Chen Muwu was dumbfounded by what the Westerners did.
It turned out that he had been there all morning pretending to be very particular about reading calligraphy and painting, which was completely useless.
Others didn't take those calligraphy and paintings seriously at all, they just regarded them as recreational items after buying vases and bronzes.
Chen Muwu quickly pulled out another scroll from the pile of calligraphy and paintings, fearing that he would be too late to grab something good or even something.
When foreigners paid their bills, they were all paying with gold and silver, but Chen Muwu had a bunch of odds and ends in his arms, which made him look very shabby at this time.
When it was his turn, he put the five small yellow croakers and twenty banknotes on the table. After the eunuchs checked and counted them, he turned around and left.
Among them, the old eunuch, who was the oldest and most sinister in appearance, hurriedly chased him out the door: "Sir, sir, please stay."
Chen Muwu knew that this was calling him, and his first reaction was to run away.
But then they thought again, they couldn't have identified their identity fraud in the short period of time between settling the bill and leaving. If they stopped him now, they either had something to talk about or they had seen through it early on. Although she knew his identity, she still chose to complete the transaction with him.
So what else is scary about him?
So Chen Muwu simply stopped where he was, turned around and said with a smile: "Old gentleman, what do you have to say?"
"Okay, young man, stop pretending like me," the old eunuch pointed out Chen Muwu's disguise directly, "Your trick is good for deceiving a kid who has never seen time, but it's not good enough for me. "
Chen Muwu smiled awkwardly. He knew that the old eunuch in front of him must be suspicious of the banknotes of Jiang Industrial Bank.
As a native, the money he pays out is not Yuan, but banknotes from the South?
Nowadays, 咤 yuan is not as worthless as it has been depreciated countless times in later generations. Under the gold standard, one 咤 yuan is equal to 750 milligrams of gold, which is basically the same as the price of Da Yang, only slightly lower than 15%. Just done.
"Don't worry, I didn't mean to stop you. I just wanted to tell you that next time you come, you don't have to pretend like this. Anyway, you have money and want things, and I have things and want money. I won't go. I doubt how you were found, and I don’t even ask who you are. As long as you keep a strict mouth and abide by the rules here, who do you do business with?”
"Thank you so much, old man." Chen Muwu no longer spoke in a rough voice, but returned to his normal tone.
In fact, the old eunuch's mentality is also very simple. In his understanding, anyone who can find such a place is someone who loves antiques, calligraphy and painting, and wants to pick up missing pieces.
He really wasn't worried that these people would leak the news and expose the fact that the palace people were buying and selling in private.
After all, if their trading channel is cut off, it will not be so easy to buy the rare treasures in the palace.
It can only be said that this old eunuch is still too naive. Their emperor's master has made a fortune through ruin, but it is much more accomplished than their petty troubles!
Although the sun rises late in winter, the eastern sky is already bright at this time.
Chen Muwu, who had played a lonely role, walked out of the courtyard, and the sharp-eyed driver immediately recognized the generous customer.
He quickly pressed the ignition lever on the left side of the steering wheel to start the car, and drove the car in front of Chen Muwu.
"Sir, are you out?" The driver jumped out of the car and opened the right door diligently.
"It's better to go to Dongbanqiao. When we get back, I'll pay you the bill together."
"Okay, okay, I'll make sure I get you to your destination safely."
There was no conversation all the way. When the two of them returned to Dongbanqiao in Beicheng in a car, the red sun had already risen. Chen Muwu paid off the fare and Jin Guidi returned to Ma's house in the alley with the three scrolls in his arms.
After entering the house, he looked around and found no place to hide anything. In the end, he simply rolled the scroll into a coat and put it in the suitcase.
He tore up the note he left on the table before leaving, took off his outermost clothes and lay on the bed, taking the time to rest for a while.
It wasn't until the little boy from the Ma family came to knock on the door and asked Chen Muwu to get up for dinner that he pretended to be the first to wake up from a big dream, rubbed his eyes and opened the door.
Everything was as usual at the dinner table, and no one in the Ma family seemed to have noticed that this young man who was staying at their home went to Black Dragon Pond to cause trouble last night.
After finishing the meal, Chen Mu asked Ma Yuzao casually: "Brother Ma, do you know anyone in Beijing who is proficient in appreciating epigraphy, stone, antiques, calligraphy and painting?"
"Why, have you become interested in collecting recently?"
"The lectures have been postponed these days, and I have nothing to do. I heard that the Liulichang area in the capital has always been a gathering place for antiques, calligraphy and paintings, so I wanted to go there."
"Hanchen, the water in this collecting business has always been deep. I advise you not to be too adventurous."
"That's why I asked you, second brother, if you could introduce some teachers to me and let me go and ask for advice. I didn't go there to make a fortune, I just wanted to try my luck and buy one or two items. Valuable treasure."
Ma Yuzao smiled slightly and said: "It seems that I can't persuade you anymore. Hanchen, you just want to hit the wall and never look back. Well, I'll write you the address of my fourth brother. Maybe your eldest brother didn't get along with you. You said that my fourth brother Ma Shuping is now the director of the Archaeological Research Office of the Chinese Academy of Bei University, and he happens to be good at this. Whenever you are free, come and see him."
"Thank you, Brother Ma."
Ma Yuzao picked up his pen and wrote an address note, and then hurriedly left home to go to work at Beida University.
A few days after the storm of Cai Yuanpei's resignation and departure from the school, the leaderless situation of Beida University was improved, and Jiang Menglin finally took over as the acting principal.
Except for a few radical students who still clamored every day to expel Peng Yunyi, the director-general of education, and go to Tianyi Concession to welcome back the old principal Cai Yuanpei, most students have returned to the classroom.
Chen Muwu also got what he wanted.
Ma Yuzao's fourth brother, Ma Heng, is now only known as a lucky man who found a rich father-in-law.
Because his father-in-law had money for him to squander, he could learn to ride a horse and have money to collect antique gold and stones.
Because he can ride horses and his second brother is the director of Beida University, he can become the equestrian teacher in the physical education class of Beida University.
Because he liked to collect antiques and study epigraphs, after the Archaeological Research Laboratory of Beida University was established, he joined the institute as a nominal director.
Anyway, the teachers in Beidalian cannot be paid, so how can they have spare money to support archeology?
In this world, probably only Chen Muwu knows that Ma Heng is not an ignorant young man who only spends his father-in-law's money to eat, drink and have fun.
He was the future second director of the Palace Museum. During the Anti-Japanese War, he presided over the relocation of cultural relics southward, westward and back, and made great contributions to keeping precious cultural relics in the country.
The reason why Chen Muwu asked Ma Yuzao if he knew anyone in the antique collecting industry was to get information about his fourth brother Ma Heng.
If you can be the director of the Palace Museum, is your calligraphy and painting appraisal skills still bad?
Shortly after Ma Yuzao went out, Chen Muwu, who went back to the house to get the three scrolls, also followed him out.
He hailed a foreign car and went straight to No. 48 Xiaoyabao Hutong.
