hunting in 1986

Chapter 145 144 paintings, competition
Harbin City.

Wang Yuan's understanding of paintings is very limited, it can be said that he doesn't even know a tiny bit of them.

But he can't look at paintings, but he can look at people.

Through his keen observation, the demeanor and demeanor of the old man who sells paintings does not seem to be fake. If the other party's demeanor is really fake, it would be too awesome.

There is no rehearsal, it is enough to go through the super long shot of the real one, that is simply a god-like figure.

So Wang Yuan finally decided to buy the painting.

"6000 yuan, right? Wait a moment and I'll get you the money." Wang Yuan told Aunt Xue to stay here, and then he went out directly.

The old man looked at Wang Yuan's back and asked curiously, "Where does he get the money? Can he really get 6 yuan?"

It turned out that the old man still didn't believe that Wang Yuan could afford 6000 yuan.

Holding the painting, Aunt Xue wanted to laugh: "Don't worry, old man, a mere 6000 yuan is nothing to my friend. Let's wait a while and he will be back."

"It turns out that you are so rich. If I had known, I would have asked for more money."

The old man glanced at the painting in Aunt Xue's hand, and muttered regretfully that if this precious painting was sold, he might never be able to get it back in his lifetime.

Aunt Xue rolled her eyes, and then took two steps back with the untraceable painting. She was really afraid that the old man would take the painting back and sell it at a higher price.

Sudden.

A young girl's voice sounded in the room: "Grandpa, I'm hungry~"

Then the cloth curtain hanging on the door was lifted, and a little girl who had just woken up came out, rubbing her eyes with her little hands as she walked.

She has a sallow complexion and dry, yellow hair, obviously suffering from long-term malnutrition.

Aunt Xue couldn't help feeling a little distressed, she frowned and said, "Why does this child look like this?"

The old man let out a long sigh, with muddy old tears rolling in his eyes, if it wasn't really a last resort, he would never sell Tang Bohu's paintings:
"The child's mother hanged herself, and her father is fooling around. Hey~ This child hasn't eaten for more than a day."

……

Wang Yuan walked around outside, and when he came back, he had an old leather bag in his hand.

"Grandpa, you asked for 6000 yuan. I didn't give you the new 100-yuan notes. They are all old notes." Wang Yuan put the leather bag on the table, opened it, and took out 6 stacks of unity from inside.

Each stack of big unity is tied with a thin rope, and the old man's eyes are shining with six stacks. It has been a long, long time since he has seen a 10-yuan bill.

Suddenly seeing so much great unity, a feeling of getting rich hit my heart, and the sadness of selling the ancient paintings in an instant was washed away a lot.

"Grandpa, a lot of money."

"Yes, grandpa will take you to dinner later." The old man glanced at Wang Yuan, then spit on his fingers, and began to count stacks of money patiently.

He counted them very carefully, for fear that there would be one missing.

Wang Yuan smiled and didn't care, the amount of money was right, so he wasn't afraid of the other party's counting at all.

At this time, Aunt Xue went to Wang Yuan and talked to him. Wang Yuan felt sorry for the child and left the house again.

The old man looked up at Wang Yuan, and found that the latter did not take the painting away. After the painting was still in Aunt Xue's hands, he didn't care much, and continued to nod the money.

"Huh? How many cards did I just count? Forget it and count it again."

"Grandpa, how about I count it for you." Aunt Xue's face was dark, and it was easy to count the total of 6 stacks.

"No, no, I can count by myself. You and him are in the same group, can I trust you?"

"Hey, old man! Come on, let's count it yourself."

When Wang Yuan came back again, he carried 5 Roujiamos and two bunches of candied haws. The old man who sold the candied haws was the one Wang Yuan met before, and this time he gave the money.

"Gudong~"

The little girl raised her chin slightly, inhaling the fragrance in the air, especially those two bunches of bright red candied haws made her salivate faster, and she couldn't help swallowing.

She vaguely remembered that she had eaten candied haws once in her life, and that was bought for her by her mother before she hanged herself.

The sweet taste of candied haws and her mother's smile were deeply imprinted in her mind, so she couldn't help thinking of her mother when she saw the candied haws, and tears rolled in her eyes instantly.

Wang Yuan thought the child was about to cry from hunger, so he handed her the Roujiamo and candied haws.

"Eat, eat, this is all for you."

The little girl took the food, looked back at her grandpa, found that the old man had no objection, and quickly ate it, tears welling up in her eyes at this moment.

Tears slid down her cheeks and flowed onto the Roujiamo, and she finally felt a little bitter when she ate it into her mouth.

The old man said distressedly while counting the money:
"Don't cry, don't cry, I won't let you go hungry again."

"Uh-huh."

The little girl nodded greatly, but what she was thinking in her heart was that her mother would never come back, forever and ever.

After counting the 6 yuan, the old man found that one penny was not much, and Wang Yuan bought food for the little girl out of his pocket, so his attitude towards Wang Yuan was much better.

Wang Yuan was very curious about the experience of the old man's family. The old man's surname was Sima, and his single name was the word "Hai". He sighed:
"My ancestors were businessmen in the Qing Dynasty. They were wealthy and their friends were all people like Lord Belle. The scenery was infinite...then it declined.

My wife left early, the child is useless, and a good family has become like this, hey, it is really a crime. "

Wang Yuan didn't ask any more questions, and left with Aunt Xue directly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Wang Yuan and Wang Yuan left, Mr. Sima Hai's son "Sima Bing" came back with a group of people.

Sima Bing was very thin, wearing a gray coat that looked baggy. Standing at the door, he flatteringly said to a white man behind him:
"Mr. Liam, my family lives here, and the painting of Tang Bohu is hidden in the cabinet of my house."

Liam, a stocky white man with narrow eyes, seemed agitated at the moment.

The Hong Kong City is already preparing for the Huaxia Antiques Auction, and Tang Bohu's paintings are definitely famous items that can attract countless wealthy Chinese to compete for!

It is likely to fetch a high price of millions of dollars!
So as long as you can buy this painting, you can definitely make a lot of money.

"lead the way."

"Well, let's make sure that you are really willing to spend 4000 yuan for this painting??" Sima Bing's throat was dry, obviously still a little unbelievable, he was afraid that the other party was playing with him.

People's cognition is related to their own experience, which has limitations. Sima Bing thinks how high the price can be for a painting no matter how good it is?
After all, it can't be eaten, and it's useless.

It's worth a few hundred dollars at most.

Liam has been in China for several years, and he is fluent in Chinese. He said annoyedly: "Of course it is true. As long as the painting is true, I will give you money immediately!"

"Okay, then let's go in, I hope my father's old antique is not at home, otherwise selling his life is not worth fighting with me..."

Everyone entered the house, but naturally they didn't receive any goods.

Knowing that the painting had been sold by the old man, Sima Bing broke out in an instant and smashed many things in the house. The noise and the children's cries were heard clearly by the neighbors, and finally the neighbors called the police.

Liam knew that his identity was not flattering, so he took people away directly.

After returning to the hotel where I stayed, the other younger brothers dispersed, leaving only two men, one fat and one thin, in the room.

Liam glanced at the two of them dissatisfied: "Why haven't I got Su Shi's painting!? Trash! Get out!"

"Yes yes yes~"

The two men, one fat and one thin, were so scolded that they didn't dare to answer back. They turned around and wanted to go outside.

As a result, as soon as they reached the door, Liam stopped them again: "Don't look for Su Shi's paintings, first look for Tang Bohu's paintings!"

"Understood, we understand."

The fat and thin duo left the room with their heads down. After closing the door, the two went downstairs with gloomy faces.

The atmosphere was dull and depressing, and finally the fat man spoke in a low voice:
"It's so fucking annoying, this son of a bitch is the only one who knows how to scold us, if he makes me anxious, I will deal with him directly! Dig a hole and bury it and no one can find it. Did the British beat us back then? We It can be regarded as revenge for the ancestors."

The thin man was shocked, as if he knew the fat man again:
"Fatty, do you still have this awareness?"

"This is what I said...every time Zhengyi slaughters more dogs, have you heard it?"

……

By the time Liam's people found Aunt Xue, Wang Yuan had already left Harbin and went to Jinmen to buy goods, so the conflict did not intensify for the time being.

In Jinmen, Wang Yuan directly approached "Ma Xiaolei", the director of the garment factory. The latter has a big forehead, wears a pair of thick glasses, and his hair is about to fall out.

The two parties have cooperated many times, and Director Ma has made a lot of money with him, so the relationship between the two parties has become more and more familiar.

In a private room of a restaurant, Wang Yuan invited Director Ma to dinner.

There were all kinds of delicacies on the dinner table, but the attention of the two of them was mainly on what they were talking about.

"Uncle Ma, it's going to be more trouble this time. I want to buy more flowery skirts for women, as well as western-style women's leather shoes, sandals, etc."

"Women's clothes really sell well?"

"Of course it is. If the old man spends more than 100 yuan to buy a piece of clothing, he might be heartbroken to death, but... eh? Uncle Ma, you are the director of a garment factory, so you should know the sales gap between women's clothing and men's clothing? "

Wang Yuan sat on the right side of the factory director, and his eyes were always unconsciously attracted by the other's head.

He was wearing a tailor-made Chinese tunic suit, high-end leather shoes, and combed his oily hair. He gestured with ease, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of confidence.

He didn't look like a farmer at all, but he did look like a descendant of a big man.

Quite bluffing!

Although it is often said that people should not be judged by their appearance, in most cases, people will be judged by their appearance.

The number of swindlers in this era is relatively small, and Wang Yuan is indeed "supernatural" and able to transport a large number of goods back to the Northeast and sell them all.

And when Wang Yuan talks about the current situation, he can always express his views with reasons and evidence.

Therefore, Director Ma "believed deeply" in Wang Yuan's huge background, and he became more polite to him.

"To tell you the truth, Xiaoyuan, I have actually seen that there is not much difference in the sales of women's clothing and men's clothing."

"Ah, this... maybe our traditional women's clothing is too ugly, and women don't have the desire to buy it." Wang Yuan lifted the Moutai bottle to pour wine for the factory manager, who quickly held the wine glass with his hand.

"My suggestion is to learn more from foreign countries, or learn from the clothes worn by noble ladies in the Republic of China. With the opening of the country, many people are curious about new things from outside, and then start to try them. The same is true for clothes."

Wang Yuan picked up a chopstick and ate the dish:
"But foreign labor is expensive, materials are expensive, and sea freight is added, so the clothes imported from foreign countries are very expensive, and ordinary women can't afford them, so we can produce them ourselves."

"Produce it yourself... Can the pattern be made? And it's better not to be the same as others."

"We can design the style ourselves. If we can't do it, there will be a design competition. Whoever designs the clothes won the championship, and will be rewarded with 100 yuan, the runner-up will be rewarded with 50 yuan, and the third runner-up will be rewarded with 20 yuan...

It depends on human effort, as long as you want to do it, it is not that difficult. After all, tens of dollars is very attractive to ordinary people. After all, ordinary people are very poor. "

Wang Yuan's words seemed a bit arrogant, but the more arrogant he was, the more he fit his identity, timidly, looking forward and backward, others could tell at a glance that he was not from a family of a big man.

"By the way, there is also a costume design competition for middle school students. Whoever wins the championship will be given a certificate, trophy, notebook, pen, pencil case...

This is also to allow students to develop in an all-round way morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically and laborably, so that students can be better successors of our country. "

"Snapped!"

Factory Manager Ma suddenly slapped the table to startle Wang Yuan, and he stood up excitedly: "Xiao Yuan, you are so right! Just do it like this!! What are you thinking in your head? Why didn't I?" Think about it!?"

What Wang Yuan didn't know was that Factory Manager Ma got the news that the grandson of a certain important man was a middle school student in Jinmen. If he also participated in the competition...the ladder of life is right there, who wouldn't want to take one more step up?

Besides, for the entire large-scale competition, there is a high probability that it will be able to enter the eyes of the city leaders, which can be regarded as a bonus item.

"Uncle Ma, as long as you think what I said is right."

"That's right, come and tell me what you think." Director Ma sighed in his heart. Children from high-ranking officials' families are full of brains, which is far beyond what ordinary people can compare.

Wang Yuan didn't hold back either, and expressed his inner thoughts. Many ideas made Uncle Ma refreshed and appreciated.

After a meal, it was already 3 o'clock. Wang Yuan wanted to go directly to the warehouse in the suburbs to pick up the goods, but the factory manager Ma wanted to hear more about his ideas, so he begged him not to leave.

"Xiaoyuan, why are you so anxious about the child? Let's go, uncle will take you to the bathing pool to take a bath. You will feel comfortable after taking a bath." The factory director Ma said with a pointed smile: "And there There are many beautiful women."

"Cough cough."

After all, Wang Yuan didn't shirk his past. By the time he went to pick up the goods at the warehouse in the suburbs, it was already past 10 am the next day.

wow~
A small pulley was installed under the gate, and two workers in overalls pushed the tall warehouse door open forcefully, the pulley under the door rubbed against the ground instantly and made a screeching sound.

squeak~~
Looking into the warehouse, I saw that a large number of packages had been stacked together, with a total height of more than ten meters, which looked very spectacular.

"Xiaoyuan, please inspect the goods. These are all goods prepared according to your requirements. What our garment factory can produce is produced by our factory, and what can't be produced is transferred from brother factories."

Director Ma walked on the right side of Wang Yuan with his hands behind his back and his belly shy. His oily face was full of smiles. It took him a lot of thought to be able to prepare so many goods.

For example, some clothes and shoes that are in short supply sell very quickly and are very popular, and even orders are queued for several months.

Of course, with so many goods, the factory manager Ma himself can make a lot of money - because he can make money, the enthusiasm of the factory manager Ma is also very high.

Wang Yuan did not pretend to be polite, and directly asked the workers to randomly select packages to open, and then began to inspect the goods.

Naturally, it is impossible to check carefully one by one with so many clothes, shoes, etc., so we can only adopt the method of random inspection.

As for the defective products-there are so many goods that there must be defective products, but as long as the quantity is within a reasonable range, there is no problem.

The sampling work lasted for nearly two hours, and there was no problem. After locking the door, everyone went to eat together. At the dining table, the director Ma asked Wang Yuan with concern:
"Xiaoyuan, do you really need me to help you contact the workers to move the goods?"

"Thank you, Uncle Ma, for your kindness, but I really don't need it."

"OK then."

Although the director Ma was also a little curious about where Wang Yuan was going to hire so many workers to transport the goods away, but he also had other things to do so he didn't care too much.

After seeing off the factory manager, Wang Yuan wandered outside until late at night, and then put all the goods in the warehouse into the space.

"It's convenient to have space."

Wang Yuan did not stop in Jinmen, and went directly to Yanjing by train.

When he arrived in Yanjing, it was still early in the morning, and there were stars blinking in the sky, and the crescent moon was like a hook.

Thin clouds floated, and occasionally the moonlight was blocked.

"Hiss~ It's really cold at night, and the streets are not as bustling as in later generations, there are no people at all."

Wang Yuan shrugged and walked on the street. He walked a long way until he found a hotel. When he asked, he realized that it was full.

"Young man, young man, don't leave, you should deal with my rest room first, I only charge you 4 yuan!"

The aunt guarding the front desk stopped Wang Yuan, and said with a look of concern for Wang Yuan:
"The nearby hotels are full of people. If you want to find a hotel where you can stay, I'm afraid you have to go a long, long way. Let's deal with it here for a while. It's getting late."

Wang Yuan hesitated for a while, but was finally persuaded by the aunt.

Besides, he is sleepy and tired now, and he will really suffer from the boss if he continues to walk, not to mention that he is not short of that few dollars.

After giving the aunt 4 yuan, Wang Yuan directly stayed in her rest room, lying on the single bed and feeling sleepy soon, Wang Yuan fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, the sun was shining on his face through the window, he squinted his eyes and raised his hand to check his watch, and found that it was almost 10 am.

(End of this chapter)