tiger teacher

The luxury of the imperial capital is self-evident.Everywhere is permeated with an atmosphere of an international metropolis, tall buildings towering like sturdy tombstones, and the hurried crowd is like an ant colony lined up, orderly but numb.

Zhang Ailing once said: Life is a gorgeous fur, covered with lice.

The city is actually alive. No matter how magnificent the city is, when the night falls, it will always show a heartbreaking fatigue. Old people faltering, drunks with blurred eyes, and men and women who are at a loss Make the city look very different from the daytime.

The villages in the city, the stinky gutters under the neon lights and the children playing beside the stinky gutters all make this famous big city look a bit hypocritical and artificial.

Wang Jian leaned against the door of a garage, looked at the dim stars in the sky, and ate steamed buns with mustard in his hands, without thinking about anything.The dozens of dollars he had brought with him had already been used up. Apart from his own set of carpentry tools, the only valuable thing he had was the old-fashioned one that he picked up in the trash when he was in college, which was still [-]% new. Mobile phones, Nokia blue screens, no matter what angle you look at, they seem out of place with this era.

The private garage behind him is now Wang Jian's home.There is only a picked up table and a bed that I converted from a sofa in the garbage dump.

Wang Jian's ability to find a place to live is actually quite legendary. After all, this is a high-end community. Even if it is a garage, the monthly rent will never be less than three hundred. From the point of view of Wang Jian's money, unless he sells Kidney, otherwise, this place is less than ten square meters, and it is definitely the existence he looks up to.

But Wang Jian is smart because he is smart here. He has been here for two days. In the past two days, he has not been in a hurry to find a job. If he hates it, he turns around and walks away. If his eyes are kind, he will continue to communicate.

And he didn't think about the villages in the city or those cheap alleys, because the people who live there probably don't have a better life. The master of money as dung.

Wang Jian's goal is very clear, that is, those empty nesters, they may not care about money, they are more of a kind of spiritual companionship, and Wang Jian is not planning to rely on rent, but just wants them to probation for a few months .

The hard work paid off in the end, and Wang Jian finally met a retired old professor and a senior intellectual enjoying state subsidies during the seven meetings with No.20.He agreed with Wang Jian to pay the rent slowly, but he asked Wang Jian to play chess with him when he was free, and to write storytelling for him from time to time.

Of course Wang Jian readily agreed. Wang Jian was not afraid of storytelling. Anyway, what the old man cared about was whether someone told him, not what he was talking about.

"Boy, I'm here for revenge!"

Just when Wang Jian was about to go to bed with misty eyes, the old landlord slowly appeared in front of Wang Jian with his chessboard and two small stools between him, with a murderous look on his face, and the look of "If you don't do it, you don't know how to let it go" , but it looks like a child.

"Stop making trouble, if you lose again, your grandchildren's house and car will lose to me."

"No! Hurry up! I don't believe it, I can't even win against your half-haired bastard."

"Old man, if you lose, you lose. Don't scold people."

Having said that, Wang Jian still put on a challenge pose with a smile. After rolling up his sleeves, Wang Jian took the small bench and hooked his fingers at the old man opposite.As a matter of course, the old man handed Wang Jian a bottle of canned beer and a small bag of fried peanuts from his pocket.

"Let me tell you, if I can't beat you today, I will live on a dog for the rest of my life."

"Don't be so full of words, you still beat me, you stinky chess basket, it's too early."

While speaking, the chessboard was already crackling.Although the old man is almost eighty, he is very energetic. He is known as the chess king of the community. None of the old men and women in the entire community can beat him. Today, Wang Jian, the little bastard, made the old men around him lose face. , made him feel like something was stuck in his heart, after dinner he ignored the boss's dissuasion, and insisted on fighting Wang Jian for three hundred rounds...

About half an hour later, the old man suddenly threw the chess piece on the ground and took a sip of beer angrily: "This is no longer possible to play!"

Wang Jian shook his head and hummed a ditty: "I've already let you go halfway."

The old man's complexion was extremely bad, and he looked unwilling to admit defeat. He was simply the king of the kindergarten class who had lost a fight. Anyway, no matter how you looked at it, it was extremely out of proportion to his age.

But soon the old man recovered, smiled and took out a deck of playing cards from his pocket, and looked at Wang Jian with malicious intent.

"Change it up."

Half an hour later... the old man turned the table over, and then thoroughly realized that playing these things with Wang Jian was simply a kind of self-torture. He lost seventeen rounds in a row, ten rounds were still disastrous, and he didn't play a single card.

"I told you, if you are gambling, you even own the house."

Wang Jian had a triumphant smile on his face, leaning against the wall, drinking beer and eating peanuts with a smile, in a very bright mood.After waiting for about 10 minutes, the old man's temper disappeared, and Wang Jian slowly put away the poker, rearranged the chess pieces, and looked at the old man:

"Not yet."

The old man replied angrily: "Come on!"

But after finishing speaking, the old man raised his head and looked at Wang Jian: "I just saw that you can do carpentry?"

"Yes, I will give you a [-]% discount for any furniture you want to buy in the future."

"Then what kind of job are you looking for? It's not difficult for a craftsman to find a job."

Wang Jian thought for a while: "Teacher."

The old man took a sip of beer and then gave Wang Jian a strange look: "Inheriting Chinese craftsmanship?"

"I'll say it again, I'm a teacher graduate."

"Well, then you are too miserable. How can there be a teacher like you who eats steamed buns and lives in a garage."

Wang Jian shrugged indifferently, looked up at the stars, and smiled faintly: "It will get better."

"However, you have a lot of backbone. Even if I asked you to come to my place for dinner, your steamed buns could fly to Nansha Island."

"Hard as hell."

The old man rolled his eyes around, then slapped his forehead, and looked at Wang Jian with sparkling eyes: "Can you repair furniture?"

"It depends on the degree of damage."

"It's just a grand master's chair. My dad left it to me, and my leg is broken."

"what material."

I don't know if it's because the things are very expensive or something, but when the old man was talking, he actually looked around and then leaned into Wang Jian's ear and whispered, "Agarwood."

As soon as Wang Jian heard these two words, his heart skipped a beat: "Your ancestor is the emperor... use that thing as a chair?"

"Boy, I know you know the goods. Come on, come on, come with me."

The old man was like a child who picked up something cheap, he didn't even want chess, he dragged Wang Jian and ran upstairs, he looked like a 80-[-]-year-old old man, with very sharp legs and feet.

He said as he walked, "If you can really fix it, maybe your job will be secured."

Wang Jian raised his voice and said "um", "What do you mean?"

"I have a younger brother who is now the Director of the Education Bureau. When we separated, each of us had one chair. He was being cautious and gave me the bad one. I didn't blame him, but he himself I can't pass this hurdle, and I have been avoiding me for so many years. Later, his house caught fire, and his one was burned, and I was going to give mine to him. People, when you get old, the things around you don't seem very heavy. gone."

Wang Jian stayed for a long time before slowly saying: "His fire burned at least [-] yuan."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "You have to add another zero."

Wang Jian's liver trembled at that time...

The old man's house is above Wang Jian's garage. It is a duplex building. The old couple live in nearly 500 square meters. What's more, the old man seems to be a collector, with all kinds of shareholders in the family displaying them, and judging by Wang Jian's eyesight, although he doesn't have many authentic items, the few genuine items are already sky-high.

In the end, the old man took Wang Jian up to the attic, lifted a layer of canvas, and revealed the very precious chair made of agarwood underneath, and Wang Jian's eyes lit up at that moment.

The old carpenter once said that agarwood is definitely a rare object, whether it is ancient or modern, not to mention that it is almost extinct now, even in ancient times, it is something that only the rich or the emperor's house can have.Now, Wang Jian has seen this Taishi chair. Although the pattern on it is just a common cloud dragon pattern, but this dragon is a five-clawed golden dragon, which is something only an emperor can have. It is still agarwood.

You must know that a string of agarwood bracelets can sell for at least 40!

"Although you can fix it, it doesn't matter if you can't fix it. I have invited many people, and there are a few masters, but it won't work. If you can fix it, you can spend as much money as you want."

Wang Jian just hummed briefly, and then got into this luxurious chair, carefully studying the fracture and material on it.

Wang Jian found that the wood of this piece of agarwood was very even and dense, and he weighed it in his hand. This chair alone weighed at least a hundred catties, and the carvings and lacquer on it were also very fine and smooth. The craftsmanship has obvious Ming Dynasty style, and the fragrance is very strong and refreshing.In addition, it is not as porous and uneven as ordinary agarwood. Wang Jian can almost conclude that this is definitely the best piece of agarwood in the world. Even if a leg is broken, the value is still beyond Wang Jian's imagination. .

However, the more this happened, the more pressure Wang Jian felt, because this material is too heavy, and the general bonding method will definitely not work, and it will take a lot of effort to match this material and texture.

So he simply stood up, sighed, covered the cloth again, and turned to look at the old man.

But before he could speak, the old man hurriedly asked: "What? Can't it be fixed?"

Wang Jian was noncommittal: "It's too troublesome, I don't have any materials now. I'll come back tomorrow and ask your son to buy you turpentine, flour, eggs, gypsum powder and bone meal. For bone meal, you need beef bones and dog bones. I'll get the rest."

As soon as the old man heard what Wang Jian said was so professional, his eyes lit up immediately, and he responded repeatedly.And before leaving, Wang Jian was given a set of quilts.Wang Jian was not polite at all, picked up the quilt, turned around and left.

After he left, the old man dialed his son's phone with trembling hands, repeated what Wang Jian said just now in a commanding tone, and finally ordered him to bring his uncle with him tomorrow.

After Wang Jian went downstairs, his first task was to dig earthworms... In the beginning, he dug alone, but as he dug, many kids from the community followed him. For about an hour, Wang Jian He got more than 100 of them, and then he put these earthworms in a small bucket, then ran back to the old man's house to get a bottle of spirits, and just soaked the earthworms in it.

After everything was done, Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, took a shower in the public toilet in the community, lay back comfortably in his small garage, smoked a cigarette, and waited for tomorrow to play with that. The super baby who will never appear again.