Why did you choose to major in archaeology in college, do you think you are a professor of archaeology?

When will you be able to buy a house or a car?

Is it useful to work three jobs, six thousand a month, to a bad old man who is going to die of illness? His children don't care what you do

These are the two sentences that Wang Chan's girlfriend Luo Xiaolan questioned him before graduation.

The words were inserted into Wang Chan's heart like a knife, and the heart-wrenching grievances completely erupted at this moment, which was a heart-rending pain.

Youth hurried around the gaps in the fingertips like flowing water, the thoughts of parting quietly crawled all over the lush branches, the sorrow of the years quietly turned into a hazy drizzle in this summer twilight, and the fragments of memories were sprinkled all over the ground, and finally the dust returned to dust, the soil returned to the earth, and they parted.

On the college campus in summer, the gardenia blooms, and it is always a time of faint sadness.

Graduates of the Department of Archaeology basically do not have any corresponding majors, and if you want to find a job with a higher salary, it depends on what major you are studying. Those in the Department of Political Science and Law can go to the police station, the court, and even the most unpopular Marxist-Leninist majors can go to the civil service to mix with a Qingshui Yamen, and the Qingshui Yamen is also a Yamen.

But for archaeology majors, no one wants to go to a company company, to take the civil service exam, and the position of the museum is not enough, who will recruit college students.

Wang Chan is a junior student in the Department of Archaeology of Nanhu University, and after talking about his girlfriend for more than a year, he finally chose to break up with him, and resolutely threw himself into the arms of a son-in-law.

This news is almost worse for Wang Chan, who is almost exhausted.

It can be said that now he has 500 yuan left, or half a month's living expenses, if he still can't find a suitable part-time job after this month, then he is embarrassed to ask his family for money.

Are you embarrassed to gnaw old when you want to graduate from college?

Wang Chan smiled and told his mother on the phone that everything was fine in East Lake, because he had found a good part-time job, he would not go back during the summer vacation, and the professor also valued him, saying that he wanted him to take the postgraduate examination or something.

In short, you can't worry your family, no.

Turning off the mobile phone and seeing that it was a missed call from a school girl, Wang Chan's face flashed a trace of helplessness, pinched the five hundred yuan in his pocket, and finally was not willing to be encouraged by the morning school sister to travel, so he did not return the call, gritted his teeth and walked into the Wenchang Temple antique market in front.

Coming here to relax is a trip for Wang Chan.

Or, Wang Chan also has the psychology of picking up leaks by luck, and it is good to be able to pick up a small leak.

This is the largest and most prosperous antique market in Nanhu City, with a long history, and it has already taken shape during the Qing Dynasty.

It is said that it is almost the same as the glaze factory in the capital, next to the Wenchang Temple used to be the tribute courtyard of the East Lake, and the examination was held here, and after a long time, it became a place where the four treasures of the study room and the antique calligraphy and painting were bought and sold.

Later, it became the Wenchang Temple antique market

Some time ago, Lao Wang, a stall owner in the antique market, said that there were things in the pit at hand, and it was impossible to see the light, and the pit was an antique obtained by robbing a tomb, and once it was investigated, it would be quite troublesome.

Wang Chan is an antique lover, of course, at most he is a beginner enthusiast, and the things he buys are mostly rare books, calligraphy, painting, codexes and other bargains, generally a thing is twenty or thirty yuan.

Once, Wang Chan encountered some real mailing envelopes of special years at a bookstall for only eight cents, stamps, envelopes, and stationery.

According to Wang Chan's vision, it should be something that others bring when they sell scrap.

This stack of envelopes changed hands to Wang Chan and earned more than 1,000 yuan, which is Wang Chan's largest income in the antique market.

Speaking of which, Wang Chan is also a familiar face in the antique market, so after coming, some stall owners on the stall greeted Wang Chan one after another, and Wang Chan also responded one by one, but after a glance, he definitely did not stay.

After a long time, Wang Chan has more or less figured out that on these stalls, antiques dare not say that ten out of ten are fakes, but two of the ten can be real, which is already the conscience of the industry.

There is one thing that is true and abounds, this one is real, either it is a bronze mirror of very low value, three or five pieces of a bronze mirror or something, or it is a very high price, and the things that are born in the pit are stolen from the ancient tomb.

Naturally, the price is also very expensive, generally starting at two or three thousand, one or two thousand, and it is not uncommon in these stalls.

Of course, these real things are generally shown to old customers, and only old customers ask, these real things stall owners will never put them out casually.

Zhang Laosan glanced at Wang Chan, touched his goatee, narrowed his small eyes, and revealed a shrewd gaze, and then said calmly: "Xiao Wang, have you graduated, do you have any plans, or you can patronize my voice first, I have a few things here, and I will give it to you if I like it." There is one thing that has been missed, and I dare not say more. Three and a half million is not a problem? When the time comes, you don't have to worry about the car and the house. ”

Antique dealers, generally selling to you, will not say that they will sell to you, but will say that they will give you evenly, and this is the same to pay.

Wang Chan glanced at Zhang Laosan and said, "Uncle Zhang, do you think I'm a rookie?" Three or two sentences were fooled by you. Three and a half million, can you have three or five thousand things in your mess? ”

Because it's too familiar, Wang Chan didn't politely return the salute at all, think about money, go crazy, you, I don't know where to find money, are you embarrassed to make my money?

Zhang Laosan seemed to be a little unhappy: "You kid, my old man pointed you out two tricks, not only did you not appreciate it, but you said cool things, I also let you see good things, do you see it." ”

Saying that, Zhang Laosan sneakily observed that no one else around him paid attention to him, and during this time period, many stall owners gathered together to play cards.

At this time, Zhang Laosan carefully took out a white innate gossip and said: "Look, the things of the Shang Dynasty, I finally got them from Lao Qin, it is said that this thing is a treasure from the last three generations." ”

White innate gossip, this is rare.

After Wang Chan saw it, he felt familiar, as if this thing had a fate with him in the dark, and the ghost sent the god to take it and hold it in his hand, it was cold, as if he was holding an ice cube.

Look at the texture of this innate gossip, the natural texture is mysterious and abnormal, and you can't see any fame at all, and the entire innate gossip is as hard to figure out as an abstract painting.

Zhang Laosan smiled and said: "You kid is stupid, this is a good thing, you haven't seen it before, don't talk about you, I've been in this industry for 30 years, and this kind of thing is the first time I've seen it?" Two thousand yuan, the thing belongs to you, otherwise, if you change someone, you won't be able to take it away without five thousand. ”

At this time, Zhang Laosan looked like our acquaintance was easy to talk to, but that cunning gaze had betrayed him, and it was obvious that he was anxious to get rid of this white innate gossip.

Wang Chan has no intention of buying any antiques at all, even if it is a gadget, Wang Chan has no intention of buying it, no matter how small it is, it is three or five yuan and has not run away, this is his own breakfast.

However, holding the innate gossip diagram in his hand, Wang Chan subconsciously said: "Three hundred, if it is three hundred, I will buy it." Otherwise, you just wait for someone to patronize your business. This thing, I look like it was carved from marble, or three generations, if Lao Qin said this in front of me, I dare to spit out on his face Believe it or not. ”

Let Wang Chan say that, Zhang Laosan was also a little embarrassed, to be honest, this thing does look like it is made of marble. It was a thing that Zhang Laosan spared in Lao Qin when he was fleeing the goods. Rao is to add a head, something to give away for nothing.

The appearance of this thing is really bad, it is said that it is the last three generations, and no one will believe that it is the last three generations.

Therefore, Zhang Laoshan did not flicker out for a week.

Finally, a fool who was willing to be fooled finally came, Zhang Laosan decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue today, and he must fool this thing out.

But he said with a sad look on his face: "Three hundred, Xiao Wang, you are too ruthless, in this way, seeing that you are a student, you can take one thousand, one thousand, otherwise there is no need to talk about it." ”

Wang Chan made a trick, took out 500 yuan and said, "I'm a poor student, are you embarrassed to set this price?" I have the five hundred dollars left on me, and I can't give it all to you, or I'll drink the northwest wind." Three hundred and five, I left one hundred and five for living expenses, and if it was successful, if it didn't work, I would turn around and leave. ”

Zhang Laosan and Wang Chan have not known each other for a day or two, knowing that Wang Chan's family is not rich, it seems that he can't squeeze out any oil and water, so he took the money very painfully and said: "Deal, I see that everyone has a good relationship on weekdays, otherwise this price will definitely not be successful, and you will have to patronize my business more in the future." ”

Just out of the Wenchang Temple antique market, lightning and thunder, the rainstorm poured down in an instant, Wang Chan is regretting waiting for the bus, there are one hundred and fifteen days left, there are fifteen days left, if you can't find a job in these fifteen days, there is only one way home next month.

Wang Chan is unwilling to go back like this.

In the midst of this rainstorm, an old man walked with a little girl with an umbrella, and the old man was carrying a huge package behind his back, which was obviously very heavy.

Every time he walked, the old man had to stop and rest, and it was not easy to walk to the bus stop to take shelter from the rain.

At this moment, a sedan sped by, seeing that a car accident was inevitable, Wang Yang didn't say a word, and rushed over directly, pushing the old man and the little girl aside.

But the 100-yard car, the inertia knocked Wang Chan away all of a sudden.

In an instant, Wang Chan felt that he was flying in mid-air, a golden light flashed in front of him, and then it was dark, unconscious.

When Wang Chan woke up again, he was lying alone in the hospital, his mind was a little groggy, and it seemed that the hazy eyes had become colorful, and the fluorescent lamp above his head had become colorful, and the world seemed to have become very different.

Wang Chan shook his head, he wouldn't break his brain, right?

When he opened his eyes again and looked at them, it seemed, for sure, that there was nothing wrong in the ward, and the whole world was back to normal.

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