"Hey, Xiaobin, why aren't you home yet?"
"Oh, Aunt Xuan, I'll go back later tonight. There's something going on here."
"Oh, my aunt won't wait for you to eat. Don't come back too late. Pay attention to your safety."
"Okay, don't worry."
After hanging up the phone of Qu Yunxuan, Dong Xuebin put away his IPHONE 4. After eating the last bite of vegetarian fried cakes with the restaurant, he saw pedestrians passing by the demolition area from time to time. He had to hold back his thoughts for the time being, lowered his head and wrote seriously that he would be there tomorrow. Report to Director Xu. By the time I was almost done writing, the time had just reached eight o'clock, the dark night sky was already pressing above my head, and there were almost no people around.
it's time
Dong Xuebin's eyes were determined, he opened the curtain and came out of the small restaurant.
Dim street lights illuminated the messy construction site. Because it had not yet entered the formal construction stage, and there were no large excavators or bulldozers, there were no protective measures at the site, and no personnel were left to stay. There were only two gray stray cats around. There was nothing else to be seen outside the house and a stray dog with its ears twitching. It was dirty, messy and late at night, so no one would come here. Dong Xuebin paid attention to the broken bricks and tiles under his feet, and secretly returned to the place where he was in the afternoon. He looked down and saw that the stone bricks were still the same stone bricks, lying quietly, just like when he left.
Dig it
Dong Xuebin rolled up his sleeves and began to rub his hands vigorously until both hands were warm. Then he squatted down and clasped the irregular cold stone brick with his fingers, and pulled his arms upwards. I don’t know if this demolished area is in the yard or in the residents’ homes. Anyway, the floor tiles are not cement, but thick and heavy stones. Not only are they heavy, but they are also very grippy. If it weren’t for the migrant workers It had been lifted up a lot beforehand, and it was really difficult for Dong Xuebin to move it alone.
Try harder, harder, harder
The stone bricks rose and slowly floated up with Dong Xuebin's hand.
Ten centimeters... twenty centimeters... was knocked to the ground with a thud.
Dong Xuebin quickly looked around and saw that no one noticed the movement. He blew lightly, patted the soil on his hands in a low voice, endured the excitement and looked down - it was a box, which was submerged in soil and corroded to a terrible extent. The box, peeling off the soil on it, pushed the lid of the box aside, revealing a rusty iron box wrapped in a hard and thick plastic sheet. It looked like it had been buried in the soil for a long time... but it didn't long.
what exactly is it
Don't think it's some worthless stuff, right? Then this BACK and the whole afternoon of waiting are all wasted.
Dong Xuebin hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and took out the plastic sheet and iron box. As soon as he got his hands on it, Dong Xuebin felt a thump in his heart. It was broken. The box was very light. It was only as light as two or three teacups. When it swayed slightly, there was no sound inside. It obviously couldn't be gold, silver or jewelry. , let alone porcelain and bronze. Dong Xuebin's heart was already cold. He slantedly cleaned the crumbs on it, then pulled out the large square rust-colored iron box from the plastic sheet and laid it flat on the ground.
This feels like it's filled with paper
Haha, don’t worry, it would be funny if someone buried a diary or newspaper or a child’s prank.
Dong Xuebin tangledly covered his hands that were exposed to the cold wind. After taking a few breaths, he stretched out his hand to twist the iron box with anticipation. With a creak and a click, he pulled off the rusty cover, and then with the help of the weak moonlight I looked into the box and walked away. Dong Xuebin slapped his forehead, and two big words came to mind - finished.
There are only a dozen small notebooks inside, and nothing else.
The light was too dark and Dong Xuebin couldn't see clearly, but unless these papers were made of gold, how much could a few broken books be sold for? piece? Two pieces? Is this the price at the scrap collection place? Okay, BACK, it was a waste of time. An entire afternoon was wasted. Dong Xuebin shook his head in confusion, and walked under the streetlight with the iron box in his arms. After putting so much thought into it, why don’t you take a look at what’s written on it
The light from the streetlight hit the box.
Dong Xuebin, who had no hope, didn't take it seriously at all. He casually grabbed a book and took a look at it.
It doesn't matter, Dong Xuebin was stunned for several seconds.
Wait, wait, wait
What is written on it is... "Reading History and Guiding Views"? The Song Dynasty edition of "Reading History and Guan Jian"
Dong Xuebin's head felt hot, and he excitedly opened the following booklets. "The Mustard Seed Garden Painting Biography" engraved by Jiaqing of the Qing Dynasty? The "Three Rites" printed by Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty? Lu You wrote "Jiannan Poems"? Li Chongshi's calligraphy book? "Tianxianglou Tie"? Finally, there is actually a Tang Jing... "Dunhuang Sutra"
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What kind of worthless book is this? It’s all rare ancient books.
Dong Xuebin once worked and studied for two months in an antique shop specializing in rare ancient books and the Four Treasures of the Study. Of course he knew the true value of these books, pictures, albums, and scrolls, so he didn’t know what to say for a while. It was so unexpected, unexpected. What a surprise! No longer thinking about it, Dong Xuebin hurriedly took out the ancient books from the box and carefully put them into his bag one by one. He looked at the watch, then went back to put the stone brick and the box lid back in place. After doing this, Dong Xuebin went to the moat and took a taxi and went straight to Panjiayuan.
The flea market had closed early, and he went to an antique store on the north side of Panjiayuan Bridge East Road.
Last summer, Dong Xuebin helped his boss sell rare ancient books here.
When the car stopped and got off the taxi, Dong Xuebin saw that all the lights outside Xuan Yuzhai were out, except for the weak light shining in the innermost part. He huffed, walked a few steps and knocked on the antique wooden door, "Jia Boss, Boss Jia, I’ll close the door later, I’m Xiao Dong.”
Squeak, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a small mustache, "Xiao Dong? Oh, why are you here?"
Dong Xuebin smiled and said: "Can we go in and say it? It's not convenient outside."
Boss Jia chuckled, "Okay, but my business here is not going well this year, so I have no plans to hire anyone else."
"It's not that." He walked sideways into the store, and the smell of books hit his nostrils.
Boss Jia turned the light back on, "If you were one step later, I would have locked the door and gone to bed. Tell me, what's the mystery about?"
Dong Xuebin was familiar with him before, so he was not polite. He found an imitation official hat chair and sat down. He wiped the remaining water stains from the tea cup on the table. Dong Xuebin took the bag to the Eight Immortals table and took out the ten Several rare volumes of ancient books wrapped in plastic bags, "I came to you today to sell something. Well, money has been a bit tight recently, so I dug through the savings at home. See how much I can get for it."
Boss Jia touched his beard and said, "Ancient books?"
"Well." Dong Xuebin took out a few volumes and put them on the table.
"Haha, you kid has hidden it quite well. If you have any good things, you should have brought them to me a long time ago. Okay, let me take a look." Boss Jia put on his glasses and sat down next to Dong Xuebin, and touched the booklet casually. Turning it over in his hand, "... Hey, "Three Rites"? 4 volumes of the Kangxi edition of the Qing Dynasty? This is a good thing."
"How much are they worth?" Rare ancient books are different from other antiques. Due to the high production cost, there are very few fakes, so Dong Xuebin directly asked the price.
Boss Jia stroked his beard and said, "Well, the preservation is quite complete. It is definitely worth four thousand yuan. Hey, why is the book so fashionable?"
"Oh, it's been kept in the box at home and has never been exposed to the sun."
"That's it. Is there anything else? Let me take a look again?"
Dong Xuebin simply took it all out, "You can calculate the price. If it's not suitable, I won't sell it, haha."
Boss Jia pointed at him and smiled, "You kid, since you brought it, can I still give you a high price?"
Of course Dong Xuebin would not believe everything he said. Who does business not to make money? But the reason why he came here was because he knew the boss. He was easier to talk to. Even if he couldn't give the highest price, at least it wouldn't be much different.
Boss Jia started to flip through the pages one by one, "...Oh, this is "Tianxianglou Tie", but the volume is a little missing, the pages are not complete, and the preservation is not good. Look at the lower right corner, how come it has been corroded? This It's not worth much, eight hundred? One thousand? Just like this... Oh, this is the Song Dynasty edition? I can definitely give you six thousand yuan for... "Mustard Seed Garden Painting Biography"? I can also give you five thousand yuan for this one..."
Dong Xuebin calculated silently in his heart.
Finally, Boss Jia moved his eyes to a scroll, opened it and took a breath of cold air reflexively, "Tang Jing..."Dunhuang Sutra"?" He glanced at Dong Xuebin in surprise, "You... The things are still quite well preserved, that’s not easy. Where did you get this from your family?”
Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly, "I don't know the details."
Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything, Boss Jia stopped asking and sighed: "This Tang Jing... I'll give you 80,000."
Dong Xuebin also had some knowledge and knew that the "Dunhuang Sutra" should be a little higher, so he said: "One hundred thousand."
Boss Jia shook his head repeatedly, "I can't give you 100,000 yuan. The price you mentioned is the auction price."
Dong Xuebin bargained: "The eighty thousand is too low. Otherwise, these other ancient books will be sold at the price you just mentioned, and I won't bargain. But you have to give me a little more for the Tang Jing."
After thinking about it, Boss Jia said: "Tang Jing's 90,000 yuan, it can't be higher than that."
"...Okay, that's it"
"cash?"
"OK."
"Okay, let me get it for you."
In the final reckoning, these dozen rare ancient books sold for more than 110,000 yuan.
Including the 100,000 yuan and several thousand yuan in Dong Xuebin's bank card, his total assets have now reached 220,000 yuan.
An astonishing number that Dong Xuebin could not even imagine before.
Earned again
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