Zhou Fan led Feng Wei to the place where the garbage was piled up in the yard, and Zhao Lei and the young designer also followed.

"Feng Gong, are you here to palm your eyes?" Zhou Fan said with a flattering smile on his face.

After Feng Wei stepped forward to look at it, he turned to Zhou Fan and said, "These two Taishi chairs with missing legs are also made of golden silk nanmu, and so is this desk with two missing legs!"

Feng Wei looked at Zhou Fan with a smile of incomprehension and said, "Mr. Zhou is really good, carving his name on the desk made of golden silk nanmu. ”

Zhou Fan looked at his childhood masterpiece, "Hey, hey, isn't this blind, I want to know that this is a baby, and I will never do such a thing!" Zhou Fan said with a red face.

Zhou Fan's face was not tight because he was embarrassed, but because he was distressed and tightened, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood!

These two Taishi chairs and desks were used by my mother when I was a child, and my father saw that these pieces of furniture were too old, so he sawed his legs for my mother's cooking!

Moreover, my father was also a carpenter, and a carpenter sawed such precious wood as firewood......

Zhou Fan now seriously doubts his father's boastful carpentry skills!

Maybe my dad didn't know that this was Nanmu!! otherwise how could my father do such a stupid thing!

Of course, it is naturally impossible for Feng Wei to know about this. can only Zhou Fan carry this black pot on his back.

"Feng Gong, how much do you think these golden silk nanmu are worth?" Zhou Fan looked at Feng Wei and asked eagerly.

"Mr. Zhou, your Taishi chair and desk with broken legs are not worth much, and they can only be sold according to the price of materials, and the current market is about 500,000 per ton. Feng Wei replied with a smile unhurriedly.

After seeing Zhou Fan's disappointed expression, Feng Wei smiled and continued: "The valuable thing is the bed in the 2 main rooms, among which the bed in the back room is the most valuable, and the bed is the most well-preserved, if someone buys it, that bed can be sold for 12 million to 15 million!"

"What kind of bed is so expensive?" Zhao Lei, who was following behind, asked in surprise.

"You don't know about indoor furniture, of course, you don't know much, the bed in the main room of Mr. Zhou's rear room is called "Pull Step Bed" also known as "Hundred Step Bed", and it is a high-end product in the Step Bed, "Corridor Type Step Bed"! This is a kind of boudoir bed unique to the south in the Ming and Qing dynasties!"

Feng Wei looked at the three people around him and continued to explain with a look of listening to the teacher's lecture: "This kind of bed is a dowry made by a big family when they married their daughters in the past! This kind of bed is a mortise and tenon structure that can be detached, and I guess that this corridor stepping bed may be the dowry bed of Mr. Zhou's great-grandmother, or the dowry prepared by Mr. Zhou's great-grandfather for his daughter. ”

Zhou Fan: ............

"I haven't heard the old man in the family talk about this, is Feng Gong really so valuable, do you have a channel to help me sell this bed?" Zhou Fan looked at Feng Wei and asked eagerly.

"Are you sure Mr. Zhou wants to sell it?" Feng Wei asked.

"If I don't sell it, I won't have the money to renovate the old house, so I can only sell it, or can your company find a way? Zhou Fan spread his hands and said.

Feng Wei lowered his head and pondered for a while, looked at Zhou Fan and said, "Mr. Zhou, I know a few bosses who are looking for me to decorate, and a few of them like antique furniture very much, I will call them to help you ask." ”

Zhou Fan said happily: "That's great, wait for your good news!"

After solving the problem of money, other problems are not a problem, Zhou Fan continued to discuss some decoration details of the old house with the people of the exquisite decoration company.

……

"Mr. Zhou, you don't have to send it, about the bed, I'll call the boss I know when I go back!" Feng Wei said with a smile holding Zhou Fan's hand.

"Okay, then please Feng Gong!" Zhou Fan replied with a smile.

"This is also my business, you have the funds, you can place this order, so that I have the design fee, and the design of such an old house, but not the opportunity to have it, hahaha. Feng Wei replied with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, after Feng Gong's design drawings are issued, I have to trouble Brother Zhou to come to the company!" Zhao Lei said smoothly when shaking hands with Zhou Fan and saying goodbye.

"Then I know! Then I won't send it, you drive slower......"

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After sending off the people from the exquisite decoration company, Zhou Fan came to the main room of the rear room, staring at the black verandah and the big black bed!

Zhou Fan really couldn't figure out how this big bed and a verandah could be worth so much money!

In the past, Zhou Fan thought that the corridor where the big bed was placed was a small wooden room, but he didn't expect to listen to Feng Wei's explanation, this small room and the big bed are one!

Zhou Fan stared at this "corridor stepping bed" for a long time, and finally said to himself: "Ancestor, you are really extravagant, you really know how to enjoy ......"

Zhou Fan, who returned to the middle hall, after a brief wash, sat on the "pillar stepping bed" worth millions, patted the side of the bed, and said to himself: "Why didn't I know before, sleeping on millions every day!"

Lying on the bed, he used to roll on the bed casually, but now he turns over carefully, but now lying on the bed, there is something called vanity in his heart that is expanding, although he is sleeping awkwardly now, he doesn't want to go down......

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The next day, Zhou Fan, who had a sore back and neck, got up from the bed, with serious black bags under his eyes on his face, and got up to look at the bed in a daze.

"It wasn't like this before...... Zhou Fan wondered.

"But I can't forget that this bed is worth millions!"

"I don't dare to move, I'm c!"

“…………”

Zhou Fan looked depressedly at the big king and the little king scratching his ankles, looking at himself with a blank eye, they were hungry. Zhou Fan washed up briefly and began to prepare breakfast.

Zhou Fan was eating breakfast in the main hall, a bowl of white porridge made from the leftover rice from last night, 4 eggs, a salted duck egg, and a plate of pickled radishes sent by the wife of the village party secretary some time ago.

Zhou Fan didn't like to eat egg yolks, so he crushed the egg yolks and mixed them into white porridge and gave them breakfast to the king and the little king, and the two little ones liked it very much.

Zhou Fan was eating breakfast, thinking about what to do tonight.

Sleeping on the million-dollar "Pillar Pulling Bed", Zhou Fan felt very satisfied, but physiologically it was too painful, he had to think of a way!

After breakfast, Zhou Fan was going to ride a motorcycle to Liu Xiaowu's house to sit and see his uncle and aunt.

Before he could start the motorcycle, his mobile phone rang, and Zhou Fan looked down at the caller ID, Feng Wei called.

Zhou Fan picked up the phone a little expectantly: "Mr. Zhou, I'm Feng Wei, I'm going to you with the gentleman who bought your furniture, are you at home?"

Listening to the good news on the phone, Zhou Fan said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "At home, when will you arrive?"

"...... before noon"

……

"Okay, let's meet!"

Yes, I can't get out today, just wait at home!" Zhou Fan said and pushed the motorcycle pushed out into the gatehouse again.

Zhou Fan was full of anticipation in his heart, his second sale, but he hoped that the buyer who bought the Babu bed this time would not be an old fox spirit like Zhang Zheng'an, who bought gold bars last time......

ps: Today is my birthday on the street, and the old men who like this book, recommend tickets, collect, and invest in it~~~