After leaving the furniture factory, Zhang Junping went to the family area as usual.
Likewise here, the first phase of residential building construction has been completed and is being renovated.
The second phase of the project is faster than that of the furniture factory and has already started construction. After all, the second phase of the project here does not require demolition and is being built on the originally reserved land.
The third phase family area that needs to be relocated has been completed and the land leveling has begun.
After explaining everything, Zhang Junping returned to Liulichang.
"Sister, I went to the new factory area today to have a look. It's all renovated and ready to be moved there.
Just organize it and we'll move there next week."
"Moving next week? What should we do here?" Although I had been looking forward to moving for a long time, but now that I suddenly knew that I was going to move, I still felt a little bit lost.
"What to do?"
"This house over here!"
"Oh! The house here is the same as the one in Wangfujing. The front is used as a furniture shop. As for the back, I have already made arrangements. You will know when the time comes." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Okay, then I'll make arrangements for the relocation." Seeing that Zhang Junping had arrangements, the eldest sister nodded without asking any more questions and turned to leave.
Time always passes by inadvertently, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Three days, to Zhang Junping, was really like the blink of an eye. If Jin Yongshun hadn't come to him, he wouldn't have known that three days had passed since he went to Lao Fengtou's house.
"Master Zhang, you are blessed!" Jin Yongshun greeted Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping was used to Jin Yongshun's behavior and didn't say anything more.
I guess I didn't dare to practice his Manchu etiquette in other places, and I knew Zhang Junping wouldn't report him or do anything to him, so I came here to enjoy Zhang Junping.
"Haha, Brother Jin is so lucky. Why are the magpies screaming this morning? It turns out there are distinguished guests coming to the door!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"What kind of distinguished guest am I? I'm just a commoner at best!"
"Brother Jin, I see your face is full of joy, it means there is something happy happening!"
"Master Zhang, you have a sharp eye! What a happy event. Old Feng's house has been sold, including the furniture and everything, for a total of five hundred thousand!"
"Oh? This is a happy event!" Zhang Junping smiled and nodded.
He had guessed at the beginning that no matter how angry Old Feng was, he would never be able to defeat a prodigal son.
Zhang Junping followed Jin Yongshun to Lao Fengtou's home again.
This time, not only Lao Feng was at home alone, but his son, the one with the duck voice, was also at home.
It's still the same courtyard and the same main room. The furnishings in the room haven't changed at all, but the people have changed.
We haven't seen each other for only three days, and Old Feng has become much older.
The last time I saw him, he was still a delicate old man with a childish look. Now his hair is messy, his beard is unkempt, his face is covered with age spots, his eyes have become dim, and he looks like a waning old man.
My sons are all debt collectors.
Old Fengtou owed too many debts, so he had to deal with such an unfilial son.
Zhang Junping would not sympathize with Old Fengtou or sympathize with him. Who would sympathize with those whose wives and children were separated and whose families were destroyed by him?
"Uncle Feng, I invited Master Zhang here, shall we trade now?"
Old Feng glanced at Jin Yongshun with dim eyes, then at Zhang Junping, nodded, and said yes.
"You all go out, I will have a chat with Mr. Zhang alone!"
"Dad, what are we talking about? Haven't we already agreed?" The male duck voice was afraid of changing his mind and was unwilling to leave.
"Get out, or even if I die, you won't get a penny from me!" Old Fengtou suddenly burst out and shouted in a drake voice.
"Dad, what are you shouting for? I'll just go out. Why are you so angry?" The male duck was startled and left the room muttering.
Naturally, Jin Yongshun would not object, turned around and left the main room, closing the door with his help.
"Uncle Feng, what do you want to talk to me about?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.
"Alas! What a misfortune for our family! What a misfortune for our family! Let Mr. Zhang see the joke!"
"Uncle Feng, you are trying to offend me! How dare I think of you as Mr. Zhang?"
"The conditions we said before remain unchanged, five hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars, but I want three places!" Old Fengtou stared at Zhang Junping and said.
"Uncle Feng..."
"Master Zhang, don't object in a hurry. I have some things here that you can take a look at first!" Old Fengtou said as he stood up and walked into the back room.
After a while, he turned around and walked out again, holding a wooden box in his arms.
This wooden box is also an old object, made of small-leaf rosewood, and the patina on it is naturally thick.
The rosewood box is not big, about 11 centimeters high, 16 centimeters wide and 30 centimeters long.
The real name of this rosewood box should be the writing box.
It is one of the ancient study utensils and a storage box used to store the four treasures of the study.
The arc-shaped box lid has a gilt dragon pattern on it. Two dragon eyes are inlaid with two sapphires. The inlay craftsmanship is exquisite. The dragon pattern has feathers like life, and its expression is lifelike.
The racket is in the shape of a cloud head, with an opening to accommodate turning heads, a rectangular hinge on the back, and a rectangular hinge on the left and right sides.
The pair of copper pull rings are extremely elegant in shape, with smooth lines and ruddy color. The shape of the device contains the unique aesthetic taste of Chinese literati, and the texture of rosewood and copper complement each other brilliantly.
Typical Qing style.
Although I don’t know what’s inside the box, but...
This writing box alone is worth a lot of money.
In future generations, the price of this small-leaf red sandalwood writing box alone would be over one million.
This is not the auction house price, but the market price.
As we all know, due to some perceived factors, auction house prices are generally somewhat inflated.
The market price is generally about 60% to 70% of the auction price.
Old Fengtou carefully placed the box on the table.
Opening the lid of the box reveals bright yellow satin, and from Zhang Junping's perspective, you can see the multi-lattice structure inside.
Zhang Junping looked at the writing box in Old Fengtou's hand with bright eyes.
Obviously, Old Fengtou regarded the writing box as a treasure box.
I saw Old Fengtou carefully taking out the jade plaque from it.
Zhang Junping's eyes shrank when he saw the jade plaque.
This jade tablet looked so familiar, he already had one like this in his hand.
This is the Zigang brand.
When Old Fengtou put the jade plaque on the table, Zhang Junping didn't care about anything else and directly reached out to pick up the jade plaque.
On the jade plate, there are five sets of bas-relief patterns and the five seal characters of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. The figures on the jade plate have smooth lines, just like half of the strokes drawn by famous calligraphers and painters, round and flawless.
Turning over the jade plaque, there was a large wooden character carved on the other side.
This is the craftsman's wooden sign.
Unexpectedly, the jade plaque of Jiangmen Muzitang fell into the hands of Old Fengtou.
"Uncle Feng, this jade plaque is pretty good! The carving is delicate and the blade is natural and smooth, as if it were written on it." Zhang Junping admired it for a moment, then pretended to be confused and praised the jade plaque.