Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

He Daoxun smiled with satisfaction and said, "Boss Zhang, if you agree, I will be relieved. Even if tomorrow is my big time, I will be stunned."

In any case, Zhang Qianxiu couldn't understand why He Daoxun believed in himself so much after seeing him a few times.

This may be a kind of "innocence" for those who read the Four Books and Five Classics!

They simply believe in human character, they believe in promises.

When Zhang Qianxiu heard He Daoxun's words, he hurriedly said, "Don't say that, Mr. He, if you don't do anything else, you have to think about your grandson!"

"He is just your two relatives, and he also hopes that you will see his academic success, when he makes meritorious deeds."

Speaking of grandson, the smile on He Daoxun's face couldn't hide: "This is natural, as long as I can hold this breath, I will hold on. If my grandson makes meritorious deeds, I will go down and have a face to see. My ancestors, I have the face to see my son and daughter-in-law!"

Speaking of the last, He Daoxun still has unconcealed sadness on his face.

The two chatted for a while, and then put away the set of bowls.

Zhang Qianxiu carried the hundred jin box out of the courtyard.

When Zhang Qianxiu came out, the car was full and the wood hadn't been installed yet.

Zhang Qianxiu said hello to He Daoxun, and then drove a few porters to lead the way, let the truck follow, and first transport the truck back.

When he got home, Zhang Qianxiu asked the porter to unload the wood directly in the open space at the door, and he carried the box and bowl into the house.

Seeing Zhang Qianxiu came back, Su Yuwei brought such a large box, and asked curiously, "What are you?"

"The bowls and chopsticks, it should be antique!" Zhang Qianxiu actually couldn't tell whether it was an antique or not. He just listened to He Daoxun's words and he would buy it. That was because he believed He Daoxun's words.

If He Daoxun is a liar, Zhang Qianxiu is also convinced, but Zhang Qianxiu didn't spend a penny on this set of bowls, but only agreed to He Daoxun's request. It is estimated that there is no such liar.

Su Yuwei froze for a moment: "How many bowls did you buy?"

"Just one set!" Zhang Qianxiu said: "It is a bowl from Jingdezhen in the Qing Dynasty to the palace. For some reasons, it was left out, so I made a set. I bought a set. It is not a purchase, and it is reluctant. It’s a gift from someone else."

The tribute bowl will not give you a set of eight rice bowls. It is estimated that the emperor did not use the table in the ordinary people's home to eat, and few people dared to eat with him.

Even those concubines are the same.

So there are eight bowls in this set, which are arranged to sell to ordinary people.

"The bowl for the emperor to eat?" Hu Jin'e was also interested, and even Zhang Aibing and Huang Yanan stopped working in their hands.

Zhang Jiankang just helped with physical work, and didn't have much interest in the emperor's eating. In his opinion, the emperor's eating bowl was no different from the big pot at home.

"Let me see, I really haven't seen antiques." Su Yuwei leaned forward first and opened the box.

Others followed suit. After all, in the eyes of ordinary bosses, the emperor’s bowls were not ordinary.

When Su Yuwei opened the first floor, she picked up a bowl and looked at it, and said, "It seems to be better!"

Hu Jin'e touched, did not dare to pick it up, and said, "This bowl that the emperor eats is the same as what we eat!"

"It looks similar, I thought the emperor's bowl would be made of gold." Huang Yanan also said.

"It looks better." Hu Jin'e commented again: "The painting on this is better, and the bowl is brighter."

Su Yuwei said: "The quality is much better, it looks slippery and shiny. What kind of chopsticks are made of? Isn't it jade?"

"It's not jade, it's ivory!" Zhang Qianxiu said, "But I don't know too much. I listened to the old gentleman."

"Ivory?" Su Yuwei picked up a pair of chopsticks, looked at it for a while, and rubbed the layer of golden metal on the chopsticks again: "What is this? Gold or copper?"

"Listen to the old gentleman, this is gold, but a layer of gold, not thick!" Zhang Qianxiu explained.

"It's really gold?" Huang Yanan said in surprise.

Hu Jin'e also watched carefully, for fear of touching flowers accidentally.

This layer is opened to show everyone, the same pattern, and all of them are exquisite. Although they look similar to the bowls used in ordinary people's homes, the degree of exquisiteness can still be distinguished at a glance.

In the end, Hu Jin'e and Huang Yanan came to a conclusion that the chopsticks seem to be made of very powerful materials, and there are gold pieces on them. The other bowls look the same as ordinary people's, but they are better-looking, and the others are no different.

Zhang Qianxiu just smiled, and didn't explain much. This thing was not easy to explain at first. He would want this set of bowls and chopsticks, and he was wondering whether he would use it for himself or keep it as a collection.

If you use it yourself, the problem is not big. These bowls are not funeral objects, they are stored in the collection, and you only need to eliminate the poison.

But if such a set of bowls were broken, it would be a pity.

And in normal use, it will inevitably bump and bump, and it will definitely be damaged.

Putting this set of tableware back into the box, Zhang Qianxiu told Su Yuwei: "Girl, look at the wood outside. The wood is red sandalwood, which is not cheap."

Su Yuwei said: "Okay, I'll look at it. If it's really red sandalwood, I think it's better for you to find a chance and get them all upstairs."

"I'll talk about it after I've been busy for a while." Zhang Qianxiu said as he entered the room, took a cigarette, and turned to go out.

When Zhang Qianxiu came out, the outside timber was almost finished.

Zhang Qianxiu distributed a pack of cigarettes to everyone, and then took them to continue to transport the wood.

There are more than a thousand pieces of wood, and I have tossed it back and forth many times. There are many large pieces of wood inside. Although it is not very long, they are not round by one person. A few such large pieces of wood are put on the cart. There are not too many positions.

I was busy until more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and finally brought all the wood over.

Zhang Qianxiu paid his wages and fare, and he was so hungry that he was so hungry.

Su Yuwei saw that the porters had all gone, and walked out of the house: "I've saved a meal for you, let's eat in first!"

Zhang Qianxiu looked at the large pile of wood and said, "If it is collected for 20 to 30 years, it is estimated that selling for tens of millions is not a big problem!"

"Tens of millions? Are you crazy or the person who bought it? No matter how powerful the red sandalwood is, it is just a pile of wood, hurry in and eat!" Su Yuwei urged.

Although Su Yuwei is smart, she is just an ordinary person. Now no one in the world can think of how terrifying the country's development speed will be in the next few decades.

The rising trend of domestic housing prices and antiques is also something that everyone can't even dream of.

However, if you really want to explain something like this, it is not an easy task. Zhang Qianxiu smiled lightly: "You wait and see!"

With that, Zhang Qianxiu turned and walked in.

While Zhang Qianxiu was eating, Su Yuwei said, "I told Grandpa Ge about your purchase of red sandalwood. He has seen it and said that these are indeed small-leaf red sandalwood, and that if you plan to use this to make furniture, talk to him. Let me just say, he will help you find an old craftsman. With such materials, it would be a waste to find a craftsman at random."

Zhang Qianxiu is not surprised that the master knows these things. The master always feels knowledgeable. After going to school to say hello, Zhang Qianxiu is even more curious about the master's identity.

After being appraised by the master, Zhang Qianxiu felt more at ease and believed more firmly that these were indeed leaf red sandalwood.

"What the master said is reasonable, such a good wood, it is really a waste not to find a powerful craftsman." Zhang Qianxiu thought for a while and said, "We will ponder over how to design this furniture."

"I don't know how to design." Su Yuwei said: "If you let me design, I can't design it!"

Zhang Qianxiu said indifferently: "This thing is made for my own use. How can I make it beautiful?"

"As long as you don't feel sorry for your wood, I don't have any opinion." Su Yuwei is also happy to participate. Her life creed is simple. When you are young, live yourself, see the world more, fulfill your dreams, and take care of your parents and children in the middle age. Fulfill her responsibilities and obligations, live a peaceful life in her later years, recall her life, and perhaps write an autobiography to relieve her boredom. She didn't consider publishing the autobiography, just for self-entertainment.

Participating in Zhang Qianxiu's design is also a life experience for her.

Zhang Qianxiu is more free and easy. He doesn't particularly care about the pile of wood. After all, there is so much. He only intends to keep a part of it, which is considered to be a way for himself.

These woods are worth tens of millions at most. If they are a little more, they are only one or two small goals. If he develops well, there are really tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions, of wood.

It hasn't developed well either. The wood and furniture, as well as the house he bought, will be used by him for the rest of his life.

With these things, he can live a prosperous life no matter how down-and-out.

In the future, Zhang Qianxiu will allocate some of these assets to himself, and these assets are all planning for the failure of his business.

"You don't have to be polite about this. If you like it, you can make one more set at that time, and I will send you to Jiu Niu'ao, and change all the furniture in your boudoir." Zhang Qian said in a magnificent manner.

"It depends on you." Su Yuwei pretended to be disgusted: "It looks like the face of a nouveau riche."

Zhang Qianxiu seriously thought about it, and said, "From a certain angle, I am indeed a nouveau riche at the moment!"

Su Yuwei smiled when Zhang Qianxiu admitted that she was a nouveau riche: "You have a really thick-skinned face."

"To each other."

Hu Jin'e looked at the two people quarreling, also smiling.

She is satisfied with Su Yuwei, if her son can be with Su Yuwei, she still very much agrees.

And looking at the meaning of two people, it seems that this is not impossible.