"Hey, Xiao Bin, 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 Qu Yunxuan's phone, Dong Xuebin put away his iPhone 4, and after eating the last bite of vegetarian fried pancakes with the restaurant, he saw pedestrians passing by the demolition area from time to time, so he had to hold back for the time being, lowered his head and carefully wrote the report to be handed over to Director Xu tomorrow. 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. The Power of Time and Wealth 87
it's time
Dong Xuebin's eyes were determined, and he opened the curtain and came out of the small restaurant.
Dim Street Lamp Handle Dismantling Chapter 87 [A box of... books!] (Fourth update) The messy construction site is illuminated. Because it has not yet entered the formal construction stage, and there are no large excavators and bulldozers, there are no protective measures at the site, and no personnel are left behind. Except for two gray stray cats and a stray dog with twitching ears, there is nothing else around. It is dirty, messy, and late, so no one will 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. When he lowered his head and took a look, he 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 courtyard or in the residents' homes. Anyway, the floor tiles are not made of cement, but thick and heavy stones. Not only are they heavy, but they are also very grippy. If the migrant workers hadn't pried it up a lot beforehand, it would have been 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 over to the ground with a thud. Chapter 87 [A box of... books!] (Fourth update).
Dong Xuebin quickly looked around and saw that no one noticed the movement. He blew lightly, patted the dirt on his hands in a low voice, and suppressed his excitement and looked down - it was a box, a box that was submerged in soil and corroded to a bad extent. He peeled off the soil and pushed the lid of the box aside, revealing a rusty iron box wrapped in a thick plastic sheet. It looked like it had been buried in the soil for a long time... but not long either.
What exactly is it?
Don't think it's some worthless stuff, right? Then this return 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, so light that it only weighed two or three teacups. It swayed slightly and there was no sound coming from inside. Obviously it couldn't be gold, silver, jewelry, let alone porcelain or bronze. Dong Xuebin's heart was already half cold, so he slantedly cleaned up the dirt and debris 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 reached out and twisted the iron box with anticipation. With a creak and a click, he pulled off the rusty lid. Then I took a look inside the box under the faint moonlight. I walked away. Dong Xuebin slapped my 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 shabby books be sold for? piece? Two pieces? Is this the price at the scrap collection place? Okay, back wasted, an entire afternoon wasted Dong Xuebin shook his head dumbfounded, hugged the iron box and walked under the street lamp. After putting so much thought into it, why don't you take a look at what's written on it?
The light from the street lamp hit the box.
Dong Xuebin, who had lost all hope, didn't take it seriously at all. He casually picked out a book and took a look at it. The Power of Time and Wealth 87
It doesn't matter. Dong Xuebin was stunned for several seconds.
Wait, wait, wait
What is written on it is..."Du Shi Guan Jian"? That "Du Shi Guan Jian" by Song Dynasty Edition?
Dong Xuebin's head felt hot, and he excitedly opened the following booklets, "Jie Zi Yuan Hua Zhuan" by Qing Jiaqing Edition? "San Li Tu" by Qing Kangxi Edition? "Jian Nan Shi Chao" by Lu You? Li Chongshi font book? "Tian Xiang Lou Tie"? Finally, there is actually this Tang Scripture..."Dunhuang Scripture Scroll"?
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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, I knew the true value of these books, pictures, albums, and scrolls, so I didn't know what to say for a while. It was so unexpected, an unexpected surprise. Don't think about it anymore, Dong Xuebin hurriedly took out the ancient books from the box and carefully put them into his bag one by one. He looked at his watch and 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 grabbed a taxi and went straight to Panjiayuan.
The flea market had closed long ago, and he went to an antique shop near Panjiayuan Bridge East Horse Lubei.
Last summer, Dong Xuebin helped the boss sell rare ancient books here.
After the car stopped and got off the rental Dong Xuebin, he saw that all the lights outside Xuan Yu Zhai were out, but there was only a weak light shining in the innermost part. He sighed, walked a few steps and knocked on the antique wooden door, "Boss Jia, Boss Jia, close the door later, I'm Little Dong."
Squeak, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a small curl Xiao Hu, "Little 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 don't plan 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 mysterious thing?"
Dong Xuebin was relatively familiar with him before, so he was not polite. He found a faux official hat chair and sat down. He wiped the remaining water stains from the tea cup on the table. Dong Xuebin took his bag to the Eight Immortals table and took out the dozen or so rare ancient books wrapped in plastic bags. "I came to you today to sell something. Well, I have been a little tight lately, so I rummaged through the storage at home. See how much I can get."
Boss Jia touched his beard and said, "Ancient books?"
"Yeah." Dong Xuebin took out a few volumes and put them on the table.
"Haha, you've 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. He casually took the book in his hand and turned it over. "... Hey, "San Li Tu"? 4 volumes of Qing Kangxi Edition? 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 asked the price directly.
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." The Power of Time and Wealth 87
"That's it. Is there anything else? Let me take a look again?"
Dong Xuebin simply took it all out and said, "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?"
Dong Xuebin Of course you won't believe everything he says. Who doesn't do business to make money? But the reason why he came here was because he knew the boss, and 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 turn over 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. Why has it been corroded? This is not worth much money, eight hundred? One thousand ? Just like this... Oh, this is the Song Dynasty's "Reading History"? It's a good thing. Although it is only one page, the number of Song Dynasty printings is too small. I can give you six thousand yuan... "The Mustard Seed Garden Painting Biography"? I can also give you five thousand..."
Dong Xuebin was calculating silently in his mind.
Finally, Boss Jia moved his eyes to a painting scroll, opened it and took a breath of cold air reflexively, "Tang Scripture..." Dunhuang Scripture Scroll"?" He glanced at Dong Xuebin in surprise, "You have preserved this thing quite well. It's not easy. Where did you get it from? Is it a family inheritance?"
Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly, "I don't know the details."
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Boss Jia didn't ask anymore and sighed, "This Tang Scripture... I'll give you 80,000."
Dong Xuebin also had some knowledge and knew that "Dunhuang Scripture Scroll" 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. I won't bargain, but Tang Scripture you have to give me a little more."
After thinking about it, Boss Jia said, "Tang Scripture Ninety thousand, no higher."
"... Okay, that's it"
"Cash?"
"Okay."
"Okay, let me get it for you."
In the final reckoning, these dozen rare ancient books actually sold for more than 110,000 yuan.
Including the one hundred thousand and several thousand yuan in Dong Xuebin's bank card, his total assets have now reached twenty Two of Wan yuan.
An astonishing number that Dong Xuebin never dared to think of before
Profit again
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