Chapter 592
"Giggle!"
Someone raises chickens downstairs where Mr. Liu lives. I was woken up by the crow of chickens in the morning at just six o'clock.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I saw Xiaomi hadn’t gotten up yet so I went to call her.
"Wake up, wake up, it's dawn."
"Oh...I know, Brother Feng."
Xiaomi got into bed and opened his mouth to yawn.
After going downstairs to have breakfast, we stopped a car and said we were going to Cishan Town Second Street. The driver thought for a while and said he understood and got in the car.
At this time, I had an idea, that is, it would be inconvenient not to have a car.
I can only ride a motorcycle, but I am not as good as Xiaomi. Xiaomi can not only drive but also drive an excavator.
I decided to wait until the next year when I have free time to learn to get a driver's license. I have money, and I will buy a good off-road vehicle by then. This will make it easier to find tombs and explore places. After all, my goal in the future is to become bigger and stronger.
We passed the White Swan Hotel and headed west. At that time, the journey from Wu'an to Cishan Town was basically a small downhill road. On the road, we could see many large trucks used by steel mills to haul molten iron.
In my impression, there are many steel and iron factories on both sides of the road. There are many workers going to work in the morning. They are in groups, riding bicycles and electric scooters on the road. Those big trucks carrying molten iron roar past without even using their horns. Press, it scares someone to death.
We went all the way downhill from Wu'an to Cishan Bridge. We turned left and went downhill again. After going down the road, the road became narrow. The driver said that not far ahead was Cishan 2nd Street, and beyond that was a place called Wannian Mine. , he asked us where to get off at Second Street.
I said just go to a crowded place, and the driver dropped us off at Erjie Square.
There were many adults and children in Erjie Square, and there were people selling sesame cakes and steamed buns. I asked a lady selling steamed buns on the roadside, and she spoke with a Wu'an accent.
"Who are you looking for? Xiang Li? I don't know."
I asked again: "Then do you know the antique seller on Second Street?"
"You're talking about Lao Zhang. Zhang Chunlei is a relative of mine. He's gone out of town now and hasn't come back. If you have any questions, go to him. He's the section chief of the Security Section of Xinshan Steel Plant."
At that time, there were many communities on Cishan Second Street and there were many people there. I asked a few more people, but they didn’t know where Master Xiang lived. Then we had no other choice, so we went to Xinshan Steel Factory to find the antique dealer’s son.
Because his son must be able to contact the antique dealer named Zhang, and this antique dealer must know the house number of the community where Xiang Guang lives.
Xinshan Steel Plant is relatively close to Second Street. When we arrived, the section chief was patrolling the gate. He was a bald man in his thirties, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and kept circling in the guard room.
"Hello, is your father Zhang Chunlei?" I asked.
"Who are you? What are you doing to my father?"
"I'm his friend. Isn't he not at home? We have come all the way here. Can you give me his phone number? I want to discuss some business."
The bald section chief put down his stick and gave me his father's phone number.
I stepped out and dialed, and the call was quickly connected.
"Which one?"
"Hello, Boss Zhang. I'm Xiang Yunfeng. I'm also a land shoveler. I'm from Beijing."
"Hey, the big boss from Beijing, what do you want to do with me, buy something?"
I said buy it, and you must go and take a look when you come back. Now there is a person who wants to ask you about it. His name is Xiang Guang, who is from Hubei. Do you know where he lives?
"You mean Lao Xiang? You know, he bought several hundred kilograms of copper arrowheads from me. He is an old friend. He had surgery last year and lives in Building 6, 103, Huayuan Community."
After hanging up the phone, I nodded to Uncle Liao and said I found the person.
...
"Ding dong...Ding dong..." I rang the doorbell when I got there.
"coming."
A woman in her fifties opened the door.
"You are....."
I smiled and said, "Hello, auntie, is Master Xiang Guang here? We have something to ask him."
"Who's looking for me?" At this time, a short, middle-aged man wearing glasses came to the door.
This person is Master Xiang Guang, the replicator of Zeng Hou Yi’s Chime Bell.
I expressed my intention to come, and Master Xiang invited me to sit in the room, and his wife poured tea for me.
"You want to find No. 7 to unveil the bell?"
"No, I only made one set of that thing for Master Qian, and there was nothing extra. That's why I persuaded him not to adjust it when the last bell was not perfect. My current physical condition... ugh."
Liao Bo said at this time: "Master Xiang, we don't need the original bell No. 7. A few years ago, you copied the set of Zenghou Yi chime bells. You must have melted a lot of Warring States bronzes. If you think about it carefully, the chime bells must be made of mud. It is made by the method of additional casting, then brazing, inlaying, and finally gold inlay, intaglio engraving, round inlay, lacquering, and color painting. During this period, excess materials will definitely be produced."
Master Xiang was very surprised after hearing Uncle Liao's words. He said that you are also a master. You even know the sequence of steps, which is a good move.
Uncle Liao waved his hand: "You have won the prize, and knowing it does not mean you can actually operate it. We only need the leftovers from the original batch of clocks. Of course, we will not take it for nothing, and we will compensate you appropriately financially. You see... .Can ten thousand yuan be enough?"
