Chapter 381 The sheep-killing technique inherited from the Suisui family
From the first day of the Lunar New Year to the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Jima relied on the jokes he made with his inadvertent stupidity and funny behavior. Driven by the videos posted by himself and other peers in the village, he successfully shaped him into this person.
The most joyful wonders of Chinese New Year.
Fortunately, Jima, who always had a bit of idol baggage, finally calmed down a lot after Gorman called to remind him. Not only did he stop messing around in the next few days, he even drank to a certain extent and never allowed himself to really drink.
drunk.
On the early morning of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Wei Ran and Suisui took Jima to say goodbye to their parents and grandparents, and took the high-speed train to the capital for a few days of fun.
In the past few days, the content of the videos Ji Ma took, except that he was cheated by Wei Ran and Suisui every now and then without knowing it, the rest became more and more serious. Most of the time, he pretended to be a Russian
, or to be more precise, from the perspective of an Inta man far away from Moscow, he observed what Wei Ran and Suisui showed him, and talked about his views in the video, and by the way guessed that his father saw
What will be the reaction afterwards?
In the blink of an eye, it was the evening of the tenth day of the first lunar month. Ji Ma, who had become popular on China's short video platform, rushed to the airport on the second day of Valentine's Day under the leadership of Wei Ran and Suisui, preparing to meet Alek.
Professor Sai and Zhou Shujin took a flight to Finland to continue the suspended film shooting.
However, before the three of them could wait for the professor and Zhou Shujin at the airport, Chen Guangling called first.
"Happy New Year, Mr. Chen," Wei Ran greeted politely after answering the phone, and subconsciously turned on the recording function.
"Happy New Year to you too." After a brief greeting, Chen Guangling took the initiative and said, "Wei Ran, I don't know if it's convenient for you these two days. I would like to bring an old gentleman to meet you."
"Old sir?" Wei Ran thought briefly and came up with a rough guess, "Luo Xiang's master? Has he succeeded in his apprenticeship?"
"Successful!" Chen Guangling said happily, "But the person who wants to see you is not his master, but an elder of his master."
"Teacher Chen, did the other party tell me why he wanted to meet me?" Wei Ran asked after thinking for a while.
"He said he wanted to talk to you about the quiet spring in bed."
Seemingly worried that Wei Ran would misunderstand, Chen Guangling chased after him and said, "Or if it's convenient for you now, I can give him the phone number and let the old gentleman talk to you?"
"Okay, give him the phone," Wei Ran said happily.
After a while, an old voice sounded on the other end of the phone, "Hello, Mr. Wei, my surname is Tao, you can just call me Lao Tao."
"Mr. Tao, I wonder what you want from me?" Wei Ran simply found a rest chair and sat down, while waiting for Mr. Tao's explanation.
"Mr. Wei, do you want to part with the Guqin Youquan bed?" Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone asked straight to the point.
"I won't sell it," Wei Ran responded simply. He had promised to give the piano to Suisui before the Chinese New Year. Plus, he was not short of money now, so naturally he would not sell it.
"I'm willing to spend two million, I don't know..."
"Not for sale," Wei Ran continued to say simply.
"What about... five hundred... five million?" Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone gritted his teeth and offered an unexpectedly high price with a hint of prayer.
"Mr. Tao, I just don't want to sell, and the price has nothing to do with it."
Wei Ran paused for a moment when he said this, and then asked doubtfully, "And as far as I know, the bed in Youquan seems to be far from worth that much money."
"My father sold the bed piano, and I just want to redeem it." Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone gave an explanation that was difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Hearing this, Wei Ran suddenly asked a question that he shouldn't have asked, "Who did your father sell it to?"
Mr. Tao was silent for a moment and explained frankly, "It was sold to a British missionary, but that was all in the 1930s."
"Why don't you tell the story of the bed piano in detail? I'm a little curious about how it ended up abroad." Wei Ran asked directly. He and Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone had never met and had no friendship, so naturally they
Then you won't be too concerned about the other person's feelings. On the other hand, it's a good thing if the other person is willing to say it. If you don't want to say it, you won't lose anything.
Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone sighed and explained, "It was around the Laba Festival in 1934 that I got diphtheria. In order to save me, my father sold the Youquan bed where he supported his family.
Live me.
Later, when my father saved enough money and wanted to find the missionary to buy the piano back, the man had already left Peiping at that time. I thought I would never see the quiet spring in my life again, but I didn't expect it.
..”
"Although I'm very sorry, the Youquan bed still can't be sold." As he spoke, Wei Ran shook his head at Suisui who looked sympathetic next to him.
"If you don't want to sell it... If you don't want to sell it, then don't sell it, alas!"
Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone seemed to have anticipated this outcome. He sighed again and asked, "Mr. Wei, I wonder if I can buy the contents of this bed?"
"What is it?" Wei Ran asked knowingly, as it was the last time to verify how much moisture there was in the other person's words.
Mr. Tao seemed to have guessed Wei Ran's thoughts, and replied simply, "There are Guangling Sanji calligraphy handwritten by my father, and a ball of waste paper that I stuffed in with my own hands. Wei...Mr. Wei
, you wouldn’t have put..."
"No, I still have the calligraphy score and the scraps of paper that were stuffed inside."
Wei Ran gave an answer in a calm tone that made the other party breathe a sigh of relief. He was not lying. Not only did he keep those things, but they were also placed in the piano case containing the guqin Youquan, but Wei Ran was in the piano case.
There is a layer of cushioning sponge inside and the edges are sealed with double-sided tape, so it is just covered.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! And the reason why he kept these things was because he thought that when he wanted to sell the guqin one day, he might be able to use these things to tell a good story.
The story only sold for a good price, but now that he didn't plan to sell the piano, this good story came to his door.
"I stuffed those waste paper balls in," Mr. Tao's bitter tone was filled with regrets and memories.
Wei Ran took a sip of the coffee Ji Ma bought not far away and asked slowly, "Mr. Tao, if you could answer some of my questions, what about the subtraction music notation left by your father and what you stuffed into it at that time?"
I can give you those paper balls that I left."
"What's your question?" Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone asked expectantly.
"When I discovered the bed of Youquan, its name was well disguised, and as I just said, there were a lot of things stuffed in its belly." Wei Ran paused here and turned.
He asked doubtfully, "But wouldn't it mean that it couldn't be sold at a high price?"
"My father is just worried that if he sells it at a high price, he won't be able to get it back."
Mr. Tao answered Wei Ran's doubts with a simple sentence, and then took the initiative to say, "According to my father, the Englishman just regarded the bed as a decoration hanging in the room. He
I was very confident that I could redeem it. But I didn't expect that when my father saved enough money, the British man also left Peiping. From then on until the founding of the People's Republic of China, my father was looking for this quiet spring.
That British missionary."
"Mr. Tao, what is your age this year?" Wei Ran suddenly asked an off-topic question.
Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned by the former's jumping question, and then he answered, "Ninety-nine or eighty percent."
Hearing this, Wei Ran first confirmed that the phone was still recording the call, and then said, "Mr. Tao, please give the phone to Teacher Chen."
"Then... okay..." Mr. Tao sighed and handed the phone to Chen Guangling, who had been standing next to him in disappointment.
"Wei Ran," Chen Guangling said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't either..."
"It's okay," Wei Ranhun responded nonchalantly. When the other party borrowed the piano, he had already foreseen that something like this would happen.
Before Chen Guangling could speak, Wei Ran continued, "Teacher Chen, the Youquan bed and the matching box are definitely not for sale, but the calligraphy score reduction music that Mr. Tao mentioned just now can be given to him."
"Really?!" Mr. Tao's voice of surprise came from the other end of the phone, obviously hearing what Wei Ran was saying.
Quan Dang didn't hear Mr. Tao's words. Wei Ran paused and continued, "Teacher Chen, are you listening?"
"Yes, I'm listening," Chen Guangling responded quickly, and at the same time smiled apologetically at Mr. Tao who was standing aside.
"In this case, please tear off the layer of cushioning sponge in the piano case. The reduced calligraphy score and those paper balls are placed inside. These things can be given to Mr. Tao as a souvenir, but the guqin and the piano case
I won’t sell it anymore.”
"Okay! Okay!"
Chen Guangling on the other end of the phone quickly agreed, and at the same time hinted at Wei Ran, "I, Old Chen, owe you a favor this time. When I return to the capital tomorrow, Luo Xiang and I will personally give the guqin to you."
You send me home to apologize."
"Teacher Chen, you're welcome. We're out of town these days. I'll just pick it up from your musical instrument store in a few days. You don't have to make a trip." After Wei Ran finished speaking, he waited for the other party to respond.
He immediately hung up the phone.
"Why didn't you sell the guqin to that old gentleman?" Suisui asked puzzledly until this moment, "He is so pitiful. Isn't this guqin a relic of his father?"
"If he were as old as Chen Guangling, he would just sell it." Wei Ran put away his phone and said rationally, "But you just heard that the old gentleman is already 98."
"Does this have something to do with age?" Suisui became more and more puzzled. She didn't have to sell the piano, she just felt pity for Mr. Tao.
"Of course it matters"
Wei Ran picked up the coffee and took a sip. In order to take care of Jima, who was sitting on the other side with a confused look on his face, he simply changed to Russian and asked, "How many years do you think this 98-year-old man can live?"
"Um..." Suisui and Jima looked at each other, unable to answer this question at all.
"Let's assume he can live 10 years."
Wei Ran continued to speak in Russian while answering questions, "Even if this old man does not sell the Youquan he bought in these 10 years, when the old man goes to Hexi, can you guarantee that his children and grandchildren will not sell it?"
Will he sell this piano? After all, the old man is asking for 5 million. Or if you take a step back, can you guarantee that his children and grandchildren will not sell this piano to foreigners like Mr. Tao's father?"
"What's wrong, foreigner..." Jima, who was listening to the excitement, muttered dissatisfiedly.
Suisui, who had never considered herself a foreigner, scratched the back of her head and asked, "Is this why you don't sell to the other party?"
Wei Ran smiled and said, "That's almost half of the reason. I don't want to wrong the piano, so I can only wrong the old gentleman. Besides, I didn't give him the subtraction music score written by his father.
Is he dead?"
"What's the other half of the reason?" Suisui asked with interest.
Wei Ran glanced at the time on his phone and continued, "Since the other party is the elder of Chen Luoxiang's new master, even if he is not a master, there is a high probability that he is at least a professional who can play the piano. You don't know this.
Opinion?"
"No objection," Suisui and Jima replied in unison, and the latter even added in Russian, "Butchers will only become friends with butchers."
Wei Ran smiled, turned to Suisui who was sitting on the other side and said, "Although I'm not as professional as you in slaughtering fattened sheep, at least your dad taught me four or five years ago that if you want to make money, you have to sell things.
Give it to a layman. At the same time, if an expert wants to offer a high price to buy the thing in his hand, then it is best not to sell it to him. Instead, after asking for details, double the price offered by the expert and find a layman to sell it."
"At least my dad was right about this."
Suisui, who is an inspirational professional in slaughtering sheep, nodded in agreement, "But if it were my mother, she would change the last half of the sentence to 'double the price offered by the experts, and then find a group of laymen to come and bid.'"
"What if it were you?" Ji Ma couldn't help but ask.
Suisui showed a cute and harmless smile, but what came out of her mouth was: "Before the price doubles, ask a few experts and pick the one with the highest double as the starting price. In addition, before selling to an outsider, publicize it first."
Are there any experts who are interested in what we have to sell?”
Wei Ran and Ji Ma looked at each other blankly, and the former couldn't help but sigh, "You killed this sheep, and there really wasn't even a shred of meat left on the bones."
