"Xiaoran, do you still remember me, an old guy? Haha..."
After the call was connected, the cheerful voice of Mr. Huang from Xiaojingshui Village came.
"Uncle Huang, how could I forget you..." Chen Ran also laughed, but he was a little surprised. Uncle Huang hadn't contacted him for a while. He still had a deep impression of Uncle Huang, so naturally he wouldn't
I forgot about it not only because of Uncle Huang’s warm-heartedness, but also because, speaking of Uncle Huang’s collection, he was the one who brought it in.
"It's good that you haven't forgotten. This old guy like me is here to trouble you again..."
Uncle Huang didn't say much to Chen Ran on the phone. He just said that during the recent period, when Chen Ran had time, he would go to his place. Needless to say, Chen Ran also guessed that Uncle Huang must have bought some antiques.
Ask him to go over and give me a look.
"That's it...Uncle Huang, are you at home right now? If you are, I will go over right now..." After hearing what Uncle Huang said, Chen Ran opened his notebook and checked. His next target was not here.
The Central Plains were saved. He did some research. He might have to go to Tianjin next. Not to mention the time spent on the road, just to take back the opponent's Flower God Cup. It would probably take a lot of effort. I don't know yet.
How long will it take to return? Just go to Uncle Huang's place first.
Hearing Chen Ran say that he wanted to go over there, Uncle Huang happily agreed after asking if it would delay Chen Ran and receiving Chen Ran's answer.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Ran put away his notebook and cleaned the room. He hadn't been back for many days, so there was inevitably some dust in the room.
It took him half an hour to clean up, and he went out with a small box containing two flower cups. He always carried these two flower cups with him, whether in the car or in the apartment.
, obviously he was not very worried.
"Ringling..."
Just as Chen Ran was about to go out, the doorbell rang suddenly. Chen Ran thought it was Yang Long running over. When he opened the door, he saw that it was not, but a middle-aged man in a suit.
"Hello, are you Mr. Chen? My surname is Wu. I am from the community property management company. Mr. Chen, we should have met..." The middle-aged man introduced himself and smiled when he saw Chen Ran opening the door.
Shaked hands with Chen Ran.
Chen Ran stretched out his hand and shook his hand. He still had some impressions of this person. He had met him when he accompanied the female police landlord to register. After shaking hands, Manager Wu explained the purpose of his visit straight to the point.
For those who charge property fees, the previously paid property fees have expired. According to the agreement when renting the house, Chen Ran should have paid the property fees. However, Chen Ran has been unable to be contacted during this period. I saw Chen Ran in the surveillance just now.
When Ran came back, he came to visit in person.
When Chen Ran heard about this, he apologized to the other party, and then followed the other party to the property department to pay the property fee. He rented this apartment for half a year, and now half of it has passed, so he paid the remaining
All property fees have been paid.
"Manager Wu, I can't contact the head of the household now. Can you contact her here?" After paying the property fee and about to leave, Chen Ran suddenly stopped and turned around to ask.
"You mean Miss Yuan, right?" Manager Wu shook his head: "I can't contact her now."
Chen Ran was not disappointed when he heard Manager Wu say that he could not contact the policewoman landlord. This was what he expected. When the policewoman landlord left, she obviously wanted to avoid him. How could she leave contact with the property management company?
Way.
"Then if my rent is due, what should I do with this house?" The note left by Chen Ranji's policewoman landlord seemed to say that if the rent is due, someone will take it back.
"We don't know about this..." Manager Wu obviously had no idea that he couldn't contact the female police landlord.
Chen Ran frowned: "Do you have the contact information of the household head's family here?" But he thought of Father Yuan whom he met at Shui Linglong Club. Father Yuan should have information about the female police landlord.
Chen Ran was looking for the policewoman landlady not because he wanted to have anything to do with the policewoman landlady, but just wanted to know. Maybe even if he found out about the policewoman landlady, he would not necessarily go to her. Even if he went to find her,
I don't necessarily want to meet her, I just want to know where she is and whether she is doing well, that's enough.
This can be regarded as a kind of concern.
To Chen Ran's disappointment, Manager Wu still shook his head: "The only one registered here is Miss Yuan. Oh, by the way, I forgot one thing. Although the owner of this house is Miss Yuan, there is another one.
There are two co-owners, but this co-owner has not been here for many years. I have been working here for several years and have never seen him once. I don’t know the specific situation. So,
Well, Mr. Chen, I will check it for you. Once I find the contact information of that person, I will call you and tell you..."
After leaving manager Wu's personal contact information, Chen Ran left the apartment. Although no information about the policewoman's landlord's family was found, having the co-owner's contact information was an unexpected gain.
Although it is difficult to say the relationship between the household head and the co-owners, they generally should have a deep relationship.
After leaving the apartment, Chen Ran drove to Xiaojingshui Village.
When he arrived at Xiaojingshui Village, Chen Ran thought of Uncle Luo. Since the last time they separated, he came to Xiaojingshui Village twice but didn't see Uncle Luo. When he turned a corner and walked to the door of Uncle Luo's house, he looked
At a glance, he found that the door was locked, so he had no choice but to rush to Uncle Huang. Uncle Huang already knew that he was coming, and enthusiastically welcomed him into the house, and brought out a lot of various specialties to entertain him, like
Large plates of dried persimmons, osmanthus cakes, jujubes, mountain peaches, and mountain grapes, some of which Chen Ran had never seen before.
These things are all authentic specialty products. You can’t buy mountain grapes like mountain grapes. Although they are cultivated artificially now, the taste has changed. Only the mountain grapes grown in the mountains have the most authentic taste. When I was a child, I would always visit
It was the season when mountain grapes were ripe. Chen Ran often followed the adults up the mountain to collect grapes to eat. Each person carried a sack, and when he came back, he carried half of the sack.
Chen Ran curiously asked where Uncle Huang got so many authentic specialties. After asking, he found out that Uncle Huang had been wandering around the countryside during this period, spending all his time traveling while collecting some antique specialties and so on...
…
After Chen Ran heard this, he was really impressed. Uncle Huang was at least in his fifties or sixties, and he still had such a mentality. No wonder when he saw Uncle Huang, he felt that Uncle Huang was covered in dust, as if something had happened.
One trip makes a world of difference.
"So many!" After tasting the specialties, Uncle Huang took Chen Ran into the inner room. Entering the inner room, Chen Ran was quite surprised. The floor of this room was filled with broken bowls and broken bowls of all sizes.
From a quick glance, there must be at least a few hundred pieces of plates...
"I have chosen a county in every city in our Central Plains Province to visit. During this period, I have traveled all over the Central Plains. Xiaoran, take a look. Some of the broken things were collected by me, and some were collected by me.
I picked it up and it didn’t cost much..." Uncle Huang said cheerfully.
Chen Ran nodded. He always praised Uncle Huang's mentality of playing with antiques.
He knelt down and took a look at the antiques on the ground, but Chen Ran couldn't laugh or cry. He was shocked when he saw so many things. When he knelt down and didn't take a closer look, he saw a large piece of broken bowls.
The broken jar is not an antique at all, it is simply... It can only be said that it cannot even be called a modern art piece. It should be porcelain for daily necessities produced by small workshops in the countryside. It has no collection value at all.
When Chen Ran told Uncle Huang the results, Uncle Huang was not disappointed. Instead, he happily asked Chen Ran to pick out the antiques and put aside the ones that were not.
For Chen Ran, these things are almost all items that can be bought at first glance. Although there are few antiques, some of them can be regarded as antiques, but they are not of much value.
While Chen Ran was classifying antiques with Uncle Huang, when he came across antiques, he explained them to Uncle Huang. Uncle Huang couldn't remember them, so he asked Chen Ran to write them down in his notebook so that he could study them later.
After all sorting, among the hundreds of items, only twenty or thirty items were selected that could be called antiques, but the total value was probably only ten thousand yuan at most, which is still as valuable as a folk kiln jar from the Republic of China.
There are only so many for four to five thousand.
After hearing this, Uncle Huang was not disappointed at all. He happily said that he only spent five to six thousand yuan collecting these things and his expenses along the way.
In this case, Uncle Huang has gained a lot. Not to mention how much he has earned, at least he has made back all his travel expenses, and he has just spent it all as a tourist.
Chen Ran had been squatting and was about to stand up when he suddenly noticed a small pile of porcelain tiles piled in the corner of Uncle Huang's room.
Chen Ran didn't have time to study the two pieces of porcelain that he bought in Yuzhou not long ago. Although he hasn't studied them yet, there is no doubt that their prototypes are important wares from official kilns.
Seeing Uncle Huang's small pile of porcelain pieces, Chen Ran became interested. He stood up, walked over and knelt down to take a look.
"Xiao Ran, I picked up these porcelain tiles. Some of them look quite beautiful, but I don't know if they are valuable. I heard that some people still collect porcelain tiles for fun..." Uncle Huang saw Chen Ran squatting down to take a look.
He picked up a pile of porcelain pieces and followed him. Although he didn't care much about the value of the antiques he collected, it would be best if they were valuable.
After fiddling with the small pile of porcelain pieces twice, Chen Ran shook his head. These porcelain pieces were just ordinary folk daily porcelain and had little collection value.
Seeing this, Chen Ran lost interest, but when he turned his head to tell Uncle Huang about the value of these porcelain pieces, a familiar color suddenly flashed through the corner of his eye...
[Writing from about nine o'clock in the evening to two o'clock in the morning, my speed... I really vomited blood, thank you brother Leidi for the reward. ]
