"Is this the secret holy bead of the sacred object in Tibet..."

Old Man Zhu trembledly and took the string of bead-shaped pendants with human eye patterns.

When Old Man Zhu spit out the word "drama beads", Chu Hao felt aroused. He had already doubted that the string of drama beads in front of him looked very similar to the string he had gone to Tibet to worship in the temple in his previous life.

However, it is a holy object in the entire Tibet, how could it be left outside?

There are only two true Dzi beads known to later generations. In addition to the ones enshrined on Sakyamuni, the Jokhang Temple, there is another one, which was given to the superstar surnamed Li who has been sponsoring Tibet for many years.

Regardless of the authenticity, there was a period of time when Douyin was clamoring, so that countless scammers started selling fake Dzi beads at high prices.

He thought, the string in front of him could not have been given to the superstar surnamed Li later...

Chu Hao was not in a hurry to draw a conclusion. He was waiting for Old Man Zhu to speak. Old Man Zhu's expression was very serious at this time, and he repeatedly stroked the beads in his hand, staring at the human eye lines on it.

The expression was not as sure as the identification of the relics beads just now, and it looked a little strange. It made a "huh" sound from its mouth and said to itself:

"No, it's not a Dzi bead, hey, I'm confused, it's the real old Dzi bead..."

Except for Chu Hao, the onlookers, Mr. Zhang and Xu Youwei couldn't understand what Old Man Zhu was saying. They said no, and then said yes.

However, the suspicion on Old Man Zhu's face faded away, and was replaced by a strong shock.

Xu Youwei didn't have much patience. She just came over to watch with curiosity. Unexpectedly, Chu Hao also bought a few antiques. Of course, her family has a lot of these things, and it's not very rare.

Seeing that Old Man Zhu was deliberately hanging and not missing the answer for a long time, Xu Youwei squatted on the ground, bulging her cheeks and urging:

"Old man Zhu, what is the origin of this bead? Tell me quickly. No matter how precious this bead is, is it more rare than the string worn by the old witch's neck?"

Chu Hao knew who the old witch Xu Youwei was talking about. The beads were auctioned at a sky-high price in later generations, which was rare in the world.

Old Man Zhu, who has always liked to bicker with Xu Youwei, ignored her this time. After looking at her for a long time, he finally nodded and looked at Chu Hao with emotion:

"Boy, where did you collect this bead? Can you understand it? Don't worry, I'm half-tied into the coffin and I won't go out to talk nonsense. I'm just curious about the source of this thing..."

"Uncle, I received it from my friend. As for where they got it from, I don't know if you ask me..."

Chu Hao smiled and said, "In the antique industry, the seller's information will be automatically omitted."

"Okay, you guy doesn't want to say that I can't force you, but I just feel itchy. This thing is so rare. I, Old Zhu, have lived for most of my life, and asked myself that I played with various antique beads than you eat. It's the first time I saw such a Dzi bead..."

Old Man Zhu naturally knew this, sighed and rubbed the beads in his hand.

Chu Hao was not in a hurry to take back the beads, his stomach was filled with questions. Seeing that Old Man Zhu seemed to be having fun, he asked with a smile:

"Uncle, since you have seen it all, why don't you tell us about the origin of this thing? I'm just concerned with collecting it. I simply think it's a good thing and can't figure out the value."

Old Man Zhu gave Chu Hao an envious look and sighed:

"You little boy, how lucky you are to leave? Since you asked on your own initiative, I said, but this is also my guess. Just listen to it."

Seeing that several people were curious and listening, even Mr. Zhang, who was not very good at dealing with him, came over, which greatly satisfied Old Man Zhu's vanity of liking to show his saints in front of others.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

He pointed at the human eyeball and spoke slowly:

"In the legend of Tibet, the Dzi beads symbolize the weapons of the gods and their own ornaments, and are holy objects of Tibetan Buddhism. Now, the entire Tibet has undergone layers of complex procedures, and the Buddhist monks are consecrated and blessed by the true Dzi beads passed down from generation to generation are actually very rare. However, the number of five fingers is the most famous one hanging on Sakyamuni in the Jokhang Temple. It is worshipped by believers day and night. In addition, the temple will also cast some second-class Dzi beads, either worn by monks or given to those with destiny.

Many beads are circulated in the Han area and I will see them by chance, but the Dzi beads I mentioned are recorded in history. In fact, there were Dzi beads in Tibet long before Tibetan Buddhism was introduced to Tibet. According to legend, the earliest Dzi beads were made of extremely traditional and ancient. The material used was conch fossils on the Himalayas. The ancient Tibetans used this extremely ancient fossil to process and polish it bit by bit. This kind of Dzi bead is extremely rare and almost invisible. Even if you can't find one in Tibet... "

Old Man Zhu was so excited that Xu Youwei suddenly interrupted:

"I said to Old Man Zhu, you said so much, how much is this bead worth? Without the blessing of the monk, it is just a simple fossil bead..."

"Hey, you little girl don't know anything. Don't interrupt. Besides, using money to measure this kind of treasure is too vulgar and it's simply unbearable!"

Old Man Zhu glared at Xu Youwei with annoyance. Seeing that Chu Hao was also full of money-loving face, he shook his head speechlessly:

"Let me say that, this kind of old gnatural bead is not as high as the Jokhang Temple, but it is better than that of the Jokhang Temple. It is too rare. It is precious and has no market value. When you put it in the temple and eat some incense for decades, it will be difficult to say if you are infected with the Buddha spirit. You can invite it directly to be a family heirloom, and protect your descendants for endless... "

Chu Hao knew it at this time that the double identification of Ma Bowu and Old Man Zhu ruled out the risk of someone doing tricks.

But I didn't expect that the things that Duoji brought back from his hometown were so precious. I remembered that Duoji had said about his grandfather's fellow countryman and picked up a lot of boxes to go home. Chu Hao secretly smacked his tongue.

Chu Hao took back the Buddhist beads and Dzi beads from the reluctant old man Zhu, and then took out the remaining enamel bottles and a few jade bracelets that seemed to drip out of water.

Although the value is not as exaggerated as the first two things, Old Man Zhu still nodded and said that the enamel bottle and jade bracelet are barely considered top-notch. If it were placed in his study when he was a child, it would be ranked second to last on the antique shelf.

Chu Hao's sweat, thinking to himself how rich Old Man Zhu was before. Good guy, the best antiques can only be second to last, which is almost the same as sweeping into a corner.

While tasting things, Old Man Zhu also talked about a lot of antiques. While opening his eyes, he also mastered some basic methods to distinguish the authenticity.

As the sun sets, Chu Hao thought that Aunt Yun was about to get off work time and asked Uncle Zhang to continue to help him see the stall. He first brought a few antiques home to store them, put them in his pocket with 8,000 yuan, and then went straight to Aunt Yun's factory.

Aunt Yun’s Hongxing Textile Factory No. 2 is not far from home. When Chu Hao arrived at the factory gate, he caught up with the huge crowd of people after work.

There was a blue ocean, with men and women, female workers pushing bicycles and talking to female companions around them, and some were shouting at a few buddies to go out for a walk.

The gate was bustling with thousands of people coming out one after another. It was hard to imagine that the smiles on the faces of men and women were too difficult to imagine that the factory was already ineffective and almost unsustainable.

The state-owned factory in the 1980s was the iron rice bowl that countless young men and women dreamed of, with good benefits and high benefits, full reimbursement when they were sick and hospitalized, and they were very proud of their face when they were away.

Except for the prodigal college students who are comparable to giant pandas these days, I am afraid there is no job to compare with.

Anyway, no matter how poor the production efficiency of the factory is, there is a guarantee from the state. No one will believe that a wave of laid-offs that swept across the country is brewing.

This is destined to be a protracted "pain". Chu Hao could imagine how difficult it would be for Aunt Yun, as the deputy factory director, to have enough food for tens of thousands of people every day, so that she would not be forced to be laid off and displaced!

Chu Hao waited at the gate for a long time, but Aunt Yun came out for a long time. The workers who were off work were almost dispersed. He went to the guard to explain his identity. When the guard heard that he was a family member of the deputy factory director, he immediately let him go.

According to the doorman's instructions, Chu Hao entered the office building and went to the third floor, and found Aunt Yun's "Deputy Factory Director's Office".

Just as I was about to knock on the door, I suddenly heard an old lady speaking from the office:

"Xiaoyun, the latest document above has been issued, requiring further deepening of internal reforms of state-owned enterprises, taking on their own profits and losses, and gradually changing to the factory manager's responsibility system. You should have read the document. Originally, I should have talked to the factory manager Li Qingsong about this matter. He has been in poor health for the past or two years and has been recuperating at home. You are responsible for the main production work in the factory. I have talked to him. He is old and is at the age of retirement this year. He is willing to be a favor and nominate you to become the factory manager of our factory. However, there is a prerequisite for this matter..."

"What's the premise, you said." Aunt Yun's familiar voice came from the house.

"Li Qingsong is about to retire, but in recent years, the efficiency of the market he operates has been getting worse every year. He has been at the bottom of the Yanjing textile factory for five consecutive years. Later, he went to recuperate at home and left the factory alone. According to normal procedures, his treatment after retirement will be cut apart. He is not very willing to ask that if you can improve the efficiency of the factory this year and rank in the top three in Yanjing by the end of the year, and take this performance as above and ask him to give an explanation to the above to retire normally. He is willing to nominate you as the factory manager. I have talked to him about this matter several times. I know it is difficult. My old woman who is about to retire can only win this step for you. After all, you are too young. At the end of the year, compete with Deputy Factory Director Zhao Chengguo, and the above is also inclined to Zhao Chengguo, who is older than you..."

Chu Hao listened to the conversation between the two, and involved the exchange of interests. He knew that Aunt Yun had always had the idea of ​​being the factory director.

In his previous life, Aunt Yun seemed to be the deputy factory director for many years. It was not until his father in eastern Guangdong that he was transferred to Beijing and was promoted in disguise.

Chu Hao didn't expect that the reason why Aunt Yun was stuck was that it was difficult to improve profitability under the premise of the overall downturn in state-owned enterprises.

The current factory director Li Qingsong has a good plan and takes the position of factory director as bait to attract Aunt Yun to make wedding dresses for him.

This must involve open and secret struggles with another deputy factory director. Whether or not the nomination of Aunt Yun is still unknown, it is purely a verbal agreement.

It's really easy to plot. Although the current factory director is not in the factory, he still holds the entire factory tightly.

Chu Hao silently squeezed the conversation between the two. When the door was pushed open, he saw an old lady with a hunchbacked body coming out.

When the old lady walked away, Chu Hao knocked on the door lightly, and Aunt Yun's slightly tired voice came:

"Come in."

Aunt Yun sat on the chair with a solemn face. When she saw that Chu Hao came to find her, her face shone brightly and said with a smile:

"Look at my aunt's busyness, I almost forgot the main business. When did Xiaohao come? Did you eat? Let's go before you eat."

Chu Hao pretended not to hear the conversation between the two, and curled his lips as if he was disgusted:

"Auntie, I can't get used to the pig food in your cafeteria. Let's take you out to eat. You forgot that I'm so rich now!"

"You bastard, you are still getting pulled from your aunt. Let's do it. I'll enjoy your blessing today."

Chu Hao and Aunt Yun left the factory and came to a noodle restaurant on the street. Originally, Chu Hao wanted to take Aunt Yun to have a big meal, but it would have to be Yanjing roast duck. Aunt Yun waved her hand and said she would go to Zheng Jiancheng's house later.

Looking at the two bowls of old Yanjing fried noodles ordered by Aunt Yun, Chu Hao and Duoji had not completely digested the fried noodles, and the charming taste of onion and garlic remained in his mouth.

Chu Hao didn't talk much nonsense, and silently picked up the noodle bowl to make it. Aunt Yun thought Chu Hao was so hungry that she crossed her face from time to time.

The more Chu Hao said no, the more Aunt Yun thought Chu Hao was considering her. In the end, someone burped with the smell of onion, garlic and soy sauce, and stroked his stomach and collapsed on the chair.

He swore that he would never eat fried noodles in the next month, and he would vomit and vomit.

After dinner, Chu Hao followed Aunt Yun towards the south of the city. The two walked for half an hour and arrived at an alley where bungalows gathered.

"It's here, I'll go in later. If someone doesn't welcome us if he does anything, don't be impulsive, just follow my aunt's arrangements."

Chu Hao nodded, and the two finally stopped at the door of a yard, which was filled with all kinds of domestic garbage. The smell of smell of smell in the hot summer came to your nose.

Before Aunt Yun knocked on the door, a woman's crying sounded in the yard:
Chapter completed!