Chapter 299 The comic strip of the Republic of China
The day after attending Ning Xuanxuan's birthday party, Xue Chen once again went to the scrap collection station to collect cockscomb blood to make Chunyang gourds.
Other things can be postponed, but he is completely concerned about making the Chunyang gourd, which is related to when the spiritual energy in the ancient jade can be fully absorbed.
In addition to Yan San, Xue Chen also gave a sum of money to the purchasing station. After all, raising these fifty roosters occupied the space of the purchasing station.
The owner of the buying station is a friend of Yan San, his name is Li Guimin. The family of three lives in the buying station. On weekdays, they wait for people to deliver scraps to their doorsteps. Occasionally, they drive an electric tricycle out to collect scraps.
Materials.
When he arrived at the collection station, Li Guimin was pulling a cart of scraps back from outside. There were scrap books, scrap metal, and various beverage bottles on the cart.
Seeing Xue Chen coming to collect cockscomb blood again, Li Guimin jumped out of the car, walked over and said hello with a smile: "Mr. Xue is here to collect cockscomb blood?"
"Yeah." Xue Chen replied with a smile. When Li Guimin took out a cigarette and came over, he shook his head to express that he did not smoke.
Li Guimin looked at the chicken coop in the yard and the red roosters inside. He was really curious. He couldn't imagine why Xue Chen wanted to collect cockscomb blood. He just felt it was very novel.
"Boss Li, how is the business at the purchasing station?" Xue Chen asked casually.
"Hey, don't call me Boss Li. That's insulting me. How can I, a waste collector, be called a boss? The business at the collection station is so-so. The location here is average, even if I'm not hungry or cold." Li Guimin
said.
At this time, a chubby boy of six or seven years old ran up to Li Guimin, stared at the chicken cage, pulled Li Guimin's pants, and said innocently: "Dad, kill the chicken and eat it."
Li Guimin glanced at Xue Chen awkwardly and scratched his head: "If you want to eat chicken, dad will buy it for you tomorrow."
Xue Chen glanced at Li Guimin's child and smiled, but when he was about to look away, he found that the child was holding a palm-sized book in his hand.
"Um?"
When Xue Chen took a look at it, he felt that the book seemed interesting and looked like an old object.
"Boss Li, is the book in your son's hand?"
Li Guimin was about to coax his son to leave when he heard Xue Chen mention the book in his son's hand. He was stunned for a moment, then took the book in his son's hand and looked at it twice.
Xue Chen took a closer look and saw that he was right. It looked like a comic strip from the Republic of China period.
"Boss Xue, this book?" Li Guimin raised his head and asked.
Xue Chen reached out and took it, looked at it carefully, and saw that it was indeed a comic strip from the Republic of China period. The comic strip was about the story of Lu Bu and Diao Chan. The entire comic book was in pretty good condition. Although it was a little worn, at least it was
There are no missing pages.
"This is a comic book from the Republic of China." Xue Chen said with a smile.
"Comic strips from the Republic of China?" Li Guimin muttered.
Today is an era of developed information and an era of collecting by all people. When Li Guimin heard Xue Chen say that it was from the Republic of China, his first thought was: Is this thing valuable?
"This is interesting. Didn't Boss Li show it to your son?" Xue Chen asked a little surprised when he saw that Li Guimin didn't seem to know about it.
Li Guimin shook his head, and then asked carefully: "Mr. Xue, is this comic book valuable?"
"It's not bad, this appearance can be sold for two to three thousand." Xue Chen said calmly.
Two to three thousand. Li Guimin was still very happy when he heard this price. This was equivalent to less than half a month's income of the purchasing station.
"I think you should ask where this comic strip came from." Xue Chen suggested.
"Yes." Li Guimin then knelt down, looked at his son, and asked, "Yangyang, dad asked you, where did this book come from?"
The little boy looked at Li Guimin nervously, scratched his head again, and after a moment of reaction, he said that he had picked it up from the scraps collected yesterday.
"Since you collected it, there may be more than one, so you can look for it again." Xue Chen handed the comic back while speaking.
Li Guimin nodded and immediately took his son to the warehouse where scraps were stored to search for more similar comics.
Yan San was collecting cockscomb blood with a friend of his, while Xue Chen had nothing to do and walked unhurriedly towards the place where waste products were piled at the collection station.
He once heard Shen Wanjun say that if it were an acquisition station thirty years ago, there would be a high chance of acquiring some old objects, because at that time people still had a strong awareness that "antiques are valuable". Not many scrappers realize that they can make a fortune in this line of work.
But it’s no longer possible. Everyone from 80-year-old ladies to elementary school students know that antiques are valuable. Not to mention real antiques, even the earthen jars made after the founding of the People’s Republic of China can be regarded as treasures, so they want to collect antiques as scraps again. That is almost very difficult, unless you are lucky enough to have a chance.
Whether it is in Daxing or Zhuoyou antique stores, there are too many things like this happening. Every few days, someone will come to the door and take out what they think is a priceless treasure to sell. Of course, in the end, the so-called treasure is often Counterfeit.
This is also the reason why counterfeit goods are rampant and scammers are rampant nowadays. It is because there are too many people who want to make a lot of money in the antiques industry, but there are only a few who can make money. There are batch after batch of people who pay tuition fees. And it’s still going on.
When he arrived at the warehouse, Xue Chen took a look inside and saw a little boy standing aside, while Li Guimin was flipping through a pile of old books with his butt sticking out. He didn't know if he had gained anything new.
Not long after, Li Guimin walked out excitedly. He also had several comic books in the same format as the one just now. This surprised Xue Chen. There was actually more than one.
Li Guimin came out excitedly and came to Xue Chen: "Mr. Xue, please help me take a look. Are these books from the Republic of China?"
In addition to the first one, Li Guimin found four more. Xue Chen took it and took a brief look at it. He saw that the paintings were either historical allusions or mythological stories. Judging from the material and printing appearance, they were all from the Republic of China period. thing.
"Boss Li is very lucky. These books are all from the Republic of China. Together they should cost tens of thousands."
Li Guimin grinned and said hurriedly: "Thanks to Mr. Xue, if it weren't for you, I really wouldn't have realized that the little book in my son's hand was from the Republic of China. If it had been one day later, the waste in the warehouse would But we sent them all away, it was so risky."
Li Guimin held a few little books in his hand. He hesitated and said, "Mr. Xue, I heard from Yan San that this is what you do. Why don't you take these little books?"
"Haha, aren't you afraid that I deliberately said the price was low just now?" Seeing that Li Guimin wanted to sell the comic to him, Xue Chen asked with a smile.
Li Guimin immediately pursed his lips and said seriously: "Of course I can trust Mr. Xue."
Although he didn't know Xue Chen's specific origins, he knew from his usual behavior that he was someone with a lot of money, and after several contacts, he could tell what kind of person he was.
"Okay, you can find a bag and put it in. A total of five books will be counted as fifteen thousand." After Xue Chen finished speaking, he turned his attention to the direction of the chicken cage.
There is really not much to say about the 15,000 yuan business, and he has no intention of making money. The price given to Li Guimin is already considered an absolutely high price. There is almost no profit margin. It is difficult to sell this in any antique store.
price.
"Mr. Xue, thank you, okay, I'll install it for you right now."
Li Guimin strode toward the house where he lived. When he reached the door, he met his wife and told him what had just happened. His wife also looked surprised, hugged his son and kissed her twice.
When Li Guimin carefully packed the comic strips in a shopping bag, Yan San had also prepared the cockscomb blood and put it in a white porcelain bottle.
When Yan San found out that Li Guimin unexpectedly picked up a few villain books from the trash and sold them to Xue Chen, he was very happy and got fifteen thousand yuan. He said repeatedly: "Gui Min, you must treat us to a drink."
, otherwise it wouldn’t make sense.”
Li Guimin waved his hand and said with a haha smile: "No problem, I'm just afraid that you will give in."
When Xue Chen was about to leave with the cockscomb blood and comic strips, Yan San and Li Guimin walked out of the courtyard. When they heard Li Guimin's invitation to have a drink, they smiled and declined.
Li Guimin held a stack of bills in his hand, watched Xue Chen drive away, and asked: "Third brother, what does this Mr. Xue do?"
Yan San scratched his head: "It seems that he is the vice president of a company, but I don't feel like he is just a vice president. I always feel that he is quite amazing and mysterious. He always does things that we can't understand. Last time he
I told you about the work that was entrusted to me."
"I remember." Li Guimin nodded and said with some sigh, "Although I can't understand it, I always feel that he is doing something important and is not an ordinary person."
After Xue Chen drove home, he started making Chunyang gourds again. He already had a lot of experience, so he was very familiar with it. Within an hour, there were three Chunyang gourds placed in front of him.
Seeing that only three of the ten gourds succeeded, he felt helpless and curious. He didn't know why such a thing happened, as if there was an invisible force that limited the chance of success.
And no one seems to be able to answer this question for him. If he tells others that he always succeeds in making three out of ten Chunyang gourds every time, he is afraid that other Feng Shui masters will treat him as if he has not finished speaking.
I'm crazy. Not to mention three out of ten, but one out of a hundred will make any Feng Shui master feel gratified!
Looking at the Chunyang gourd that had just been made, Xue Chen did not hesitate and immediately inhaled all the spiritual energy inside into the ancient jade with a wave of his hand!
Feeling that the spiritual energy in the ancient jade was approaching 80%, Xue Chen's eyes lit up, full of infinite expectations, just waiting for the day when the spiritual energy was complete! (To be continued)