Different from the liveliness of the first three houses, the fourth house, which is only for sale but not for sale, is very deserted at the moment, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as empty.
At this moment, Chu Heng and Yan Muze were sitting behind the counter drinking tea and chatting in the room.
"What a great tea! The tea is beautiful! The color is dark and lustrous, and the aroma is like fruit and orchid. It is the top quality Qi Hong! I think I drank it once at Taobele's house when I was not liberated. I was so impressed.
I haven’t forgotten it since then, and I didn’t expect that I can use your light to taste it again, no regrets, no regrets!”
Old Yan shook his head and sighed, as if he had drunk something extraordinary.
"Can you think of it? A sip of tea water will give you no regrets in your life? Then your life is really worthless." Until the old guy started to flatter him in a roundabout way, Chu Heng shook his head in amusement and threw away a small tea can on the cabinet.
Past: "If you like to drink, just take it, I still have a lot of it."
"Oh, thank you Master Chu for the reward!"
Yan Muze took the tea can with a bright smile, stood up and gave him a slap in the face in an exaggerated manner.
"Haha, you are just a remnant of feudalism!" Chu Heng laughed again, picked up the teapot on the table and poured him a cup of tea: "Come on, come on, drink tea."
"Okay!"
Yan Muze stood up, picked up the tea cup, and continued to taste it.
The guy next to me rolled his eyes.
He was originally a younger brother of Wan Xiaotian, named Erxi. When he was selling grain and collecting antiques in Dacheng, Yan Muze saw that he was quite spiritual, so he accepted him as his apprentice. After the pigeon market opened, he came with his master.
Yes, help me beat him.
"Why!"
Erxi turned around and looked at the empty shelves, and sighed softly. From the opening to now, some people have come to the store, but they all just left after asking a few questions. So far, the business has changed.
The negotiation failed, and he was so worried that he almost lost all his hair.
But looking at those two people, they were drinking tea and laughing like no one else, as if they didn't care about the business of the store at all.
"Master Chu, Master."
In the end, he couldn't hold it back and asked the two of them: "We haven't received any business yet, how can you two still laugh?"
"What a hurry."
Yan Muze put down the tea cup leisurely and said: "We collect antiques, jewelry, and gold. The pigeon market just opened today. Who can come here with these things? Just wait, maybe after a while, maybe tomorrow, we will have it.
Very busy."
"I'm just bored." Erxi picked up the paint on the container in boredom, yawning all the time.
"Squeak!"
At this time, Lao Zhang opened the door and walked in. He saw that the shelves in the house were empty, and the only three people there didn't look like guests. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled and asked: "Excuse me, what do you sell this house?"
"We don't sell anything. We collect antiques, jewelry, gold bars, whatever is valuable." Erxi said lazily.
"Oh, excuse me." Lao Zhang nodded clearly, turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, the door behind him was pushed open, and a man wearing a mask on his face and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose walked out.
He came in with a bulging bundle in his arms.
Seeing this, Lao Zhang immediately understood that this man was here to buy something, so he stopped and stood at the door to see what he was selling and how much he could sell it for.
Under his gaze, the bespectacled man quickly came to Chu Heng and the others, put the baggage in his hands on the counter, and politely held it in his hands: "Can you please help me?"
"You're welcome."
Yan Muze stood up with a smile and cupped his hands, carefully unpacking the baggage little by little. Erxi also came over with a lantern to illuminate it for him.
Soon, the old man opened the three-layered baggage on the cabinet, revealing a large pastel plate inside.
The opening of the plate is not large, but the production level of the shallow arc belly has reached its peak state. Especially the feet and the bottom of the entire plate are very clean and beautiful. The whole plate is decorated with pastel branches and flowers on the white glaze ground.
, the six-character seal script "Qianlong Year of the Qing Dynasty" is written in blue and white characters at the bottom, which is neat and comfortable.
You don’t need to look carefully at this, you will know at a glance that this thing is the Qianlong official kiln with a large door.
"The stuff is pretty good." Yan Muze nodded with a smile, put the stuff down, then extended his hand to the man and turned it up and down: "I can give you this number."
"Less." The man frowned and bargained with him for a while, and finally the deal was settled at 11.5 yuan.
Then I saw him take out a small jingling bundle from his arms and put it on the cabinet, saying, "There are still a few small yellow croakers here. How many do you think you can give me?"
"Yellow croaker is seventy-two and one tael. If you think it's right, I'll inspect the goods." Yan Muze didn't rush to take a look, but quoted a price first, lest the other party disagreed and his work was in vain.
"Seventy-two? What you gave is too low! The bank charged two hundred and four!" The man said very dissatisfied after hearing this.
The old man looked at him with a smile and leaned on the counter: "You also know that is the price charged by the bank, but I am not a bank. If you think the price is too little, just go to the bank."
"If I can go, can I still get this?" The man muttered, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said, "Sure, it's sold. You can inspect the goods."
"Okay."
Yan Muze turned to his apprentice and said, "Go get this guy."
"Alas." Erxi wiped himself and found a small scale and a pair of big scissors to weigh gold. He quickly opened the small bag and took out two small yellow croakers. He cut them open one by one with scissors and checked the quality before weighing.
Checked the weight.
After Yan Muze took a look at the weight, he fiddled with the abacus skillfully a few times, and then said: "It's a total of four taels, six cents and five cents, three hundred and thirty-four yuan and eight cents. I'll make it up for you. Three hundred and thirty-five, can it be done?"
?”
"Sure." The man nodded happily.
"Including the pastel plate from before, the total is three hundred and forty-six yuan and fifty cents."
Yan Muze immediately took out the money box, took out a wad of money and put it on the counter. The man quickly picked it up and counted it. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he turned and went straight to Du San's house to buy meat.
Lao Zhang was stunned when he witnessed all this.
What kind of plate costs more than ten yuan a piece!
Then his mind immediately became vivid and he wanted to ask what was going on. If he had dozens of such plates at home, wouldn't he be able to buy a watch?
Unexpectedly, just when he was about to step forward, someone came in at the door again. This time, the person was holding calligraphy and painting. When Yan Muze read the authenticity and was negotiating the price, several more people came in one after another from outside the door. This time Lian Chu
Heng couldn't sit still anymore, so he quickly got up and followed him to inspect and receive the goods.
In this way, the two of them were busy until three o'clock, when a gong suddenly sounded in the market.
"Dang~"
The sound was clear and melodious, and it instantly reached the ears of all the vendors in the venue.
"Close the stall, close the stall!"
Regardless of whether there were customers or no customers, the vendors stood up in unison and began to pack away the things on the stalls.
"Hey, what are you doing? I'm picking it up right now!"
In front of an egg stall, a customer who was picking eggs frowned and said to the stall owner.
"I'm sorry, Sir, it's time to close the market. If you want to buy something early tomorrow, you won't be able to buy it today." The stall owner said while loading eggs into the basket behind him.
"Hey, this is the first time I've seen someone not doing business. You're really interesting. Can you wait a minute or two for me to finish buying?" The guest was amused.
"I do think so, but Third Master has a rule. One gong goes to open the market, and two gongs close the stall. It doesn't matter one second earlier or one second later. Otherwise, don't come here in the future." The stall owner said three times five times and two times.
Good stuff, I picked up the order and left together with an old acquaintance who was selling used clothes while walking and chatting.
"How are you today?"
"It's good. I've made 30% more than before and I'm still rich. How about you?"
"I'm about the same, earning more than four yuan."
"Are you coming tomorrow then?"
"Come on, Third Master, this is safe and profitable, no fool would come."
"Let's go together tomorrow."
As they spoke, the two of them disappeared into the crowd.
At the same time, a similar scene was also happening in Chu Heng's cultural relics store.
Hearing the sound of the gong, Yan Muze hurriedly handed five yuan to an old man in front of him, and then cupped his hands to the six or seven people waiting in line behind him to sell goods: "I'm sorry, everyone, that's it for today.
You guys will come back tomorrow."
"Don't worry, I brought the things all the way."
"That's right, no matter how urgent it is, it won't take more than this moment."
"Master, if you feel a little tired, just take me here. The family is waiting for the money."
Everyone refused to leave and started shouting.
"What's the fuss about?"
At this time, a fierce-looking Han Xu opened the door and walked in, frowning and scolding: "Don't you know that Third Master has a rule that no business will be done after three o'clock? You should go and do whatever you want! If you want to sell something, come back tomorrow!"
Seeing the left and right arms under Mr. Du's hand, everyone immediately calmed down and reluctantly took the things they had brought and left.
Lao Zhang, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, still didn't move at the door. After everyone left, he hurriedly stepped forward. When he was about to ask, Han Xu grabbed his collar and scolded: "Deaf ears
Are you here or are you there? Leave quickly, leave quickly!"
"Hey, I'm not selling anything, I just want to ask a few questions." Lao Zhang explained hurriedly.
"Han Xu, let go." Chu Heng yelled at Han Xu to stop him. Then he looked at Lao Zhang, who had been paying attention to him for a long time, and asked: "Master, you have been standing there for a long time watching the excitement. Is there anything wrong?"
Lao Zhang hurriedly carried the things he bought and came forward, hunched over, with a smile on his face, and said: "Hey, comrade, I just want to ask what kind of things can be called antiques. I saw that there was someone there just now.
A vase was sold for forty dollars, so why is it so valuable?"
"What should I tell you?"
Chu Heng pondered for a while and said: "This doorway is too deep and too detailed for me to talk to you. Just remember that as long as it is old, it is an antique. The older it is, the more valuable it is."
"I understand, thank you." Lao Zhang nodded thoughtfully, thinking about the old things at home, and walked out.
After Han Xu stared at him and left, he stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Chu, everyone has been busy for most of the night and are all hungry. The third master brought out some mutton and planned to treat everyone to a meal of boiled mutton. Please
A few of you will also appreciate it."
"Okay, I'll go over after a while." Chu Heng agreed happily, looked at Han Xu's eyes again, and asked with concern: "How are your eyes recovering?"
"It's been done a long time ago. Now let's hit wherever we point!" Han Xu raised his right hand, stretched out two fingers and tapped his eyes, then pointed to the opposite side, grinning.
"That's good." Chu Heng nodded with a smile and asked, "How is the subject's situation? Do you have any records? Do you need me to ask your sister-in-law to give you some information?"
"No, no, no," Han Xu said proudly, "I have no problem with my eyes now. Last week, I also found connections to be transferred to the Second Garment Factory as a team leader. Now a lot of girls want to be friends with me.
, I have to pick and choose!”
"I believe this." Old Yan smiled and stroked his beard: "Xiao Han is also a handsome young man after his eyes are healed. In addition, he has to work hard and be capable. What girl can't be moved by this.
"
"That's it." Han Xu chuckled.
"You kid, you said you were fat and you are breathless." Chu Heng punched him with a smile on his face, and then several people said some pleasantries before Han Xu wiped himself away and left.
After he left, Chu Heng and Old Man Yan took inventory again.
After a while, Chu Heng picked out three good quality antiques from many things, an antique silver ring inlaid with opal and a few gold bars, wrapped them up, and then pointed at some other not-too-precious objects to Er Xi.
He ordered: "Go to Zheng Jun and ask him to call a few people to send the rest to the warehouse."
"well."
Erxi hurriedly ran out of the house.
"Master Chu." Yan Muze, who was sitting to take a breath, lowered his sore waist and said with a bitter face: "Looking at today's situation, there will definitely be more people tomorrow. You have to find someone to help, otherwise I am such an old man.
This guy can’t stand it.”
"Haha, didn't you tell me that I also had this plan?" Chu Heng said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will bring him over tomorrow."
"That's good, that's good." The old man breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the two of them sat together and smoked a cigarette. Erxi called Zheng Jun over. The two brothers led a few young men and moved the things that Chu Heng and the others collected in two trips.
Immediately, Chu Heng and Old Man Yan came out of the house and went to Du San's butcher shop.
At this time, Wan Xiaotian, Cen Hao and others were gathered here. A kettle was placed on the briquette stove in the center of the room, and a table was set up next to it, with plates of freshly sliced frozen mutton and meat on it.
Some dipping sauces, and there are a few guys cutting meat on the cutting board on the other side.
"Master Chu, Master Yan, sit here, sit here."
Seeing the two people coming, Du San quickly stood up and gave up his seat: "The conditions are simple, let's make do with a kettle and eat first. I'll make a pot tomorrow. We are the only ones in this room. I will let the rest of the brothers
Went to another house."
"Haha, it seems that Boss Du has made a lot of money today, he is so generous." Chu Heng looked at Erlang's legs and joked with a smile.
"Hehe, let me tell you, I really made a lot of money." Du San rubbed his hands, his smile turned into a flower, and said excitedly: "Today we sold more than 2,500 yuan, after all,
The cost is still more than 2,200!"
"I make more in one day than we make in a month." An Rongyuan also smiled happily.
"Master Chu." Peng An came forward at this time, bowing his burly figure, and asked carefully: "Do we want to give Zou Guo's share?"
"The questions are all nonsense. When we first negotiated the share, didn't Peng Guo get a share? Now he's just been raped, not dead. Do you want to give it to him?" Chu Heng glared at him and glanced again.
He stopped An Rongyuan and the others: "What's wrong? You idiots are still thinking about this money?"
"No, no, we are not such unloyal people."
"Besides, the money distributed now is enough. Why do we care about him?"
"That's right."
Several people hurriedly waved their hands and denied it.
"It's good to know." Chu Heng withdrew his gaze and turned to Cen Hao: "How are you doing there?"
"On average, I only earn more than 200 yuan, so I can't compare with them." Cen Hao shrugged, not very satisfied.
"You can't compete with them. Counting me, I have to share their money among eight people. An Rongyuan doesn't make as much as you." Chu Heng said angrily.
"That's it, then it's okay." A satisfied smile appeared on Cen Hao's face. He was not afraid of earning the least, but he was afraid of earning less than others.
"What about you?" Chu Heng looked at Wan Xiaotian again.
"Not much, we only have one thousand and one, and I am the poorest."
Wan Xiaotian sighed, he only got 10% from a thousand and one, so he earned the least.
Yan Muze's face twitched.
Oh shit!
Everyone is different.
You earn as much as three months' salary in one day, and you're still crying about poverty?