"Crash!"
"Jingle bell clang!"
"How could it be possible? How could it be possible?"
In the utility room, Yan Muze went crazy. He looked at the bronzes in the corner one by one, his eyes widened, trying hard to find flaws in every fake to prove that he was not a waste...
Unfortunately, the opposite happened.
Even though he tried his best and tried all his tricks, he still couldn't find the slightest clue on any of the bronze vessels.
Even the patina on it is so real!
Old Man Yan is autistic!
He was born in a noble family in the Qing Dynasty and grew up among antiques since he was a child. It can be said that he has a family background. In the long years he has experienced, countless people have told him that what is fake is fake and will always be fake. No matter how clever the method is, it will still have flaws.
And he himself has always been convinced of this.
Therefore, when Yan Muze saw these flawless fakes, he did not think about the skills of this counterfeiter, but began to doubt himself.
Is it because I'm not good enough?
"how could it be possible!"
With red eyes, Yan Muze put down a bronze plate full of inscriptions, stood up in despair, and murmured: "Is there really a flawless fake in this world?"
When Chu Heng saw him like this, he smiled unkindly, and then stepped forward to take a look at the bronze vessels. Unsurprisingly, he found no problems.
"What a masterpiece!"
He stood up in amazement, turned around and said to the old man who was carefully accompanying him with a smile: "It's good. I want it. Please give me a price."
The old man had been frightened for a long time. How dare he ask for his money? He said with a smile on his face: "No, no, if you like it, just take it. It's just a bunch of fakes and they're not worth much." , this is all my apology to you."
It’s not that he doesn’t want money, he’s just too damn shy to ask for it!
The old man has already taken responsibility for his losses, so how dare he ask for money?
And standing next to him was Mazi, the gangster leader.
He is afraid that if he loses his life, he will lose it!
"You don't have to do this. We are not robbers, so we can pay whatever we have to pay." Chu Heng looked at the old man helplessly.
"You really don't need it, just take it." The old man shook his head and firmly refused to accept the money.
"Tsk."
Chu Heng really didn't want to bother with him, so he pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it, just ten yuan a piece. You can just keep the money without worry, and no one will bother you."
As he spoke, he glanced at Mazi with a warning, and then ordered Wan Xiaotian: "Give the old man one hundred and thirty yuan to move the things."
Say it.
Chu Heng passed by them and left the utility room humming a song, seemingly in a good mood.
Not long after.
Wan Xiaotian also walked out with the old man and the others, and told the boys at the door: "Go in with a few people and move out the junk in the southwest corner."
Chu Heng immediately stared, went up and kicked the guy, and warned: "You know what special bitch's rags are, you know? Be careful, if you dare to break them, my legs will be cut off by you." !”
Wan Xiaotian shrank his neck and said quickly: "Yes, yes, they are all treasures, be careful!"
"knew!"
"Master Chu, please please!"
"Be sure to handle it with care."
Seeing that the elder took him so seriously, all the younger brothers quickly put away their contempt and lined up one by one into the utility room.
Wan Xiaotian walked to the bronze tripod that was placed on the ground outside with a puzzled look on his face. He squatted down and touched it. Feeling a little puzzled, he said, "This is a piece of shit. No one in the recycling bin likes it." Come on, why is it a treasure?"
"You kid know nothing!"
Chu Heng glanced at the guy, then looked at the old man thoughtfully. After thinking for a while, he took out a cigarette and walked up, handed him one, and asked, "Man, I want to ask you something."
The old man who was looking blankly at the one hundred and thirty yuan in his hand hurriedly took the cigarette and said with a flattering face: "You ask, little old man, I will definitely tell you everything."
"That's it." Chu Heng pointed to the square pot carried out by a younger brother and asked, "Can you still make it?"
"This..." the old man hesitated and said truthfully: "I can do it, but I haven't done it for too many years. My hands must be a bit raw, so I may not be able to do something like this."
Chu Heng's eyes lit up when he heard this. He may not be able to do this, but is it possible?
The smile on his face immediately became sincere, he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for the old man, and said with a smile: "If you are a craftsman, you should practice more. If one day you can make a bronze of this level, I will still do it here." receive!"
"Really?" The old man suddenly became excited. Ten yuan a piece is not a low price, and you don't have to risk getting beaten by swindling around. What a great deal!
"Do you think I need to lie to you?" Chu Heng looked at him funny.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it a try later." The old man geared up and prepared for a big fight, but then when he thought about the cost of making these things, his face darkened again, and he said angrily: "That... Sir, forget it. I haven’t done this for decades. If I want to pick up my skills again, I don’t know how much materials it will cost, and it may not be possible. In the current situation of my family, we are poor. Even if a mouse comes in, he has to wipe his tears and leave, I really can’t afford to gamble.”
Chu Heng frowned after hearing this, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "How much do you think it will cost you to make something?"
The old man smiled bitterly and said: "You can't say for sure. If you're lucky, you can do it if you spend tens or even hundreds. If it's not good... you may not be able to do it if you spend a thousand or eight hundred."
Chu Heng nodded and said thoughtfully: "Then why don't you just do it for me? Whatever you want, I'll get it for you here. It won't cost you a penny. I'll give you twenty yuan a month as salary." When you make something, I will give you a salary increase. Whether it will be paid per piece or the salary will be dead will be decided later depending on the situation. Do you agree?"
Is there such a good thing?
The old man was overjoyed again. It didn't cost him a penny and he was paid his wages. Why should he hesitate? He nodded quickly and said: "It's done, it's done!"
When Chu Heng saw that he agreed, a smile appeared on his face, and he immediately called Wan Xiaotian over, explained the matter, and finalized some details. The group of them took the pile of bronzes and left here with a clanking sound. .
The old man held one hundred and thirty yuan in his hand and stood in front of the door with his biological father, waving his hands vigorously, with a smile on his face, and he felt that his whole body was full of energy.
It wasn't until no one could be seen anymore that he pulled off his wet pants and returned to the house humming a tune.
"Crack!"
After entering the house and turning on the light, the old man glanced at his grandson who was sleeping soundly on the kang. He bared his big yellow teeth and leaned over. He kissed his grandson on his red cheek and said with a smile: "My dear grandson, good times are coming for our family." !”
The old lady also woke up at this time, sat up and asked him: "Who came just now? Have the things been sold?"
"Sold!" The old man took out the money from his pocket and handed it to his wife. He twisted his butt uncomfortably and said without any shame: "Hey, get up and get me a pair of pants. I peed my pants just now. "
The old lady glanced at his crotch, then lowered her head and continued to count the money one by one. She asked with a look of disgust, "What happened to scare you like this?"
She had been with the old man for so many years, and it was not just once or twice that she peed her pants. She had long been used to it.
