"Oh, Aunt Xuan, I'll go back later tonight, there's something going on here."
"Oh, my aunt won't wait for you to eat. Don't come back too late. Pay attention to your safety."
"Okay, don't worry."
After hanging up the phone with Qu Yunxuan, Dong Xuebin put away his iPhone 4. After eating the last bite of vegetarian fried cakes with the restaurant, he saw that there were pedestrians passing by the demolition area from time to time, so he had to hold back his thoughts for the time being, lowered his head and wrote seriously that he would be there tomorrow.
The report handed over to Director Xu. After I was almost finished writing it, the time happened to be exactly eight o'clock, the dark night sky was already pressing above my head, and there were almost no people around.
it's time!
Dong Xuebin's eyes were determined, he opened the curtain and came out of the small restaurant.
Dim street lights illuminated the messy construction site. Because it had not yet entered the formal construction stage, and there were no large excavators or bulldozers, there were no protective measures at the site, and no personnel were left to guard it. There were only two gray stray cats around.
There was nothing else to be seen outside, and a stray dog with its ears twitching. It was dirty, messy, and late, and no one would come here. Dong Xuebin paid attention to the broken bricks and tiles under his feet, and sneaked back to the afternoon.
At that place, I lowered my head and saw that the stone bricks were still the same stone bricks, lying quietly just like when I left.
Dig it!
Dong Xuebin rolled up his sleeves and began to rub his hands vigorously until both hands were warm. Then he squatted down and clasped the irregular cold stone brick with his fingers, and pulled his arms upwards.
I don’t know if the flattened area is in the courtyard or in the residents’ homes. Anyway, the floor tiles are not made of cement, but thick and heavy stones. Not only are they heavy, but they are also very grippy. If the migrant workers hadn’t prepared them beforehand,
It has been pried up a lot, and it is really difficult for Dong Xuebin to move it alone.
Harder! Harder! Harder!
The stone bricks rose and slowly floated up with Dong Xuebin's hand.
Ten centimeters...twenty centimeters...it was knocked over to the ground with a thud.
Dong Xuebin quickly looked around and saw that no one noticed the movement. He blew lightly, patted the soil on his hands in a low voice, endured the excitement and looked down - it was a box, which was submerged in soil and corroded to a terrible extent.
The box, peeled off the soil on it and pushed the lid aside, revealing a rusty iron box wrapped in a hard and thick plastic sheet. It looked like it had been buried in the soil for a long time... but
Not long either.
what exactly is it?
It's not a worthless thing, right? Then this return and the whole afternoon's waiting will be wasted!
Dong Xuebin hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and took out the plastic sheet and iron box. As soon as he got started, Dong Xuebin's heart skipped a beat. It was broken. The box was very light, only weighing two or three teacups. He shook it slightly.
There was no sound inside, so it obviously couldn't be gold, silver, jewelry, let alone porcelain and bronze. Dong Xuebin's heart was already half cold, so he slantedly cleaned up the crumbs on it, and then put the four
The large square rust-colored iron box was pulled out of the plastic sheet and placed flat on the ground.
It feels like it's filled with paper?
Wow, don’t worry, if someone had buried a diary or newspaper or some kid’s prank, that would be hilarious!
Dong Xuebin tangledly covered his hands that were exposed to the cold wind. After taking a few breaths, he stretched out his hand to twist the iron box with anticipation. With a creak and a click, he pulled off the rusty cover, and then with the help of the weak moonlight
I looked into the box and walked away. Dong Xuebin slapped his forehead, and two big words came to mind - finished!
There are only a dozen small notebooks in it, but nothing else!
The light was too dark, and Dong Xuebin couldn't see clearly. But unless these papers were made of gold, how much would a few broken books cost? One yuan? Two yuan? That's the price at the scrap collection place, right?
?Well, back is wasted, the whole afternoon is wasted! Dong Xuebin shook his head in confusion, hugged the iron box and walked under the street lamp. After spending so much thought, at least he had to read what was written on it?
The light from the street lamp hits the box.
Dong Xuebin, who had lost all hope, didn't take it seriously at all. He casually grabbed a book and took a look at it.
It didn't matter what he saw, Dong Xuebin was stunned for several seconds!
Wait! Wait!
What is written on it is... "Du Shi Guan Jian"? The Song Dynasty edition of "Du Shi Guan Jian"!?
Dong Xuebin's head felt hot, and he excitedly opened the following booklets: "The Mustard Seed Garden Painting Biography" from the Jiaqing edition of the Qing Dynasty? "Three Rites" from the Kangxi edition of the Qing Dynasty? "Jiannan Poems" by Lu You
?Li Chongshi's calligraphy album? "Tianxianglou Tie"? Finally, there is actually a Tang scripture... "Dunhuang Sutra"!?
Holy shit!
This is not a worthless book, it’s all a rare ancient book!!
Dong Xuebin once worked and studied for two months in an antique shop specializing in rare ancient books and the Four Treasures of the Study. Of course he knew the true value of these books, pictures, albums, and scrolls, so he didn’t know what to say for a while. It was so unexpected, unexpected.
What a surprise! No longer thinking about it, Dong Xuebin hurriedly took out the ancient books from the box and carefully put them into his bag one by one. He looked at the watch, then went back to put the stone brick and the box lid back in place. After finishing these
, Dong Xuebin went to the moat and took a taxi and went straight to Panjiayuan.
The flea market had closed early, and he went to an antique store on the north side of Panjiayuan Bridge East Road.
Last summer, Dong Xuebin helped his boss sell rare ancient books here.
After the car stopped and got off the taxi, Dong Xuebin saw that all the lights outside Xuan Yuzhai were out, only a weak light was shining in the innermost part. He huffed, walked a few steps and knocked on the antique wooden door, "Jia
Boss, Boss Jia, we’ll close the door later, I’m Xiao Dong.”
Squeak, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a small mustache, "Xiao Dong? Oh, why are you here?"
Dong Xuebin smiled and said: "Can we go in and say it? It's not convenient outside."
Boss Jia chuckled, "Okay, but my business here is not going well this year, so I have no plans to hire anyone else."
"It's not that." He walked sideways into the store, and the smell of books hit his nostrils.
Boss Jia turned the light back on, "If you were one step later, I would have locked the door and gone to bed. Tell me, what's the mysterious thing?"
Dong Xuebin was familiar with him before, so he was not polite. He found an imitation official hat chair and sat down. He wiped the water stains on the tea cup on the table. Dong Xuebin took the bag to the Eight Immortals table and took out the ten
Several rare volumes of ancient books wrapped in plastic bags, "I came to you today to sell some things. Well, money has been a bit tight recently, so I dug through the savings at home. See how much I can get for it."
Boss Jia touched his beard and said, "Ancient books?"
"Well." Dong Xuebin took out a few volumes and put them on the table.
"Haha, you kid has hidden it quite well. If you have any good things, you should have brought them to me a long time ago. Okay, let me take a look." Boss Jia put on his glasses and sat down next to Dong Xuebin, and touched the booklet casually.
Turning it over in his hand, he said, "...Hey, "Three Rites"? 4 volumes of Kangxi edition of the Qing Dynasty? This is a good thing."
"How much is it worth?" Rare ancient books are different from other antiques. Due to the high production cost, there are rarely fakes, so Dong Xuebin directly asked the price.
Boss Jia stroked his beard and said, "Well, the preservation is quite complete. It is definitely worth four thousand yuan. Hey, why is the book so fashionable?"
"Oh, it's been kept in the box at home and has never been dried."
"That's it. Is there anything else? Let me take a look again?"
Dong Xuebin simply took it all out and said, "Calculate the price. If it's not suitable, I won't sell it, haha."
Boss Jia pointed at him and smiled, "You kid, since you brought it, can I still give you a high price?"
Of course Dong Xuebin would not believe everything he said. Who does business not to make money? But the reason why he came here is because he knows the boss. It is easier to talk to someone who is an acquaintance. Even if he cannot give the highest price, at least it will not be too different.
Boss Jia started to flip through the pages one by one, "...Oh, this is "Tianxianglou Tie", but the volume is a bit missing, the pages are not complete, and the preservation is not good. Look at the lower right corner, how come it has been corroded?
This isn't worth much money, eight hundred? One thousand? That's it... Oh, this is the Song Dynasty blockbuster? "Reading History Guanjian"? What a fun thing. Although it is only one page, there are too few Song blockbuster editions in existence.
Yes, six thousand yuan can definitely be given to... "Mustard Seed Garden Painting Biography"? This one can also be given to five thousand..."
Dong Xuebin calculated silently in his heart.
Finally, Boss Jia moved his eyes to a scroll, pulled it open and took a breath of cold air reflexively, "Tang Jing..."Dunhuang Sutra"?" He glanced at Dong Xuebin in surprise, "You
This thing is still quite well preserved, it’s not easy. Where did you get it? Is it a family heirloom?"
Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly, "I don't know the details."
Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything, Boss Jia didn't ask anymore and sighed: "This Tang Jing... I'll give you 80,000."
Dong Xuebin also had some knowledge and knew that the "Dunhuang Sutra" should be a little higher, so he said: "One hundred thousand."
Boss Jia shook his head repeatedly, "I can't give you 100,000 yuan. That's the auction price you mentioned."
Dong Xuebin bargained and said: "That eighty thousand is too low. Otherwise, these other ancient books will be sold at the price you just mentioned, and I won't bargain. But you have to give me a little more for the Tang Jing."
After thinking for a while, Boss Jia said: "Tang Jing's 90,000 yuan, no matter how high it is, it will definitely not work."
"...Okay, that's it!"
"cash?"
"OK."
"Okay, let me get it for you."
In the final reckoning, these dozen rare ancient books sold for more than 110,000 yuan!
Including the 100,000 yuan and several thousand yuan in Dong Xuebin's bank card, his total assets have now reached 220,000 yuan!!
An astonishing number that Dong Xuebin could not even imagine before!!