Looking at the five copper coins in front of him, Song Wenjing couldn't believe it.
In terms of their own value, even if these five copper coins were placed after 2000, each of them would be worth about two to three hundred thousand.
The key issue is scarcity. This is what makes Song Wenjing extremely happy.
He has no plans to sell these five copper coins in the future. He plans to keep them and pass them on.
Song Wenjing solemnly found a piece of clean cloth from the drawer, carefully wiped the five copper coins several times, and then carefully wrapped them in oilcloth and kept them close to his body.
When he planned to go back in two days, it would be better to leave him in his hometown. After all, he rented a house here, and he would come home late at night. If something unexpected happened, there would be no place to cry.
Seeing the three pups leaning together and sleeping soundly, Song Wenjing couldn't help but smile. Little guys, I hope you grow up quickly. You will be needed to take care of the home in the future.
The next day, Song Wenjing reported to Shang Shaohua as usual in the morning to learn carving techniques. In the afternoon, he went to collect rags.
Recently, my income has dropped significantly. Mainly because I have to study in the morning and can only work in the afternoon. And recently, I have rarely received good things, let alone rare things.
Song Wenjing knew that there were only two possibilities. One was that most people did not have those precious objects; the other was that even if they had rare objects, people would look down on him as a rag collector and would not be willing to work with him.
Trading.
For example, if someone owns a piece of rare porcelain, they would definitely want someone knowledgeable and financially strong to come and buy it, instead of just a junk collector coming to collect it.
The Shuzhou area was originally the seat of the Wu sect, and Song Wenjing has only received two works by Wen Zhengming so far. So don't works by other celebrities exist?
How is it possible? There must be some. It's just that they don't want to take it out.
Like Shen Zhou, Tang Yin, etc., why didn't Song Wenjing hope to have the opportunity to obtain their works? It's a pity...
If there is no way to receive good items while collecting junk, there is no point in continuing like this.
In the past two days, Song Wenjing has been thinking about this matter. Is it necessary to change his profession? Otherwise, it would be too slow to accumulate funds in the current way.
If the policy is liberalized in the future and antique shops are allowed to be opened, but there is not enough funds on hand, it will be equivalent to a lost opportunity.
Whether you are collecting or selling, without the support of a store, or relying on picking up items like now, it is indeed very difficult to find good things.
Once the policy allows the trading of antiques, then people who have old objects or antiques will definitely be more willing to trade in antique shops instead of leaving them to this junk collector.
In my impression, Panjiayuan in Beijing was established in 1992. At that time, the market was divided into six business areas: stall area, ancient building area, classical furniture area, modern collection area, stone carving area, and catering service area.
It mainly sells antique items, jewelry and jade, handicrafts, collectibles, and decorations, with an annual turnover of several billion yuan. The market has more than 4,000 merchants and nearly 10,000 business people.
After the market was liberalized in Beijing, antique markets across the country also began to open up.
For example, this is the case with the Confucian Temple in Shuzhou area.
In his previous life, Song Wenjing liked to hang out in the Confucian Temple when he had free time, and often exchanged experiences with some street vendors. Therefore, he was quite familiar with this period of history.
If he wants to enter this industry, he must have sufficient funds before 1992, as well as some antiques or jade that can be used as a front.
Of course, he couldn't take out the precious objects in his hands. But he could take out some of the less important things to serve as a front.
There are only more than two years left. If he cannot raise relevant funds within this period, then his plan will fail.
But the problem is that most of the money he earned in the past was converted into antiques and collected by himself. And for the time being, he has no plans to sell these things. To put it bluntly, there is more room for appreciation in the later period. Selling them now is a bit
The gain outweighs the loss.
For example, the red sandalwood he recovered earlier was enough for him to build two Taishi chairs and a square table.
If he is willing, he can do this at any time. But the key problem is that it cannot be sold at a high price at this time. Even if someone with knowledge likes it, it will only be worth three to four thousand yuan at most.
But if he sells it after ten or eight years, it will cost at least several hundred thousand yuan. With such a huge disparity, Song Wenjing certainly doesn't want to be busy selling it now.
At night, Song Wenjing lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Still thinking about what to do.
But after thinking about it, if he wanted to make money, he would have to invest a lot in the early stage. But he couldn't even afford a hundred yuan now.
I originally had more than a hundred yuan, but later I lent it to her in order to help Wang Xiangqin.
"Hey, forget it, let's not think about it for now. Let's save some money and then think about it. I'm thinking too much now and it's impossible to realize it. It's like thinking in vain."
Thinking of this, Song Wenjing simply blew out the oil lamp and went to sleep early.
Life has once again returned to its previous calm.
Time flies, half a year has passed.
During these six months, Song Wenjing basically studied in the morning, collected rags in the afternoon, and read in the evening, very regularly.
In half a year, he saved a lot of money, about 1,700 yuan. The only pity is that he basically failed to receive anything important and exciting.
"Wen Jing, come back with me next week."
In a private room in Xianhe Tower, Zhou Yiping and his girlfriend Yang Dan sat shoulder to shoulder, while Song Wenjing sat opposite. On the dining table were Song Wenjing's favorite squirrel mandarin fish and braised pork.
Oily eel paste.
"What are you doing? Is there something important?" Song Wenjing had a piece of fish on his chopsticks, but he hadn't had time to stuff it into his mouth.
"Hey, my family has been urging me to take Yang Dan back for a look. I just joined the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau last year. I was so busy every day that I had no time. During the Chinese New Year, as you know, my grandfather and I
My dad asked me to take Dandan back for dinner. I just thought that you would go there too, so there would be more people and Dandan wouldn’t look restrained."
At the end of last year, Song Wenjing learned that Yang Dan's father was Yang Zhengqing, the executive deputy director of the Municipal Bureau. Yang Zhengqing had some objections to his daughter's finding a detective boyfriend.
Yang Zhengqing himself was from the criminal investigation detachment, and he was very aware of the dangers that the criminal investigation detachment often faced. He did not want his daughter to face problems in the future, so he expressed his opposition.
Unfortunately, Yang Dan had already decided that she would not marry him unless he was him, and she had many quarrels with her father over this. And Yang Zhengqing also talked to Yiping alone, hoping that he would give up this relationship.
Zhou Yiping was also unwilling to give up on Yang Dan, so the relationship between them remained at a stalemate.
"Uncle Yang nodded?" Song Wenjing glanced at Yang Dan opposite.
"Humph, I haven't talked to him for two months. Let's see who bows his head first. However, my dad also made a condition. If we get married in the future, I hope Yiping can change departments, at least not stay in the Criminal Investigation Detachment. After we discuss it,
, also agreed."
No wonder, Song Wenjing thought.
If Director Yang didn't nod his head, how could Yi Ping dare to just take his daughter home to meet her parents? And he could find excuses to say he was busy.
"Okay, I have no problem here. I will call my parents over then, and we will have a meal together and get to know each other." Song Wenjing agreed immediately.
"Then it's settled. It's next weekend. We have a break. We all have time. Wen Jing, you don't have to collect rags that day. You and your master also ask for leave."
Song Wenjing nodded without saying anything, but finally stuffed the fish on the chopsticks into his mouth.
Seeing his cousin devouring the food, Zhou Yiping couldn't help but feel funny and a little bit bitter at the same time.
He knew very well how much suffering and fatigue his cousin had endured in the past year or so.
From the time he graduated from high school in 1988 to the beginning of 1990, Song Wenjing has basically never given himself a holiday. In addition to studying skills, most of the time he spent driving a cart around to collect junk.
Several times, when Zhou Yiping went out to do errands, he encountered Song Wenjing, who was hunched over, pulling a cart of things, and struggling to walk back.