MTL - The Son of Finance of the Great Age-Chapter 5 no less
Chapter 5 not less
Although the middle-aged man who collected the rags looked lazy, he was very nimble. He grabbed the coin that was still flying in mid-air, wiped it with the clothes that he didn't know how long he hadn't washed, and looked at it with wide eyes. After a long time, it was carefully placed in his arms.
After finishing all this, he happily opened the big front door that was clipped to his ear, took two sharp sips, hummed "Eighteen Touches", and left slowly.
The old man dressed as the master stood aside, watching all this like watching a monkey show, until the man walked away, then he sneered, turned his head and cupped his hands to Zhong and his son, and said coldly:
"I don't know if you two have any good things to sell? If not, don't waste your old time!"
"What? Is this how you do business?" Before the embarrassed Father Zhong could speak, the master heard the child yelling loudly, and everyone could hear the dissatisfaction in the words.
"Children, don't talk nonsense!" Father Zhong tapped Zhong Shi's head lightly, signaling him not to talk nonsense. After he warned Zhong Shi, he said to the master a little embarrassedly:
"This old man, you must not be as knowledgeable as a child! My kid grew up in the countryside, and his temper is a bit wild..."
"Hey, how can this old man be so stingy? You two, please come inside and talk!" The master's sly little eyes rolled around, and he showed a smile that was not smiling. He did look down on the father and son dressed as farmers just now, but he was too embarrassed to say that to the child, so he forced a smile on his face.
After he finished speaking, he took the lead and walked to the receiving station full of waste paper and rags. Father Zhong glanced at Zhong Shi who was still pouting and sulking secretly, squeezed his little face, and then pulled him away. His white and tender little hands followed closely behind the master.
After passing through the receiving station full of sundries, the master pushed open a secret door full of dust, and led Zhong and his son to an independent yard. Clutter is a different thing, and there's clearly something else going on here.
Father Zhong had never seen such an exquisite courtyard before. He moved lightly, for fear that the dust on his cloth shoes would stain the bright stone slabs. On the contrary, it was a small Zhongshi, who didn't even look at the surrounding scenery. Also showed a look of disdain.
After entering a small and exquisite attic, the master unceremoniously sat on the main seat in the lobby, and asked carelessly:
"I don't know the gentleman's last name? What do you think of this courtyard?"
Although he was speaking to Father Zhong, his eyes were on the child who was sitting on the chair with his buttocks closed and dozed off. What the child said just now is obviously not suitable for his age. The master feels faintly that the relationship between the father and son seems to be decided by this child.
As soon as the three of them sat down, a plainly dressed man came out of the room, brought each of the three a cup of tea, left the teapot on the tea table, and retreated silently.
"Miangui's surname is Zhong, this place is very good! It's very good!" Father Zhong just sat down, heard the teacher's question, and saw someone bringing tea, so he had to stand up again and praised absent-mindedly. No matter how exquisite the courtyard is, it won't make him feel so cramped, but isn't the scene of the servant serving tea in front of him just like the previous landlord's house? This confused him a lot.
"Haha, it's just an ordinary yard. You probably spent a lot of money to get such a big yard!" Zhong Shi patted the chair under him and said casually.
The main hall has an old-fashioned layout. On the wall opposite the main entrance is a copy of "Xuelu's Early Journey", and on the left and right are Zhuge Liang's running script couplets "There is no ambition without indifference, and no distance without tranquility" , There are two large grand master chairs placed below, facing the gate facing north and south, two mahogany chairs are placed on the left and right sides, and a square coffee table is placed in the middle.
"This little brother is very knowledgeable. This old man has lived for such a long time, and this is the first time he has seen such a smart child! Haha, let's get back to business. I don't know if Mr. Zhong came to the door this time. What good things do I want to show this old man? "The master picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea pretendingly, closed his eyes and felt it for a long time, and then asked.
"Nonsense, of course I came here to sell antiques. Do I want you to taste tea and appraise paintings?" Zhong Shi curled his lips in disdain, jumped off the chair, put the package in his hand on the coffee table, and then carefully untie. He has long disliked the master's pretentiousness, and naturally he will not be too polite when speaking.
Father Zhong couldn't get in the conversation, so he could only smile a few times, sat down on the chair, and drank tea absent-mindedly.
Wait for Zhong Shi to place the white porcelain bowl on the coffee table, the master who was calm before was startled, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and said in a strange way:
"It's just such a crap? Are you playing tricks on me, an old man?"
He spoke angrily and in a harsh tone, so frightened that Father Zhong almost dropped the teacup in his hand. He said this very bluntly, but in an old-fashioned manner.
"Cut! Do you know the five famous kilns of the Song Dynasty? My lord, let me tell you, this is the porcelain produced by the Ding Kiln! How can you be a shopkeeper with your skills?" Zhong Shi couldn't bear it when he heard him say that. Containing the anger in his heart, he couldn't help but patted the chair and sarcastically said loudly.
He was a proud person in his previous life, and he was neither humble nor overbearing when dealing with those rich people. Now when he meets a little old man in a small county town, he first put on a superior posture, but now he dares to Talking to him like this, how can you not make him fly into a rage!
It's just that he forgot that at this time he was just an inconspicuous eight-year-old kid, and his father in name was just a submissive farmer, and it was only natural that he was not looked down upon by others.
"Oh? Dingyao? This old man has to take a good look at it!" The master scolded the baby-sounding child, his face couldn't hold back immediately, and he sneered with an angry smile.
"It's up to you, but the ugly words are up front. My bowl is worth 400,000 yuan. If you don't abide by the rules of appreciation, if something happens to my porcelain bowl, I'm afraid it will cost you all your yard. I can't pay!" Zhong Shi didn't show any weakness, and reminded him mercilessly.
The rules of the antique circle, when dealing with fragile porcelain, jade, etc., no matter what the environment, you must never reach out to take it without authorization, let alone pass it from hand to hand. Only after the other party has placed it securely can the other party reach out. Take it, this is for safety, and secondly, if there is any damage, it is also easy to distinguish responsibility. In addition, in the process of viewing, the appreciator generally needs to carry out three levels of protection: one-hand holding, second-hand holding, and third-hand soft table tops. If it is a particularly valuable gem, most people will choose to watch it with their eyes and not touch it.
The master who was wearing gloves paused when he heard Zhong Shi's words, then he threw down his gloves, took out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket, found a pair of magnifying glasses from somewhere, and approached the white porcelain bowl , looked carefully.
"Scared?" Zhong Shi picked up the teacup and tasted the tea with gusto.
Master heard this, he was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. But after all, he is a person who has lived for more than half a century, why hasn't he seen the ups and downs? Even the Communist Party that starved to death tens of millions of people, the repeated purge campaigns, and the national chaos that lasted for ten years, he survived unscathed.
what is it today? To sow discord with this child in a few words? When the master turned around and thought about it, he understood what was going on. The kid saw through the price-lowering tricks he used earlier. Not only that, but he was also being led away by the little kid without knowing it, which made it even more frustrating. He was annoyed.
As soon as he figured it out, the master regained his composure, and his face became calm. After observing carefully for a long time, he said coldly:
"This bowl is of good quality, and it is more in line with the characteristics of Ding Kiln in all aspects. However, I have little knowledge, and I still don't know whether this bowl is genuine or not. How about it, if you want to sell it, I can make the decision. Your price of one thousand yuan, why don't you find someone else to look at it?"
He already has seven or eight percent confidence in his heart, and what he is talking about now is still a means of lowering prices.
"One thousand yuan?" Father Zhong's hands trembled again, and the teacup in his hand collided with the tea lid "clucking" and the sound kept ringing.
"This tea is really bad, it's so bitter! I wonder if there is any coffee?" Zhong Shi didn't answer the master's words, but began to comment on the tea he had been drinking for a long time.
He lived in the United States and Hong Kong for many years in his previous life. It doesn’t matter whether his daily diet is Chinese or Western, but he is used to refreshing coffee when it comes to drinking. Drinking tea requires peace of mind and a leisurely taste. With his previous life, it was difficult to have such an opportunity, so he rarely drank tea.
"This is Yuqian Longjing, very precious, many people can't drink it even if they want to drink it!" The master smiled bitterly and said helplessly. After ten years of national turmoil, few people know and inherit traditional culture, and only old-fashioned people like him know the value of such things.
In later generations, all kinds of famous teas have sprung up in the streets and alleys like bamboo shoots after rain, and only those who have been drinking tea for more than ten years can distinguish the subtle differences. Apart from knowing that tea is bitter and refreshing, Zhong Shi doesn't know anything else.
Yuqian Longjing is very famous, but in Zhongshikou, it is just a more bitter tea. Besides, he was very skeptical about what the master said, Yuqian Longjing is so famous, it has been divided up by the government and other strata long ago, how could it be the turn of this little person in a small county?
It’s like the few Maofeng mother trees on Huangshan Mountain, which only produce a few catties of tea every year, and they have been confiscated by the local government long ago, and have become a special offering that only certain people can drink.
Zhong Shi was wrong, Master, this Yuqian Longjing is really a real product, it was given to him by the big boss behind him. And the big boss behind him was given to him by local officials. The big boss behind the master has businesses in Jiangzhong Province, Xiujiang Province, and Lihai City, and is a guest of the United Front Work Department in these provinces.
"One thousand yuan? Master, you are really generous. I said 400,000 is 400,000, and I won't give up a dime! If you can't make up your mind, tell your boss about your situation about this bowl and let him come in person Talk to me!" Zhong Shi drank the water in his teacup in one gulp, and then said boldly.
"400,000? Not even a dime?" Father Zhong couldn't hold the teacup when he heard Zhong Shi's words.
(end of this chapter)
