"Master Zhang has a good eye. These two incense burners are really good as flower pots. They are more beautiful than ceramic flower pots! It makes me want to find a few incense burners to use as flower pots!" Wang Bin also told lies with his eyes open.
The bronze incense burner covered with green rust, I don’t know where he saw it.
"I know that Master Zhang is not willing to take advantage of the public, so I won't give it away!
These two incense burners cost one yuan. Do you think Master Zhang is suitable?" Stationmaster Li glanced at the incense burners and said.
"Thank you! I appreciate it!" Zhang Junping nodded.
Two incense burners like this would only cost two or three yuan in a cultural relics store.
"Master Xiao Zhang, we studied the quotation you gave and thought it was OK! We will follow Master Xiao Zhang's repair quotation. Those with higher repair prices will be sold to Master Xiao Zhang at Master Xiao Zhang's repair price.
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"Haha! I know that my little thoughts cannot be hidden from Station Master Li.
So, thank you, Webmaster Li, for making it happen!" Zhang Junping laughed and admitted his little plan.
No one is stupid. Just like Webmaster Li said, Zhang Jun is a scheming person and is never afraid of others knowing his purpose.
"Haha! It's not a matter of success or failure, we just chose a cooperation method that is more beneficial to our second-hand goods station!" Stationmaster Li also laughed.
"Since Webmaster Li has agreed, I will start my work!" After the price was set, Zhang Junping was too lazy to continue chatting with Webmaster Li, Wang Bin and the others.
If you have that time, you might as well take the time to study how to repair these ancient furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
"Well!"
Wang Bin was stunned by Zhang Junping's eviction order.
I have known for a long time that Zhang Junping has low emotional intelligence, but I still feel uncomfortable with Zhang Junping's emotional intelligence.
"Okay, then we won't disturb Master Zhang's work!
If you need anything, just go to me and we will do the logistics work for Master Zhang!" Stationmaster Li was not surprised. He said politely and left the goods yard with Wang Bin and the others.
Zhang Junping couldn't wait for a long time. The ancient furniture of the Ming and Qing Dynasties piled on the ground was more attractive to him than the nude woman was to the green young man. Zhang Junping gently stroked the backrest of the cherry wood armchair from the early Qing Dynasty, and Qing
The carvings on the walnut canopy bed in the mid-Qing Dynasty and the wenge wood cabinets in the late Qing Dynasty.
The perfect curves, smooth carvings, and delicate carvings of the armchair's backrest are, in Zhang Junping's eyes, even more charming than a woman's naked body.
Savor the exquisite craftsmanship of the Qing Dynasty craftsmen in making the curved backrest of the armchair, the harmony of the carvings, and the spirituality of the carvings.
Zhang Junping gently caressed each piece of furniture, like a bee lingering on the flowers.
Every piece of furniture fascinates him.
Until get off work, Zhang Junping did nothing. He just looked around among the piles of furniture and savored the unique charm of the furniture.
Precise mortise and tenon craftsmanship. In an era without precision tools, craftsmen relied on their ingenuity to make every mortise and tenon connection fit perfectly.
Even after hundreds of years, Zhang Junping was impressed by the tight mortise-and-tenon connection and was full of admiration for the ancient craftsmen.
What is ingenuity?
That’s it!
There is no need to do anything lofty or noble, nor do you need to make any amazing inventions. As long as you do your job to the extreme, this is ingenuity!
It wasn't until the second-hand goods station got off work that Zhang Junping was reluctant to leave.
Wang Bin also came here twice during this period. He saw Zhang Junping there as if he was holding a treasure, touching it cautiously and taking a closer look. He was very puzzled.
What’s so cool about a bunch of broken furniture?
To be honest, these pieces of furniture really don’t look good to ordinary people.
The shortest service life of these pieces of furniture is forty or fifty years.
Those long ones are hundreds of years old antiques.
Since it was sent to a junkyard, it must be damaged furniture.
The cause of the damage is naturally poor storage and construction.
These pieces of furniture looked pitch black, with legs missing, boards missing, or the paint peeling off.
Such furniture was given to Wang Bin for free, but he found it dirty.
But Zhang Junping didn't dislike it at all, and treated it like a treasure, carefully touching it and looking at it carefully.
This made Wang Bin confused and could only attribute it to a weirdo's quirks.
After playing with old furniture for a day, Zhang Junping was covered in gray and the clothes on his body were all black and gray.
I washed my hands and face using the faucet at the junkyard.
I could no longer wear the white t-shirt I was wearing, as the white color had turned into dark gray, so I had no choice but to take it off and go home wearing the hurdle vest underneath.
"Grandma Liu, where are you enjoying the cool weather?"
"Boy, how are you today? Is the folding chair you made good for sale?
How did you end up like this?" The old lady was sitting on a leisure chair, holding a radio and listening to the drama. When she saw Zhang Junping coming back, she asked with a smile.
"Grandma Liu, you don't know, my folding chairs are very popular, they were sold out as soon as I arrived at Dashilan!
In addition, I took on a big job today..." Zhang Junping was still in a state of excitement. Hearing the old lady's question, he didn't even put down his toolbox, so he danced and told the old lady about his encounter today.
He told how Wang Bin found his own way to repair furniture, how there were so many ancient furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, how rich their styles were, and how he set prices.
The old lady listened to Zhang Junping's story with a smile.
It wasn't until Zhang Junping finished speaking that he smiled and nodded, "Well, not bad!
You guys are so lucky! This is a great opportunity for you!
It's great that you can stay awake and not be blinded by greed!
Go and wash up!
It looks like what you made looks like a clay monkey!"
Although I washed it at the secondhand store, it was not completely washed and there was still a lot of dust on my hair.
As soon as the old lady said this, Zhang Junping remembered that he had not put down his toolbox, and his body was sticky and uncomfortable.
I quickly went back and put down the tool box, then took a towel and toiletries and ran to another room to take a shower.
The penthouses of a courtyard house are all symmetrical, either none or two.
One of the old lady's penthouses was rented to Zhang Junping, and the other was converted into a bathroom.
As the head of the Sculpture Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, the old lady lives a very simple life, but she pursues the quality of life very much.
The yard is very well-kept and there is a screen wall as soon as you enter the door.
There is a tall pomegranate tree in the middle and west of the yard. Under the pomegranate tree, there is a finely crafted stone table and four stone benches. In the past, the old lady liked to sit on the stone benches to enjoy the cool air, but today they have been changed into leisure chairs.
Under the eaves of the north house, there are two small flower beds with fiery red roses planted inside.
There is a path paved with bluestone bricks in the yard, connecting the main house and the east and west wings.
There are no unnecessary decorations or unnecessary plants. The whole courtyard is leisurely and chic without being empty.