Chapter 461 Qualifications for installing a private phone, the shadow of Da Sinong Bronze Quan (third update)
Lao Ji lives not far from Fang Yan's house.
Fang Yan didn’t even ride a bike and just walked over.
It’s less than two kilometers, and Fangyan walked there in twenty minutes.
Their place was worthy of being the home of the Forbidden City's cultural relics experts. The gatekeepers were all soldiers. After Fang Yan showed his ID, he went inside to inform him, and finally called out to Lao Ji.
Lao Ji, who was on vacation, had obviously just woken up not long ago, and his hair had not been combed or washed.
He came out wearing a military coat and cotton slippers.
When I saw it was Fang Yan, I immediately signed the order to let Fang Yan in.
"You have very strict management here?" Fang Yan said to Lao Ji.
Lao Ji responded:
"How can it be lax? The experts living here are much older, and they are not just cultural relic experts from the Forbidden City..."
Fang Yan asked curiously:
"Are there any other experts?"
Lao Ji opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and then shook his head:
"Forget it, this is disciplined and I can't tell you."
Hearing this, Fang Yan smiled and said:
"Okay, I'm just asking casually. You said I'm not willing to listen."
Lao Ji changed the subject and asked in dialect:
"By the way, you're not studying at home, why are you here?"
While talking, he took out matches and cigarettes from his pocket.
Dialect said:
"You are so forgetful. It's the last day of vacation. Let me ask when the glass for my locker and bookshelf will be ready."
Lao Ji lit up the cigarette and took a long puff.
Then he took a long breath and said:
"Huh..."
"You're talking about this. I just asked you the day before yesterday. The box is ready, but the glass is not ready yet."
Hearing this, Fang Yan asked:
"The boxes are ready, but I have to find a place to put the things at home. Where is the factory? Should I take it back myself, or will they help deliver it to my door?"
Lao Ji flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said:
"Let me call them and ask them to send it to you."
"I was thinking that after I finished making the glass, I would send it to you together, but I didn't expect that you couldn't wait any longer."
Fang Yan said to Lao Ji:
"Those antiques are not mine, my friends put them in my place. I'm not used to having anything to worry about. I always feel uncomfortable. I just have time today so I'll come over and ask you. I'll put the things away when I'm done. ”
"It can be regarded as an explanation to my friends."
Lao Ji nodded very understandingly. If he had been entrusted with so many valuable things by his friends, he would have put them away earlier.
Lao Ji said:
"Okay, you come back with me and I'll make a call to the factory."
When Fang Yan heard this, he asked in surprise:
"You call home? Do you have a phone installed at home?"
"Is your home unsafe?" Lao Ji asked.
Dialect said:
"No, I always use the phone number across the street. It's not like you've never been to my house. Didn't I show you everything in my study?"
Lao Ji blinked, and he suddenly realized that his memory seemed to have gone wrong.
He thought Fang Yan had a phone at home, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there really wasn't one.
Lao Ji said with some embarrassment:
"I thought you had a phone number with your status."
Dialect asked:
"What do you think? Can a private person make the installation call?"
Although I have seen many people installing telephones in their homes, it all has something to do with status.
Fang Yan has never heard of an ordinary person installing a telephone in their home.
Telephones these days are a little different from those of later generations. The further the call goes, the longer the transfer takes.
Therefore, unless a private person has a very high level or is very important, it is generally impossible to pull the phone line.
Upon hearing the issue of dialect, Lao Ji said:
"Of course not, but you can apply!"
"Look, you are now a consultant of the Huaxia Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine. In order to facilitate contact with the Huaxia Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, is it not too much to include a phone number in this application?"
"Ordinary people can't pretend, but are you an ordinary person?"
Fang Yan was startled.
That seems to make sense.
He frowned and asked:
"Really? Why have I never heard anyone tell me this?"
Lao Ji explained in dialect:
"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. It's quite troublesome to connect a phone line. The unit has to make a report and wait for arrangements. The reason why I don't remind you is that the person in charge of this doesn't want to bother."
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"You don't know, and they don't tell you, so that saves everyone trouble."
"But you will use the phone more and more in the future. You can't just not bother them just because they are afraid of trouble, otherwise you will be the one in trouble."
Dialect heard this and said:
"Then I'll go to work tomorrow and ask around."
Fang Yan didn’t say anything about applying directly. After all, Lao Ji was not from the Huaxia Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
What he said was the rule he knew. It was best for him to consult Mr. Cheng or Professor Tamagawa.
Hearing the words in dialect, Lao Ji said:
"No need for tomorrow, these seven days are just a holiday for the people in our calibration room, everyone else is on duty."
"After you pick up the lockers at home in the morning, you can apply for phone installation in the afternoon."
Fang Yan didn't explain his plan, he just nodded and said to Lao Ji:
"Okay, thank you for reminding me."
Lao Ji took the last two puffs of his cigarette and said:
"Hey, it's a joke."
Then the two of them arrived at his home, and Fang Yan found that the expert's home was different. With one staircase and two floors, Lao Ji's home was at least a hundred square meters.
The furniture is mainly made of solid wood, and common ones include wooden tables, chairs, cabinets, etc. At first glance, the furniture is all dated.
There were some calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room. Fang Yan glanced at them and saw Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, and Qi Baishi. He didn't know whether they were true or false, but according to Lao Ji's identity, they should be true.
Lao Ji saw Fang Yan observing the collection in his home and said:
"It's nothing compared to what you have at home. These are all from modern times."
Dialect said:
"Hey, everything in my house belongs to other people too."
Then Lao Ji went to make a call, and Fang Yan started wandering around his house.
Although the calligraphy and painting are modern, some of the porcelain looks not.
It should be an official kiln in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
As for dialects, I just looked at them and didn’t do much research.
At this time, Fang Yan saw a photo with the following printed on it:
A group photo of the excavation team of Chenjiataizi Ancient Tomb in the east of Heisongyi Town, Gulang, Gansu Province in 1953.
Dialect suddenly became excited.
The Great Sinong Bronze Quan of the Han Dynasty was also unearthed along the Chenjia River in Gulang County, Gansu Province, not far from where Lao Ji took a photo.
Fang Yan looked at the photo carefully and found Lao Ji, who was still very young.
I really didn’t expect that Lao Ji would dig an ancient tomb here in 1953.
He picked up the photo and asked Lao Ji:
"Old Ji, what's going on with this ancient tomb from twenty-four years ago?"
(End of chapter)