While speaking, under the guidance of Peng Cheng, Wang Guan walked to the front of the warehouse. He looked closely, and found that the locks on the door of the warehouse were covered with a layer of cobwebs, and sure enough, they hadn't been opened for a long time.

Brushing aside the cobwebs, Peng Cheng glanced at it, then frowned and said, "Oops, the lock is rusty, what should I do." ”

"Uh......" Wang Guan was stunned, it seems that the warehouse has not been moved for more than ten years, and the locks can be corroded and rusted.

At this time, Peng Cheng tried it again with the key, and found that the chain head couldn't be poked in.

"Forget it, just smash it open." Peng Cheng was impatient, turned around and found a remnant brick next to him, lifted it high, and hammered it hard. With a thud, the lock and the padlock flew to the side.

"Click......"

The warehouse door opened, and a rotten and dull breath rushed out, choking Peng Cheng in the face and making him cough. After waiting for a few more minutes, until the stuffiness in the warehouse was almost gone, the two of them slowly walked in.

The window of the warehouse had been blocked, it was very dark inside, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground. At the same time, the eyes have not been able to adapt to such an environment, and they only feel that the surroundings are gloomy, a little scary.

So after taking two steps, Wang Guan simply stopped, and after a while, when his eyes were accustomed to the dark environment, he could barely see the situation in the warehouse clearly by the light shining in from the door.

"Ah......h

At this moment, Peng Cheng suddenly screamed in horror.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Guan was a little inexplicable, his eyes wandered, and he suddenly saw a miserable white face in front of him, which immediately made him feel horrified, and he felt as if there was a cold air climbing up the tail vertebrae, causing his scalp to be numb. The heart is beating at a standstill.

Finally. Wang Guancai resisted the urge to turn around and run away, and stared intently, only to realize that the pale face was a black-and-white half-length photograph encased in a glass frame. It's just that there is a lot of dust on the frame. Half of the body is hidden, and only one face is exposed, which causes this visual impact.

See this. Wang Guan calmed down and reminded: "Cough, Peng Cheng, that's a photo." ”

"I know." Peng Cheng's voice was a little vain, and he said: "That's my grandfather's posthumous photo, at first glance, I thought it was his old man's apparition." ”

What a manifestation, I guess I thought I had seen a ghost.

Wang Guan smiled secretly in his heart, and he didn't bother to expose Peng Cheng. Continuing to look at the warehouse, I immediately noticed that the contents of the warehouse were very messy. Needless to say, there are some daily necessities such as pots and pans.

These things are characterized by being big, bulky, and rugged. One cauldron can cook dozens of people's meals. It's no wonder Peng Cheng's father didn't take it away. After all, there are now a maximum of three or five people in a household, and there is no need for such a big thing.

"Wang Guan. Everything is here, you see which one is antique. Peng Cheng had some expectations.

"It's too messy, I can't see anything." Wang Guan rolled up his sleeves and said, "Count it first, move the things outside and sort them out, and then slowly identify them." ”

"Good ......" Peng Cheng didn't say a word, and immediately started.

Wang Guan picked up a wooden stool casually, and after looking at it for a while, he shook his head and said: "The furniture is ordinary wood, and it is a little ant-eaten, not an antique, just move it farther away." ”

In addition, there are those big iron pots, large iron pots and the like, which are generally modern products, so you don't have to waste time looking at them. In addition, it is that kind of sundries, such as broken quilts, rotten clothes, etc., even Peng Cheng knows that it cannot be antiquities, just move it away, and there is no need to identify it at all.

After a lot of work, it took more than half an hour to empty all the warehouses.

"Hoo ......"

At this time, Peng Cheng took a breath a little, but he didn't rest at all, and wandered among the piles of miscellaneous items, looking for the antiques he expected. It's a pity that he doesn't have this concept, so he picks it up and puts it down, and after putting it down, he feels like it and picks it up again.

That's it, Peng Cheng picked and chosen, and finally took an old teapot and a few cups and put them in front of Wang Guan, and humbly asked: "You see if these are antiques." ”

The teapot is melon-prismatic, dwarf and somewhat pumpkin-like, with a short pot flow. The dust on the body of the pot has been wiped clean by Peng Cheng, but it is still a little brown, as if it is tea dirt.

Judging from this situation, this teapot must have been used for a long time, but due to the relatively simple shape of the pot, and in the process of use, the lid was bumped and cracked, and it looked bad. It is estimated that this is the reason why it was abandoned in the warehouse.

"It's not an antique."

After watching it for a moment, the king shook his head and said, "Although there are twenty or thirty years, from the perspective of materials and craftsmanship, it is a modern thing. If it's very delicate, it may be worth a little money, but unfortunately it is very crude, just an ordinary teapot. ”

"Alas......"

Peng Cheng was a little disappointed, pointed to the cup and asked, "These are the same?" ”

"It's the same as the teapot, and it's certainly the same." Wang Guan smiled and comforted: "Keep it, when your grandson is as old as you, it is estimated that it will become an antique." ”

"Cut, that's at least fifty years from now." Peng Cheng was not discouraged, put the teapot and cups away, and continued to bring some dishes and plates.

Wang Guan looked at them one by one, shook his head from time to time, and finally said simply: "Peng Cheng, these are ordinary daily necessities, not worth much." And don't take it for granted that antiques must be porcelain, and other things, which are also very valuable. ”

"What else?" Peng Cheng hurriedly asked.

"Calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, tooth horn wood carving, bronze Buddha statues, etc., many, many more." Wang Guan explained, and didn't wait for Peng Cheng to take things for himself to identify, and directly and slowly ruled them out.

"These tables, chairs, and benches are definitely not anymore."

"Pots and pans...... Hey, there's a big steamer, it's really complete. However, they are all modern things, and they have no collection value, so they can only be sold as broken copper and iron. ”

"These quilts and clothes are crispy, and it is estimated that no one wants them to send them to poor mountainous areas, so just throw them away."

Under Wang Guan's exclusion, it was confirmed that most of the things on the ground had no value, which made Peng Cheng feel very frustrated.

Soon at the end, there were only two large wooden boxes left unseen. The two large boxes are also locked, wooden construction, and the corners of the landing are somewhat broken, with traces of rat gnawing.

"Wang Guan, it seems that today is a trouble for you to run in vain." Peng Cheng said in frustration.

Wang Guan hurriedly comforted: "Not necessarily, isn't there still two big boxes, maybe there are some surprises waiting for you." ”

"No surprises, I know what the contents of the box are." Peng Cheng sighed: "When I first moved, I locked these things. ”

"What's in that box? Your toys? Wang Guan said curiously.

"Almost."

Peng Cheng smiled bitterly: "The comic books I read when I was a child have some miscellaneous things. ”

"Then I'm going to have to see more."

Wang Guan said with interest: "It is really worthy of being the descendant of the landlord's family, and the villain book can actually fill two large boxes." You know, when I was a child, I didn't have this kind of condition at all, and it wasn't until the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school that I didn't know that there was such a thing as a comic book. ”

"Nothing to look at." Peng Cheng said casually: "Besides, I didn't buy those comic books, they seem to be my father's things." And it's not a story like a gourd baby or a black cat sheriff, but a kind of war villain book for a few cents or a few cents. ”

"Really?" Wang Guan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it the villain book of tunnel warfare and guerrillas?" ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

Peng Cheng was a little puzzled, and also a little nostalgic: "At that time, where did I know what comics were, but I thought that those villain books that fought were very interesting and interesting to read." ”

"Open the box and see how well those comic strips are kept." Wang Guan hurriedly urged: "If it is intact and has some years, maybe it can be sold for some money?" ”

"Someone wants this kind of thing, too?" Peng Cheng was very surprised.

"Nonsense." Wang Guan smiled: "I don't know what nostalgia is." When we get old, we probably miss the cartoons of the gourd baby and the black cat sheriff. ”

"Oh!"

Peng Cheng was a little stunned, and at the same time shook his head and said: "Even if someone buys this kind of villain book, the price is definitely not high, I don't know how much it is a catty?" ”

"What is a pound, people are counting money." Wang Guan said seriously: "I remember that there was a comic book published in Hong Kong called 'Revolutionary Storm Shook the World', which was sold for 100,000 yuan at an auction. ”

"One hundred thousand?" Peng Cheng was taken aback.

"What are you lying to?" Wang Guan said with a smile: "Comic books from the seventies and eighties, if they are well preserved and in good condition, can be sold for at least a few hundred yuan." In addition, if it is a painting version, especially a hand-painted work by a famous artist, the value of a single copy is more than 10,000 yuan. Others also depend on the rarity, ranging from hundreds to thousands of dollars! ”

"Not really."

Peng Cheng was dumbfounded, and then immediately picked up the guy and pried open the locks of the two large boxes.

"For the record, quality is the life of a comic strip. In addition to looking at the variety, version, and subject matter, comic strips also need to look at the state of preservation. If there are creases, missing pages, or stains, it will affect the price of the comic book. Wang Guan reminded him, and then looked at the box that Peng Cheng had opened. I saw stacks of books of different sizes stacked in two large boxes.

When the king looked around, he saw that on the covers of several books were written "Supreme Instructions", "Advance with Victory", "The Great Leader", and other familiar and unfamiliar titles.

"Hey, these are ......" Wang Guan was a little surprised.

"A book of praise." Peng Cheng didn't care and said: "Most of the boxes are there, no one wants to look at them, so I'll put them here." If it weren't for my grandfather's insistence on keeping it, I'm afraid it would have been thrown away by my father. ”

"So, you should thank your grandfather." Wang Guan was a little pleased and said: "These are red treasure books, and like comic books, they belong to the category of collectibles. ”

"What, someone else wants this kind of thing?" Peng Cheng was surprised.