Sun Xiu was not in Tan Jun's overtime plan. He and Deng Gang closed the door of the recycling center early, pulled a large wattage light bulb in the yard, turned on the power and started working.

Deng Gang collected old books, and Tan Jun flipped out piles of waste paper and newspapers.

Denggang has only elementary school education, but he loves reading and his knowledge relies entirely on self-study, so he packs up old books. He doesn't feel tired at all, and he is enthusiastic about using old books according to various types.

Don't put it well.

The newspaper pile and waste paper pile that Tan Jun was in charge were very dirty. The ink of the newspaper faded, dyeing Tan Jun’s ten fingers black.

At five o'clock in the morning, the darkness before dawn is easy to make people lose, and there is no harvest for a night. Both Tan Jun and Deng Gang are very tired.

Tan Jun stood up and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a dizzy coming, and he hurriedly sat back.

Deng Gang saw it and asked quickly: "Are you standing too urgent? You can sit for a while and I'll bring you a glass of water."

Tan Jun nodded while rubbing his temples.

Seeing Deng Gang jogging into the house, Tan Jun was moved, and he felt that he shouldn't have worked overtime.

He can't make himself tired and sick. If he gets sick, what will happen to his biological mother?

Tan Jun moved the waste paper piled at his feet to the side, preparing to clean up the items in the afternoon.

The waste papers vary in size, and before they are bundled and compressed, they are not solid. When Tan Jun moved, a pile suddenly fell down.

Looking at the waste paper scattered into pieces, Tan Jun smiled bitterly: "Then clean up the pile and rest!"

Deng Gang ran over with water: "I'll come, I'll do it. Go and rest quickly. You're young, don't let your body break down!"

Tan Jun waved his hand: "You go and rest. You will have to collect scraps tomorrow morning. I packed up the pile and went home to sleep, and come back in the afternoon."

"Oh OK."

Deng Gang said he would go to bed. After less than three minutes, his cries came from the room. It seemed that he was exhausted.

Tan Jun drank the warm water from the cup in one breath and then began to clean up the pile of waste paper.

Suddenly, Tan Jun found a relatively special piece of waste paper in a stack of waste calculation paper. At first glance, it looked like a certificate. If you carefully identify the content, you will find that it is a stock.

.

In the 30th year of Guangxu, Baojin Mining Co., Ltd. issued shares.

This stock will definitely not be cashed out, so, is it considered a cultural relic?

Tan Jun narrowed his eyes and began to understand why that little-eyed man was very targeted and only looked for waste paper.

The darkness before dawn suddenly ended, and the east first turned white, then the sun jumped from the horizon, and the golden sun shone on the earth, even at Tan Jun's feet.

The waste paper pile was sprinkled with a piece of golden yellow.

How to turn waste paper into treasure?

Tan Jun was not ecstatic when he found an old stock for a while. This was an accidental event and was even harder than a lottery.

When he began to decide to turn over the pile of waste paper, he was just taking a big adventure.

Tan Jun searched in the pile of waste paper all night, and old stocks were his only gain.

There are treasures in the scrap, whether it is this stock that is difficult to tell the value or other.

A fool would treat "priceless treasures" as waste and deal with them cheaply, but Tan Jun could not just plot on these old things that could not be specifically estimated!

Tan Jun repacked the old stocks with calculation paper, packed up the pile of waste paper, and took the old stocks home.

When Tan Jun arrived home, Liang Yunqing was filling breakfast in the lunch box. His son didn't come back overnight. Liang Yunqing was worried about it and was about to go to the recycling center to deliver breakfast.

"Old Deng is still sleeping, let him sleep for a while."

"Then you eat soon and go to sleep after you finish your meal."

Tan Jun ate all the breakfasts prepared by Liang Yunqing. One was because he was hungry, and the other was because he felt that eating more would lead to good health and he couldn't fall off!

After Tan Jun finished his meal, he slept until two o'clock in the afternoon. After eating the lunch left by Liang Yunqing, he took the old stock out.

Tan Jun came to the National History Museum, which houses the Dahe Square Ding donated by Tan Jun.

During the summer vacation, many parents brought their children to the museum to explore knowledge and silently read history.

There were seven or eight people around the Dahe Square Ding, who were quietly listening to the tour guide explaining the Dahe Square Ding.

Tan Jun smiled when he saw the tour guide with his armband. This person was nothing but Tan Jun’s roommate and friend Xiang Changsheng.

Tan Jun pressed his hat and walked over to listen.

Xiang Changsheng's grandfather is the deputy director here. He, Xiang Yunhai and Wu Yubing are often arrested as volunteer tour guides.

Xiang Changsheng had already memorized the explanation. His explanation was thoughtful and detailed and humorous. After talking about the historical value of Dahe Square Ding, he gave Tan Jun a wink and said, "This

There is still a short story about Zundahe Square Ding in the capital.

It was donated by Tan Jun, the top student in the National College Entrance Examination Science in 1984, but Tan Jun donated this cauldron because of another person.”

Xiang Changsheng paused for a moment and asked if anyone knew this little story.

A junior high school student raised his hand and said, "I know who she is!"

"Oh? Then can you tell everyone who she is?"

"It's Xia Xiaoqin! I've seen her on TV!"

Xiang Changsheng showed a warm and proud smile: "Yes, this is the story of donating this tripod..."

Xiang Changsheng vividly told the story of Xia Xiaoqin and Tan Jun's acquaintance. At the end of the story, Xiang Changsheng said: "Fate is so wonderful, it's just in the crowd.

After taking a look at it, this friendship was formed like this!”

"Baobabababababa..."

The tourists who listened to the explanation applauded Xiang Changsheng's wonderful speech, and Tan Jun also applauded Xiang Changsheng.

He liked Xiang Changsheng's explanation, and liked the sentence: I just took a look at it in the crowd.

After Xiang Changsheng finished his speech, he waved to Tan Jun and walked to a place where there were few people.

"Are you visiting the tripod or me?" Xiang Changsheng asked with a smile.

“All.”

Xiang Changsheng snorted: "Boss Tan is busy with everything he wants and can't see anyone on weekdays. What's the point of coming to find me?"

"I want to see Director Wu."

Xiang Changsheng couldn't help rolling his eyes: "It turns out that I didn't come to find me? I just happened to see me, right?"

Tan Jun coughed dryly, and the meaning was self-evident.

Xiang Changsheng took another look at Tan Jun: "You came by coincidence. My grandfather went to Shanghai for a meeting for three days and came back at noon. Now he is in the office. Do you want me to go find him with you?"

Tan Jun nodded: "Let's go together."

Xiang Changsheng was immediately happy again.

He didn't ask Tan Jun what he was looking for Wu Xing because he was afraid that Tan Jun would not be convenient for him to say it.

But Tan Jun agrees to go there together, which means Tan Jun is not afraid that he will know.

This is the guy from Tie porcelain!

Xiang Changsheng happily took Tan Jun to meet Wu Xing.

Wu Xing was writing a report in the office. Seeing Tan Jun and Xiang Changsheng passing by, he put down the pen in his hand.

Tan Jun didn't say nonsense, he took out the old stock directly.

"Hello Director Wu, I want to ask you to take a look at this piece of paper."

Tan Jun opened the calculation paper, but Wu Xing couldn't take his eyes away.

He put on his glasses, took out his magnifying glass, and carefully identified the contents of the old stock.

Xiang Changsheng originally wanted to get closer to see what it was, but when he saw Wu Xing's expression was so serious, he didn't dare to come over.

Three minutes later, Wu Xing put down the magnifying glass in his hand.

Tan Jun has a precedent for donating Dahe Square Ding. Now he comes with an old stock. He definitely doesn’t just want to find someone to identify the authenticity.

Wu Xing said carefully: "This is a stock from the Guangxu period and has private collection value."

Wu Xing only mentioned the private collection, which means that the History Museum will not list it as a collection at present.

Tan Jun understood what Wu Xing meant, and nodded, trying to put away the old stock.

Xiang Changsheng asked: "Grandpa, how much can a private collection cost?"

Wu Xing glared at his grandson: "This thing cannot be sold at the price, and there are fewer private collectors in China.

But there were old stocks of the same type at auctions in Hong Kong, and I remember the auction price seemed to be 30,000 Hong Kong dollars."

Xiang Changsheng knew that antiques were difficult to price, and the prices sold at the auction must be moisture, but the price of 30,000 Hong Kong dollars was shocking enough!

Wu Xing thought about it and said, "There should be very few stocks issued by Baojin Mining. The rarer the more valuable the ones. I suggest you save this old stock well. Maybe at some point, you can send it.

use."
To be continued...