"Hey, Xiaobin, why haven't you come home yet?"

"Oh, Aunt Xuan, I'll go back later today, there's something going on here."

"Oh, then my aunt won't wait for you to eat, don't come back too late, pay attention to safety."

"Okay, don't worry."

After hanging up Qu Yunxuan's phone, Dong Xuebin put away the iphone4, and after eating the last bite of vegetarian fried cakes with the restaurant, he saw that there were still pedestrians passing by from time to time in the demolished area, so he had to temporarily hold his patience and bow his head and write seriously the report that will be handed over to Director Xu tomorrow. By the time it was almost eight o'clock, the dark night sky was already overhead, and there were basically no people around.

It's time!

Dong Xuebin's eyes were certain, and he opened the curtain and came out of the small restaurant.

The dim street lamps illuminate the messy construction site, because it has not yet entered the formal construction stage, and there are no large excavator bulldozers, so there are no protective measures at the site, and there are no personnel left, except for two gray stray cats and a stray dog with ears shrugged, there is nothing else to see, dirty and messy, and no one will come here. Dong Xuebin paid attention to the broken bricks and tiles under his feet, and secretly returned to the place in the afternoon, looking down, the stone brick was still the same stone brick, lying quietly, the same as when he left.

Dig it!

Dong Xuebin rolled up his sleeves and began to rub his hands vigorously, until both hands were rubbed hot, then he squatted down and buckled the irregular cold stone brick with his fingers, tore open his arms and lifted it up. I don't know if this demolished place is in the courtyard or in the household's house, anyway, the floor tiles are not the kind of cement, but thick and heavy stones, not only dead and heavy, but also very grippy, if it weren't for the migrant workers who had pried it up a lot beforehand, Dong Xuebin was really hard to move alone.

Hard! Hard! Keep it up!

The stone bricks rose, and slowly floated up with Dong Xuebin's hand.

Ten centimeters...... Twenty centimeters...... It was flipped to the ground with a thud.

Dong Xuebin hurriedly looked around, and saw that no one noticed this movement, he blew lightly, patted the soil on his hand quietly, and looked down with excitement - it was a box, a box that was flooded by soil and corroded to the point that it was not shaped, and the soil on it was lifted to the side, revealing a rusty iron box wrapped in a hard thick plastic sheet...... But not long.

What is it?

It's not something worthless, is it? Then this back and an afternoon of waiting are all wasted!

Dong Xuebin suffered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and took out the plastic sheet and iron box. As soon as he got started, Dong Xuebin sighed in his heart, it was broken, the box was very light, so light that it weighed only two or three teacups, and then swayed slightly, there was no sound inside, obviously it couldn't be gold, silver, jewelry, or anything like that, let alone porcelain and bronze. Dong Xuebin's heart was already half cold, and he cleaned the broken soil slag on it diagonally, and then pulled out the boxy rust-colored iron box from the plastic sheet and laid it flat on the ground.

This feel, as if it is full of paper?

Dizzy, don't mind, if someone buried the diary newspaper or a child's prank, it would be funny!

Dong Xuebin tangled his hands exposed to the cold wind, and after a few breaths, he reached out and twisted the iron box with anticipation, crunch, click, ripped off the rusty mottled lid, and then took a look at the box by the faint moonlight.

There are more than a dozen small books in it, and there is nothing else!

The light was too dim, and Dong Xuebin didn't see it too clearly, but unless these papers were made of gold, how much money could a few broken books sell for? A? Two pieces? That's the price for collecting scrap, right? Gotcha, back wasted, an afternoon wasted! Dong Xuebin shook his head with a smile and a smile, and walked under the street lamp with the iron box. After spending so much thought, I have to see what is written on it?

The light from the street lamp hit the box.

Dong Xuebin, who had no hope, didn't take it seriously at all, and grabbed a copy with a big grin and took a look.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Dong Xuebin was stunned for a few seconds!

Wait a minute! Wait!

What is written on this is ...... "Reading History and Managing Opinions"? Song Keben's "Reading History Guan Jian"!?

Dong Xuebin's head was hot, and he excitedly opened the following booklets, Qing Jiaqing's engraved "Mustard Seed Garden Biography"? Qing Kangxi engraved the book? Lu You's "Jiannan Poems"? Li Chongshi's booklet? "Tianxiang Lou Post"? In the end, there is actually a Tang scripture ...... "Dunhuang Scripture"!?

No way!

What kind of worthless broken booklet is this, it's all rare books!!

Dong Xuebin once worked and studied for two months in an antique shop specializing in rare books and the four treasures of the study, of course, he knew the true value of these books, picture albums and scrolls, so he didn't know what to say for a while, it was too unexpected, an unexpected surprise! Without thinking about it anymore, Dong Xuebin hurriedly took out the ancient books from the box and carefully put them into his bag one by one, looked at the watch, and went back to put the stone brick and the box lid back into place.

The thrift market had long since closed, and he went to an antique shop on the north side of the east road of Panjiayuan Bridge.

Last summer, Dong Xuebin helped the boss sell rare books here.

The car stopped, and when he got out of the taxi, Dong Xuebin saw that the lights outside Xuanyuzhai were all off, but the innermost light was flashing weakly, he sighed, walked a few steps quickly and knocked on the antique wooden door, "Boss Jia, Boss Jia, close the door later, my Xiao Dong." ”

Squeak, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a small mustache, "Xiao Dong? Oh, why are you here? ”

Dong Xuebin smiled: "Go in and say okay?" It's inconvenient outside. ”

Boss Jia smiled, "Okay, but my business here is not good this year, and I don't plan to hire any more people." ”

"That's not it." When I entered the store sideways, I felt the smell of books.

Boss Jia turned the light back on, "If you want to be one step too late, I'll lock the door and sleep, let's say, what's the mysterious matter?" ”

Dong Xuebin was quite familiar with him before, so he was not polite, he found an imitation of the official hat chair and sat down, wiped the water traces left by the teacup on the table, Dong Xuebin took the bag to the table of the Eight Immortals, and took out the dozen or so rare books wrapped in plastic bags, "I came to you today to sell something, well, I have been a little tight recently, so I have turned over the sound of the family, you can see how much money you can drive." ”

Boss Jia touched his beard, "Ancient books? ”

"Hmm." Dong Xuebin took out a few volumes from it and put them on the table.

"Hehe, you kid hides quite deeply, you should have brought me something good a long time ago, okay, I'll take a look." Boss Jia put on his glasses and sat down next to Dong Xuebin, casually flipped through the booklet in his hand, "...... Yo drink,? 4 volumes of Qing Kangxi engraving? That's a good thing. ”

"How much is it worth?" Ancient books and rare books are different from other antiques, and there are basically few fakes due to the high production cost, so Dong Xuebin directly asked the price.

Boss Jia touched his beard, "Well, the preservation is quite complete, four thousand yuan is definitely worth it, hey, why is the book trendy?" ”

"Oh, I've been keeping it in my suitcase, and I haven't sunburned it."

"Well, is there anything else? I'll take a look at it again? ”

Dong Xuebin simply took it all out, "You calculate the price, if it's not suitable, I won't sell it, hehe." ”

Boss Jia pointed at him and smiled, "You kid, since it's something you brought, can I still give you a high price?" ”

Of course, Dong Xuebin won't believe all his words, who doesn't do business to make money? But the reason why he came here is also because he knows the boss, and the acquaintances are easy to talk to, even if he can't give the highest price, at least it won't be too bad.

Boss Jia began to flip through the books, "...... Oh,This is "Tianxiang Lou Post",But it's a little missing.,The pages are not complete.,It's not well preserved.,Look at the lower right corner.,How did it corrode it? This isn't worth much money, eight hundred? Thousand? That's it...... Yo, this is Song Keben? "Reading History"? It's a good thing, although it's only one page, but the number of Song carvings is too small, and 6,000 yuan can definitely give ...... "Mustard Seed Garden Biography"? This can also give 5,000 ......."

Dong Xuebin calculated silently in his heart.

In the end, Boss Jia moved his gaze to a painting scroll, opened it to take a look, and immediately reflexively took a breath of cool air, "Tang Jing...... "Dunhuang Scripture"? He glanced at Dong Xuebin in surprise, "Your thing is still quite well preserved, it's not easy, where did you get this from?" Family-heirloom? ”

Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly, "I don't know the specifics." ”

Seeing that he was reluctant to say, Boss Jia didn't ask again, and sighed: "This Tang Jing ...... I'll give you eighty thousand. ”

Dong Xuebin also had a little insight, and knew that the "Dunhuang Scriptures" should be a little higher, so he said: "100,000." ”

Boss Jia shook his head again and again, "I can't give 100,000 yuan, what you said is the price of the auction." ”

Dong Xuebin bargained: "The 80,000 yuan is too low, otherwise, the other ancient books will go according to the price you just said, and I won't bargain, but Tang Jing you have to give me a little more." ”

After thinking about it, Boss Jia said: "Tang Jing is 90,000, no matter how high it is, it will definitely not work." ”

“…… Okay, that's it! ”

"Cash?"

"Okay."

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

At the end of the calculation, these dozen rare books sold for more than 110,000!

Coupled with the 100,000 yuan and thousands of dollars in Dong Xuebin's bank card, his total assets have now reached 220,000 yuan!!

An astonishing number that Dong Xuebin couldn't have imagined before!!

Earned again!!

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[It's broken, the fourth watch has arrived, and today it's more than 11,000 words in total, continue to ask for recommendation votes!!] 】

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