There was nothing else to do in the afternoon, so the young man and the old man pushed the rook on the chessboard for a while.
I don’t know where the old man went to study or what, but his performance today was very brave, and he killed the young man in a short time until he was completely disrobed.
"No more playing."
Chu Heng, who had lost another game, dropped his chess pieces with a slumped head, picked up a cigarette, lit a cigarette, and clicked it gloomily.
Even the old man drank his tea happily and said with great pride: "Are you convinced?"
For this day, he had read several chess books at home!
"I'm not in a good state today."
Chu Heng, who lost to the smelly basket, became more upset the more he saw the old man, so he simply got up and left the office, out of sight and out of mind.
"I'm going out to take a breath."
He wandered to the front room and chatted with Ni Yinghong for a while. When the girl got busy, he strolled to the street again.
I habitually came to the grocery store to take a look, and there was finally a circle under the window!
"I have to wake up at midnight again."
Chu Heng walked over with a smile, quickly erased the mark on it, and continued walking forward as if nothing happened. When he met an acquaintance, he would stop and chat for a while.
Just walking and chatting along the way, we gradually arrived in front of the cultural relics store.
At this time, cultural relic shops were basically closed to the public. In most cases, only foreign guests could enter, in order to earn some precious foreign exchange from these foreigners.
Coincidentally, as soon as Chu Heng arrived here, he saw a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes coming out of the store, holding a large exquisite blue and white plate in his hand.
This reminded him of the Hongwu blue and white jar he picked up at the Pigeon Market.
"How about letting a professional appraise it?" Chu Heng muttered with a guilty conscience. He only had a few eyes for playing with last week's antiques, so he didn't dare to be completely sure whether the blue and white jar was genuine or not.
After hesitating for a while, he found a deserted place, took out the blue and white jar, and ducked into the acquisition department of the cultural relics store.
The cultural relics store has two branches, one is the sales department, which is only open to foreign guests or cadres with special needs, and the other is the acquisition department, which is responsible for purchasing private cultural relics and antiques.
When Chu Heng came in, there happened to be no customers in the store. There was only a gentle middle-aged man wearing thick-soled glasses and an old man with a goatee studying a small cloisonné enamel bowl behind the counter.
Hearing someone coming in, the gentle middle-aged man turned his head and looked over. Seeing that he was carrying a blue and white jar in his hand, he handed the small filigree bowl to the old man, got up and came to the counter.
"Put the jar here and let me take a look." The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at the solid wood cabinet with his finger.
"okay."
Chu Heng carefully placed the jar on the counter: "Please give me a price."
After he calmed down, the middle-aged man gently picked up the jar and looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a while, he started nodding his head, as if he was optimistic about it.
Seeing this, Chu Heng breathed a sigh of relief and felt that it must be true. He didn't take his eyes away and felt very proud.
Before he could be happy for a long time, the middle-aged man glanced at the jar and paid for it, then suddenly frowned, put the jar back on the counter with a look of disgust, and quoted a price to Chu Heng with a smile: "Your jar
, we collected three yuan.”
"What the hell?"
Chu Heng, who was happy, looked at him in surprise. Hongwu's blue and white was only worth three yuan. Antiques these days are too cheap.
Immediately, a sudden thought occurred in his mind, and he had a bad guess.
You're not going to accept a fake one again, are you?
Chu Heng swallowed, pointed to his jar tremblingly, and asked the middle-aged man: "I... am I Hongwu Qinghua?"
The middle-aged man glanced at him funny: "What are you thinking? This late Qing Dynasty imitation is really like Hongwu blue and white, at least it costs more than a hundred."
"Late Qing Dynasty?"
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, which made Chu Heng feel disheartened. His face turned as black as three Ni Chens. He didn't want to look at the broken jar anymore. He waved his hand and said: "Sell it. I'll give you a ticket if you are hurt."
.”
"Okay."
The middle-aged man lifted the jar and put it aside, quickly opened a receipt, and finally handed him three dollars: "Take it."
Chu Heng took the money and walked out of the acquisition department in a daze. When no one was around, he gave himself a big mouth with shame: "If I spend more money to buy antiques, I will be a dog!"
Damn it, you can even receive a fake product from the 1960s, it’s so embarrassing!
Why don’t I think I stopped playing last week?
With a sad mood, Chu Heng walked around for a few more streets, and finally stopped in front of the trust store to watch the excitement.
This trust store is somewhat similar to an old pawn shop, responsible for collecting, selling or consigning various valuable second-hand items, but this one is state-owned.
The items sold there are also daily necessities for ordinary people's homes, mostly furniture, bicycles, clothes, leather jackets, bedding, watches, cameras, gramophones, ice skates and other old items.
The 1960s and 1970s can be said to be the golden age of trust shops. In those days, people's wages were not high and supplies were still scarce. Most things were supplied by vouchers. Sometimes you might not be able to buy things even if you had money.
The items in the trust store are all old items, they are cheap and do not require a ticket, so they are deeply loved by some people who are short of money, and the business is also very prosperous.
Naturally, if this business is good, some people will be concerned about it. Some bold traders have set their sights on this piece of fat. They hang around in front of the store blatantly, and when they see people coming to sell things, they will run up to pick fights. If it suits them, they will take it away and change hands.
Sell it again, make a profit, and transfer a few yuan a day.
At this moment, there were more than a dozen sneaky businessmen wandering in front of the store, and they were all carrying something in their hands. Some were carrying a few pairs of ice skates, some were holding one or two watches, and some were even pushing a car.
Ask around for bike prices.
The employees in the store ignored this, and even stood at the door and chatted with a few familiar businessmen.
What they earn is a dead wage. No matter how much you charge or how little you charge, it's still the same amount of money. There's no need to compete with them.
Another question is, is there something fishy between them?
"Brother, do you want a skate? It's 80% new."
Not long after Chu Heng stood there, a young man came up with several pairs of ice skates and waved a pair of black leather ice skates in front of his eyes.
"No, no."
He waved his hand impatiently to drive away the second-rate dealer, and walked towards the trust store, intending to see what was inside.
This thief has nothing but plenty of money in his pocket. Now that he is in a place like this where all he needs is money but no tickets, he feels very confident!
The space in the store is huge, and there are quite a few counters, selling everything. The counter at the end sells used clothes. In addition to the common styles nowadays, he also saw suits and bright clothes.
Braj'.
"suffer!"
Chu Heng's eyes suddenly stopped on a floral cheongsam, and the scene of the proud little girl Ni wearing a slim-fitting cheongsam with slits up to her thighs suddenly appeared in his mind.
