Nostalgia: Starting from the Siheyuan

Chapter 277 Dashui Hou, the Broken Marquis
"it is good."

Full of wine and food!

He Yuzhu walked at the entrance of the alley, watching the people coming and going on the street, hesitating whether to go and see He Yushui, and didn't know how she was doing recently.

Han Chunming ran out quickly and stopped He Yuzhu who was about to leave.

"Brother Zhuzi, the matter of the little lazy cat has been settled. We haven't talked about the things we discussed before in detail?" Han Chunming stopped.

He Yuzhu suddenly realized.

"Blame me, I drank too much and forgot, let's go, let's find a place and talk in detail."

"Let's go, let's go directly to the house of Poor Hou. He is also a local rich man. He usually wears sloppy clothes, but behind his back, he is definitely rich." Chunming was full of emotion.

Personal opportunities are always inadvertent.

Who would have thought that the ragged Hou would also make a fortune by virtue of his job of identifying antiques.

"The country is getting better and better. Some people, after getting rich, naturally have greater pursuits. They are not limited to the growth of money figures. Isn't there an old saying?"

"Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times. Since the prosperous times come, the price of antiques will naturally rise." He Yuzhu sighed a little.

In just a few springs and autumns, the upsurge of antique collection has already started in the alleys, and even a lot of laymen have to go in to join in the fun.

How can it not help increase the price of old objects.

"Who says it's not? The retired uncle in our courtyard is full of bottles and jars in his house, and the trend of counterfeiting has followed." Chunming was filled with emotion.

"Isn't this waiting to be cheated?"

"Nowadays, the price of any old object with a certain age is hyped to tens of thousands of yuan. Ordinary people, first, have never learned professional appreciation knowledge, and second, they do not have enough financial resources. , At most, it is a matter of missing a meal, but for ordinary people, it may go bankrupt." He Yuzhu sighed with emotion.

"Who says no? But if you persuade them, they won't listen. They are all dreaming of getting rich, but if it were that simple, they would all be rich."

Han Chunming sighed a little.

Looking at people who jumped into the fire pit without knowing it, I feel sorry for their future.

He Yuzhu patted Chunming on the shoulder: "This is their own choice. If you say it outright, you might still be jealous of them? You think you're jealous of someone making a lot of money, and you're jealous."

Persuading people is a technical job, and most people really can't do it well.

"Brother Zhuzi is right. I also persuaded the uncle in the courtyard before, but unfortunately, they thought I was a liar and didn't want to talk to me, so they didn't talk to our family for a long time."

"After a while, when their dreams are shattered and they find out that the things in their hands are fake, they will remember your original persuasion."

"But isn't it too late?"

"It's late, if you don't go through some hardships, how can you understand people's hearts and who is really good to you, but I'm even more curious. I mentioned that Cheng Jianjun in your yard went to sea to do business. Recently, what did he do? Haven't seen him."

He Yuzhu and Chunming were chatting at the entrance of the alley.

"I'm also curious, and I haven't heard of any company he started. As the boss, he may be hiding in a corner and doing something we don't know about."

He Yuzhu understood.

I am afraid that Cheng Jianjun is already on the road of counterfeiting, going further and further, but he still admires Cheng Jianjun. He has no professional knowledge, and only by relying on his own groping skills, he can restore some old objects to God. It can be supplemented with a variety of backgrounds, and the level of knowledge is so profound that even some old people may fall into his hands.

"By the way, where is Meng Xiaoxing? Are you still living at your house?"

"Don't mention it, Xiao Xing, I don't know where I went, and I don't work in the restaurant anymore. I've been mysterious recently, I don't know what I'm doing?"

"Then you have to be careful, Xiaoxing may know the origin of these fake objects." He Yuzhu reminded.

"No way, if someone finds out, she's not a person at the entrance of the alley, she'll drown in a mouthful of spit." Chunming was a little worried.

"Don't worry, hasn't this been discovered yet? Besides, who knows it's her."

A little girl from the countryside has come to where she is today step by step. Although it is the wave of the times, it cannot be denied that Xiao Xing's own success.

No one can succeed casually. These are all in the complex of the novel, but in reality, there are no hardships.

You are not worthy of mentioning the word success.

"Pottered Hou, are you home?" Chunming knocked on the door of Poor Hou's house.

Through the cracks, you can also see that the courtyard is full of garbage collected from the streets and alleys. It has not been sorted, and who knows what good things are hidden inside.

"So it's Chunming, Zhuzi, come in."

Broken Hou was holding a broken cattail fan, shaking it leisurely, and the breeze was blowing.

"Broken Hou, why don't you install a fan at home, it's not too hot in summer." He Yuzhu complained directly.

"The fan still consumes electricity. Hand-cranked cattail fan, do you want one?"

I saw that Broken Hou took out two newspapers from a pile of waste paper boxes and threw them directly on the table.

He Yuzhu and Chunming were sweating profusely. They reluctantly picked up the newspaper and used it as cattail fan to fan the wind.

"Bratty Hou, you are getting more and more picky, but I heard from Chunming that you have made a lot of money recently." He Yuzhu complained.

Ha ha!

Broken Hou took a sip of herbal tea: "Low-key, it's all small money, not as good as you big bosses."

Pooh!
If it weren't for knowing that Broken Hou is also a big water Hou who hides deeply, he would really be deceived by his bitter expression.

"Bratty Hou, the young master came here today, just to ask you, I want to wholesale a few special trains from Russia, do you want to join one?" Chunming really couldn't stand the heat in the room.

Dim windows, still not ventilated.

The home is like a boring sauna, sweating profusely.

Poor Hou thought for a moment: "Naturally, you have to join in. Who doesn't know, Chunming, your way is getting wilder and wilder. Is a special train enough?"

"Bratty, it's different when you have money, you don't even like a special train?" He Yuzhu took a sip of herbal tea, sweating slightly on his body.

Sweaty!

"Zhuzi, are you underestimating me, uncle, you dare not say anything else, money is like floating clouds to me."

He Yuzhu gave a thumbs up.

"The last person who was so bragging doesn't know where he is now?"

"Bah, who's bragging, the master's tricks are worth the money."

Broken Hou stretched out three fingers.

He Yuzhu nodded.

"value."

"In those years, he was a dilapidated man and walked the streets and alleys, so he accumulated a lot of good things." He Yuzhu was full of emotion.

I myself don't have a golden pupil.

Otherwise, when it is their turn, if there is another chance to travel, the system and the golden pupil must be arranged.

Otherwise, you can only eat some of the things they missed.

(End of this chapter)