broken bottles and cans. Some of them have been broken over the years, but there are still some left. If the old man is interested, I can look for them and see if there are any." When the assistant went upstairs with the handicap bottle and only Mr. Wang was sitting on the bamboo chair drinking tea in the hall, Fang Jing said with a smile.

A piece of Songgalo porcelain may not be worth much, but if it is in a complete set, it is still more valuable for collection.Hearing Fang Jing say that a lot of such porcelains have been fished up, Mr. Wang became a little interested: "How many more?"

Fang Jing thought for a while and said, "I don't really remember. My dad caught it before. At that time, I didn't understand it and thought it was worthless. I guess there should be a lot."

"Well, you can look for it, and if you find it, bring it here and let me have a look." Speaking of this, Mr. Wang asked curiously, "You also learned this yourself, why did you think of selling it to me? It may take a few days to hold it in your hand." It will increase in value over the years.”

Fang Jing smiled embarrassedly: "My family is poor. My dad went fishing in the sea, and his legs were amputated in an accident. This farmhouse was built with funds from my classmates. For me, it can't be changed into cash now. It's just a pile of scrap metal."

Fang Jing said this very frankly. His family is poor, and he is in a hurry to spend money now. These ancient porcelains, which look very precious, are no different from a pile of useless bottles and jars. How many years will it take for them to appreciate?

After all, this kind of porcelain that is not particularly expensive is completely different in the hands of ordinary people like them and in the hands of people like Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang also laughed. He seemed to think that Fang Jing was very interesting. Young people these days, want to show off their face, and if they have no money in their pockets, they have to borrow money to show off. It's really rare.

The lad had his appetite.

Fang Jing waved to Ye Chi, signaling him to treat Mr. Wang well, and then went back to the old house to move things.

When he got home, Fang Jing closed the door, first went to the yard to find a wooden box, and then took a dozen pieces of porcelain from the water bubble and threw them in. In order to make it more real, he put almost half of the box of broken porcelain. He was ready to send it to Mr. Wang, but when he went out the door, he saw Mr. Wang with his hands behind his back, accompanied by Cen Jiuhuang with an assistant.

Fang Jing: "..."

Well, this box is actually quite heavy, and it would be nice to save him a trip.

Mr. Wang didn't hold out much hope at first, after all, people dump countless rubbish into the sea every year. Fishermen occasionally catch good things when they go out to sea, but most of the time they are just useless rubbish. The box of porcelain, although half of the box is full of broken pieces of porcelain, but the rest of the dozen or so intact pieces are basically authentic ancient Siamese Songgalo porcelain. In an era, especially when he found a golden goblet, it is more precious. It is said that in the Yuan Dynasty, some craftsmen fled to Siam in order to avoid the war, where they opened kilns and fired porcelain. A set of exquisite porcelain was presented as a tribute to the royal family, including a set of seven identical golden goblets.

This set of golden goblets has three pieces already in the world, one was short-lived in the overseas black market, and its whereabouts are unknown now; It is only treasured in the Royal Museum of Siam.

Such a precious golden goblet was thrown in a broken box by Fang Jing as if it was a worthless mainland product, and Mr. Wang was a little bit heartbroken.

Fang Jing's heart was also broken. He didn't expect that a box of porcelain could not compare to the broken wine glass he threw to Cen Jiu at the beginning. He is really a master!

Because this wine glass is relatively expensive, Mr. Wang's attitude is also very cautious, and he specially asked Professor Lu to look at it before finalizing the price of 200 million.

A small cup is nearly [-] times more expensive than a vase that is several times larger in size. Once again, it is an unbreakable truth that concentration is the essence.

Fang Jing received the transfer notice, and seeing the 200 million in the account, he was still a little dazed, and then ecstatic.

Sure enough, no one is rich without a windfall. If he used his salary in the museum, it would take him more than 20 years to save it without eating or drinking. This strengthened Fang Jing's confidence in making a windfall.

It feels good to be rich!

"Brother, what are we having for dinner?" Ye Chi leaned over and asked.

The kid was busy running around in the farmhouse these days. After the [-]th Golden Week passed, the guests went back one after another. Those who went to work and those who went to school went to school. The farmhouse quieted down again, and it was considered a breath of relief.

Fang Jing had money in his hands, and he didn't want to treat this cheap kidnapped laborer badly. He immediately waved his hand and said proudly, "Let's go out to eat."

"Oh, then I want to eat Three Cups of Chicken." Ye Chi said happily.

"Okay, you can eat whatever you want today." Fang Jing waved his hand, and took Ye Chi, the only employee currently under his command, and his boyfriend, Cen Jiu, to the town for a big meal.

After eating and drinking some wine, Fang Jing was in high spirits, and he didn't call for a car, and walked home from the town with Cen Jiu and Yechi.

Fang Jing was still immersed in the joy of suddenly having an income of 200 million. He patted Ye Chi on the shoulder and said proudly: "Chi Chi, work hard, I will let you be the big boss in the future."

Ye Chi gritted his teeth and laughed silly: "What a boss! Just the three of us are the bosses of Nongjiale?"

His elder brother is the boss, ninth elder brother does manual labor, and he serves customers with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head by his brother.

"Hey, what is a mere farmhouse?" Fang Jing looked at him with a bit of hatred, "Your brother and I will use the entire Dongzhuang in the future, no no no no, use the free land in the whole town to build a A big resort. There is also the island in front of our village. When I get rich, I will buy the whole island. We will also build a sailing hotel on the island. It is as high as the sky, and it is more luxurious than Boci Hotel. The name I've made up my mind, I'll call it Jiufang Hotel, and let Chi Chi be the boss, let you take care of everyone, and when you go out, everyone will bow to you and call you Mr. Chi."

Fang Jing has fallen into fanatical imagination about the future and cannot extricate himself from it. His eyes are shining brightly, as if he really sees the not-too-distant future. A hotel that is taller and more luxurious than Boci Hotel will rise from the ground, and he is behind the scenes. boss.

Ye Chi was already stunned by his brother's big cake, touched his face, and began to protest again: "Why is it called Jiu Fang instead of Chi Fang? Fang Chi is also fine!"

No matter which of these two names is good, he doesn't choose, really he doesn't choose at all.

Then his head was slapped again by his brother.

Fang Jing glanced at him sideways: "Then what about your ninth brother? Let you be the boss, of course the name of the hotel must be your ninth brother's."

His brain was dulled by alcohol, yet Ye Chi didn't realize what was wrong with his words, and nodded: "That's fine, I'll give the name to Brother Nine, let's talk about it first, Brother will let me be the boss in the future,"

"Hey hey, there is a future." Fang Jing came up madly, and refused to leave, lying on Cen Jiu's back, playing a rogue and said: "I don't want to leave, you carry me back."

Fang Jing acted like a baby once in a while, and Cen Jiu couldn't refuse at all. He squatted down silently, bent one leg, supported Fang Jing's knee with both hands, and slowly stood up.

Such a grown-up, to walk a long way actually requires brother Jiu to carry it on his back!

Ye Chi seemed to be stunned by his brother's shameless behavior. It took him a long time to react, and he yelled jealously: "I don't want to leave either, I want brother Jiu to carry it."

Cen Jiu: "..."

Fang Jing lay on Cen Jiu's back, tilted his head to look at Ye Chi and smiled, stretched out his hand to stroke the soft hair on Ye Chi's head, and snorted: "Go away, your ninth brother belongs to me alone. "

"I don't—" Ye Chi hung on Cen Jiu's arm and refused to leave.

Cen Jiu's head was full of black lines, he supported Fang Jing's leg and pushed up, turned his head to Fang Jing and said "Hold tight", then crossed his hand, dragged him away with Ye Chi in his arms.

Fang Jing lay on Cen Jiu's back and was restless. He touched Cen Jiu's face for a while, and rubbed Cen Jiu's neck for a while. on the ground.

Cen Jiu dragged two grown men and had to endure Fang Jing's harassment from time to time. He walked extremely hard all the way. When he finally got home, he threw Ye Chi on the bed like a dead pig, and dragged Fang Jing into the room. He took off his clothes while walking, and before he reached the door, Fang Jing's clothes were stripped down to only a pair of underpants.

Looking at Fang Jing's white chest, Cen Jiu's eyes darkened, and with a "bang", he kicked the door shut. Cen Jiu pressed Fang Jing against the door and began to kiss.

Fang Jing opened his eyes blankly to cooperate with him, his brows were clear and handsome, his slightly drunk face was flushed under the light, and there was a special attraction shining.

Cen Jiu put his arms around his waist and kissed him vigorously. Fang Jing was already impulsive after drinking, but when Cen Jiu kissed him twice, he was very excited, and soon reacted, his whole body was so hot that he seemed about to explode.

The two were entangled like beasts, in a state of confusion, Fang Jing carelessly touched Cen Jiu's young and thin body, not knowing where he had bumped into, Cen Jiu, who had always worked hard and seldom made a sound in love affairs. Jiu hissed, then decisively lifted Fang Jing up, threw him on the bed, and immediately pressed his whole body onto it.

From the beginning to the end, Cen Jiu didn't say much, just kept kissing Fang Jing, paying attention to the expression on his face and adjusting his movements. If Fang Jing showed a slightly uncomfortable expression, he would stop and kiss gently. He will not continue until the expression on Fang Jing's face relaxes again.

This time Cen Jiu did it for an extra long time, until the two of them exercised physically and mentally, and Fang Jing was almost awake from the wine, so tired that his eyes were dizzy, he collapsed on the bed and gasped for breath, and he didn't recover for a long time .

Cen Jiu got up diligently, ran to the bathroom to fill up the water, carried Fang Jing to the bathroom to wash clean and refreshed, wiped off the water on his body, and carried him back to the bed.

Fang Jing was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to move a finger, and he kept fighting when his eyelids touched the bed. Before he fell asleep, he was still thinking that he must install a bathroom in the bedroom in the future. How inconvenient it is to run back and forth like this every day.