Early the next morning, my aunt took Meng Xiaoxing away.
I originally wanted to stay for a few more days, but the Han family didn't like Meng Xiaoxing, and even Han's mother had always had a good temper began to complain.
My aunt knew that if she continued to let Meng Xiaoxing continue to live here, it would definitely arouse public anger. It would be difficult for the Han family to help her.
As Link thought, yesterday's incident soon spread in the yard. Everyone knew that the Han family had two ungrateful relatives. Although they didn't say it in front of them, what was revealed in the words made people very annoyed.
Originally, there were many troubles in group courtyards like this, so they could cause trouble even if they were fine. Gossip and gossip were their only entertainment activities.
Han’s mother was very angry when she found out, but she had no choice. After all, her mouth was on others, so it was their business.
As for Link, after seeing off his aunt and the others, he took the cigarette pole out of the door. He made sure to exchange this thing for some money.
This will tell that there are actually not many people who collect antiques, but this thing is very eye-catching. Basically, all collectors have had the experience of exploring their eyesight. There is no way. China has been around for five thousand years, and there are countless treasures left behind, and there are too many operability here.
If you want to sell cigarette poles, Link has two choices. One is to go to the old and young people in the capital, or find two of his acquaintances.
Link gave up the choice of the old man and his wife. He didn't like to deal with those people very much. Until he traveled through those times, these people still looked like they were nostrils, and they kept talking, but they didn't know that those were just their slaves. There was no way. Some people just like this, they were not good people and had to be slaves.
Link focused on his two familiarities. Except for Mr. Guan, nicknamed the Admiral of the Nine Gate, only the Dried Hou could recognize the value of this thing and afford the price.
If you want to say that this ragged man is also a strange person, just like the landlords in Lingnan in later generations, no, they are even more excessive than those landlords. They dress like beggars, but there are luxury houses and sports cars behind them.
After wandering around the street for a while, Link soon discovered the rags.
This old boy was dressed in a ragged state and sat at the corner of the wall. At first glance, he looked a bit like a beggar.
Link didn't say anything, just held the cigarette pole and shook it in front of the rag, and the old boy immediately became energetic.
"Hey, young man, can you let me see this cigarette pole?"
"No problem, but you have to borrow my books to read!" Link said, pointing to the old books beside his butt.
"Yes!" The ragged Hou agreed without saying a word.
After the two exchanged, Link was not polite and squatted beside the rag and read the book.
These books look mysterious and actually tell the story of cultural relics collection and identification of antiques. However, this thing is also a rare thing in later generations. As long as you spend your time studying it, you will not be so easy to be deceived if you become an expert in antique identification.
With the eyes of the ragged Hou, he could see the origin of the cigarette pole. Looking at Link holding the books beside him, he was instantly moved. He turned his eyes and said to Link with a smile: "Young man, do you like these books very much?"
Link glanced at the rags and thought to himself that the fish had taken the bait, but on the surface he replied perfunctorily: "It's okay."
"Then let's discuss it. How about I use these books to pay you the cigarette pole?"
Link looked at the rags. This old guy was quite greedy. Although these books were quite valuable, they were still a little worse than the cigarette pole.
He laughed twice, snatched the cigarette rod in his hand that was still in the rags, then threw the books back to him, stood up and patted his butt and was about to leave.
When the ragged man quickly stopped him. Seeing that the good thing could not be taken down, he would definitely not be able to sleep when he went back that night.
"Young man, don't leave, we can discuss it!"
"How to negotiate?"
"I'll give you these books, plus one dollar, and exchange them for cigarette poles with you. What do you think?"
"Not really!" Link refused again.
In fact, just a moment ago, he had memorized the books he had been doing the ragged ones, and the things he had already had no value in him.
"Then you offer a price!" said the rag.
"I don't want to do it, 50 yuan, you can take this thing away!"
50 yuan is not much, but it is a big sum in this era. After all, in TV dramas, when Han Chunming worked in a bakery, he only cost more than ten yuan a month.
Although this amount of money is a bit worse than the real value of the cigarette pole, it is impossible to sell it at the original price. What people want is to pick up the bargain. If you take the thing back at the actual price, what's the point? Unless you encounter an item you particularly like.
As soon as Link made a bid, he knew that the kid must have known the origin of this thing, and that he was fishing.
But it would be worth it if you could get this cigarette pole for fifty yuan.
But if he doesn't bargain, he won't wait for a trash.
"Fifty is high, up to thirty!"
Link grinned and said, "It's fifty at a price. Do you want it?"
The ragged Hou had no choice but to agree that he really liked this cigarette pole.
"Okay, 50, 50, and I don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. I'm about to finish my coffin for you."
"It's still early!"
Don’t joke about how many antiques he collected at home. The furniture alone will make many experts jealous of them in his future generations.
It's a bit worse than Mr. Guan, but in the era of Link, it's no problem to exchange for a collection for another building.
After receiving the fifty dollars handed over by the rags, Link shook his butt and left. He didn't know what would happen when the rags knew that the thing was collected from his daughter.
With fifty yuan in hand, Link was going home and took the wine he bought yesterday to chat with Mr. Guan. In this drama, Mr. Guan is one of the few good people, and he did not collect antiques purely for himself. He did not want Chinese antiques to be overseas. There are not many people who have such knowledge these days.
Link guessed that this man was probably very good at being, and he didn't want anything else. He just wanted to learn more about Mr. Guan and help him protect the antiques.
Before entering the door, Link met Cheng Jianjun. This kid appeared to be brothers to Han Chunming, but he was not ruthless at all when stabbing a knife in the back.
However, Link has no idea of attacking him for the time being. Doesn’t this kid like Su Meng? Then just match it up. As the saying goes, a bitch will match a dog, forever!