Outside the Deshengmen house, Wang Yan parked the motorcycle at the door and helped Lao Guan out of Zhizi's bucket.

Lao Guan stood on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief: "How about you, you are so thief. I said you are not short of money, you don't need people, it's great to just make a big jeep. This broken motorcycle does not shelter from the wind or rain, and it's easy to die quickly."

"Be low-key, don't be too ostentatious. In fact, even if I don't buy a car, I have a bus with my treatment, but I just don't want it. When there are cars on the streets, I'll drive it."

Actually, it’s not very bumpy. The seats in the bucket are all renovated, just like sofas, very comfortable. Even though the old master is old, it’s not as hard as soft as it’s not as hard as it’s not as soft as it’s not as good as it’s now. The road conditions are not very good now, and occasionally there are some bumps. The old master is wandering back and forth on the seats, which is not used to it.

At this moment, the closed door opened and a strong man walked out: "Prince!"

"Well, it's nothing to do. Take someone over to see the things and go whatever you should do." Wang Yan waved his hand and let the subordinate stay by himself, stretching out his hand to gesture to the old bar: "Please, Admiral."

Old Guan laughed, and Han Chunming helped him step across the threshold and walked in. Wang Yan clicked a Huazi and followed behind: "Except for this small house at the entrance, there is also a room in the backyard. All other rooms have things in it. You two can see it casually."

Hearing this, Lao Guan opened the door of the second downward room nearby and was stunned when he stood at the door. Because the rest of the downward room except for the first one living room, the rest were opened, and the structure of the house was stabilized by a few pillars and beams. At first glance, there were three rows of tall shelves arranged closely and only accommodated one person. Because the downward room was not light in the north, and the tall shelves blocked the light that was not very sufficient in the room, and it was impossible to see inside, but you could imagine how many things were placed in the door with some strange stones and ornaments placed at the door.

Wang Yan behind him turned on the lights in the house very considerately so that they could see clearly.

Han Chunming was no longer at the moment of old age, but he carefully got in. His mouth was like a mouse entering the rice warehouse, salivating. Happiness came too suddenly, and I don’t know where to start first.

Old Guan was a little more steady. He looked at him and turned to look at Wang Yan at the door: "There are all objects from the Qing Dynasty?"

"The Admiral is very good at seeing things. In addition to calligraphy and painting, I have all arranged things according to the dynasty. In addition to these, there are two rooms. I have so many things I have collected, so many of them in the Qing Dynasty."

"No prospect!" Lao Guan glared at Han Chunming, turned around and walked over the second gate with his hands behind his back, and headed straight to the three main rooms: "Grandpa Jiumen's Admiral looked at the best."

Wang Yan shook his head, walked to the stone bench in the shade of the yard and sat down. After smoking a cigarette, he entered the house.

Lao Guan was wearing reading glasses and surrounding the Ming Dynasty's red sandalwood table with several tripods. One of the Zhou Dynasty's tripods seemed to be able to understand them. Unlike the antiques from later dynasties that could still be used, the biggest function of this kind of bronze tripod that had been thousands of years was archaeology.

Ignoring him, Wang Yan turned around and entered the room. He casually pulled out a rolled painting from the rolling tanks of various periods of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, spread it on the table beside the window, and appreciated it carefully...

Soon, it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Wang Yan looked at the time and greeted: "I said to Admiral, Chunming, we should leave. In a while, the ragged marquis will arrive. The meal has not been cooked yet. Then you don't have to recruit you master and apprentice and lose first."

Lao Guan nodded and sighed: "Then let's go back, the important matter cannot be delayed."

Han Chunming came over with a white jade unicorn, looked at Wang Yan with a smile: "Prince, discuss it?"

Wang Yan glanced at it: "How do you want to discuss the Zigang jade tag with the model?"

"I know that the prince likes calligraphy and painting, and I have the original works of Dong Qichang. This is a great calligrapher, but I don't know anything about calligraphy and painting. I'm wasting my waste, so I'll give it to you for your appreciation. The two of them are more than 30 years apart, but Dong Qichang's reputation is not weak. What do you think?"

"Yes, but in comparison, I took advantage of it. You can use a gadget from the Qing Dynasty to find a supplement."

He has actually seen a lot of Dong Qichang's works. After all, Dong Qichang was still alive at the end of the Ming Dynasty. Although it was useless to him, he could also read it when he got it. Think about the days of the Iron Horse and Glacier River back then, and be pregnant with a good old age...

"Your Majesty, do you think this Yongzheng style bowl with white glaze and rouge water glaze on the inside and dark dragon pattern?" Han Chunming took out a small pink bowl from his pocket and laughed at Wang Yan.

"You guys, you're ready. Just go, don't close the door, they'll close in a while." After saying that, Wang Yan turned around and left.

When he came outside and looked at the door that was tightly closed, Lao Guan asked, "These are not enough for more than 10,000 pieces, right? I heard Chunming say that you still have a lot of Ming and Qing furniture, and I haven't seen much here."

"Well, there is also a house. That house is big and it's a three-in-one place. It's more than half a day when you have time. Let's go and see it."

"It's your kid who is very capable. From this perspective, you can't even hit the 20,000 items you collected, right?"

"I haven't counted it since I've passed 10,000 yuan. It's useless. I'll take a closer look in the future. I'll keep what I like and what I'm useful, and donate the rest to the museum and let them maintain and study it."

"You are old," Han Chunming helped Laojun to sit in a standby and said, "But I think, you might as well find a place, put all your objects in, build your own museum, and go in and see it when you have nothing to do. That feeling, hey, don't say you're so happy. Now the national policies are getting better day by day, and the environment is getting looser day by day. I can't tell you when you can buy land. If that's the case, you can grab land and build a building by yourself. Anyway, you are old and don't have enough money. How can you feel comfortable? Wouldn't that be better?"

"Didn't you say that you like and leave what you are useful. You don't think that there are not many things I like and useful, right? Just so many calligraphy and paintings in the room, all of them are spread out. How big are you talking about?"

While looking lightly and underwritten, he pretended to be a trumpet. Wang Yan got on the motorcycle, kicked the fire, and then left in a straightforward manner. Han Chunming was left alone in the wind and was hit...

After arriving at home, Wang Yan went to Su Meng to show her face. She still had a learning attitude. After waking up and having dinner, she quietly read and studied in the house. As for the little one, she had already had a nap and ran out to play.

There is no need to worry about the safety of children. In this large alley nearby, everyone has a lot of children. Moreover, five or six years old can't go out to play, and when they go out, they will be a big group of people running around back and forth. Even if they are a little surprised, they can discover it as soon as possible...

When I went to Laoguantou's house again, I learned that Laoguantou had to take a nap in the house and had to take a nap every day. And I saw so many things today, and using my brain at high speed was exhausting. In addition, the stimulation of so many things was too great. Even though Laoguantou's mentality was pretty good, it was not his thing after all, but the first time I saw so many antiques in my life, my mentality was not stable. Now they saw less than half of Wang Yan's collection. Most of the houses with three entry were installed, which was more than the second entry. It was exciting to think about it.

If he was sober, he would have changed his favorite things like Han Chunming. He would go back with something he liked. As a result, he hadn't spoken now and hadn't recovered yet. I guess when these two days passed, he should take the initiative to find Wang Yan. He either wanted to change things or pierce the antique pile and look closely. This is the happiness of everyone who likes these antiques.

Feel the humanistic spirit condensed on antiques, imagine how the antique was made and how it flowed, and experience the magnificent history from it...

The time was almost the same. Taozi and Ma were both here and helped in the kitchen. They were talking nonsense. Guan Xiaoguan, who was sitting on the chair in the room, was reading a book.

Seeing Wang Yan coming in with a fan and sitting on the small stool, he poured tea and drank it on his own, the horse rushed out: "Prince, I heard from Chunming that you took the Admiral and the others to see your collection in the morning? Chunming also changed a jade stamp on Zigang?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "I called you, you are not at home."

"Yes, this is not a regret. You said I went out for a whole morning and didn't receive any good things. It would be great to have the opportunity to get your eyes long." Ma Du looked at Wang Yan with a gaze: "Prince, when do you have time to bring me one?"

"Let's go next week, it's all about having fun. I want to read it one by one, and I'll talk about it later. As I expected, the situation has improved in the past two years, and there will be more messy things, and I haven't even seen many things. You have to hurry up, there are only many good things at this time."

"Don't worry, I've also found a few little brothers to help. Then we'll make a decision. Let's go and have a look next week. After hearing Chunming finished speaking, I feel so itchy in my heart. I guess I can't sleep well this week."

Ma Du has also stood up in the past two years. On the one hand, he became an editor two years in advance and came into contact with different groups of people in advance. On the other hand, of course, it was the abnormal influence of Wang Yan. After the establishment of the Special Administrative Region, Han Chunming found a way to make money and became more and more broad. Ma Du's mind must have lived earlier. He is a child from a large courtyard and has an advantage in connections. So he also worked with a group of people to do business, and he made a lot more money than Han Chunming. This is his advantage. Compared to the original Chinese medicine, it is not bad.

So he learned from Wang Yan, let go of his actions, and found some people who could live in trust, and whose status was still far from being a lot smaller, to help with the business. He paid for the speed, the amount of money, and even contacted other provinces to collect. If this continues, at least Madu's things will definitely be much more than originally.

Looking at Ma Du who was lying on the recliner and didn't plan to work again, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled. This boy was embarrassed to stay there. Now that he came over, he could feel at ease.

He didn't take Ma Du's words anymore, but asked Han Chunming: "Are those four small bowls in your hands?"

"It's a must, but it's been ground for more than four years. The ragged Hou can't stand it anymore. He didn't change it with me. Then he came back to find my master with three small bowls. What he told me about before, and this is what he's doing today."

Ma Du interrupted, "I haven't been here for a long time, and it just happened to be a skill. What's going on?"

"When the Qing Dynasty was not yet dead, my master's family was a tax official from Chongwenmen..."

As Han Chunming told the story, a dusty past was revealed again. Of course, it was no different from the plot of the original drama. The Dao Hou was the prince's grandson, and his father killed three other people and stole their small enamel bowls. Then he talked little by little about his experience of knowing Dao Hou and some of the things that happened together over the years, thus saying that this person was not bad. Of course, in the end, he did not forget to praise the old moment and understood the righteousness and did not count the debt of his father to the son of Dao Hou.

The original drama "The Marquis of the Dowl and the Old Qun" met and fought for wine in 1985, but it was 1977 that Han Chunming had met again at that time, and at the beginning he was thinking about the box written by Qianlong. Now it is different, and the two of them communicated and naturally knew that the Marquis of the Dowl had three small enamel bowls in their hands. In fact, it might be that the Marquis of the Dowl knew that Han Chunming was the disciple of the Old Qun and deliberately made it for Han Chunming to show it little by little.

After all, after in-depth exchanges, Han Chunming, who knew nothing, would never hide the old juncture. It was his master's business. He also wanted to eliminate this grudge. His father was dead. He was young at that time, and he really didn't know those things, and he should have returned to dust and soil.

After talking about these things about Chenzhima, Han Chunming said: "My master has a wish, when will he see it? Use the nicknames of their brothers as signs and open four restaurants. I have studied this with Taozi before. Now I see that there are a lot of restaurants on the street. I asked about it and they are all affiliated with the streets, companies, etc., and they can do it by paying some management fees every month. You two masters are not people with shortages. Are you interested in working together? It just so happens that the four of us opened it and four of us directly worked together."

The horse didn't say anything, look at Wang Yan first.

"I'll forget it, you guys don't know that there is still a stall in Pengcheng, and you don't have the intention to run a restaurant again. Besides, your restaurant must be opened, so why should I open it? Just go directly to yours for dinner? Aren't you four? Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Huaiyang cuisine, etc., and you have three popular restaurants, which are economical and delicious, and serve our people.

Open another high-end one, specializing in making fine dishes. Ask those masters who have been in the industry for many years and have excellent cooking skills, they have found all eight major cuisines. Just make one meal that ordinary people work hard for several months, and they have to book, making ten or twenty tables a day, to ensure you make money.”

"I think the prince is right. He has a way of thinking. Normally, opening a restaurant will definitely not lose money. There is no problem with opening three popular stores. The fine restaurant that the prince mentioned is definitely the most profitable. Now there are more and more people who buy cars on the street. There are also some wealthy bosses from the south who come to Beijing to do business, and they will definitely not be short of money. Besides, the prince knows many people, and then he brings two groups to your place and makes a name for himself. This family makes more money than your three companies."

Ma Du said a lot and changed the subject: "But I won't do it with you anymore. If you want to say something big, we can get together to make money together. Just open a restaurant, but you two are enough. Taozi is really good. I think you can do it with him, and you don't have to be distracted. As long as you pay, Taozi and his wife are busy, it's enough to save him from talking about the uneasy food factory."

Taozi nodded: "I said before that they can't do it. That prince is a big scientist, and it's a big deal to open a restaurant. Xiaoma is a literary editor and is involved in the circle of cultural people. Besides, he is also a big business, and he doesn't like the little money he earns when opening a restaurant. Okay, then we will do it. I'll go to Dashilan tomorrow and find a place to clean up, so that we can have dinner in our own restaurant next month."

Is Han Chunming a living Bodhisattva? So he really treats Taozi as his brother. So in the past two years, Han Chunming took risks and was even arrested once, and came back from the south with the goods. After Taozi shot and sold them in another place, the money of the two was equally divided. So in fact, Taozi is also a rich man, even more rich than Han Chunming. After all, a large part of the money Han Chunming earned was used by him to collect things. Taozi really can save money, and it is all in the hands of his wife...

Han Chunming sighed: "I'm thinking that we can open four stores together in one step. Now that these two masters don't do it, let's just make trouble. Prince, what kind of fine restaurant you are talking about can't be counted on in a short time, and how many years will you wait."

"It's okay, there will be a few decades of good work in the future. You can't hurry up in anything." Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, providing some help: "I know the master of the state banquet. When the restaurant is ready, I will ask if their disciples are willing to do anything. However, they may have to pay more money, otherwise they can't leave the state-owned units to stop working. Go to your place. You two can do it well, and you will have a place to drink in the future. Every time you drink, you will be at home for half a day and eat for a long time. How can you be so cool?"

"Oh, thank you for being old, Prince." Han Chunming nodded happily. He had been together for several years. He knew very well what Wang Yan said, and he always said what he said, and he was very conservative, or humble and low-key. Now he said that if there is anyone who is willing to do it, it must be.

After having a silly laugh with Taozi, he asked curiously: "Prince, why do you still know the master of the state banquet?"

"Of course, I went to visit after the state banquet. It was all about the past two years, at that time..."

Wang Yan only knows how to show off and never brags. He used it as a chat and told these people about attending state banquets before, which was to help these people gain insights...

Just as everyone was chatting, Han Chunming, who was holding the spoon, prepared one dish after another, used two stoves to pull the gas pipes of Wang Yan's family. There were many people eating today.

Now in their yard, old juncture, Guan Xiaoguan, Madu, Han Chunming, Taozi, including Wang Yan, there are six people. When the ragged Hou women come, there will be eight. One day, they will have to be energetic. Wang Bin and Han Yi go wherever there is fun. They are mostly men, and they both drink, so they have to drink more and more.

I made twelve dishes, frying, cooking and frying, and swinging a large spoon, but Han Chunming was so tired...

Old Guan had already gotten up, and he had changed into new clothes, took care of his white and sparse hair, and he was neatly on his head. He did not sit down at the big table that had been set up in the yard, but sat on the solid wood chair in the main hall with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of energy, and he looked a little sharp. Of course, while he was sharp, he had not forgotten a fan and a bracelet.

The agreed time was five o'clock. Han Chunming prepared the last dish, washed his hands and brought it to the table at five o'clock. The tattered Hou took his daughter into the open door, turned the screen wall, and appeared at the Moon Gate, which was also five o'clock.

The ragged man was collected and still kept. But now, he had some gray hair and combed neatly. The clothes he wore were very clean, and his trousers and shoes were even clean. He even bought them and had a water-filled clothes. He had no ragged man at all. His hair was oily and flew everywhere, his neck was black and wrinkled, and his clothes were torn and stinky. He looked like he was just a bathhouse.

Just like in the original play, he also attaches great importance to it.

Following him was Hou Su'e wearing floral short sleeves, which were very contemporary, with short hair, a little chubby, and holding a pocket in her hand. Compared to the calmness of the tattered Hou, she saw a bunch of people standing in the yard, staring at the father and daughter, and her eyes were weak and she had no confidence.

The Marquis of the Pure Dang didn't know how Miss Qin was, and even if he knew, he didn't care much. He smiled and bowed his hands all the way, without even looking at the big fish and meat on the table. He just took the girl past everyone, and walked straight into the main hall with the old gaze. Without saying a word, the Qing Dynasty greeted him first.

"Mr. Guan, junior Hou Tinghua, I'll pay you peace."

While speaking, he saw him upright, his left and right hands slapped back and forth twice, just like the Qing Dynasty TV series swaying his big sleeves, and at the same time he stepped forward with his left leg, holding his left knee with his left hand, drooping his right hand, and half-kneeling with his right leg, pausing there.

His eyes were staring at the old junta, as if waiting for him to speak.

In fact, he had already made concessions when he came to the door today. Otherwise, he hadn't visited this alley a few times in the past few decades, and perhaps just those times, he would have just come to see if he was dead or alive at the old moment.

Hou Sue was a little confused when her father did this. She hadn't told her before. Looking at the look of old Guan's glance, she was a little embarrassed. She didn't know what to do, so she simply imitated her father's appearance and made trouble for a few times.

The old master did not let the rags stay there and gave him any warning. Instead, he stood up with a smile and slowly came over to help the rags up: "Forget it, get up."

“Wait.”

The Tao Lang Hou stood up straight and gave way.

Lao Guan walked out with a smile, turned his head to look at the ragged Hou who was behind and following him: "Let's start now!"

"Okay, you're always happy."

The tattered Hou clasped his fists again and walked to the opposite side of the big round table. After Lao Guan sat steadily on the chair, he sat down. Han Chunming carried the Ming Dynasty blue and white wine pot with Maotai, poured wine into the Qing Dynasty blue and white wine glasses that Lao Guan turned out, and then stood at the table honestly...
Chapter completed!