Half an hour later, Wang Debao rushed to Nanluogu Lane, sweating profusely.
Fortunately, he had a bicycle, otherwise he would have walked for at least two hours or spent 12 cents to take a bus.
Before he entered the alley, people were paying attention to Wang Debao along the way... In fact, Wang Debao's tattered and dirty appearance, coupled with the scabbed wound on his forehead, really looked like a man who had just finished a fight.
Blind flow.
Whenever Wang Debao showed even the slightest sign of panic, someone would immediately hold him down and take him to the police station.
So Wang Debao acted very calmly, found the house number, knocked on the door and shouted loudly: "Mr. Qiu, Mr. Qiu Xingzhi, are you at home?"
When Wang Debao accurately called out the name of the homeowner, the wary and suspicious eyes around him immediately relaxed a lot.
After a while, footsteps were heard in the yard. A middle-aged man, many times younger than Wang Debao's appearance in memory, opened the door and looked at Wang Debao with a surprised and somewhat wary expression.
Looking at Qiu Xingzhi's face, Wang Debao let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had read the memoirs of this big man in his previous life and finally went to the right place.
Qiu Xingzhi's father was a big boss in the previous dynasty. He collected a lot of antiques and had several houses in the capital. He was quite famous, but he later suffered a lot because of it. The ingredients were not good. It is said that the collection at home
They were all copied, his father passed away, and Qiu Xingzhi himself was sent to remote areas for reform.
It was not until the 1980s that he began to correct his mistakes, and Qiu Xingzhi returned to the capital to implement the work. The country also returned his family's ancestral property of a courtyard house, which is Nanluogu Lane.
According to the memoirs of the previous generation, Mr. Qiu, he will officially take a leave of absence without pay in five years and restart the business of painting, calligraphy and antiques. But in fact, he is already quietly making preparations.
If Wang Debao was not short of money, he would definitely keep the Longquan ink pad in his hands. But the problem is that he urgently needs to pay off his debts and get the first pot of gold for starting a business... so he can't wait for the Longquan ink pad to appreciate in value.
But now it is 1984, and no matter how good the antiques are, they cannot be sold at high prices. Most of them are sold to foreigners in foreign exchange shops for a few yuan or dozens of yuan.
Therefore, Wang Debao must find a buyer who knows the goods, is reliable, and can afford a "high price".
After much deliberation, it can only be Boss Qiu.
Although Wang Debao has never known Mr. Qiu in his entire life, he heard that he had a good reputation, so he decided to come over and try his luck.
If the price is right, buy it; if the price is not right, withdraw it.
After all, it is 1984 now. Residents no longer need to go to ghost markets to buy and sell things. Some fast-moving consumer goods no longer even need to be purchased with tickets. The general environment is continuously open. If there had been a strict inspection of speculation a few years earlier, Wang Debao
I really don't dare to come casually.
"Mr. Qiu, my name is Wang Debao. I came here in a hurry. How offensive it is..."
"Forget it, let me get to the point directly. I have Longquan ink pad, will you accept it? I am in urgent need of money, so I can sell it cheaper."
"If you're not interested, please don't make any noise. I won't bother you in the future."
Wang Debao lowered his voice and said that he couldn't explain why he came, so he just went straight to the topic. If that didn't work, he would go directly to the pawn shop.
Of course, if you go to a pawn shop, you will inevitably get ripped off... If someone offers him five yuan at that time, will he sell it or not?
Don't doubt it, the pawn shop's sickle is really that cruel.
Hearing what Wang Debao said, Qiu Xingzhi hesitated for a moment, seemed to have made some decision, took a step forward, and leaned out half of the door frame just right so that the neighbors could see him. At the same time, he grabbed Wang Debao's shoulders and shouted loudly.
Said: "Oh, Debao, I haven't seen you for so many years, I almost don't recognize you... What's wrong with you? Come on, come in and talk."
Wang Debao let out a long breath and followed Qiu Xingzhi through the door with his legs weak.
When Qiu Xingzhi saw Wang Debao's appearance, he felt more relaxed.
Without Wang Debao's last words, even if Wang Debao called out Qiu Xingzhi's name, found his home, knew that he was secretly receiving the goods, and was obviously in urgent need of money... Qiu Xingzhi would never have dared to let him go.
Wang Debao comes in.
When he receives the goods, he must be introduced by a trusted acquaintance. For private transactions, it is absolutely impossible to just let a stranger in to trade casually.
Historically, the crime of speculation was abolished in 1997, and the regulations on speculation were abolished in 2008. Now it is 1984... In the 1980s, people were shot for the crime of speculation in Zhejiang. Who dares to be careless?
Qiu Xingzhi closed the door and did not go into the yard. He stood behind the door and said in a low voice, "How do you know me?"
As soon as Wang Debao saw this posture, he knew that he suspected that he was here to sell stolen goods.
Fortunately, he had prepared a plan before he came, so he dealt with it calmly.
"My dad is an employee of a meat factory and works as a transporter. He didn't know where he bought the Longquan ink pad from. It's not a family heirloom..."
"I also heard Mr. Qiu's name from my dad. He originally wanted to ask you for a tasting, but unfortunately he got into a car accident..."
After speaking in one breath, Wang Debao did not hesitate to show his cards directly.
"This is the situation. I also urgently need money to pay off my debts, so I took the liberty to come here. Otherwise, I would not take action on such a treasure."
Qiu Xingzhi had been observing Wang Debao silently. After he finished speaking, he took Wang Debao into the house, silently took the Longquan ink pad and began to examine it.
Soon, Qiu Xingzhi was sure that this was a genuine product. He wanted to be cautious, but he still couldn't hold back the love in his heart and said hesitantly: "What are your psychological expectations?"
This is a very level question.
"500!" Wang Debao said heartbrokenly.
This was 1984, when the per capita monthly salary was more than 40 yuan. My second aunt could be happy selling Longquan ink pads for 50 yuan for several years. I can’t wait until 2004... I can’t bear it!
"What a good thing!" Qiu Xingzhi said with emotion: "I will give you 1,000. I only have this money on hand, so I will give it all to you."
Wang Debao looked at Qiu Xingzhi in disbelief. It was the first time he saw a buyer raising the price instead of lowering the price... Mr. Qiu's reputation in the previous life was so good, it was indeed not groundless.
"Thank you!" What else can Wang Debao say? He can only express his heartfelt thanks.
Soon, the delivery was completed, and Qiu Xingzhi personally delivered Wang Debao to the entrance of the alley. Then the two of them exchanged a few tacit words in front of everyone, and Wang Debao quickly left on his bicycle.
With 1,100 yuan in his arms, Wang Debao almost took off on the spot.
The money my parents owe is actually not much. After all, what they bought was a second-hand car that was about to be scrapped. The majority of it was the couple's savings over the years. Not counting the uncle's two thousand yuan for the time being, the second aunt and nine other relatives together only had five yuan.
More than a thousand yuan, less than six thousand yuan including interest.
For him in his previous life, this amount of money was indeed an astronomical figure, and it really crushed him.
But now, haha.
Things were done extremely smoothly. Seeing that it was still early, Wang Debao rode his bicycle and rushed all the way to the meat factory and went directly to the labor union.
"Aunt Sun, let me issue a certificate and apply for a new account."
After his sister was born in his previous life, Wang Debao lost one of his legs. He always thought that he was fired from the meat factory, but many years later he found out that he was not actually fired. His uncle's second son Wang Derui had been supporting him.
My name is, I work at the county meat factory.
The trouble is in his household registration book.