Chapter 70 Hiss
There was nothing to do in the afternoon. The young man and the old man pushed the rook on the chessboard for a while.
I don’t know where the old man went to study or what, but his performance today was very brave, and he killed the young man in a short time.
“No more playing.”
Chu Heng, who had lost another game, dropped the chess pieces with a droopy look, picked up a cigarette and lit a cigarette, clicking it glumly.
The old man sipped his tea happily and said very proudly: "Are you convinced?"
For this day, he had read several chess books at home!
"I'm not in a good state today."
Chu Heng, who lost to the smelly basket, became more upset the more he saw the old man, so he simply got up and left the office, out of sight and out of mind.
“I’m going to go out and take a breath.”
He wandered to the front room and chatted with Ni Yinghong for a while. When the girl got busy, he strolled to the street again.
As a habit, I came to the grocery store to take a look. There was finally a circle under the window!
“I have to get up again at midnight and crawl through the night.”
Chu Heng walked over with a smile, quickly erased the mark on it, and continued walking forward as if nothing happened, and met an acquaintance. Just stop and chat for a while.
Just walking and chatting along the way, we gradually arrived in front of the cultural relics store.
At this time, cultural relic shops were basically closed to the public. In most cases, only foreign guests could enter, in order to earn some precious foreign exchange from these foreigners.
Coincidentally, as soon as Chu Heng arrived here, he saw a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes coming out of the store, holding a large exquisite blue and white plate in his hand.
This couldn't help but remind him of the Hongwu blue and white jar he picked up in Pigeon Market.
"How about letting a professional appraise it?" Chu Heng muttered with a guilty conscience. He was just playing with last week's antiques, so he didn't dare to be completely sure that the blue and white jar was authentic. Fake.
After hesitating for a while, he found a deserted place, took out the blue and white jar, and ducked into the acquisition department of the cultural relics store.
The cultural relics store has two branches, a sales department, which is only open to foreign guests or cadres with special needs, and an acquisition department, which is responsible for purchasing folk cultural relics and antiques.
When Chu Heng came in, there were no customers in the store. There was only a gentle middle-aged man wearing thick-soled glasses and an old man with a goatee studying a small cloisonné enamel bowl behind the counter. .
Hearing someone coming in, the gentle middle-aged man turned his head and looked over. Seeing that he was carrying a blue and white jar in his hand, he handed the small filigree bowl to the old man, stood up and came to the counter.
"Put the jar here and let me take a look." The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at the solid wood cabinet with his finger.
“Okay.”
Chu Heng carefully placed the jar on the counter: "Give me a price."
After he calmed down, the middle-aged man gently picked up the jar and looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a while, he He started to keep nodding his head, as if he was optimistic about it.
Chu Heng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, thinking that it must be true. He didn't take his eyes away, and he felt very proud.
Before he could be happy for a long time, the middle-aged man glanced at the jar to pay for it, and suddenly frowned. He put the jar back on the counter with a look of disgust, and reported to Chu Heng with a smile. Price: "We'll charge you three yuan for this."
"What the hell?"
Chu Heng, who was happy, looked at him in surprise. Hongwu's blue and white was only worth three yuan. Antiques these days are too cheap. Immediately, a sudden thought occurred in his mind, and he had a bad guess.
You won’t accept a fake one again, right?
Chu Heng swallowed, pointed to his jar tremblingly, and asked the middle-aged man: "I... am I Hongwu blue and white?"
Middle-aged man She glanced at him funny: "What are you thinking? This late Qing Dynasty imitation is really like Hongwu blue and white, at least it costs more than a hundred."
"At the end of the Qing Dynasty?"
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, which made Chu Heng feel disheartened. His face turned as dark as three Ni Chens. He didn't want to look at the broken jar again, waved his hands and said: "Sold, I'll write a ticket if you're bothered."
"Okay."
The middle-aged man raised the jar and put it away He went aside and quickly opened a receipt, and finally handed him three dollars: "Take it."
Chu Heng took the money and walked out of the purchasing department in a daze, waiting until there was no one in front of him. At that time, he gave himself a big mouth with shame on his face: "If I spend more money to buy antiques, I will be a dog!"
Damn it, you can even receive a fake product from the 1960s, it’s so embarrassing!
Isn’t it okay that I stopped playing last week?
With a sad mood, Chu Heng walked around for a few more streets, and finally stopped in front of the trust firm to watch the excitement.
This trust store is somewhat similar to an old pawn shop, responsible for the sale or consignment of various valuable second-hand items, but this one is state-owned.
The items sold there are also daily necessities for ordinary people's homes, mostly furniture, bicycles, clothes, fur jackets, bedding, watches, cameras, gramophones, ice skates and other old things.
The 1960s and 1970s can be said to be the golden age of trust shops. In these years, people's wages were not high and supplies were still scarce. Most things were supplied by vouchers. Sometimes you might not be able to buy things even if you had money.
The items in the trust store are all old items, which are cheap and do not require a ticket, so they are deeply loved by some people who are short of money, and the business is also very prosperous.
Of course, if this business is good, some people will be concerned about it. Some bold businessmen have set their sights on this piece of fat. They hang around in front of the store blatantly, and when they see people coming to sell things, they will run up to pick fights. Collect it, resell it afterward, make a profit, and transfer a few yuan a day.
At this moment, there are more than a dozen sneaky businessmen wandering in front of the store, and more or less they are carrying something in their hands. Some are carrying a few pairs of ice skates, and some are clutching one or two watches. There were even people pushing a bicycle around asking for prices.
The employees in the store ignored this and even stood at the door and chatted with a few familiar traders.
What they earn is dead wages, and whether they charge more or less is their share of the money, there is no need to compete with them.
Furthermore, is there something fishy between them?
"Brother, do you want ice skates? They are 80% new."
Not long after Chu Heng stood there, a young man came up with several pairs of ice skates, holding a pair of black leather skates. The ice blade on his face dangled in front of his eyes.
“No, no.”
He waved his hand impatiently to drive away the second-rate dealer, and walked towards the trust store with one step at a time, intending to see what was inside.
This thief has nothing but money in his pocket. Now that he is in a place like this where money is all he needs but no tickets, he is very confident!
The space in the store is huge, and there are quite a lot of counters, selling everything. The counter next to it sells used clothes. In addition to the common styles nowadays, he also saw Arrived in suits with bright 'Braj'.
“Hold on!”
Chu Heng’s eyes suddenly stopped on a floral cheongsam, and the image of Miss Ni with a proud figure suddenly appeared in his mind, wearing a slim-fitting slit with thigh-high slits. The scene when wearing cheongsam.
"Hiss!"
So terrifying!
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