One of them pestered him desperately, and the other snatched his purple clay pot.
Zhang Yu was sulky for a while, but his attention was diverted by Liulichang, which was about to arrive.
The distance was closer than he thought, and he arrived there in less than an hour.
The first time he saw Liulichang, Zhang Yu felt that it was a little different from what he thought. But after thinking about the past few years, he felt that the current deserted appearance was reasonable and not too unexpected.
Something unexpected.
The Liulichang in front of him was not at all the bustling and lively scene he had imagined at the beginning. Deserted was not enough to describe Liulichang at this time. There was not a single stall on the street, and several antique shops on both sides were closed.
The few antique shops that were open were also deserted and no one was interested. Looking from where Zhang Yu was now, he could still see the waiter in the antique shop lying listlessly half-lying on the counter, dozing there.
Boss Han glanced at the lazy waiter, but didn't say anything. He hadn't opened a restaurant for a long time, and he didn't know if he could continue to hold on.
Once they can't hold on any longer, the workers below will lose their jobs. What's the use of being diligent at this point?
His is not the only antique shop that looks like this now. It can be said that since the beginning of the Five Dynasties, their business situation has been deteriorating day by day, and now the business is even more bleak and there is no way to improve it.
They had thought of everything they needed to do, and had tried to make Liulichang lively again, but in the end to no avail. Even if it later became a public-private partnership, there was no way to save it. They could only hold on day by day.
Since the beginning of this year, he has sold only a handful of antiques.
Although some people would describe their industry as "If you don't open for three years, if you open for three years, it will last for three years", but they can't really not open!
Not to mention profit, even if the cost of those antiques is not included, the monthly turnover is just enough to pay the wages of the staff. It can be said that he is just making money at a loss and insisting on keeping the store open.
However, among all the antique shops on this street, he is still relatively good. He still has a considerable amount of savings in his hand, and can occasionally close a few orders, so that he will not completely rest on his laurels.
Those who think that the antiques of the golden age of troubled times took advantage of the newly established country to empty their pockets and buy a large number of antiques at low prices. Those who think of antiques of the golden age are now called a collapse.
For example, his rival, Boss Xu, did the same thing, and he did it even more desperately, leaving no way out for himself.
He also learned a lesson, because all the money he had was tied up in goods. Last year, if a few other friends hadn't looked down and helped him, his whole family would have starved to death.
Therefore, this person had better leave some escape route for himself!
Thinking of this, Boss Han suddenly felt that he could continue to hold on for a while.
The clerk looked at his boss's strange expression, which changed several times at once, and was a little confused.
However, this is not a big deal. As long as the boss doesn't run away and can still pay him wages, he can accept it no matter how strange it is.
Boss Han didn't know about the clerk's slander. He just counted with his fingers how many antique shops would be open in Liulichang next month?
And all of this changed when he saw Zhang Yu pushing the door open.
The bored boy lying on the counter was the first person to see Zhang Yu. At the same time, he found that although he was very low-key and his clothes were not outstanding, the materials were definitely the kind that ordinary people would not be willing to buy. In addition, Zhang Yu
His temperament, in general, looks like the kind of person who is not short of money. Maybe he can really make a fortune today.
Thinking of this, the clerk immediately cheered up, ran all the way to Zhang Yu and greeted: "Sir, what do you want to buy? Our store is one of the best antique stores in Liulichang, and the items in it can't be more complete.
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Seeing the people coming, Boss Han cheered up, invited them to sit down to one side, and asked the waiter to pour tea.
When Zhang Yu sat down, Boss Han took another look at his clothes. Yes, that's right, they were made by the old master.
The clerk only recognized that the fabric on Zhang Yu's body was good, but he didn't realize that the craftsmanship of the person who made this suit was even more impressive. Although it may not look impressive, it is definitely very comfortable to wear.
Moreover, he knew the tailor who made this dress. Although his craftsmanship was good, ordinary people could not hire him.
He also heard that the tailor was now in a state of retirement and would only take orders from a few acquaintances every year.
Most people don't have any acquaintances to introduce them, and they can't even figure out where to open their door.
Seeing the two people pretending to glance at his clothes casually, Zhang Yu felt helpless. The clothes he was wearing were made by a tailor as ordinary as possible. How could he still be recognized by such sharp-eyed people?
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But when it comes to the clothes on your body, there is something to talk about.
The tailor only agreed to make clothes for him because of a dose of penicillin.
He thought that he had accumulated a lot of sign-ins a few days ago, so he took out ten sign-in opportunities to test whether his luck had recovered?
Facts have proved that his luck in signing in is still worse than before, and he only got one useful thing after ten sign-in opportunities.
The penicillin that was later used on the old tailor's grandson was obtained from there.
At that time, he received a total of fifty penicillin pills. Later, due to various reasons, some of them were given out one after another, until now he only has ten penicillin pills left in his hand.
However, he has seen the extent of the shortage of medicines in this era, and at the same time, he has already made a decision in his heart. In order to provide protection for his family, he will never give away the penicillin in his hand unless it is absolutely necessary or if he signs for penicillin again.
go out.
Call him selfish or cold-blooded, but for him, nothing is more important than his family. In this era of lack of medicine, a penicillin is a life.
"Sir, sir?" The waiter's words and the action of adding tea interrupted Zhang Yu's random thoughts.
"Well, I'm listening, what do you have in your store?" Zhang Yu leaned back a bit to relieve the embarrassment of being distracted in front of others just now.
The waiter has worked with Boss Han for so many years and has long since become a master. He didn't mind Zhang Yu's distraction at all. Instead, he took the initiative to change the subject and help him out: "Our store specializes in ancient books, calligraphy and painting, and the Four Treasures of the Study. It has been in the late Qing Dynasty.
It mainly includes paintings and calligraphy by several masters from the early Republic of China, as well as agate, jade, ceramics, coins, bamboo and wood ivory carvings, etc. No matter what you want, you can find it in our store."
