The cart was still being pulled, but the steps were much lighter.
At this time, Song Wenjing had already left the area. He was worried that if the other party regretted it and caught up again, it would be difficult to deal with it.
The uncle seemed to feel that he had taken a big advantage. Unknown to him, Song Wenjing's heart was still beating hard, and his hands were even trembling slightly.
They say it’s all about picking up things, and I made a big mistake today.
Don't look at the more than 1,000 seals of Emperor Qianlong. Most of them are in museums and private collections, and the number is extremely rare. Anyway, in the history of Song Wenjing, he has never heard of anyone having such a one.
Of course, it is also very possible that someone has kept it secretly but is unwilling to share it with others.
No matter what, Song Wenjing really made a fortune this time.
Such a seal, if put up for auction in the future, would definitely be worth a sky-high price. However, from the moment he received it, Song Wenjing had no intention of selling it again. He planned to regard it as an heirloom in his family and pass it down.
This kind of treasure is something that can only be encountered but not sought. Not everyone is so lucky to encounter it.
Returning to the rental house that night, Song Wenjing took out the seal again and observed it in detail.
From his personal point of view, he believes that this is a genuine item and is unlikely to be a forgery by others.
Of course, if you want to confirm, you really need to go to the provincial capital Jinling City. The museum there has relevant collections. As long as you take the words printed on the seal and compare them, you can draw a very accurate conclusion.
However, there is no need to be so anxious now, we can talk about it later. The question now is where to hide this seal.
If you want to keep it close to your body, Song Wenjing has to go out to work every day. If you are not careful, you may lose it. And if you put it in a rental house, it always feels unsafe.
The only possibility is to go home tomorrow, it is safer to be at home. At least there will be someone at home most of the time, so you don't have to worry too much.
The next day, Song Wenjing couldn't wait to return home. He wrapped the seal in layers of oil paper, dug a small hole under the bed, and finally put the seal and the malachite green glaze bowl in it.
At noon that day, Song Wenjing returned to the city with a cart of eggs. After delivering the eggs to the bakery, when he returned to the rental house, it was getting late.
"Cousin, why are you here? Are you waiting for me?" Song Wenjing stopped the cart and looked at Yiping Ping in front of the house in surprise.
"It's already dark, why did you come back? Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal." Zhou Yiping picked up his bicycle, pulled Song Wenjing and left.
Seeing how eager Zhou Yiping was, Song Wenjing quickly put the cart away and covered it with an oilcloth, then got on Yi Ping's bicycle and rode towards the outside of the village.
"Cousin, what's going on? Why do you invite me to dinner for no reason?" Song Wenjing sat in the back seat and asked with some confusion.
"Hey, your cousin is going to be transferred. He will report to the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau next week."
The bicycle was riding very fast, but Yi Ping could not hide his proud expression. He was always steady, and it was rare for him to show such an expression in front of his cousin.
It’s not his fault. In terms of age, Zhou Yiping is only 25 years old. This is only his fourth year on the job. He can be transferred from an ordinary policeman at the police station to the criminal investigation detachment of the city bureau. This is completely acceptable.
It's something to be proud of.
"Wen Jing, the main thing I want to thank you for is your help in two important cases at our police station last year. It was all because of your help that I had the opportunity to get those honors. Otherwise, how could I have done it so quickly?
Transferred to the Municipal Bureau’s Criminal Investigation Detachment?”
The two cases Zhou Ping mentioned were the wire theft case and the 1, 2, and 3 major cases.
The impact of both cases is very wide, especially the "one, two, three major cases", which caused a sensation in the whole city.
Among them, Zhou Yiping played an important role. Therefore, he was valued by the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Detachment and transferred there.
"Cousin, we are a family, there is no need to talk about that. By the way, since you have been transferred to the city bureau, will you have to move to another place and no longer live in the original dormitory?" Song Wenjing asked loudly.
There was no way, the bike was being ridden very fast, and the wind was blowing into my mouth. If you don't make it louder, you can't hear it at all.
"Yes, the city bureau will definitely rearrange the dormitories. I will take you there again then, in case you can't find a place. By the way, Director Qian will be here soon. You can rent here, and you can rent it here in the future.
Please take more care of him, and don’t forget to make a toast later.”
Song Wenjing originally thought that only the two brothers would be celebrating, but he didn't expect that Director Qian would also come over. It was probably Zhou Yiping who specially invited him here, firstly to express his gratitude to Director Qian for his cultivation, and also to ask Director Qian to take more care of him in the future.
In more than ten minutes, the bicycle stopped at the door of a three-story hotel. A large gold plaque hung directly above the door: Xianhe Tower.
This is actually a private hotel.
In the 1980s, if you wanted to open a restaurant, you had to face too many constraints.
First of all, you need to solve all problems in industrial and commercial, taxation, fire protection, etc., otherwise you will not be able to obtain a self-employed business license.
In addition, since it is a restaurant, where do your ingredients come from? Who provides them to you?
You know, at this time, tickets are required to buy rice, noodles, meat, etc. in the city. Faced with the vast number of diners, how many tickets are needed for the various types of food that need to be consumed in a day? And who is going to provide this?
Song Wenjing didn't understand the reason. But he knew very well that it would be impossible for such a big hotel to open in this downtown area without a deep background relationship.
"Let's go, Director Qian helped us book a seat. The business here is very good. If you don't book in advance, you may not be able to get a seat."
Zhou Yiping took his cousin's arm and walked into the hotel openly.
Directly opposite the door is a cashier counter, and behind it is a wine cabinet displaying a variety of famous wines, even foreign whiskeys.
A beautiful woman about 30 years old was standing at the front desk, greeting guests. When she saw Zhou Yiping leading someone in, she did not reject Song Wenjing because of her old clothes, but took the initiative to step forward.
greeting.
"Hello, do you have any reservations?"
"Director Qian helped me find the location, but I don't know where it is?" Zhou Yiping said proactively.
Seeing this scene, Song Wenjing seemed to have traveled back to his previous life. If he hadn't seen the computer cashier, he might have thought he had gone back to the past.
The decoration style of the hotel cannot be said to be luxurious, but there is an air of elegance. It is not like a hotel, but more like a tea room. Especially on the wall at the stairway, there is a framed painting of Zhang Daqian's "Lotus Pond".
"Moonlight".
Although Zhang Daqian died just over five years ago, he still has many surviving works.
But seeing it on the wall of a hotel is indeed a bit surprising.
Song Wenjing looked at the painting curiously. He was probably suffering from an occupational disease. He was so absorbed in looking at it that he didn't even hear Yi Ping greeting him.
"This little brother has research on calligraphy and painting?"
A faint scent of jasmine came closer, and he didn't wake up until he stood to the left of Song Wenjing.
"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm just curious as to why Mr. Zhang Daqian's "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" is hanging here in the corridor." Song Wenjing patted his forehead and expressed his apology at the same time.
The woman smiled slightly, like a peach blossom in full bloom, "The new store has just opened. It's just hanging out to attract attention. People who understand will naturally stop and take a look. Those who don't understand will just go upstairs. There is no special purpose."
This idea is quite strange, but it may be the way people do business, and Song Wenjing can't say much.
In fact, Song Wenjing had another idea, which was to buy it.
But when he saw the huge hotel, he gave up the idea. They were obviously not short of money, and his three melons and two dates were simply not worth it. It was better not to talk too much and not to be in trouble.