Ning Yuan was a little speechless. Most people these days are relatively simple and would not tell lies.
If this person wants to lie, he can stop holding the thing in his arms and get off work...
"It's Sunday, the next shift. If I had known you were a big coward who didn't even dare to call the police after being robbed, it would be super unnecessary for us to save you!"
Chen Chen finally couldn't help it and burst out angrily.
He was so frustrated that he drew his sword to help when there was an injustice, only to save a coward and still be blamed by the other party.
When the middle-aged intellectual looked at Chen Chen's tall figure, he clenched his big fists angrily and shrank in fear.
Ning Yuan said calmly: "Since this comrade doesn't want to tell the truth, let's call the police."
She means well, but she is not brainless.
The middle-aged intellectual's face instantly turned pale, and he quickly shook his head: "No, no, this comrade, I say, I say..."
He gritted his teeth and carefully opened the things wrapped in rags in his arms, revealing a beautiful indigo bottle: "They... just want to steal my family heirloom."
When Ning Yuan looked at the bottle, her eyes almost went straight.
She subconsciously blurted out: "Ji blue glaze... Xiangyun dragon pattern... Is this a plum vase with white dragon pattern in Ji blue glaze from the Yuan Dynasty?"
The middle-aged intellectual's face changed, and he subconsciously covered the bottle in his arms: "You... you are wrong. This is a vase from the Qianlong period passed down from our ancestors. It is not very valuable, but it has different meanings to my family. "
As if she was afraid that she would snatch his things, Ning Yuan was left speechless by him again.
She rubbed her eyebrows: "The entire bottle is made of a special blue glaze. Only the main pattern in the middle is a mighty dragon playing with a flame orb and the green and white glaze on the surrounding auspicious clouds, which means that the dragon is soaring and the clouds are surging. This kind of style It can only be found in official kilns of the Yuan Dynasty!"
During this time, Mrs. Xia painted for her the most representative porcelain from the official kilns of each dynasty. She had to memorize it by rote. The old lady had to take the exam. If she failed, she would get slapped on the palm of her hand!
The Yuan Dynasty and the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty are the most representative and best remembered——
This Ji-blue glazed plum vase from the Yuan Dynasty has a dragon pattern on it. It was exclusively for the royal family of the Yuan Dynasty and was not allowed to be owned by the public. It is also a representative of the highest achievement of Yuan Dynasty porcelain. It is gorgeous and elegant, and the blue color is very high-end.
As for why the porcelain of the Qianlong period is easy to remember?
Because Qianlong was extremely coquettish and had no artistic talent. He wrote tens of thousands of poems, but none of them required memorization from Chinese language books.
When engaging in porcelain art, we only pursue the complex superposition of techniques, as well as the superposition of colors—red, green, yellow, and blue.
It was Qianlong's taste to put all the bright and auspicious patterns he could think of into a large vase. He was not too tacky and was very proud of it.
Ning Yuan hugged her chest and mocked angrily: "You are now saying that this elegant indigo bottle is from the Qianlong period. Do you think Qianlong will crawl out of the coffin and say that you are - farting?"
And doesn’t this man have brains to tell such lies?
If she has bad intentions and grabs a vase from the Qianlong period or a jar of primitive human excrement from Zhoukoudian, will she let you go just because you underestimated the value of the treasure?
Chen Chen was also disgusted and waved his hands: "He's not telling the truth for this reason. If he doesn't want to call the police, we won't call the police and leave him alone here. He can do whatever he wants!"
He despises cowards and losers who run away without fighting. They will only hold people back on the battlefield!
The middle-aged intellectual's expression was unpredictable. He was left alone. Not only would he not be able to save his family heirloom, but he would also be beaten to death by those people!
As he aged, he wiped his face and finally couldn't help but cry: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootss
It turned out that this middle-aged man was a teacher at the County No. 2 Middle School. His surname was Zhu, and his name was Zhu Li. His ancestor was a vassal king of the Ming Dynasty.
After the family received the plum vase from the Yuan Dynasty given by the emperor, they regarded this treasure as the glory of the family for generations. Even if people died of starvation during the war before liberation, they would not sell it.
As a result, now, Zhu Li's mother has been hospitalized since she was seriously ill. It should be a happy event for her wife to have a child only when she is nearly 40 years old.
Who would have thought that giving birth to a child with severe bleeding, coma in the hospital, life or death is unknown, and money is needed everywhere.
Zhu Li, a senior teacher whose salary was only forty-five yuan, borrowed money from all his relatives and was so poor that he had no choice but to sell the family's precious plum vase without telling his old mother who was hospitalized.
He originally thought he could sell it for a hundred yuan so that he could pay for his medical expenses.
As a result, I went to the black market, and they only gave me 30 yuan to collect the bottles.
Zhu Li was very upset when he secretly sold the bottle that represented the glory of his ancestors. Of course he refused when the price was so low, so he hugged the bottle and left.
As a result, he was clumsy and tongue-tied. He went to the black market several times, but could not afford the price at any one. He was also targeted by Uncle Liu's people, who found out the details - he was just an ordinary high school teacher with a senior and a junior.
"So, when they saw you selling bottles again today, they blocked you on the road and planned to rob you?" Ning Yuan understood.
Lao Zhu burst into tears just thinking about it: "I am alone, and there are seniors and young children above me. They don't have to do anything. They beat me on the way to get off work every day. I am injured and can't go to work. What should I do with the whole family? Do the police Can you follow me all day long?"
Chen Chen was silent. If he faced an enemy with real swords and guns, he would do it!
But in this situation, what could he say? He felt powerless in his heart. Could he still blame this honest middle-aged teacher?
Ning Yuan frowned, looked at the plum vase in his arms, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to sell me this vase?"
Julie was stunned and subconsciously hugged the plum bottle in her arms tightly, looking at her with some fear: "I...I...what do you want...to do..."
He thought he had met a good man who acted bravely, but was he also eyeing his family heirloom? If I had known better, I would never have sold it!
Ning Yuan stretched out her hand and compared a number: "I'll give you one hundred and eighty yuan."
Julie was even more stunned. He pushed up the thick-bottomed glasses in disbelief and asked tremblingly: "How much... how much?"
Ning Yuan sighed: "One hundred and eighty yuan, do you want to sell it?"
Why is it so difficult to talk to this person? Still a teacher!
Julie's eyes burst out with joy, as if he was afraid that she would regret it, and he immediately shouted: "I - sell, I sell, but I don't want other tickets to offset it, I just want cash!"
He has the tickets, he only needs money!
When the short fat man mentioned his workplace just now, he was in despair. Since he did not dare to call the police, the bottle was exposed to those people again.
If he doesn't take action, sooner or later he will be forced to sell it to them at a low price, or even be robbed directly!
This is the crime of having a jade!
Ning Yuan looked at Zhu Li and nodded: "Okay, I don't like to leave the first and last words when doing things. Please write me a receipt so that no one will admit that the bottle is mine."
This guy was still clear-headed and knew that she was giving him a solution to his worries.
Zhu Li nodded, took the pen and paper from Ning Yuan and started writing the receipt.
Ning Yuan turned around, and with great pain, carefully counted out one hundred and eighty yuan from the bag of her underwear.
All her savings were only over 300 yuan, half of which belonged to Rong Zhaonan, and she could only afford 180 yuan of her own!
After Zhu Li handed over the receipt, he looked at the huge sum of 180 yuan in his hand, which was equivalent to half a year's salary, and was trembling with excitement.
He originally thought it would be great if he could sell it for 100 yuan, but later he couldn't tell the price. He once lowered it to 80 yuan, but no one took it.
This time, I actually sold it to this little girl for 180 yuan, plus the 50 yuan just now... But can I get that one?
Julie hesitated.
Ning Yuan asked Chen Chen to help carefully take over the exquisite plum vase.
While inspecting the plum vase, she said calmly: "Don't worry, take the fifty yuan that Xiao Donggua gave you just now. They won't trouble you again."
Zhu Li's eyes were red, he held the money, and suddenly bowed deeply to Ning Yuan and Chen Chen: "Thank you both, I can't repay you for saving my life. I will try my best to help anyone in the future!"
After saying that, he collected the money, gritted his teeth, turned around and left in a hurry!
"He ran away after saying that. He made it clear that he was afraid of getting into trouble and wanted to get away. He even helped him without leaving a contact address." Chen Chen shook his head, feeling that Zhu Li was hypocritical.
Ning Yuan didn't care. The other party was in a difficult situation and had too much time to take care of himself. He was just saying polite words.
While admiring the plum vase, she said with emotion: "This vase is really a masterpiece."
In her previous life, she also surfed 5G and knew all the buzzwords on the Internet.
Chen Chen was a little puzzled: "Sister-in-law, the Yongzheng flower bowl you sold last time was only 150 yuan, but you only paid 180 yuan for this thing? Aren't you here to sell goods?"
The goods in her hand haven't been sold out yet, so why did she become the buyer? Isn't this a huge loss?
Ning Yuan stroked the timeless indigo glaze color of the plum vase and said quietly: "Yes, I sell it. Who says I won't sell it? Even being a second-tier dealer means selling goods."
Chen Chen: "Huh?"
Ning Yuan smiled and said nothing, her big eyes flashing with a cunning light.
Not long after, the two of them heard a simple and gentle middle-aged male voice: "Girl, happy New Year, I haven't seen you for a few days, and now I come to see your uncle!"
Ning Yuan put down the plum vase and turned to look at the person with Chen Chen.
