After listening to Liu Dong's words, Mr. Wen hesitated for a while and finally nodded, "Okay, but! The old man is old and doesn't want you young people to be as energetic, so he may not be able to do much in a year.
You can’t force me!”
"No way, don't worry! It won't happen for sure!" Liu Dong quickly assured."
Hearing this, Mr. Wen nodded, frowned slightly as he looked at the Hongshan beauty that Liu Dong handed to him. After a while, he shook his head and continued: "What you just said is a legitimate matter."
It’s a win-win situation for both parties. If this is the precious Red Mountain jade figure, the old man will feel uneasy, so be it! The old man still has some collections here, just pick one out and take it away!”
"Don't refuse, otherwise I won't want this beauty from Hongshan, and everything I just said will be invalid!"
Seeing the old man's strong look, Liu Dong nodded helplessly.
Finally, after Liu Dong selected a Warring States Double Dragon jade pendant worth about 100,000 yuan in Mr. Wen's treasure room, the old man reluctantly approved the transaction.
After putting the two pieces of jade in the brocade box given by the old man for free and putting them into the backpack carried behind his back, Liu Dong was ready to stand up and say goodbye, continuing his Panjiayuan treasure hunting trip.
As for the company's affairs, he already had Mr. Wen's phone number, and he would just ask the lawyer from the company's legal department to negotiate the contract with Mr. Wen.
"Xiaodong, do you have time later?"
"Time? Yes, sir, what do you want?" Liu Dong asked strangely.
"Haha, it's not a big deal actually! A few days ago, an old man in the collecting circle passed away. The family property was divided among his descendants. Each of them liked collecting antiques, so they discussed selling the collection that the old man had collected throughout his life and replacing it with
The money was divided. So I invited a lot of people from the collection circle to come over. I see that you are so interested in collecting antiques and you also have a lot of money in your pocket. I want to take you to see if there is anything you like.
Just buy it!”
"This relationship is great, old man! When can we go?" Liu Dong said with a smile.
"Haha, when I met you just now, I planned to go. Although I have been delayed for most of an hour now, I left early just now, so it is not too late to go now."
"Okay, old man! I have no problem, let's leave now!" Liu Dong had just picked up a big bag, and Liu Dong was very interested in antiques. So after hearing this, he immediately decided to go.
Seeing this, Mr. Wen smiled, told his young apprentice to look at the store, and then led the two of them out of Panjiayuan.
Later, the three of them stopped a taxi. After Mr. Wen gave him an address, Liu Dong and Mr. Wen started chatting in the car.
"The old man we are going to is called Zhao Sanyou. He used to draw comic strips at the People's Publishing House in Beijing. He loved collecting all his life. Later he retired. After the boss left, he spent all his money and energy on antique collection.
Normally, his things are regarded as life, and no one in the family is allowed to touch them. I didn’t expect that as soon as this man left, Lao Zhao’s life’s hard work would be sold by his own children! Alas, things are really unpredictable!”
Seeing the old man's expression of emotion, Liu Dong felt a little emotional in his heart. At this time, he also began to understand why Mr. Li would rather keep the things that had been passed down by his ancestors and grandchildren for three generations to himself than leave them to his own family. He was afraid.
That is, if he suddenly passes away one day, his descendants will sell out all his hard work.
"Will something like this happen to me in the future?" Liu Dong asked himself.
Then he sighed softly in his heart and shook his head slightly. He was only 20 years old, and it was too early to think about these things now.
But at this time, Liu Dong suddenly remembered what Mr. Li told him a few days ago about opening a private museum.
"Perhaps this is the only way out, but opening a private museum is not a trivial matter. It is better to think about it in the long term. Moreover, my few collections, even with Mr. Li's collection, cannot support a museum!" Liu Dong thought in his mind.
Thinking.
Moreover, he thought that since he had the idea of opening a museum, it should not be too cramped. Not to mention compared with the Forbidden City, but it should be as big as the Capital Museum, right? Otherwise, he would not be able to receive enough tickets to maintain the expenses of the museum.
, how to expand the collection.
A private museum that cannot be responsible for its own profits and losses will inevitably go bankrupt one day if it loses money. This is far from Liu Dong's original intention of establishing the museum.
"Besides, no matter what, one of my descendants must like to collect antiques! If one doesn't work, then two, if two don't work, then three, if three don't work, then four...!"
These chaotic thoughts kept wandering around in Liu Dong's mind, and at this time, the taxi also drove into a somewhat messy alley.
Compared with the clean, tidy and quiet alley outside Mr. Li's small courtyard, this place is more like the legendary old Beijing alley, with bicycles and tricycles passing by, and hawkers selling in Beijing accent, holding
An old man sitting on a chair basking in the sun at the door, garbage piled up at the door of each house, and children occasionally running around. This ancient yet modern lifestyle is the most attractive feature of the old Beijing hutongs.
According to the address given by Mr. Wen, the taxi stopped at the entrance of an already dilapidated courtyard house.
The door to the courtyard is half open, and you can vaguely hear the noisy voices from inside. When you push it open, only half of the door is left, and the bedding on the door has long since disappeared, with only a ring of rusty iron bars used as handles.
The three of them walked in through the old wooden door one after another. Stepping into the gatehouse, there was a gray-yellow paper hanging on the screen wall facing the door, symbolizing that someone in this family had passed away.
At this time, a corner of the paper had fallen off, and the remaining triangle had been stubbornly attached to the wall, resisting the summer heat and the occasional majestic wind.
Walking past the screen wall, you will see a traditional courtyard house, with a main house, side rooms, and side rooms on the left and right. Every door is covered with paper, and the yard looks a bit messy. There are black and gray in the center of the yard, and white ones still in the corners.
The mourning clothes indicate that this family must have just finished the funeral not long ago.
When the three of them walked in, an old man in a white shirt was sitting on the blue brick steps on both sides of the door smoking. When he saw Mr. Wen coming in, he quickly came over to greet him.
"Old Wen, you're here! Who are these two?"
"Oh, let me introduce you, this is Liu Dong, and this is Mu Gang, my old man's friend, here to see something!"
"Xiaodong, Mu Gang, this is Lao Liang. Like me, he opened a 'Ruiyunxuan' in Panjiayuan and mainly deals in the Four Treasures of the Study. He also likes to play with antiques."
"Hello, Mr. Liang!" Liu Dong said politely.
"Hello, old man!" Mu Gang said in an angry voice, but his voice was definitely not low, which shocked Mr. Liang.
"Hello! Since you are friends with Lao Wu, you are also friends with me, Lao Liang. Let's get together when we have time!" Mr. Liang's words contained the unique cheerfulness of northerners.
"Haha, let's talk about making friends later! Now we are just here to see something. By the way, why don't you go in? Weren't you, an old guy, very active back then?"
"Well, I was upset when I saw Lao Zhao's children arguing so hard over the share of the family property, so I came out! Lao Liu and the others are inside! But don't hold out any hope this time. In the past, Lao Liu
The blue and white brocade jar from the Qianlong official kiln that Zhao collected had long been sent to Jiade for auction. The remaining war drum bronze bean, an agarwood-twisted lotus-patterned bowl by Jiang Chunbo, a master of agarwood craftsmanship in the mid-Ming Dynasty, were also
The white jade shanzi you are interested in was bought by a boss just now. The remaining items are items worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. This family thinks that the handling fee for the auction is too expensive, otherwise it would be early
Sold them all without keeping any one."
Hearing this, Mr. Wen couldn't help but show a deep look of disappointment on his face. Today he came here just for this piece of Ming Dynasty white jade dragon mountain. Unexpectedly, it was a step too late and someone else bought it first.
"Oh, forget it, since everything is gone, I won't go in. I don't like anything else except jade. Xiaodong, if you are interested, just go in and have a look. Although Lao Zhao's collection
The most precious ones are gone, but there are still dozens of them that should be good. If you like them, buy them. Antiques have been on the rise in recent years, and they are good for collection or investment!" Mr. Wen said.
"Okay, old man, I'll go in first."
"Well, go ahead!" Mr. Wen waved his hand.
However, before Liu Dong could push the door open, the shabby door was opened from the inside. As soon as the door was opened, there were some low-pitched quarrels outside, but suddenly it became violent.
Then, an old man with half a hundred eyes wearing a gray shirt walked out and saw Liu Dong head-on. The old man was stunned for a moment, but nodded with a smile and walked past the two of them. But looking at
He looked empty-handed, thinking that he had gained nothing.
"Who are you? Who asked you to come in?" I saw Liu Dong walking in. He was wearing a red leather jacket and black cotton pantyhose. He had stilted eyebrows, a flat nose, and a slightly chubby face. He was about four years old.
A middle-aged woman around ten years old asked unceremoniously.
However, Mu Gang came in next, and a look of fear flashed in the woman's eyes, and her aggressiveness was reduced a lot.
Liu Dong glanced around and roughly understood the situation in the room.
The three men and two women standing in the living room are probably the old man's children, or relatives like his wife or son-in-law. The wing on the left was originally supposed to be a bedroom, but now it contains porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, and two or three people.
The interior is carefully selected, and I think it must be the old man's previous collection. In the right room, there are some sundries such as tables and chairs, and some boxes. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for more novels.