"Crash!"
"Ding bell!"
"How could it be possible, how could it be possible!"
In the utility room, Yan Muze was already going crazy. He looked at the bronzes in the corner one after another, his eyes widened, trying hard to find that every fake must have flaws to prove that he was not a waste...
Unfortunately, it backfired.
Even though he tried his best and tried all his tricks, he still couldn't find the slightest clue on any of the bronze vessels.
Even the patina on it is so real!
Old Yan is autistic!
He was born in a Manchu noble family and grew up among antiques since he was a child. It can be said that he has a family background. In the long years he has experienced, countless people have told him that what is fake is fake. Yes, it will never be true. No matter how clever the method is, it will still have flaws.
And he himself has always been convinced of this.
Therefore, when Yan Muze saw these flawless fakes, he did not think about the skills of this forger, but began to doubt himself.
Is it because I am not good enough?
“How is that possible!”
With red eyes, Yan Muze put down a bronze plate full of inscriptions, stood up in despair, and murmured: “Is there really something perfect in this world? "Fake?"
Seeing his appearance, Chu Heng smiled unkindly, and then stepped forward to take a look at the bronzes, and without any surprise, he found no problems.
"What a work of art!"
He stood up in amazement, turned his head and said with a smile to the old man who was carefully accompanying him: "It's a good thing. I want it. Please give me a price."
The old man has long been frightened out of his wits, how dare he Asking for his money, he said with a smile on his face: "No, no, if you like it, just take it, it's just a bunch of fakes, not worth much, just think of it as an apology from me. ”
It’s not that he doesn’t want money, it’s just that he’s too scared to ask for it!
The old man has already taken care of his losses, so how dare he ask for money?
And standing next to him was Mazi, the gangster leader.
He is afraid that if he loses his life, he will lose it!
"You don't have to do this. We are not robbers, so we can pay as much as we want." Chu Heng looked at the old man helplessly.
“You really don’t need it, just take it.” The old man shook his head violently and refused to accept the money.
“Tsk.”
Chu Heng really didn't want to bother with him, so he pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it, just ten yuan a piece. Just keep the money and no one will bother you."
As he spoke, he glanced at Mazi with a warning, and then ordered Wan Xiaotian: "Give the old man one hundred and thirty yuan to move the things."
Say that.
Chu Heng passed by them and left the utility room humming a song, seemingly in a good mood.
Not long after.
Wan Xiaotian also walked out with the old man and the others, and told the boys at the door: "A few people go in and move out the junk in the southwest corner."
Chu Heng immediately stared, went up and kicked the guy. Kicked and warned: "What kind of rags are yours? They are all treasures, you know? Give them all to me." Be careful, if you dare to break it, your legs will be cut off!"
Wan Xiaotian winced and said quickly: "Yes, yes, they are all precious, be careful!" "I know! ”
“Please, Mr. Chu!”
"Be sure to handle it with care."
Seeing that the big boss attached so much importance, the younger brothers quickly put away their contempt and lined up one by one into the utility room.
Wan Xiaotian walked to the bronze tripod that was placed on the ground outside with a puzzled look on his face. He squatted down and touched it. He felt a little puzzled and muttered: "This is a piece of shit, send it to the recycling bin." No one here wants to take it, so why is it a treasure?”< br>
“You know nothing!”
Chu Heng glanced at this guy, then looked at the old man thoughtfully, thought for a while, took out the cigarette, walked up and handed it to him. Gen, asked: "Man, I want to ask you something."
The old man who was looking blankly at the one hundred and thirty yuan in his hand hurriedly took the cigarette and said with a flattering look on his face: "If you ask, little old man, I will tell you everything."
"That's it. "Chu Heng pointed to the square pot held out by a younger brother and asked, "Can you still do it?"
"This..." the old man hesitated and said truthfully: "I can do it, but I haven't done it for too many years. My hands must be a bit raw, so I may not be able to do something like this."
Chu Heng's eyes lit up when he heard this. He may not be able to do this, but is it possible?
The smile on his face immediately became sincere, he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for the old man, and said with a smile: "If you are a hand pupil, you should practice more. If you can achieve this level one day, I still accept the bronzes here!”
"Really?" The old man suddenly became excited. Ten yuan a piece is not a low price, and you don't have to risk getting beaten by swindling around. What a great deal!
“Do you think I need to lie to you?” Chu Heng looked at him funny.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it a try later." The old man geared up and prepared for a big fight, but then when he thought about the expense of making these things, his face darkened again and he became resentful. Said: "Um... Sir, let's forget it. I haven't done this for decades. If I want to pick up my skills again, I don't know how much materials will be consumed, and it may not be possible. Just my family Now this The situation is such that even a poor rat comes in and leaves with tears in his eyes. He really can’t afford to gamble.”
After hearing this, Chu Heng frowned, hesitated for a moment, and asked, “How much do you think it will cost?” Can you make something? "
The old man smiled bitterly and said: "You can't say for sure. If you're lucky, you can make it if you spend tens or hundreds. If it's not good... you may not even make it if you spend tens or hundreds. OK.”
Chu Heng nodded and said thoughtfully: "Then why don't you just do it for me? Whatever you want, I'll get it for you here. It won't cost you a penny. I'll give you twenty yuan a month as salary." When you make something, I will give you a salary increase. Whether it will be paid per piece or the salary will be reduced will depend on the situation. Do you think so?”
There is also this kind of thing? Good thing?
The old man was ecstatic again. It didn’t cost him a penny and he would be paid his salary. There was no need to hesitate. He nodded hurriedly and said: “It’s done, it’s done!”
Chu When Heng saw that he agreed, a smile appeared on his face, and he immediately called Wan Xiaotian over, explained the matter, and finalized some details. They took the pile of bronzes and left here with a clanking sound.
The old man held one hundred and thirty yuan in his hands, and stood in front of the door with his biological father, waving his hands vigorously, with a smile on his face, and he felt that his whole body was full of energy.
It wasn't until no one could be seen anymore that he pulled off his wet pants and returned to the house humming a tune.
“Pa!”
After entering the room and turning on the light, the old man glanced at his grandson sleeping soundly on the kang, bared his big yellow teeth and leaned over, kissing his grandson’s red cheek. He took a sip and said with a smile: "My dear grandson, good times are coming for our family!"
The old lady also woke up at this time and sat down He stood up and asked him: "Who came just now? Has the thing been sold?"
"Sold!" The old man took out the money from his pocket and handed it to his wife, twisting uncomfortably. He twisted his butt and said without any shame: "Hey, get up and get me a pair of pants. I peed my pants just now."
The old lady glanced at his crotch, lowered her head and continued to count the money one by one, and asked with a look of disgust: "What happened to scare you like this?"
She and the old man After all these years, it doesn't happen just once or twice, I've long been used to it.