Siheyuan starts from a better life

Chapter 841, Old Golden Head

"Boss, let's go home." Shitou asked Jiang Yan after the car drove for a while.

"Jiang Yan looked at his watch. It's only after three o'clock. It's still early!"

"If we don't go back, let's go to the trust store in Xuanwu District."

I originally thought that there were a lot of good things in this furniture factory, but what I saw today made Jiang Yan very disappointed, so Jiang Yan made his mind to the commissioned store.

Jiang Yan had visited this commissioned store before and got a lot of good things from it. However, with his status, he couldn't go there anymore, so he stopped. Isn't there an opportunity now?

The trust store is really a good place these days. Not only are there many treasures, but they are also organized into categories for you in a very professional way.

There is also this trust store, which can be said to be a trust company. It is a serious enterprise with the national prefix. It does not look very eye-catching, but it has been purchasing from other places for a long time, tapping potential from government agencies and groups, and purchasing from overseas Chinese and embassies. You have the right to handle items. Without this right, you can’t collect these things!
Moreover, when I was drinking and chatting with Mr. Niu before, I learned that there are too many high-quality furnitures there, many of which are quite exquisite and have provenance.

However, these days, when you go shopping in this entrusted store, it is not a pick-up at all, but a grand bargain hunting. Thinking of this, Jiang Yan became even more excited, so he urged the driver to hurry up.

Along the way, this speeding car came to the door of the Caishikou Trust Store. Fortunately, there were few cars and there was no speed limit. Otherwise, I would have received several tickets at this speed.

When Jiang Yan came in with the stone, there was an old man staring at the store.

The old man's hair was half white. Sitting on the armchair covered with gray cloth, smoking his hookah without raising his head.

Seeing the old man, Jiang Yan stepped forward quickly.

"Master Luo, I'd like to greet you. You're still in such a bad body that you still resist."

The old man's name is Jin Luo, and it is said that he has a relationship with the previous palace. This is also someone Niu Ye brought Jiang Yan to know. This old man is very good at looking at cultural relics, and Jiang Yan also learned a lot from him.

It's just that I've moved around less in the past few years, but I still have the etiquette that should be observed during the holidays.

"Hey! It's Xiao Jiangzi! You won't be here for a while."

"No, I missed you today, so I came here to see you." Jiang Yan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

"Hey! It's still Greater China. This cigarette is good, not bad." The old man opened it and handed one to Jiang Yan, and Jiang Yan lit it for him directly.

"You came to get something today." The old man said.

"Take a look, take a look and then talk." Jiang Yan said with a smile.

"Then, just take a look for yourself and say hello if you like it."

"Okay, you'd better rest." Jiang Yan responded with a smile and walked in directly with the stone.

There is basically no one coming to this commission shop now, so it can be considered a cold office, otherwise Old Jintou wouldn't be so leisurely.

Jiang Yan walked around twice with the stone, pointed to a two-meter-long chicken wing wood altar table, and asked.

"Old Jintou, how much does this thing cost?"

"You want sixty-five to take away!" The old man looked up and spoke slowly.

After a while, he pointed to a step-bed maza that looked like a huanghuali. "what about this?"

"Eight-five dollars!"

Seeing a pair of official hat chairs inside, Jiang Yan spoke directly.

"Old Jintou, how much is this pair of chairs?" "One hundred and one!"

Before Lao Jintou could finish his words, he pointed to a set of dismantled canopy beds and asked.

"Is this a complete set? Are there any missing items? What's the price?"

When Jiang Yan spoke like this, the old man was so anxious that he almost jumped up. "Hey, kid, why don't you come over here today and play cymbals with me? I'm asking all kinds of questions, do you want to buy or sell you?"

"Buy, buy. I wanted to buy all these things just now, but the price was too expensive. We have to discuss..."

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this. "It's nothing to discuss. The old man gave you the lowest price. You are honest, right?"

"In this case, don't ask me, just pay this price."

As he spoke, the old man opened the drawer and took out a notebook. "That's all the government's purchase price is. I'll sell it for five yuan for big items and two yuan for small items. That's enough! If you have the ability, buy them all, and I'll be left alone, old man."

After saying that, the old man took a leisurely sip of tea and smoked the cigarette given by Jiang Yan to see what Jiang Yan would choose.

No one recognizes these things now. Although they can't be sold at a high price, they cost hundreds of dollars together. Especially the canopy bed, the purchase price is only 200 yuan.

But to be honest, in the old man’s opinion, these are all good things, but others don’t know! My monthly salary is enough for my family to chew grain, but I am powerless.

Jiang Yan knew that he was well-paid, capable, and liked this thing. No matter what he put in his hands, it would be better than others.

Jiang Yan became happy when he heard this. If people who don't know think that Jiang Yan and the others are angry, they are actually right! This old man is trying every possible way to benefit Jiang Yan!

Jiang Yan came closer to look at Lao Jintou and said in a low voice: "Old man, if we really do this, then you won't be able to explain to me."

To the old man, these words sounded a bit like a challenge.
You know, the people of the capital do have the characteristics of the people of the capital. Although most people in the capital are good at being tolerant, what they care about most is face.

Jiang Yan said this, which was a stab in the heart. What does Mr. Jin care about most, face? Although the family has declined these days, the airs are still there, who doesn't give him three points of face?

"Boy! Don't play tricks on me. I tell you, don't play with me like this! Your Lord Jin, I keep my word. I spit and spit. You, Lord Jin, I also like to pee standing up. Look. Just ask for anything.”

"Come on, then I'm not welcome."

In line with the principle of being a bastard but not taking advantage, Jiang Yan completely let go after Lao Jintou said this.

"Master Luo, I want the three flowers over there, the two tables over there, and all the screens, inserts, folding screens, and hanging screens inside. There are two Arhat beds there, right? I want them too! You have enough here. Come on, hey! There are also chairs, rose chairs, square tables, round tables, square stools, bright cabinets, and antique racks, so I’ll do them too..."

During this short period of time, almost everything in the store was sold out by Jiang Yan.

When Jiang Yan was pointing at something, Shitou next to him took out two wads of RMB, counting them on the spot, and settling the bill on the spot.

As soon as the old gold head saw this posture, he knew that this guy was here to purchase goods today.

However, there was no reason not to admit what he said, and he still happily began to count Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan came down and bought a truckload of stuff. Basically, Jiang Yan took away all the good stuff in the store, most of which were rosewood, and the rest were huanghuali.

"Old man, it's okay if I buy like this." Jiang Yan asked Lao Jintou while he was waiting for Shitou to call a truck.

"It's okay, I won't be able to sell a few this month. It would be better if you round it up. The price is allowed by the manager. Maybe I can get a reward." Lao Jintou said while smoking a cigarette.

"This thing is better for you than for others. It is a good thing left by the ancestors. It would be a pity to put it in other people's hands."

(End of this chapter)