Power and Wealth

“Hey, Bin, how come you're not home yet? ”

“Oh, Aunt Xuan, I'll be back later today. I have business here. ”

“Oh, the aunt won't wait for you to eat. Don't be late. Be safe. ”

“Okay, don't worry. ”

After hanging up the phone, Dong Xuebin took the iPhone 4 and ate the last vegetarian fritter with the restaurant. After seeing the demolition, there were pedestrians passing by from time to time, so he pressed patience for a moment and wrote his report to Director Xu seriously tomorrow. By the time it was almost written, the time had reached exactly 8 o'clock. The dark night sky had been pressed to the top of its head, and there was virtually no one around.

It's time!

Dong Xuebin's eyes must have opened the curtains and came out of the small restaurant.

The dusk streetlights lit up the messy construction site, because it had not entered the formal construction stage and there were no bulldozers for large excavators, so there were no protective measures at all, let alone people left behind, and there was no one else to see around but two stray cats with gray bars and a stray dog with their ears shrugged, dirty and messy time late, and no one would come here. Dong Xuebin watched the broken tiles under his feet and sneaked back to that place in the afternoon. He looked down. The stone tile was still the stone tile. He lay still, just as he left himself.

Dig!

Dong Xuebin lifted his sleeve and began to scrub his hands vigorously until he rubbed both hands hot. He squatted down to snap the irregular cold stone brick with his fingers and pulled his bladder up. The place that was demolished was not known whether it was in the courtyard or in the household. Anyway, the ground brick was not the kind of cement, but thick and heavy big stone. Not only was it dead and sunken, but it was very gripping. If it had not been for the civilian labor, Dong Xuebin alone would not have been able to move.

Come on, come on! Harder!

The stone brick rose. As Dong Xuebin's hand slowly rose.

Ten centimeters… twenty centimeters… a thud was lifted to the ground.

Dong Xuebin quickly looked around Zhang Wang, no one noticed the movement, he blew his breath gently, clapped the soil on his hand, held his head down with excitement - it was a box, a box that was submerged in soil and corroded to no appearance, stripped the soil on it and lifted the box cover aside, revealing a rusty iron box wrapped in a hard plastic cloth, it should be buried in the soil for a short time... but not long.

What the hell is that?

Don't be a priceless thing, do you? This back-and-afternoon wait is a waste!

Dong Xuebin suffered for a moment, bit his teeth, and removed the plastic cloth and iron box. As soon as he started, Dong Xuebin snapped in his heart. It broke, the box was very light, and the weight of two or three tea cups was only slightly shaken. There was no sound in it, obviously it could not be gold or silver jewellery or anything, let alone porcelain bronze ware. Dong Xuebin's heart has cooled halfway, obliquely cleared the debris on the top, and then pulled the rusty iron box of all four quarters out of the plastic cloth and laid it flat on the ground.

This feels like it's filled with paper?

Whoever buried the newspaper or the kid's prank, that's funny!

Dong Xuebin tangled and covered his hands exposed to the cold wind. After a few breaths, he reached out with anticipation and twisted the iron box, creaking, clicking, and pulled off the rusty cover. Then, through the faint moonlight, he glanced into the box. I went, Dong Xuebin slapped his head, and the two big words came to his mind - screwed!

There are a dozen little books in there, nothing else!

The light was too dark and Dong Xuebin didn't see it too clearly, but unless all the paper was made of gold, how much money would a few broken books sell? One, two? That's the price at the scrap, right? All right, back's wasted. One afternoon's wasted! Dong Xuebin couldn't help but smile and shook his head. He hugged the iron box and walked under the street lamp. After all the thought, you should at least see what it says.

The lights of the street lights hit the box.

Without hope, Dong Xuebin didn't take it seriously at all. He grabbed a copy and glanced at it.

It doesn't matter, Dong Xuebin stood still for a few seconds!

Wait, wait, wait.

It says... "See you in reading history"? Song Jingben's "See you in history"!?

Dong Xuebin's head was hot and excited to open the following brochures, Qingjia Qingchengben's "Mustard Garden Paintings"? Ching Kang Hee's "Three Gift Charts"? Swimming in Swordnand? Lee Chong-Shin's album? Tianxiang Building Posts? At the end of the day, Ben Tang Jing... "Dunhuang Scroll"!?

Holy shit!

This is not a worthless fucking album, it's all ancient books!!

Dong Xuebin has been working for two months in an antique toy store specializing in ancient books and houses Sibao. Of course, he knows the true value of these books and albums, so he doesn't know what to say for a while. What a surprise, an unexpected surprise! Without thinking about it, Dong Xuebin hurriedly took the ancient books out of the box, carefully put them in the bag, looked at the watch, and went back to put the stone brick and box cover back in position. After doing this, Dong Xuebin reached out to the river to take a taxi and went straight to Pan's house.

The old goods market was closed, and he went to an antique store on the north side of the east road of Panjiayuanqiao.

Last summer, Dong Xuebin was here to help the boss sell ancient books.

When the taxi stopped, Dong Xuebin saw that the lights outside Xuanyu Sai were out. Only the weakest light was shining inside. He shouted, knocking on the ancient wooden door a few steps later. “Boss Jia, Boss Jia, close the door later, my little director. ”

Squeak, the door opens and reveals a middle-aged man with a little moustache, "Xiao Dong? Oh, oh, what are you doing here? ”

Dong Xuebin laughed: “Can you go inside and say it? It's inconvenient outside. ”

Boss Jia smiled. “Sure, but I don't have a good business here this year. I'm not going to hire any more people. ”

“It's not that.” He walked into the store flanking his nose with a book roll.

Boss Jia turned the light back on. “If you want to stay one more step late, I'll lock the door and go to sleep. Tell me, what's so mysterious? ”

Dong Xuebin used to be quite familiar with him, so he was welcome. He found a fake official hat and chair to sit on, wipe the water from the tea cup on the table. Dong Xuebin took the bag to the Eight Immortals table and took out a dozen copies of the ancient good books wrapped in plastic bags. "I came to you today to sell something. Um, I've been a little tight lately, so I flipped out the noise from the house. See how much you can drive. ”

Boss Jia touched his beard. "Ancient books? ”

“Hmm.” Dong Xuebin took a few copies out of them and put them on the table.

“Oh, your boy's hiding pretty deep. You should have brought me something long ago. Okay, I'll take a look.” Mr. Jia put on his glasses and sat down next to Dong Xuebin and flipped the booklet in his hand. “... Yo, drink," Three Gift Drawings "? 4 copies of Qing Kang Xi engraved book? That's good stuff. ”

“How much is it worth?” Unlike other antiques, Dong Xuebin asked directly about the price because there are basically few counterfeits due to the high production cost.

Boss Jia touched his beard and said, "Well, the preservation is quite complete, $4,000 is definitely worth it. Why is the book trendy? ”

“Oh, it's always in the box, never sun. ”

“Well, what else? Shall I take another look? ”

Dong Xuebin simply took out all his brains, “You calculate the price, if it's not suitable, I won't sell it, huh? ”

Boss Jia pointed at him and smiled. “You son of a bitch, since it's what you got, can I not give you a high price? ”

Of course Dong Xuebin won't believe him. Who doesn't do business to make money? But he also came here because he knew the boss, the acquaintance spoke a little nicely, even if he couldn't give the highest price, at least it wouldn't be much worse.

Boss Jia began to turn over a copy, “... Oh, this is Tianxiang Building Post, but it's a bit out of book, the book page is not complete, it's not well kept. Look at the lower right corner, how can it be corroded? It's not worth much, is it, 800? A thousand? That's it... Yo, is this Song Jingben? See you in History? Funny thing, although it's only a page away, Song Eng Ben has too little survival. Six thousand yuan would definitely give..." Mustard Garden Painting "? This can also give you 5,000..."

Dong Xuebin was silent in his heart.

Finally, Mr. Jia moved his gaze onto a drawing shaft, pulled it apart and suddenly sucked in the cool air, “Tang Jing..." The Dunhuang Scroll "?” He looked at Dong Xuebin with surprise, "You keep it quite well. It's not easy. Where did you get this? Family heirloom? ”

Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly, "I don't know exactly. ”

If you don't want to talk to him, Mr. Jia hasn't asked again. He exclaimed: "This Tang Jing... give you 80,000. ”

Dong Xuebin also had some insight. Knowing that the Dunhuang Scripture Volume should be a little higher, he said: "100,000. ”

Boss Jia shook his head. “You can't give me $100,000. That's the price of the auction. ”

Dong Xuebin bargained: “The 80,000 is too low. Otherwise, these other ancient books will go according to the price you just said, and I will not pay back the price, but you can give me more Tang Jing. ”

Thinking about it, Mr. Jia said: "90,000 Tang Jing, no more tall. ”

“… OK, that's it! ”

“Cash?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, I'll take it for you. ”

At the end of the bill, these dozen ancient books sold more than 110,000!

Plus Dong Xuebin's 100,000 yuan and thousands of cards, his total assets have now reached 220,000 yuan!!

An amazing number that Dong Xuebin didn't dare think about before!!

Earned again!!

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