The driver was startled for a moment and then said with a smile: "I guess you are here for a trip. Since you are here for a trip, you must stay at the Taihe Hotel.
Taihe Hotel is the most famous hotel in Jiuyan City, with a good location and convenient transportation.”
Fang Lin nodded without objection.
The driver cheerfully started to use the meter. Taihe Hotel is not very close, and if we take a little detour, we can earn fifty or sixty yuan for this order, which is great.
It was already evening, and Fang Lin planned to stay one night, buy some necessities, and then leave for Shenjia early tomorrow morning.
The driver was in a very good mood. Along the way, he pointed out some famous scenic spots and places to visit in Jiuyan City from time to time.
When we were approaching the Taihe Hotel, the driver pointed to a place and said: "That's Xuanyu Antique Street. Northern Hubei is also a place with outstanding people. It has been inhabited since the Han Dynasty. After several generations, Taihe Mountain has continued to be popular.
Especially in the Ming Dynasty, Taihe Mountain was the temple of the royal family. Countless dignitaries came here, and many celebrities were buried in the surrounding mountains.
Therefore, the antiques here are also very famous. If you have time, little brother, you can go and play here.
But listen to my brother, just go in and have a look, don’t buy anything. After all, we are all ordinary people, how can we really find any good things."
Fang Lin was really interested in what he was told, and simply said: "Then put me here, I'll go and have a look first."
"Ah?" The driver's face suddenly turned bitter.
If I had known better, I wouldn't have said anything. Why do I owe so much? It's still about ten yuan's drive from here to Taihe Hotel. The money I got was just lost by my own words.
Although he felt bitter in his heart, he didn't show it on his face. He parked the car with a smile and said, "I wish you a happy trip."
I looked at the meter and it was 62.
Fang Lin took out a hundred yuan, put it on the car and said, "Thanks, no need for change."
When the driver was stunned, Fang Lin got out of the car, then stood outside the car and said: "Oh, that's right.
Is someone in your family sick? When boiling traditional Chinese medicine, remember to turn from high heat to low heat and don’t boil the soup dry.
I smell the smell on your body, it's poisonous gas caused by over-drying Chinese medicine for a long time.
If the soup is too dry, it will be poisonous."
After that, Fang Lin crossed the road and walked into Xuanyu Antique Street.
The taxi driver held the hundred-dollar bill and stared at Fang Lin's back with disbelief on his face. He couldn't recover for a long time.
In the middle of Xuanyu Antique Street, in a shop, Master Park Hui and several people wandered here.
Song Jinhao pointed to a cupboard and said funny: "Boss, why are you still buying gold ingots here? When did gold become an antique?"
Master Pu Hui and others stared at the gold ingot with some interest. Even Hu Keer took a second look.
The owner of the shop is a gentle man in his fifties, wearing a Tang suit. He never leaves his hand with a purple clay teapot. While sipping tea, he shakes his head and smiles: "Brother, how do you know the origin of this gold ingot?" xdw8
This was the fifth time Zheng He purchased from the West during his voyage to the West in the 17th year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty.
Gold itself is not considered an antique, but Zheng He's voyages to the West are an important part of our Chinese history.
Tell me, does this gold still count as an antique?"
"Oh?" Song Jinhao was moved in his heart and asked, "How much does this gold ingot cost?"
"Wow!" The boss closed the folding fan, pointed his fingers, and said, "Five million, I won't sell it for even one penny less."
Master Pu Hui and Master Ziyang got close to each other and asked: "Master, is this true?"
Ziyang Zhenren changed his attire at this time, looking like an unruly old man who is a fashionista.
There is no way, after all, he is a well-known real person in Zixiao Palace. If he still dresses like a Taoist priest, he will be easily recognized in Jiuyan City.
Shaking his head, Master Ziyang said sincerely: "Frankly speaking, I don't understand either."
Liu Ruian whispered: "You two are devoted to cultivation, but you don't know much about this merchant.
I grew up in Beijing, so I am quite familiar with Panjiayuan.
In fact, in my opinion, the story about Zheng He's voyages to the West to buy gold ingots is very true.
And this gold ingot is indeed gold.
However, this gold ingot is definitely not the one Zheng He bought on his voyages to the West."
Pu Hui and Ziyang nodded: "Well, that makes sense."
The three of them were highly cultivated, and their words only reached their ears. Others did not hear what they said at all.
The boss was calm and composed. After quoting a fixed price, he opened the folding fan and drank tea while fanning it. He didn't seem to care at all whether they would buy it or not.
Song Jinhao lay on the cupboard, looked at it, and asked, "Can you pick it up and take a look?"
The boss said: "Of course, there are gloves there, just put them on and you can do whatever you want."
Putting on his gloves, Song Jinhao took out the gold ingot. After examining it for a moment, he looked at Hu Ke'er and asked, "Ke'er, do you think this thing is worth buying?"
Hu Keer glanced at it and said, "You can see for yourself, I don't understand."
Jean Qingyun said: "Jin Hao, I think it's better to forget it.
If you like gold, I will bring you dozens of kilograms from the tribe next time, including all kinds of gold."
Song Jinhao glanced at Qingyun and said, "You and I are not relatives, how can I have the nerve to accept so much gold from you."
As if to quickly clear up the relationship with Rang Qingyun and prevent Hu Keer from misunderstanding, Song Jinhao quickly turned to the boss and said: "Five million, I want it!"
"Brother is really cheerful." The boss laughed and said, "But to be honest, I really don't make anything with five million.
This kind of thing with a clear price is basically a loss-making business. After all, a pound of gold costs more than 100,000 yuan. Even if this gold ingot is sold for gold recycling, it will cost a lot of money."
After Song Jinhao listened, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.
Soon, Song Jinhao and his boss settled the matter, and the boss even gave him a complete set of cultural relic appraisal documents.
Several people then walked out of the shop and continued shopping forward.
Along the way, Song Jinhao kept the gold ingot close to his body like a treasure, feeling very proud of himself.
This was an object purchased by Zheng He on his voyages to the West. After buying it back, he must have dedicated it to the emperor of the dynasty. It is an antique of great historical significance.
Even if you don't sell it, just collect it and keep it as a family heirloom, that's still good.
After all, they were all strange people, and their ages and interests were very different, so they became separated while walking.
Master Pu Hui and Master Ziyang walked together. They were not very interested in antiques and cultural relics. They just talked in low voices as they walked. They looked like close friends.
Liu Ruian was most interested in objects from the Qing Dynasty, especially snuff bottles and other objects, so he stopped and became a lonely person.
This chapter has been completed!