Chapter VIII Nanyue Old Draft
After Yu Lifei arrived in Tanzhou yesterday, Wu Wengu was the first person to really communicate with him. Moreover, Wu Wengu helped him find a job this time. If it weren't for Wu Wengu last night, he would have to be sent overnight. If someone helped him, he would naturally thank the other party. Even if he had no ability for the time being, he had to come.
From the ornament of the boy bathing cow I bought last night, Yu Lifei realized that he might have a ability that others do not have. Since he got off the train yesterday evening, the Tanzhou Museum has attracted him invisibly. Although he just slept next to the museum last night, he felt extremely at ease and comfort. Especially the dream that was both true and illusory, which made him feel endlessly.
Yu Lifei thought that if he could find a stable job in the future, he would definitely come to the museum frequently. The breath here deeply attracted him, and he vaguely felt that this place would change his life.
Yu Lifei walked around the street stall. He fell in love with a few things, but when he picked them up, he didn't feel that comfortable. There was an antique market across the street next to it, and there were some real antiques inside, but Yu Lifei couldn't afford the price.
Yu Lifei suddenly remembered the ornament of the boy's cow bathing ornament he bought yesterday. Although he also liked it very much, it can be seen that Wu Wengu was also very interested in it. If you really can't find anything else, then give him the ornament of the boy's cow bathing ornament. As for the value of the ornament of the boy's cow bathing ornament, Yu Lifei never thought about it.
But when Li Fei was about to leave, he saw a young man riding a bicycle towards this side. As soon as he arrived in the square, he immediately set up his bicycle. He didn't bother to wipe the sweat from his face and immediately started unloading the vehicle.
When he was still in the car, Yu Lifei had a special feeling, so as soon as the man's car was parked, Yu Lifei walked over slowly. There were a lot of coins, wood, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and he had a lot of things. As soon as he put the things on the ground, Yu Lifei picked them up and took a look. This person's things were much better than other stalls, and there were at least three of the ten pieces, which made him feel. But Yu Lifei was not very interested in coins, wood, and porcelain.
But when he picked up a well-printed and well-preserved old manuscript of Nan Yue, the feeling was very strong. The book seemed to be in his mind all at once, and even the handwriting on every page of the book could be "read" clearly. Yu Lifei still knew a little about the books. Most of the old man showed him since he was a child were thread-bound books. Although he could not tell the age and value, he knew that this should be a good thing.
Yu Lifei flipped through the pages of the book and found that the paper in the book was neither bamboo paper nor velvet paper, but typical white hemp paper: the front was white and smooth, the back was slightly rough, and the paper was uniform and tough.
"Boss, how much does this book cost?" Yu Lifei asked. He didn't know the specific era of the book, and it might be a modern interview book, but he believed in his own feelings. When he held this book in his hand, it made him feel more comfortable than the ornament of the boy's ox bathing picture I took yesterday.
"One Hundred Five." The young stall owner quickly put his hands and feet. After setting up everything, he took a stool and sat down with his bicycle.
"One hundred and five are too expensive. This book is not considered an ancient book. At most, it cannot be considered an imitation. Is it twenty-five?" Yu Lifei asked. Now there are more and more people in the antique market. He has just walked through it and has never seen a transaction of more than one hundred yuan.
"This is what I collected last night. It is intact and has exquisite printing. I spent a lot of money when I collected it. You can't let me lose money, right?" Li Xuanmo said. He has a nickname called straw sandals, which is one of the army of shovelers in Tanzhou. The so-called shovelers are called to buy antiques in the countryside. The industry calls goods to go to the countryside to shovel the land, so they naturally call them shovelers.
Li Xuanmo had nothing, neither money nor a wife, and was naked, and a bachelor. He was the one who fed one person and his whole family was not hungry. He was good and kind-hearted. He used to be a pig-killing butcher business, and later opened a grain and oil shop. In the end, because of life, or perhaps because he heard that the antique industry is very profitable, he joined the antique industry and got married and put away the antiques.
Maybe it was God's will, or maybe it was destined. Shortly after Li Xuanmo became a disciple, the teacher closed his eyes and kicked his legs, and followed Chairman Marx and Mao. The young man who had not learned a few days ago calculated his disciples and ran around the countryside alone. Because there were too many living examples of getting rich overnight, poor Li Xuanmo was filled with a few ecstasy soups that made a fortune by chance, so he was very motivated. He could see him set up a stall in every antique market.
He often rode a broken bicycle, wore a broken straw hat, and came against the scorching sun. He wiped his face with a sweat, and set up a stall in a hurry. He was busy with legs and sweet-mouthed, and he collected a lot of goods. Good and bad things were mixed together. As long as he made money, he would sell it even if he only made money to repair the tires.
The antique dealers in the antique market thought he was easy to talk to, so they were willing to trade with him. Therefore, the young man has been very popular since he entered the industry and has been favored by everyone. Of course, the most important point is that he does not understand the profession. The reason why people compete for the purchase of goods is always the best for him.
In fact, if you always want to take advantage of others, your popularity will become worse and worse, and you will eventually be classified as cunning and treacherous people. If you can take advantage of yourself, your popularity will become better and better. It seems that you have suffered a loss, but in fact you have gained a advantage.
"Let's do it this way, you can say the lowest price. I'm a poor student. If you can afford it, buy it. If you can't afford it, forget it. I want this book very much, so I'm going to start a business with you." Yu Lifei said. He probably only has 150 yuan on his body now, but he still has to eat and sleep. Even if the sleeping matter is easy to solve, he can't stop eating.
"Let's do it, you can take it away for 80 yuan." Li Xuanmo said. Even if he was very honest, he had become smooth and sophisticated after spending a few years in the antique circle. He collected this book for ten yuan. He felt that imitations of the Republic of China could only be treated as old goods, and it was still a distance away from antiques.
"Boss, it's still a little more expensive for 80 yuan. I bought it for a gift. You see, is it okay for fifty yuan? This is not only your opening business, but also our relationship. Once you get along, you will become friends, and you will often come to you to buy things." Yu Lifei said sincerely. He felt that Li Xuanmo was not a few years older than him. Young people should be easier to talk to and would not be too slow.
"Okay, fifty is fifty, so be a friend in the future." Li Xuanmo nodded straightforwardly. For him, a thing worth ten yuan could be turned into fifty yuan, which was enough.
Although Yu Lifei felt very distressed, he still paid the money very readily, put the book in his bag and wanted to leave. But as soon as he stood up, a middle-aged man next to him spoke: "Young man, have you changed your book?"
Chapter completed!