Chapter 115 New Year's Eve Party (seeking monthly ticket)
Just after buying the ivory mat, Zhang Junping began to think about other things in his hands.
Maybe, Mr. Jin might still have a few national treasure-level antiques hidden in his hands.
Mr. Jin knew at a glance that he had no skills to make a living, so he sold all his family property to make a living.
That is to say, the family has a strong financial background, and in the past few years, the inspection was strict, so they dare not sell it, otherwise it would have been lost to him long ago.
We must find a way to get all his things. They are all for sale anyway, but to whom is it not for sale?
If you sell it to an antique dealer and then go abroad, it will be difficult to buy it back.
"Master Jin, let me tell you, if you have any good items to sell in the future, don't go to the black market again. Not to mention it's not safe, and the price you give is not high.
Just come to Brother Zhang directly, and I'm sure to give you a high price." Guan Jiaming also persuaded him from the side.
"Okay, I'll bring the two more things later and ask Mr. Zhang to take care of them." After a slight hesitation, Mr. Jin nodded and agreed, and said he would bring two more things.
Mainly, it was Guan Jiaming's last words that moved Mr. Jin.
Nowadays, to sell antiques, besides going to cultural relics stores, you can only go to the black market.
There is a black market in Panjiayuan. It is a mixed market, and the business is very unsafe. The police often arrest people. Basically, those who go there frequently are registered with the public security bureau.
Once a case involving ancient cultural relics occurs, none of those who often hang out in the black market of antiques will be able to escape and will be taken to the public security bureau to explain the problem.
Mr. Jin was dragged in several times. Fortunately, he was just selling things, so after being educated, he was released again.
"I'm waiting for you at any time, Lord Jin. I'm not here, I'm over at Liulichang. Lord Jin doesn't want to run away any longer, so just leave a message and I'll find you." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
After talking for a while, when Dai Changyuan, Liu Zhengwen and others came over, Zhang Junping greeted everyone to set off, "Brother Guan, Master Jin, shall we leave now?"
Let’s eat and chat when we get to Qingyun Tower?”
"Okay, let's chat while we eat!" Guan Jiaming stood up happily.
"Then I'll shamelessly harass you." Mr. Jin said politely and stood up.
While being polite, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.
He hasn't eaten at Qingyunlou in a long time.
The last time he went to eat was thirty years ago, when his father was still alive. After that, he never had the chance to eat at Qingyun Tower again.
Qingyun Restaurant is the earliest high-end Shandong cuisine restaurant in Beijing. It was built in 1820 by Emperor Daoguang of the Qing Dynasty. It is located in Yandai Xiejie, only one step away from the "Yinding View Mountain", one of the eight scenic spots in Yanjing. It was once a place where poetry and wine lingered
At that time, Prince Rui, Prince Gong, Prince Qing, Duke Dingguo, Duke Anguo, and Marquis Wuding were all frequent visitors to Qingyun Tower.
Of course, the Qingyun Tower that Zhang Junping invited them to was not the Qingyun Tower that the princes of the Qing Dynasty often went to.
That Qingyun Building is now a framing shop.
The Xin Qingyun Building that Zhang Junping and his friends are going to is just one of the branches of the old Qingyun Building and one of the eight buildings in Beijing.
Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, the owner of Qingyun Building closed down due to some reasons. The original backbone of Qingyun Building dispersed to other places and opened Dongxing Building (Cuihua Building), Taifeng Building, Zhimei Building, Hongxing Building, Zhengyang Building, etc.
Qingyun Building, Xinfeng Building and Chunhua Building were later known as the famous "Eight Buildings" in the capital.
Zhang Junping was very happy to have just received a treasure. Plus, he was reunited with Guan Jiaming, so he was naturally even more happy. He felt generous when he ordered the dishes.
"How about three non-stick dishes? Have one? Vinegar pepper fish is a good idea. Grilled sea cucumber with green onion is also a good idea. Lao Liu will give you a good tonic.
Sliced fish fillet, crispy chicken, nine-turn large intestine, hibiscus chicken fillet, sweet and sour Yellow River carp..." Zhang Junping asked for opinions, but he didn't hesitate at all and ordered it directly.
Ten cold dishes, twenty hot dishes, both meat and vegetables are all Qingyunlou's signature dishes.
"That's enough, Brother Zhang, that's enough, there's too much, I can't eat it!"
"Master Zhang, you are too polite. How can you be so embarrassed?"
Guan Jiaming and Jin Ye kept trying to stop him, but they didn't stop him either.
"Okay, let's start with these. If they are not enough, we will add more later.
Do you have Maotai? Let’s get a box first!” Zhang Junping asked for a box of Maotai very proudly.
"The total is seventy-eight yuan and twenty cents, meat tickets..., wine tickets..." The waiter took a deep look at Zhang Junping, then clicked on the abacus and gave Zhang Junping a price.
In this day and age, you have to pay the bill first when eating.
It's not good in this day and age. Going to a restaurant to eat still requires various tickets.
Fortunately, Zhang Junping went to the black market to collect a lot of tickets because of the life problems of his eldest sister and others. He collected a lot of tickets from all kinds of tickets.
The meal lasted until about two o'clock in the afternoon.
As expected, Guan Jiaming, Jin Ye, Dai Changyuan and other nine people all drank too much.
Zhang Junping sipped tea slowly and watched several grown men hugging each other while fighting a lawsuit. It was really a lot of fun.
After a drink, several people almost bowed to him.
Of course, as a theatergoer, Zhang Junping also gained something, that is, from the two more good items he promised before, everything now belongs to Zhang Junping.
No matter how much money others give, he won't give it.
In addition, he promised to help him contact other people later, all of them were young and old from the Qing Dynasty, and they all had some good stuff hidden in their homes.
Regarding these promises made by Lord Jin, Zhang Junping smiled and nodded in agreement.
You can believe that you sell them all to yourself, but if you say that others won't sell them no matter how high the price is, it's enough to listen to this sentence.
Can't take it seriously.
As for the old and young people in the Qing Dynasty who have good things in their hands, this is true.
Although they have experienced wars and raids by red soldiers, these young and old people are still very capable.
The good stuff has been well hidden for a long time. Yuan Shikai's rebel soldiers and Japanese devils didn't search it away. It would be surprising if they could find it.
These relics, old and young, can be considered a disguised contribution to the protection of ancient cultural relics.
After it was over, Zhang Junping called some tricycles and carts, got a few of them on to the cars, and took them all back to Wangfujing.
Liu Zhengwen handed it over to Huang Juan, and the others put it on the kang. A handful of firewood was burned under the kang, so there was no need to worry about them catching cold.
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Time passed very quickly, and December 31st arrived in a blink of an eye.
Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and it is also the day when Central American DreamWorks officially opens.
At this time, the shops in Wangfujing had been cleaned inside and out.
The plaque has also been hung on the gate tower and covered with red cloth.
The only thing that troubled Zhang Junping was that the senior brothers and sisters from the student union also came over to help.
It would definitely be a good thing if they didn't pester themselves to perform the show.
Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and the school organized a New Year's Eve party.
As in previous years, it is jointly organized with the Central Academy of Drama next door.
We jointly organized a New Year's Eve party with the Central Academy of Drama. If this was done in future generations, it would definitely drive the students of CAFA crazy.
Of course, for Central Academy of Fine Arts, which is short of beauties, it is also a joy to be able to jointly hold a New Year's Eve party with the Central Academy of Drama.
However, for Central America School, it is a shameful thing.
PS: I recommend a new book by an old author. "I Have a Mountain of Flowers and Fruits" is well written. I'm reading it.