Are you trying to fool us with these jade materials on the ground? I want to choose from these jade materials on the shelf!" Luo Jiani said pretending to be dissatisfied.
In fact, it was to ease the shock I had just received.
Luo Nianzu and Luo Jiani, who were born in Tuzitang, a craftsman's family, although they had no sons to inherit their father's business, were engaged in jade carving.
However, following my mother, I also know a lot about jade through hearing and seeing.
Gold has a price, but jade is priceless.
Such a large amount of jade material is absolutely an astronomical figure.
"Sister, actually the ones on the shelf and on the floor are the same!
I just haven't had time to sort out these things on the ground.
You can enjoy the fun of Taobao by choosing from jade materials on the ground.
Of course, if you want to save trouble, you can just choose from the shelf." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
There was the same batch of goods on the shelves and on the floor, but Zhang Junping didn't have time to sort through them.
The batch of jade materials sent by Zhang Hua gave Zhang Junping a big surprise.
When they were originally delivered, the prices were calculated based on second-grade jade materials, and it was guaranteed that all of them would be second-grade or above.
Zhang Hua's credit is good, and it is true that they are all second-level or above.
The surprise is that there are many first-grade Hetian jade materials hidden here, and even Hetian mutton-fat jade.
The proportion is quite small.
Zhang Junping only selected a small pile and picked out several pieces of Hetian mutton-fat jade and more than twenty pieces of first-grade Hetian jade.
Therefore, Zhang Junping said that choosing from the ground gives you the joy of Taobao.
He has already enjoyed this happiness.
"Okay! Then I won't be polite to you, a rich man!" Luo Jiani said with a smile.
Of course, this is a joke. Everyone is money-hungry. When choosing jade, they all choose the color they like, not the quality of the jade.
After a while, several people had selected the jade material. Even Luo Nianzu knew that Zhang Junping was not short of money, so he couldn't help but choose a piece of jade material that he liked.
"Have you picked out all the jewelry? Do you design the jewelry yourself, or do I draw the pictures for you to choose?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile after everyone had made their selections.
If it were anyone else, they might have chosen Zhang Junping to draw the picture, but Luo Nianzu and others came from a family background, and although they were not engaged in the art field, their painting skills were still childish.
Designing jewelry for yourself is such a meaningful thing, so naturally you can’t miss it.
Everyone chose to design their own.
Even the two sisters-in-law chose to let their husbands design them.
Women want to please their appearance. Isn’t it true that women wear jewelry just for their men to see?
Carrying jewelry designed by your own man has a special meaning.
Then Zhang Junping took everyone to visit his collection of furniture.
"Junior brother, you really belong to Pixiu. You also collect these tattered furniture? And you collect so much?" Luo Jiani couldn't help but ask.
“My main business is art, and wood art is one of my main subjects.
In addition to my own research on these ancient furniture, I am also planning to build an ancient furniture museum.
Let the world see the wisdom and skills of our ancestors craftsmen." When Luo Jiani said that he was Pixiu, Zhang Junping could only shake his head speechlessly.
Because what Luo Jiani said seems to be right, she is really a bit like Pixiu.
When I see good things, I just like to collect them, without restraint at all. And as my money becomes more and more, I can be sure that these things are in my hands and there is absolutely no possibility of them slipping out.
Thinking about it this way, isn’t it just Pixiu?
In the evening, instead of eating at home, everyone picked up the old lady and went to Donglaishun for a hot pot meal.
There are Chinatowns, Chinese restaurants, and hot pot in foreign countries, but after all, they are not as authentic as those in China.
I originally planned to climb the Great Wall the next day, but the plan failed to keep up with the change.
That night it snowed heavily.
When I woke up the next morning, the sky and the earth had turned completely white.
The snow on the ground is half a meter thick.
This made Zhang Junping miserable.
For other families, even if it snows and they can't go out, the most they can do is stay at home, burn a heated kang, and lie in bed.
But Zhang Junping couldn't do it. He had just moved here to Shichahai and didn't have a grain of rice at home.
If you are a cat at home, you will only go hungry.
Unfortunately, Zhang Junping also suffers from hypoglycemia. Whenever he wakes up, he will be hungry.
And the kind that makes you panic because of hunger.
I'm worried that if I get hungry again, I don't know if I can still travel through time.
In order to save his own life, Zhang Junping had no choice but to wade through the snow up to his knees and go out to find food.
But I looked for several breakfast shops one after another, but none of them were open.
Zhang Junping could only continue to stagger forward in the snow.
Just when Zhang Junping felt like he was about to faint from hunger, he finally found a breakfast shop.
This is a private breakfast shop that sells sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks.
Although the store is open, there are no fried dough sticks, because how can anyone come out to have breakfast in such weather?
Store owners are also worried. If they can't sell the noodles they shipped last night, they won't be able to use them tomorrow.
Now there are customers coming to the door, but there is only one customer Zhang Junping, and they can't do it for him alone.
To fry fried dough sticks, you have to burn oil first. Burning a pot of oil for one customer is not a business like this.
"Master, heat up the oil and start frying! I want all your fried dough sticks!" After understanding the boss's difficulties, Zhang Junping said boldly for the sake of his own life.
"You want them all?" Apparently the store owner didn't believe what Zhang Junping said.
This is not ten or eight yuan. This basin of noodles, plus oil, costs fifty or sixty yuan alone.
Zhang Junping took out a dozen dollars from his pocket, counted out a hundred yuan, and slapped it on the table, "These are the deposits! You will be refunded later!"
It's just fried dough sticks. I have to ask the master to do some hard work and send them to Longshuncheng Furniture Factory."
Zhang Junping went out in the direction of Long Shuncheng Furniture Factory.
I'm just worried that there won't be any shops open early.
If you really can't find it, stick to the furniture factory, as long as you can always have something to eat.
"Oh! Thank you sir! You have helped us a lot!
I'm going to start frying the fried dough sticks right now!" When the shop owner saw the money, he bowed gratefully to Zhang Junping.
"Master, let's discuss something. Do you have any ready-made food? I have hypoglycemia and am about to faint from hunger!" Zhang Junping was suffering from hypoglycemia. His face was pale, his whole body was shaking, and he was sweating.
"Ouch! Wait a moment!" The shop owner also saw that something was wrong with Zhang Junping, and quickly helped Zhang Junping sit down.
Then he called to his wife and said, "Old lady, hurry up and get some brown sugar and make some brown sugar water for this man."
Drinking a bowl of brown sugar with water saved Zhang Junping's life.
The hypoglycemia has eased a bit.
"Sir, you have to wait a while for the fried dough sticks.
Look, I’ll give you a bowl of egg noodles first. Can you put the mat on the table first?”
"Thank you, master! Your bowl of brown sugar water saved my life.
Then please give me a bowl of egg noodles with two more eggs, and I will pay you back one yuan." Zhang Junping thanked him.