Ouyang Jun was also shivering from the cold. Standing outside on this cold day, the cold wind blew on his face, like a knife blowing across his face. The big star had the foresight to wrap himself up tightly before going out.
Only one pair of eyes is exposed.
"Hey, Bai Lao Er, look here, come here quickly..."
As soon as Ouyang Jun took out his phone, he saw a person walking from the end of the alley, craning his head, and quickly raised his hand to say hello.
"Hey, Brother Jun, that's good. We've set up a house here. There aren't many people in our area..."
This man seemed to be very familiar with Ouyang Jun. Although he called him brother, his face was not as respectful as Director Zheng's. Judging from his words, he seemed to be doing well in Sijiu City.
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"Come on, Bai Lao Er, don't think I don't know. You also have two sets of yards. You have been buying them for a long time, right? I said you are not a good boy. Brother, I have been looking for this for several months, and you have already bought it.
Don't say anything, are you kidding me?"
Ouyang Jun glanced at the visitor with dissatisfaction, then pointed at Zhuang Rui and said: "That's my cousin, Zhuang Rui. He also bought a yard and wanted to collect some antique furniture. Didn't you say that there is a place for demolition?
Are there a lot of good items? You can take him to see..."
"His name is Bai Feng. I'm a kid. You can just go back and follow him. Come on, Brother Gu, let's find a place to talk. The weather is so damn evil. It's not even December yet and it's already so cold..."
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Ouyang Jun turned around and introduced Zhuang Rui, stamped his feet on the ground, and then called Xu Qing and Gu Yun to walk out of the alley.
"Brother Zhuang, let's go. Why haven't I heard Jun'er mention you before?"
Bai Feng rubbed his hands and called Zhuang Rui. He and Ouyang Jun grew up together, and from elementary school to junior high school, they often got together to fight, but his family fell into decline early. The one who had fought
The old man passed away at the beginning of the Cultural Revolution. Bai Feng didn't remember it at that time. If the army hadn't taken care of his family, he might not even be able to live in the army compound.
It’s just that as time went by, even the best friendship faded away. After Bai Feng entered junior high school, he moved away from the army compound. Those who came from the war in the past thought that workers and farmers were the most glorious, so Bai Feng
Although Feng's father did not go back to his hometown to farm, he was just an ordinary factory worker.
Bai Feng, on the other hand, is quite strong. He stopped going to school after graduating from junior high school and entered the society. People on the street thought that his grandfather was also an old revolutionary, so they arranged a job for him to work at a scrap collection station. In the early 1980s,
Bai Feng started to receive wages when he was five or six years old.
It was the era of the planned economy, and scrap collection depots were still public. Most of them were old books and scrap metal. Bai Feng was young, and others took care of her. She didn't have much to live, and she only had to be weighed every day.
When I have free time, I read those old books. As time goes by, I gain a lot of knowledge.
In addition, Bai Feng is a quick-witted person with a bit of culture. He grew up in a military compound and is not lacking in knowledge. After working for more than two years, Bai Feng is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he has become a scrap collector.
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Ordinarily, he would be like this for the rest of his life. As he got older and married a wife, his grandfather's glory would have nothing to do with him. But by chance, Bai Feng attended a gathering of his junior high school classmates. This gathering was completely
Changed his life.
There were only a few famous schools in old Beijing, and the school Bai Feng attended was basically filled with the children of the military or local cadres. The same was true for this party. Although most of the students who came were still in school, they were well dressed.
, but it is much more foreign-style than Bai Feng.
Bai Feng was a high-spirited person, and he knew that he no longer belonged to this circle. At gatherings, he only wore ears and no mouth, only listening but not speaking. When one of his classmates was showing off, something he said attracted him.
That classmate has a relative in Hong Kong. This year he returned to the mainland to visit his relatives. He brought many electrical appliances that were not seen in Beijing. He also said that in Hong Kong, a shabby book from the mainland could actually be used.
Selling for tens of thousands of yuan, the classmate said that Hong Kong seemed to be full of gold.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Everyone just thought it was a joke and let it go. However, Bai Feng's heart was stirred up. Broken books? There were a lot of broken books in his buying station. He had read them all these years.
He bought a lot, and he once dug out an imperial edict from the reign of Emperor Qianlong. Are these things valuable?
Bai Feng, who had doubts in his mind and took it seriously, began to praise that classmate intentionally or unintentionally. He had been in the society for several years. It was not easy to praise such a half-year-old child who was still in school.
, after a few words, the classmate was so happy that he could not find Bei, and regarded Bai Feng as his confidant, and Bai Feng also heard a term from his mouth: antique!
It’s just that the classmate didn’t know what antiques were. Anyway, objects that are old are valuable, but this didn’t bother Bai Feng. After the class reunion, he started asking around, and finally found Liulichang and took a look.
Only then did I realize that all the objects I had handled before were still treasures.
After realizing the value of those rags, Bai Feng took it seriously and told the rag pickers to collect more old books and paintings. His buying station recycles them at a high price. The so-called high price is actually just a book.
It was only a few cents for a painting, but in that era, these things were sold by the pound, and the price was only a few cents per pound. When I heard Bai Feng collect individual copies, this collection of tatters from far and near
They were all sent here.
Of course, Bai Feng did not collect randomly. After getting this information, he went to work during the day and went to various shops in Liulichang at night. There was no Panjiayuan at that time, and the Beijing antique market was concentrated in Liulichang.
Because Bai Feng is young, sweet-tongued and hard-working, he often helps clean the toilet and pour water on him. After going back and forth, the old masters in Liulichang all like him very much, and they will give him some advice when nothing happens. This makes Bai Feng
Feng's knowledge of antique appreciation is slowly increasing.
In just two months, the salary Bai Feng earned after working for two years was exchanged for a pile of tattered books and paintings, as well as some ceramic pots, and his savings of more than ten years were exchanged.
He also secretly tossed it all away, but the light couldn't come out, so there was no other way. In desperation, Bai Feng took a Qing Kangxi porcelain and sold it to an antique shop in Liulichang, in exchange for thousands of dollars.
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You know, a person's monthly salary at that time was only a few dozen yuan, and a thousand yuan was already considered a huge sum of money. However, Bai Feng was not satisfied. He always kept in mind what the classmate said.
Things can be worth tens of thousands of dollars when brought to Hong Kong!
After thinking about it, Bai Feng gritted his teeth and finally found the classmate and told him that he had a treasure in his hand. He asked him to contact his relatives to help sell it, and then he and he added two to one and divided the shares equally.
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The classmate's relative was a businessman. When he heard about this, he actually came over and took a painting by Huang Gongwang that Bai Feng had given him to Hong Kong. It was sold for a high price of more than 300,000 yuan. Bai Feng divided
At 120,000 yuan, it can be regarded as the first pot of gold in life.
After tasting the sweetness, Bai Feng, in addition to privately spending tens of thousands of yuan to buy a nice courtyard house, invested all the other money in collecting antiques. Over the past few years, the house he bought had
It was filled with all kinds of antiques. Later, the scrap collection depot was contracted to a private person, so Bai Feng resigned from his official position and contracted the scrap collection depot.
To be honest, among the antiques Bai Feng collected, there were quite a few fake ones, but even if they were fake, they were still old items. They were all made by ancient people in the Republic of China or the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and their value was also very high. In the 1980s,
At that time, the antique craze had not yet taken off, and there were very few counterfeiters in the mainland, so Bai Feng hoarded a huge fortune.
After the 1990s, it became more convenient to travel to Hong Kong and other places. At that time, the restrictions on bringing antiques out of the country were not so strict. He sold some more items, and his pockets were completely bulging. By the end of the 1990s, domestic collections
After the art market boomed, Bai Fengwan seemed to have become a major collector in the country. The objects in his hands could not be compared with even some large museums.
After having money on hand, Bai Feng also contacted his old friends and set up a cultural communication company. Last year, he asked Ouyang Jun for help, so he picked out a screen and gave it to Ouyang Jun. It was also Zhuang Rui who
The one I saw in Ouyang Jun's office.
Bai Feng had a lot of objects like this on hand. You know, in the 1980s, tables and chairs made of pure huanghuali old mahogany were available for five yuan each.
"Brother Bai, our family has not been in Beijing before. It hasn't been long since we came here. Maybe Fourth Brother hasn't mentioned it to you. By the way, where are we going today?"
At this time, Zhuang Rui didn't know Bai Feng's past, but looking at his appearance, he looked a bit elegant. He was wearing a split Chinese tunic suit and a pair of glasses, but he was middle-aged and had gained a little weight.
"Not far from here, there is an old house that is going to be demolished. A few days ago, Mr. Mao'er came to me and said that there were some good things. I never got around to looking at them. Jun'er happened to mention that you wanted to look for these.
Object, I will show you today..."
In the past few years, Bai Feng has put all his energy into the film and television culture company. He has played less with antiques. However, due to his reputation, many people still come to him. What he calls Master Mao'er is explained in Beijing dialect.
, which means that people are quite honest and honest.
"Okay, I'll trouble Brother Bai..." Zhuang Rui nodded. It was not Old Beijing that was at fault, otherwise most people wouldn't be able to get this information.
