068 Miss Miki at work
"What is he going to do? Go pick up the cheap, half a year ago the palace in Beiping caught fire, burned more than 100 houses, on the surface is said so, in private it is rumored that it is to transport things out first, and then set the fire, I don't know if it's true or not, anyway, many people took the opportunity to buy good things. β
"I've heard of it too, but it's been half a year, isn't it too late now?" Apricot interjected.
On Tuesday, the young master wiped his mouth when he was full, and seemed to be smiling:
"Sister Apricot is really reading and reading and doesn't listen to what's going on outside the window, the emperor in Beijing was kicked out of the palace a few days ago."
Zhang Meixi nodded:
"So that's the case, so Mr. Gao wants to go to Beijing to buy antiques?"
She knew that the emperor was kicked out of the palace, and then moved to the concession in Tianjin, and more than ten years later went to the northeast to become the emperor. The courts in Beijing also tried a hilarious case in which the royal family was sued for stealing and selling a national treasure. The emperor is guilty of selling the national treasure! Now it is the Republic of China, and the country belongs to the people of the world, not to his emperor alone.
A large number of antique cultural relics flowed into the people and were sold abroad.
Zhang Meixi was rich and tempted, but she didn't make a move. There are so many good things, she just has three heads and six arms, how many can she carry?
came to the Republic of China a hundred years ago, and everything was a treasure in her eyes. The Suzhou bullet review that she has been obsessed with these days is a treasure, and the unknown sweet jujube in Shandong that is used as a snack and eaten is a treasure, and in the large living room not far away, the large peach blossoms that bloom in red and red are also authentic works of famous artists, and they are also worth thousands of gold after a hundred years.
The most precious thing is that these celebrities who write and paint are still healthy and alive, and they can be asked to do a one-foot painting for a dollar, and they are not bullied.
After a few people finished eating, they moved to the hall to drink hot tea, and by the way, they enjoyed the wind and rain in the courtyard. The more anxious the cold rain in late autumn beats the glass, the warmer and more leisurely the hall is set off.
Zhang Meixi silently watched for a while at the peach and apricot leaves in the courtyard being blown by the wind and rain, and silently stared at the flame peach blossoms on the wall of the hall, and suddenly said quietly:
"Mr. Gao doesn't seem to have any money!"
"Why don't you have any money? You give him a hundred dollars a month, and he doesn't like to eat, drink, and wear, so he can accumulate ninety-nine dollars. "On Tuesday, the young master drank tea leisurely, he is very good at dressing, and now he is wearing a suit made of American woolen material, the cut is very fit, and it will be invalid next year, because his body has not fully grown.
In fact, 100 yuan is a fair price, the cultural people of the Republic of China are popular, the professors in the university, the salary is several hundred yuan, and Mr. Gao is also a principal.
Zhang Meixi calculated in her heart:
"What can he buy with the little salary he saves? Aren't fools, the antiques that flow out of the palace are very expensive, right? Mr. Gao doesn't look like a loyal person to the quintessence of the country, the year before last, he wanted to abolish Chinese characters and replace them with letters, does he want to resell them to make money? β
"It's not to make money, he suddenly became crazy again, he really wants to protect ancient culture. If it's really for money, I don't have to bother to find a bodyguard for him. Write a check directly for more convenience. β
Zhang Meixi clapped her hands:
"When he leaves, I'd like to have a chat with him first."
Mr. Gao wanted to go to Beiping, he was very anxious, and he couldn't wait to grow his wings and fly over immediately, and on Tuesday, the young master could only delay for a day or two under the pretext of arranging bodyguards.
Therefore, Zhang Meixi's meeting was directly arranged in the evening, and they went to Dadong Restaurant to eat hot pot together.
When it is cold and rainy in late autumn, it is excellent to eat some hot pot mutton and make up for a little autumn fat, and the mutton hot pot of Dadong Restaurant is the most famous and close.
Xingzi took a pair of high-waisted sheepskin boots to make rain boots for her to wear, Zhang Meixi was afraid that the sheepskin would be tender and bumped, so she was only willing to wear a pair of ordinary rubber medium-tube rain boots.
Apricot laughed and complained:
"The eldest lady can't look down on gold and silver, but she has to cherish these little things."
Zhang Meixi also laughed, her life in her previous life could only be regarded as petty bourgeoisie, so she cherished a few brand things in her hands. The brand's sheepskin shoes were touched off a little skin, and it was a pity to throw them away, and they were ugly to wear, and they always had to feel distressed for a few days. So some experience, unwilling to wear it in wind and rain.
If you are not willing to give up a pair of sheepskin shoes, how can you be willing to be picturesque and fragmented? There are too many national treasures, and I am destined to spend every day in myocardial infarction in this life.
In fact, I couldn't walk a few steps, I took a Ford car, and it took ten minutes to arrive, and the guys from Dadong Restaurant greeted him, and the young master had already booked a box on Tuesday.
Everyone sat in the restaurant box and continued to eat hot tea and enjoy the autumn rain.
Mr. Gao lives nearby, and the young master drove to pick up people on Wednesday, and it took more than 20 minutes to arrive.
On Wednesday, the young master took Mr. Gao into the box of Dadong Restaurant, and everyone was very familiar with it, exchanged a few words of greeting, ate tea and talked. Zhang Meixi snorted and laughed.
In her impression, Mr. Gao has always worn a blue cloth gown, very elegant as an old literati, and a little more open-minded and swaying with the characteristics of the Republic of China, and is a handsome old man in his forties.
But now Mr. Gao is wearing a short shirt and trousers tied with trouser legs, a white towel around his neck, and extremely familiar makeup, and the rickshaw driver running on the road in Shanghai is all like this.
Mr. Gao saw that Meixi's classmates were rare in his makeup, got proud, left his seat, straightened his arms, slowly turned in a circle, and performed for everyone to see:
"It's not as good as the tiger's den, you can get the tiger, Gao is not talented, I am willing to enter the hometown alone, with a little blood and courage, and grab some national treasures back."
Young Master Tuesday laughs:
"It's so righteous and awe-inspiring, it's only four or two strengths, you don't rely on buying, wearing this coachman's look, people know at a glance that you have no money, and you are willing to give you good things?"
Mr. Gao was stunned, thinking about Tuesday's words and really making some sense, and couldn't help but sit down in the chair decadently:
"The Chinese civilization has a long history, with a history of 5,000 years, shining in the world, ancient cultural books are like a sea of smoke, cultural relics and treasures are ingenious, and the music is gorgeous. Now that nothing can be saved, Gao is incompetent, incompetent! β
Looking at Mr. Gao's appearance, he is much more miserable than Zhang Meixi. At present, there are two presidents in the north and the south, and the governors of various places are independent, and in the eyes of the people, they think that the country has been torn apart.
The emperor left the palace like a water dog, and those literati who thought they were upright all wanted to do their part to preserve some ancient books, so the capital of Beiping there, there was even a decree prohibiting the outflow of cultural relics.
Mr. Gao was dressed as a coachman, and he was planning to break into the enemy camp alone, which was really righteous and awe-inspiring.
Such a literati, although naΓ―ve and crazy, is not good at being ruthless, Zhang Meixi had no choice but to comfort him with a gentle face:
"Mr. Gao is going, we won't stop you, on Tuesday the young master will find you a few white Russian bodyguards, I will write you a check again, you will go over and buy things, Beiping is actually not so terrible, three days by water, four days by train, all of them are smooth, but your clothes, you must change them, it will be winter soon, and Mink Qiu will always wear one."
Mr. Gao immediately waved his hand:
"White Russian bodyguards? Such a view? What should they do if they treat me as Mr. Shandong again? β