Chapter 32 32. Antiques
"Uncle, do you still remember me? I, Du Chuan, was a classmate with Liang Gang before." Du Chuan came to Liang Gang's father and said.
At this time, Father Liang's face was covered with stubble, and his face was full of tiredness and expressions of pain that flashed from time to time.
His legs are gone and it is very inconvenient to sit on the wooden chair.
"Xiao Du, I remember you, why are you here?" Father Liang cheered up and said with a smile on his face.
Du Chuan said quickly: "I happened to meet Liang Gang, so I wanted to come and see you. Back then, I came to your house to have a meal."
Liang's father said He smiled slightly. In fact, Du Chuan only came here for one or two meals back then. He still remembered this.
"Dad, take medicine." At this time, Liang Gang came over and took the medicine and fed it to Father Liang.
After Liang’s father saw the medicine, he immediately became angry, "Where did you get the money? Did you steal things again? Didn't I tell you to stop stealing things, otherwise I will not recognize you? This is my son.”
Obviously, Liang’s father also knew about some of Liang Gang’s previous actions. After all, he was his biological son, so he wanted to hide many things.
"What are you yelling at? If you can, you can make money on your own. Don't yell at my grandson. If he didn't feel sorry for you as a father, why would he be able to do such a thing?" Grandma Liang Gang rushed over to protect her grandson.
Mother Liang was wiping her tears on the side.
Now there are four people in the Liang family, Liang’s father, Liang’s mother, Liang Gang and Liang Gang’s grandmother.
Of these four people, only Liang Gang has a salary, and he also has to buy medicine, so the money is simply not enough.
Father Liang’s angry face collapsed instantly, “I really deserve to die, really, don’t stop me, I will suffer by staying here, and I will also drag you down.”
< br>Du Chuan felt a little at a loss for a while. With the situation in his home now, it seemed like he should leave?
"Dad, this is the money Du Chuan borrowed, not stolen." Liang Gang explained.
"Huh?" Father Liang didn't react.
Who would lend them money now that their family is in this situation?
Not to mention relatives and friends, even his own daughter no longer borrows money. Of course, he understands his daughter, because he has borrowed a lot before. In order to lend money to her natal family, her daughter is at her husband’s house. There was a lot of suffering over there.
Unexpectedly, Du Chuan actually lent money to their family.
"Don't think so much, I will find a way to return the money to Du Chuan." Liang Gang said. After arriving home, he started to talk more.
After saying that, Liang Gang took Du Chuan to his room. He also knew that Du Chuan felt uncomfortable staying outside.
"Thank you, Du Chuan." Liang Gang looked at Du Chuan and said this time, no longer lowering his head.
Du Chuan smiled and said: "No need to say thank you, I used to eat less of your food when I was little."
Liang Gang shook his head and said nothing. This is incomparable. He is now He was really at the end of his rope. If it weren't for Du Chuan's help, he would really have no choice but to watch his father seek death, because every night, he could hear his father being tortured by pain.
"Okay, don't say thank you to me. I am somewhat capable of helping you now. I couldn't help you even if I wanted to before," Du Chuan said.
This is a fact. If it had been before, it would have been a problem for his family to eat, and there was nothing he could do.
Du Chuan then began to change the topic. He did not want to dwell on these matters. Slowly, I became familiar with Liang Gang again. Liang Gang was actually a talkative person, but changes in his family made him silent.
"Are you still practicing calligraphy now? Your calligraphy is really good." Du Chuan said when he saw the calligraphy on Liang Gang's desk.
Liang Gang has been very good at calligraphy since he was a child, and he likes it very much. Even now, he still practices it. Maybe it has become a way to relieve his emotions.
“Practice once in a while, otherwise I don’t know what to do.” Liang Gang said.
Suddenly Du Chuan's eyes saw the inkstone on the table. This inkstone looked dated, but it was so damaged that it looked like it was picked up in a garbage dump.
Liang Gang saw that Du Chuan seemed to be interested in his inkstone and said, "I picked this up at the scrap station. They gave it to me after they didn't want it. They said it was an antique from the Song Dynasty, but I I don’t understand this, and I don’t know whether it’s true or not. He also said that this piece of ink is also an antique. I feel like he just fooled people.”
Hearing what he said, Du Chuan’s eyes lit up. It seemed like this. This thing is really an antique.
Many good things are actually lying around among the people now, and some people who don’t know the value of these things will take them to scrapyards to sell them, and maybe they can get some money.
Of course, the things sold at scrapyards are basically not in good condition, at least they don’t look like good antiques.
Otherwise, there are now places that specialize in collecting antiques, and all the good ones in good condition are sold there.
"Who told you these are antiques?" Du Chuan asked. Naturally, he couldn't tell whether these things were real antiques.
Liang Gang said: "It's Uncle Gong from the scrap yard. He said it was an antique, but it was too badly damaged and had no value, so he gave it to me."
Du Chuan understood it as soon as he heard it. Things stolen from the factory were apparently sold to scrapyards.
And I have a very good relationship with Uncle Gong at the scrap station, otherwise they wouldn’t accept the things he stole from his work.
You know, the scrap station is also a good job now, and there is a lot of money. Of course, this job is not something everyone can do.
Today's scrap stations are not just a place to collect scraps, they also collect a lot of things. It requires people with good eyesight and a lot of experience to be able to do it.
"In this case, if you have time, help me find some antiques like this. No matter what they are, as long as they are not too damaged, I want them." Du Chuan said.
Originally, when he came to Liang Gang's house, he actually wanted to secretly give him some money, because he knew that if he gave it in person, Liang Gang might not take it.
So I thought of this. Sometimes, people are so weird, they can completely lose face to strangers, but they really want to save face with acquaintances, even if it is difficult to a certain extent.
"What do you want these rags for?" Liang Gang asked, but then he said: "Uncle Gong has a lot more over there. If you want it, I'll go see if there are any that are reimbursed and I'll give it to you. "Bring it over."
Du Chuan shook his head and said, "I want to buy it, and it'd better be in better condition."
After thinking about it, Du Chuan still didn't say anything about hiring. Anyway, he would just give Liang Gang more money. If he really said it, Liang Gang might feel uncomfortable in his heart, even if he knew that Du Chuan was helping him.
Du Chuan is not worried about buying fakes. In this day and age, making a fake antique is much more expensive than buying a real one. No one does such a stupid thing.
So as long as it is an authenticated antique, it is basically real. Of course, it may be a fake made by someone in the past, but to Du Chuan, it is also considered an antique.
(End of this chapter)