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Chapter 110 "The Value of Art" Part Two

The factory accountant happened to be going to the city for purchasing, and I got a ride.

We arrived at the city airport and bought a ticket to Beijing.

Airplanes are an amazing thing, and the first time I sat on one, I vomited all over the floor.

When we arrived in Beijing, it was already evening.

I searched around the area, but the hotel was too expensive.

I slept in the flower bed all night, and the next day I asked about many places.

Finally I found an ancient street where all the antiques and porcelain were sold.

There is a pottery shop at the entrance of the alley, which is somewhat similar to what I call pottery.

The store is not big, and the owner is an old man.

I stepped forward and asked, "Do you need someone who can make pottery here?"

The old man shook his head and said: "I only sell here, not collect."

I asked helplessly: "So where do the pottery products here come from?"

The old man pointed at himself and said, "I did it all myself."

I pointed to the pottery in the shop and said, "The ones I make can look twice as good as these."

The old man's temper got worse and he kicked me out of the store.

And I gritted my teeth and found a restaurant nearby to settle down.

This job only includes food and accommodation, and one day off a week.

There are one thousand and three in a month.

I rented a house nearby for RMB [-] a month. There was not even a toilet in one room.

I was really interested in the old man's shop, so I did three pottery jobs on my day off.

I took three pottery crafts into the old man's shop, thinking about asking him to help me bake the finished products.

Of course, it's also to make the old man feel bad. After all, you can tell at a glance whether it's good or not.

At this time, there were three customers in the store, chatting with the old man.

I didn't dare to disturb other people's business, so I could only squat at the door and wait.

After chatting for a while, the three guests walked out together.

Only then did I realize that these three guests were together, and I was about to get up and walk inside.

As soon as I stood up, three guests glanced at me.

One of them put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Is your color so weird? Did you just buy a baby?"

"No, this hasn't been baked yet. I just made it. I plan to make it and sell it." I said with a smile.

The customer looked me over and said, "You said you made this thing?"

I nodded my head and entered the old man's house, and said to the old man: "Can I pay you to help me burn these three?"

The three guests who had originally gone out behind him also walked in curiously.

The old man immediately focused on the three pottery pieces in my hand and waved to me.

The old man held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, then glanced at me thoughtfully and said, "I remember, you are the young man who asked me if I would accept pottery."

"Yes, it's me." I said with a smile.

"I can't help you burn this thing. You can leave." The old man pushed the pottery back to me.

The three guests watched the excitement without making a sound.

I had no choice but to turn around and find another way.

When I just walked a few dozen meters out of the store.

Unexpectedly, three customers actually caught up with me and said, "Young man, you seemed to have said that you would sell it after it was finished. Now, do you plan to sell this semi-finished product?"

"This is not a finished product, how can I sell it?" I said.

"What do you think? Five hundred pieces. I'll take all three of them now, and we'll just find someone to bake them ourselves." One of the three guests said.

I was silent for a moment, saying nothing but nodding my head uncontrollably.

One of the three guests smiled and took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out fifteen cards from the thick wallet and handed them to me.I subconsciously took the money and one of the three guests took the pottery from my hand.

Another smiled and said: "By the way, does the young man have a name?"

"Jock, what's wrong?" I said.

"Excuse me, you can write your name under these three pottery. It will also be a mark for you before we take them away." One of the three guests said with a smile.

I nodded my head and fumbled around in my pocket for tools.

One of the three guests handed over a pen and said, "Just write your name underneath."

I thought for a moment and said, "A fountain pen is a luxury."

The three guests shook their heads and said, "It's okay."

After thinking for a moment, I wrote below the pottery: QK.

One of the three guests handed over a card and said: "If you have anything similar in the future, please give us a call whether it is fired or not. The quality is not bad, we will accept it as ordered."

I froze in place with the money and card in my hand, watching the three guests leave happily.

I called them on and off fifteen times over three months.

Five pieces at a time, sold to them for five hundred each.

Almost every piece was sold, and they asked me to mark and engrave it each time: QK.

I looked at the money in my hands and it was unbelievable, but when I talked to them they never said what they did.

I took a total of 3 yuan and quit my job in the restaurant, and rented a small store opposite the old man who sold pottery.

And I bought the firing tools, and I made the first call to him on my candy bar phone with my glasses on.

Glasses finds all of this unbelievable, but also takes it for granted.

I started to renovate the shop and started firing pottery pieces one by one and putting them on the table.

And I called three customers to tell them this happy news, but they actually asked me if I had any pottery that was not fired well or not colored.

I muttered for a moment and said yes, of course I have everything to make money.

They come once every half month and bring a pottery.

They almost only take unfired pottery, or relatively good-looking pottery that has not yet been painted.

But outside of their business, I barely make anyone else’s money.

The store is open, but the business is a little better than the old man's store opposite.

In the first month of opening, one day the old man opposite came to the door.

"Old man, what are you doing? I stole your business and you want to destroy the store?" I quickly guarded the door of the store.

"No." The old man shook his head.

"Are you regretting it? You want me to open a joint store with you. Do you think it's possible? I make more than you now." I said.

The old man pointed to his store and said, "Go to my place and show you something that is relevant to you."

I had no choice but to go to my own store and follow the old man to his place.

I thought about what the old man wanted to do, but I couldn't guess at all.

The old man pointed at the TV and said, "Did you make these?"

I was watching TV and it was an auction show.

In big red letters, modern ceramic master Jiao Ke auctioned off a 50-yuan collection.

The collection above was the first batch of pottery that I sold to the old man for inspection.

At this time, it was being fired into a shape and changed its color, and a man in a white Chinese tunic suit on the stage said with a smile: "I, Qiao Ke, studied under Liu Bing, the master of pottery, and I have worked hard for 15 years in exchange for the skills I have now. Everyone has also seen my The craftsmanship is so flexible in shaping the beauty and shape..."

The old man pointed at the TV and said, "I can recognize it even after changing the color. It's yours. After all, it's really better than mine. I'm convinced, so I remember it."

I looked at the man on TV who claimed to be Jock, and he was actually selling my pottery and claiming it was his.

I almost subconsciously pointed to the TV and said, "What TV station is this? What program is it?"

The old man said without thinking: "It should be the Beijing TV studio."

To be continued~
(End of this chapter)