Sui Yu Tou Zhu

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of broken jade cast beads!Insufficient purchase ratio, this is an anti-theft seal, which will be revoked after 48 hours."Xiao Ding, I heard that you want to go to Fujian for a business trip?" Team Leader Shi suddenly asked, "Did you give Director Zhang an application?"

Team leader Shi is about to retire. He has the oldest qualifications, and he is the most able to spend his life, otherwise he won't be just a leader at this age.He wasn't curious to ask, he just wanted to kill the ten minutes before get off work.

"I handed it the day before yesterday. Director Zhang hasn't looked at it yet. I guess it's myopia."

The answer was Ding Hanbai, a young man who had just turned 20 and had been to the Cultural Heritage Bureau for more than half a year. He likes to be late, but he does not leave early.There is not much to earn, the chair cushion should be satin-finished, and the pen holder should be square caviar. The usual posture is to bend long legs, narrow eyebrows, and wonder where to go after get off work.

Team Leader Shi knew that Ding Hanbai and Director Zhang were not very good at dealing with each other, and said, "Fujian is so far away, so let's not go if you don't go."

Ding Han nodded comfortably, and did not comment.He wants to go, not because he loves his work, but because there are a number of cultural relics out of the ocean in Fujian. He is very interested and purely wants to satisfy his selfishness.

When it was time to get off work, Ding Han walked away with a white bag and rode a bicycle with a large beam. He was not in a hurry or panic, and slowly drew back.The summer is long, and every day after I get home, I still have to listen to the fucking nagging. It is better to waste time on the lush streets.

Riding halfway around the handlebars, turning to Yingchun Avenue and speeding up, the shirts were blown by the wind, and the brakes stopped when they passed the door of an old hotel in the city.Ding Hanbai got off the car and bought some butter chicken wings, hung it on the handlebar, and when he left, he slowly turned his head and looked at the "Jade Pinji" opposite his eyes.

The most exquisite jade carving brand in the city, the door to the sky, there is more than one shop, there are three in total.

Ding Hanbai returned home smelling the scent of chicken wings, and saw a trace of his back when he rode into Chaer Street.The back is beautiful and slim, long hair is covered with butterfly bones, shoulders are flat and legs are straight, and the white pleated skirt adds a bit of coolness to this hot summer.

Ding Hanbai rang the car bell fiercely, jumped behind them like a urgency, yelling: "Whose girl is this girl?"

The other party turned around and beat him: "No matter how big or small, I will sue your mother."

"Oh, it turned out to be my aunt." One of the great joys of Ding Hanbai’s life is to confuse his mother’s maiden family. For example, grandma gave birth to a daughter at an age. The aunt who was three years older than him was taken over by their family, just like his sister.

Jiang Caiwei raised her leg and stepped into the door threshold, helped him with the bag, and asked, "I've made a detour to buy food again. How's the business in the store?"

Ding Hanbai brought the bicycle into the hospital: "It's still like that, I just took a look."

Their Ding family has ancestral craftsmanship, jade carvings and stone carvings, and the only technology in the city.Yu Xiaoji has been opened for several generations. It has been closed during special periods. After several evolutions, there are still three remaining. Back then, the ancestors laid down rules to eat shares by craftsmanship. Retreat.

The most powerful one is Ding Hanbai's father-Ding Yanshou, his uncle Ding Houkang is slightly weaker.

Ding Hanbai is the eldest son and the eldest grandson. He learned to hold a knife on his father's knee before he learned to walk. His talent jumped at the same time as his height. His height stopped, but he always stood upright and did not bow. His talent reached the top and he completely forgot. How to write the word "humility".Moreover, Ding Hanbai chose to study abroad at the most inconspicuous and frivolous age. As a result, he didn't learn much knowledge and made a lot of money.

He unbuttoned his shirt and entered the room. The room was full of evidence of his bad money, a white glazed porcelain plate with eight treasures, a double dragon ear gossip burner with perfume, and a pair of gilt copper frame silk on the bedside table. Ink and color character hanging mirror.

After he changed his clothes and washed his face, Ding Hanbai went to eat in the large living room of the front yard. Their ancestors were very generous, and every house in the big mansion compound was like a pile of jade ornaments. Yuan Datou threw it around and filled it with oil, salt and vinegar The jars are all seeds of carving dragons and phoenixes.

Now they all live in flats or villas, but the Dante family still live in groups, living in a three-span courtyard.Ding Hanbai’s parents and aunt live in the front yard, his uncle’s family lives in the east yard, and Ding Hanbai lives alone in the other small yard.Moreover, the surname Ding is too capable of tossing, pushing the wall when his mind is hot, building arches when he is cold, planting grass and flowers, and wishing to carve beams and draw buildings.

But Ding Hanbai couldn't look down on it in his heart. No matter how big or beautiful the yard was, it was not as beautiful as a few generations ago. The more tossed, the more faceless, as if unable to face the downward trend, trying to create the previous glory, in fact, it is self-deception. .

He wanted to change and knew that working in the Cultural Heritage Bureau had no effect.

The living room is brightly lit, the big round table has been placed four cool and three hot, the kitchen is still busy.Ding Houkang sits on his seat and pours white wine, a small cup a day, and only half a cup in recent days.

Ding Hanbai paced to the kitchen door, sniffed and asked, "Mom, where's my butter chicken wings?"

Jiang Shuliu stirred the vegetarian soup in the pot, then turned to ask, "Caiwei, where's his chicken wings?"

"It's hot, I didn't pay attention." Jiang Caiwei gloated on the lid of the pot and took out the six chicken wings. "That salary is not enough for the tooth sacrifice, international restaurants, Zhuifenglou, and Peter Western food. Specialize in expensive food."

Ding Hanbai took it, and the two sisters were so annoyed that they had the same birthday wishes every year after turning eighteen. He hoped that Jiang Caiwei would marry as soon as possible.

One table dinner was very good, and the two families started to eat. Ding Houkang's family of three, the two sons Ding Er and Ding Keyu are Ding Hanbai's cousins, Ding Hanbai is the only child, and often makes Ding Yanshou so angry that he can't sleep.

"By the way, the uncle has gone for six days, right?"

The seat was vacant, Ding Yanshou went to Yangzhou to mourn his late friend Ji Fangxu, but he should be back even if Shouling for three days.Ding Hanbai nibbled his chicken wings and said: "Master Ji must be buried. My dad may start traveling in Yangzhou."

Jiang Shuliu bluffed him with his eyes: "What kind of travel, after the funeral, you should comfort and comfort the family, and see what Fang Xu's family needs to help settle."

Ding Hanbai followed: "What can I have, do people have no relatives or friends in Yangzhou? Besides, do you have no children at Master Ji's age? There must be apprentices, right? What do apprentices do? In order to take care of relatives, unless the apprentice has no conscience."

Jiang Shuliu couldn't tell him, so he filled him up with food to stop his mouth.

It’s a little cooler at night. Ding Han Baiman cleans in the machine room. He always doesn't care about housework, and he takes a detour when his chair is upside down, and he never lifts his hands.But the machine room is an exception. He never let others touch it, he personally sweeps, and he usually locks the doors and windows and holds the keys.

Jiang Caiwei was always joking, saying that there were hundreds of thousands of good stuff hidden in it. Ding Ke became more curious about breaking in once, just wanting to feast his eyes, but was kicked by Ding Hanbai into the pool in front of the shadow wall, counting to nine. The cold day had a cold for nearly a month.

On a moonlit summer night, the light in the yard was soft and translucent. Ding Hanbai came out of the machine room with dripping sweat, holding a tray of red twigs in his left palm with a frozen litchi stone in it.After taking a shower, he sat on a wicker chair, and started carving with the moonlight and small lamp. The smallest knife walked along the fine radish silk pattern, and there was no turning back after the knife. This is a work that cannot tolerate any mistakes.

Ding Han white carved a Guanyin with a large palm, and was sleepy before it was refined. He yawned and looked at the moon, thinking a little bit self-deprecatingly: What's the hurry?

Just go back to the house and sleep.

The Cultural Relics Bureau usually has nothing to do. Ding Hanbai went early and was catching up with the deputy curator of the city museum to discuss the latest batch of exhibitions of cultural relics, and by the way determine the time for the Cultural Relics Bureau to go down and inspect.

When the leader of the museum had just left and Zhang Yin arrived, Ding Hanbai immediately stood up vigorously: "Director Zhang, your shirt is made of good material."

Zhang Yinpi smiled and said, "I have been wearing this one this week."

Ding Hanbai insisted on a good sentence: "How can you say that you are in an office, so why not pay attention to it."

He followed the other party into the director's office, Zhang Yin took a seat, and he sat across the desk simultaneously, stating that he had something to say and asked for something.Zhang Yin pushed the teacup forward, and his posture was quite open. He calculated that Ding Hanbai, the youngest man in this office, had never made tea for him.

Ding Hanbai is rich and temperamental, but he has no flattering eyesight. He gazes from the bottom of the cup to the edge of the cup, and exclaims: "The counter goods in the department store, time. You go to our store and pick one, and when I send it of."

Zhang Yin was so angry that he didn't want to pour the tea. He still looked down on his own things. He leaned on the back of the chair and pulled his face and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Ding Hanbai lifted the stack of papers in the corner of the table and drew out the bottom piece of paper: "I handed in my business trip application on Monday, and it's Friday today."

"What happened on Friday?" Zhang Yin didn't pick it up, resting his elbows on the armrests, shaking his fingers together, "No approval, I'll take Lao Shi."

Ding Hanbai squeezed the application form: "Team Leader Shi is over fifty. Would you let him go all the way? Besides, this time I went to see the batch of cultural relics. I understand that and I can help you best. busy."

Zhang Yin raised the corner of his mouth: "If you don't understand it, it doesn't count. You don't pretend to be in front of me. If you turn over the sky, your house is just a stone carving, and you really think of yourself as a person in the circle. "

At this time, other colleagues have arrived one after another, and they couldn't help but take a look at the office, worrying about Ding Hanbai's trouble, and simply watching the excitement with a cool heart.Ding Hanbai lived up to the expectations and satisfies the crowd of onlookers with two mentalities. He calmly replied: "If I count it or not, I'll just say it. I don't understand it. Anyway, it's better than you, the director. We don't need to look through it. Going to heaven, even if there is only one jade shop left, it is a leader in the industry."

"I've carved the stone? You can't afford the rotten stone of my Ding Hanbai." Ding Hanbai leaned on the back of the chair, just like sitting in the wicker chair in the courtyard. The director of the Cultural Relics Bureau should treat himself as an expert. Whoever fucks you out of this office."

Ding Hanbai blocked Zhang Yin with a few words, and his humility and low appearance disappeared early in the morning. He is good to say, and he alone can't tolerate others to damage the craftsmanship of the Ding family.The scholar is sour and arrogant, he is not only arrogant, but also mad.

Zhang Yin became bored and angry. He had seen Ding Hanbai not pleasing to his eyes for the sake of his identity. He had picked a lot of thorns in the past six months, but it was the first time that Mingdao and Zhangjiao quarreled.

Ding Hanbai had a clear heart. He had a pen holder for Zhang Yin's three-year salary. When the director saw him, he inquired about Yu Xiaoji's new items. In fact, this was nothing at all, but Zhang Yin had a small heart and a financial fan. .

The most important thing is that both Zhang Yin and he are interested in antiques, and there is no one in the antique circle who looks down on novices with half-knowledge, and even those who know how are not convinced.

After cursing to relieve his anger, Ding Han stood up leisurely and paused when he walked to the door: "If the application for business trip is not approved, then the leave is not approved?"

Zhang Yin didn't want to see him: "Get out of here!"

Ding Hanbai left, and Jiang Shuliu would definitely be chanted by Jiang Shuliu when he returned home now, so he simply rode to the market.The material market has been lively since Thursday, and the buyers who choose the goods for the most part and the carefully selected ones are all buyers.

There was a buyer bargaining in front of every jade stall. Ding Hanbai didn't bring that much money, so he wandered around and entered a lumber shop.He wanted to choose a piece of sandalwood carvings, and the store saw him young and well dressed, unlike the shoppers, so they ignored him.

"Boss, are you red sandalwood?" a elder sister asked, standing in front of the cabinet.

The boss said: "The upright lobular red sandalwood, look at this pattern, I will show the star water on the material board, and let you see the Venus."

The eldest sister knows a little bit: "A lot of Pterocarpus striata are fake now, I don't know what to do.

"Our store is fidelity, more real than jade sales." The boss turned the model, "Sister, do you choose the material or do you want to make beads? Nowadays, small leaf red sandalwood is popular for making beads."

The eldest sister immediately forgot the true and false: "I just want to use the jade pin to make beads. The finished product is too expensive, so I can buy the material cheaper."

Ding Hanbai wanted to see it for himself, but the other party jabbed him frequently, he leaned on the counter, and listened openly.The boss said: "Of course, the material here is better than that of Jade. To be honest, Jade’s stuff is very expensive. Who knows if it is true or not."

Ding Hanbai inserted a sentence that was not thick nor light: "It is better than you use blood sandalwood to install lobular red sandalwood."

He said to the elder sister: "The agate in Jade Market is agate, and the red sandalwood is red sandalwood. You can't go wrong when you go around the Pacific Ocean to identify it. And although it is expensive, depending on the market, the red sandalwood string will definitely increase in price and make a profit."

Ding Hanbai left after speaking, rushing to flash before the boss loses his temper.

In fact, the jade sales record is indeed powerful, otherwise those people will not lose a hand to increase their worth, but why has it turned from being sought after by everyone to derogatory?After all, the business is bad, the shops have been shrinking again and again, and the reputation of the past 100 years has been accumulated, and the reduction is only a year or a half.

But what makes Ding Hanbai dissatisfied the most is that the decline of Jade Market is not because of poor things, but because of the rapid development of this industry in recent years. There are more people entering the circle and more materials that cannot be on the table. But Yu Pinji refused to be downgraded, and could only be high and low.

He lost interest, picked a piece of wood, and headed home.

It’s always lively on weekends. There are a few brothers. Jiang Tingen, the younger brother of Uncle Ding Hanbai’s family, is also here. They are all seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys who like to follow the fashion and play fresh, but I heard that Ding Yanshou got off the plane today and had no choice but to hold back. Work hard at home.

Ding Hanbai carved in front of the desk, and layers of rice paper were placed under the cut wood. He wrote with a brush, and then prepared to cut.The three brothers gathered around, blocking the light. He looked up annoyedly: "Where do you see monkeys in the zoo?"

Ding Erhe was the same age as him, and urged: "Don't dare, can the monkey see you?"

Ding Hanbai cut the knife, the angle of his wrist did not change, the fingers applied force and twist, and the horizontal folding and twisting was done in one go. The dots were dots, the hooks were hooks, the traces were deep and stable. After the three characters were carved, the sawdust was blown and brushed. The three people were full of faces.

Jiang Tingen said unhappily: "Brother, we can't learn you so agile."

Ding Hanbai caught a glimpse of the watermelon on the small table: "Go to the kitchen and bring a plate of ice cubes. I want to ice the watermelon."