Eleventh Younger got on a tram, got off halfway, and called a rickshaw to rush to the Chenghuang Temple Antique Market. Antiques in troubled times are worthless, and the antique market is therefore very desolate. It is a huge market with only a dozen people walking around.
The Eleventh Young Master walked straight into a "Mo Yuxuan", inside a grand teacher's chair sat a gray-haired old man, facing a stick of incense, looking at the newspaper. The Eleventh Young Master clasped his fists and said, "Master Zhou, you have to be free!"
"Yo, the Eleventh Young Master!" Elder Zhou put down the newspaper hurriedly, "Sit down, sit down!"
Little Eleven smiled and asked, "How is the business recently?"
"Just so-so, just eat it! You know, in this world, nothing is going well!" Old man Zhou sighed, and habitually pushed his reading glasses, "Why? The Eleventh Young Master is here to buy antiques or Are there any rare objects to be sold?"
"Shoot." Eleven Shao said. He gently placed the iron box on the table, and Father Zhou glanced at the iron box and said to his heart: There are a lot of valuable things in the hands of these eleven youngsters. This time, I don't know what he is going to sell again
The Eleventh Young Master saw the expression of Old Man Zhou in his eyes, and he opened the brass lock blankly and lifted the lid of the iron box. Elder Zhou glanced at the antiques inside, and his heart moved: Hey, it's really a good thing. But he is a personal spirit, but his face calmly said: "The eleventh young man, these antiques are a bit out of date. The blue and white porcelain vases from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty and the colorful buckets of flowers from the Sui Dynasty were placed in Japan during the 37 years of not aggressively attacking. In the past, it was considered a treasure, but unfortunately, who is willing to buy it now in this troubled world?"
"Hehe, what about this monk Huai Su's character?" Shao Shi squinted his eyes. "I heard that many Kuomintang and Communist Party generals like pen and ink. If this character can be delivered to them, I am afraid that it will be more than just Is it so cheap?"
"The Eleventh Young Master is really good at telling jokes. In the occupied areas, who can contact the Kuomintang and Communist Party generals? Even if they are contacted, they don't know that after several layers of exploitation, in the end they will make wedding clothes for others!"
The Eleventh Young Master didn't say anything, but looked at Old Man Zhou with a smile but a smile, his expression seemed to ask: Are you buying or not
"Well, we are both old acquaintances, and I, I don’t talk secretly. I can offer these three items at this price, and the eleventh youngster thinks it can be sold. If it fails, the benevolence is still there!" He shook his three fingers, "In the future, if there are any antiques to sell, come to me."
"Add another finger, you take it all!" Eleven Major General placed three antique scrolls on the table.
"Thirty-five Oceans!" Elder Zhou smiled slightly, "You and I take a step back."
The Eleventh Young Master nodded immediately and said: "Yes."
The Eleventh Young Master picked up those big oceans, borrowed the phone of Mr. Zhou, and dialed a number. Someone over there said: "Gendarmerie Law Enforcement Department! Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Captain Horse!"
"who are you?"
"I'm Sun Mingtang. I just found a rare item and want to open my eyes to Captain Horse." Eleven Shao said.
"Okay, wait a minute!" hesitated and said again.
Then there was a moment of silence.
After a while, Captain Ma came to answer the phone in person, and made an appointment with the Eleventh Young Master to meet at a teahouse at 11 o'clock in the morning. As the Eleventh Young Master was about to leave, Elder Zhou followed: "Is the Eleventh Younger hiding something interesting, can you let the old one gain insight?"
The Eleventh Young Master smiled: "It's just a night pearl in the Spring and Autumn Period."
"Huh?" Elder Zhou was taken aback, his eyes flashed.
Little Eleven smiled slightly, bowed his hand at the stunned Old Man Zhou, and walked away quickly.
In the Chunsheng Teahouse, some people in long gowns were sullenly drinking tea, and there was a thickly written word on the counter: Do not talk about national affairs. In this age of endless war, there may be a military spy or a central assassin hidden anytime and anywhere. These people are as ghostly as ghosts, and as invincible as the wind. Some people went to jail the next day because they cursed a ******, or praised the Communist Party, and could not turn over for a lifetime.
Eleven arrived at the teahouse at 10:30, found a private room on the second floor, brewed a pot of Longjing and drank slowly, looking out the window, with a deep thought. Several Japanese soldiers clamored as they walked downstairs carrying a bayonet-equipped "March 8", and he couldn't help gritting his teeth.
A year ago, he hurriedly returned to Peiping from Japan to start a career. However, his hometown in Peking has been destroyed. A hundred of his tribe members were burned to death by Japanese soldiers, and his family property was looted. His father is a conservative landlord. The money he used to study abroad was secretly borrowed from his cousin Sun Juanjuan, his cousin, who sold almost all his jewelry for this reason. However, when he returned from studying abroad, he found that the elder Beiping couldn't accommodate Sun Mingtang. The arrogance and arrogance of foreign students in him suddenly collapsed. The cousin was also lost in the war. According to relatives from Peiping who did business in Shanghai, she saw her as an unbearable dancer in Shanghai. Sun Mingtang owed his cousin to his cousin, and was penniless, so he had to travel thousands of miles to Shanghai with the old man.
Although he is so downhearted, he still maintains the habit of collecting antiques from rich children. Successful information has always been exchanged only with antiques. Because he was the eleventh child in the family, the youngest master, he was called the "Eleventh Young Master" by insiders.