1378【Antique Collection】

Style: Science Author: Ji MobaiWords: 2158Update Time: 24/01/18 07:30:39
Suddenly, when Xiang Nan returned to the factory, everyone in the factory paid attention to him.

Yesterday, he threw Li Chengtao three somersaults in a row. His strength and skill were jaw-dropping.

Because of this, Xiang Nan became completely famous in the factory.

The so-called beauty loves heroes. Many young female workers were staring at him. Some of them used to rely on their seniority and did not take apprentices like Xiang Nan seriously. Now when they see Xiang Nan, their attitude is much more respectful.

Feeling this change, Xiang Nan was naturally happy.

In addition, it is a beautiful thing that he and Cai Xiaoli have officially established their relationship. It can be described as a double happiness.

In comparison, Li Chengtao was a little embarrassed.

In the past, he always boasted about his promiscuity, how good he was at fighting, and how desperate he was for his life, which made a group of people who couldn't figure out the details treat him with courtesy.

As a result, he had big eyes yesterday and was beaten by Xiang Nan until he looked like a grandson.

Because of this, when he came to work, everyone pointed and snickered, which made him feel so embarrassed. So within a few days, he chose to be transferred.

Li Chengtao's departure was nothing to Xiang Nan.

Because he has never regarded Li Chengtao as his opponent, his level is too low.



A few days later, it was New Year's Day.

1976, a new year, a new atmosphere.

In January, "People's Literature" resumed publication.

For Xiang Nan, the opportunity to build his reputation finally arrived.

He hurriedly mailed the poems he had written during the holidays, such as "The Spring Water in the Border is Clear and Pure", "The Sun is Reddest, the Chairman is Dearest", "We Are the Successors of Communism", "I Love You, China", etc. go out.

As long as one of these poems is published, it is a great honor for him.

Because "People's Literature" is the country's highest-level publication. It means a lot to have your own poems wait on it.

However, there is no royalties for writing manuscripts at this stage.

Because starting from 1966, royalties have been abolished as [bourgeois rights] and will not be officially restored until 1977.

But in fact, as long as it is famous, it will definitely be beneficial, so Xiang Nan is not in a hurry.



Entering the New Year, Yili Food Factory worked overtime almost every day and rushed to meet the demand for bread during the Spring Festival.

Xiang Nan was forced to stop his second-hand car business because he was too busy.

But even so, he has made a lot of money in the past six months. I was tinkering with cars and reselling eggs. At the end of the year, I made nearly 3,000 yuan.

At the time, this was already a huge sum of money.

Xiang Nan did not spend the money randomly, but took it to the cultural relics store and bought some cultural relics for collection.

In the 1970s, cultural relics were extremely cheap. The official kiln in Kang, Yong and Qian dynasties only cost one or two hundred yuan. Forty years from now, it won’t work even if you don’t have 20 million.

Xiang Nan used the money he earned, except for a small amount that he gave to his family and a small amount that he kept as capital. Most of the money he earned was spent on antiques.

However, he didn't dare to leave it at home. Instead, he asked Chunming to leave it at Uncle Guan's house.

Uncle Guan's real name is Guan Shan, he is a descendant of the Guerjia family in Zhenghuang Banner, and he is in the same family as Guan Zhilin, the great beauty from Xiangjiang. My ancestors were tax collectors of Chongwen Sect. They were in a high and powerful position, so they naturally collected a lot of good things.

Uncle Guan has such a background, so he is naturally quite good at literature and antiques. He can pick up all kinds of allusions and unofficial histories at his fingertips. It can be said that he has become an expert.

However, although the old man is shrewd, he is not evil-minded. As a member of the Zhengyang sect, if you do things that belong to the Zhengyang sect, you must be fair and honest and have a clear conscience.

So Xiang Nan left his things with him without worrying about being corrupted by him.

However, the fact that he bought antiques for collection still surprised Chunming.

"Jianjun, since when did you also like to play this?" he asked doubtfully.

Chunming likes collecting cultural relics because he was influenced by Uncle Guan. At the age of ten, he became a disciple of Uncle Guan and learned antique appreciation from him. Over the years, he has become an expert.

But Xiang Nan had never been interested in antiques, but now he spent thousands of dollars to collect so many porcelains, ancient paintings, and bronze statues from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, which naturally made him a little puzzled.

"Hey, I don't like it. To be honest, I just want to sell for money." Xiang Nan waved his hand and smiled, "As the saying goes, gold is hidden in troubled times, and antiques are hidden in prosperous times. In my opinion, the price of antiques will definitely rise in the future. I am now Collect a few and you will make a fortune in the future.”

"Brother, I have to tell you something about this. Playing with antiques just to make money is the worst kind of thing." Chunming said immediately after hearing this.

He collects things not to make money, but because he just likes the cultural heritage contained in antiques and antiques. Looking at those antiques, I feel like I am having a conversation with the ancients, which is very wonderful.

"Go~" Xiang Nan rolled his eyes at him, "The bustling world is all for profit, and the bustling world is all for profit. Only when buying and selling antiques is profitable can more and more people pay attention to it, like it, and collect it. It, study it.

If antiques cannot be bought and sold, who will take them seriously? Throw them all away and smash them all. When the time comes, let alone appreciating and playing with these antiques, it will be difficult for you to even find a complete one. "

When Chunming heard what he said, he nodded and admitted that he had a certain point.

There has been an antique business since ancient times. And it is precisely because it is profitable that antiques can be hidden. Otherwise, who would bother collecting a bunch of worthless junk.

"However, whether you sell it or not, you must not sell it to the country." Han Chunming finally insisted.

"Okay, when the time comes, when you have money, I'll sell it all to you. Is that okay?" Xiang Nan said with a smile.

"That's okay." Chunming nodded and smiled.

He didn't have as much money as Xiangnan. Xiang Nan can go shopping for antiques in cultural relic shops, but if he wants to collect them, he can only walk around the streets and collect antiques with deception. In this way, although it saves money, the efficiency is slow.

Moreover, the items sold in cultural relic shops are basically high-quality items and there are no defective ones. Xiang Nan bought all the top-notch goods from the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, many of which made him jealous.



About a month later, the Chinese New Year is just around the corner.

Near the end of the year, Xiang Nan gave Cui Weihong two hundred yuan.

He didn't save a bicycle this month, and Cui Weihong naturally had no income.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so I have to buy something.

"It's gone if there's too much. Just keep these two hundred yuan." Xiang Nan said, "When we have free time next year, we can start working again."

"You'd better take the money back. In the past six months, you have made me a lot of money." Cui Weihong waved his hand.

Thanks to Xiangnan, she sold a lot of bicycles in the past six months and earned six to seven hundred yuan. She was already very content after helping her third brother, fourth brother, and fifth brother to have a daughter-in-law.

"Take it as long as you want. You are my woman. Money is nothing to you." Xiang Nan said forcefully with a straight face.

Cui Weihong continued to do this, no longer shirk, collected the money, then nodded and said, "Jianjun, I know, I can't marry you. Don't let me go, don't worry, as long as you are still willing to have me, I will It’s your person.”

"Don't worry, I won't let you go." Xiang Nan also said.