I came to the office door on the second floor, knocked lightly, and heard Mr. Sui say inside, "Come in", so I opened the door and walked in.

Behind a large desk in the office sat the old man, he was looking down at something, and there were two tables on the other side, and you could see that someone was sitting at one of the tables.

Mr. Sui raised his head and glanced at me, then pointed to another empty table and said, "You can sit there in the future," and introduced: "Next to him is Mr. Qian, the accountant of our team." Qian Lao smiled and nodded at me, and I quickly said, "Hello Qian Lao, I'm Fenglin." Qian Lao didn't speak, just nodded, and when I came to the table, what I saw was a soft-backed wooden chair.

Sitting down cautiously, looking east and west, he heard Mr. Sui say: "Fenglin, go out with me." One of my spirits stood up and asked, "Do you want me to bring anything?" Mr. Sui stood up, picked up his suit and put it on, and then said, "No, just follow me." He followed Mr. Sui out of the office and got into the car in the yard.

The general manager of the car told me that Qian was always dumb and couldn't speak, and he was only in the team for a few days a month to help the team settle accounts.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask Mr. Sui: "Where are we going?" Mr. Sui smiled and said, "It's just to meet a customer." "I didn't say anything else along the way, I kept looking outside, looking at the buildings under construction.

It took about half an hour to come to a factory-like place, and when I entered, I could hear the roar of the machine.

We didn't go into the workshop, we went upstairs directly, and someone stopped us at the door of the second floor to ask.

"We are from the Tianshun transport team, and we are here to see Mr. Zhang." Mr. Sui said lightly, the man lowered his head and wrote it down on the paper, and then let us in.

After a few steps inside, I came to a vermilion lacquered wooden door with a gilded plaque on the lintel

"General Manager's Office". Mr. Sui knocked on the door and heard someone inside, "Come in." When I entered the inside, a smell of tea came to my nose, and I saw a sofa and a coffee table next to it, with a tea set on it, and a slightly fat middle-aged man saw that we were waving, and said: "Mr. Sui, it's just right." The woman beside him got up and went out, and the two of us stepped forward, and Mr. Sui sat next to him, but I didn't dare to sit down, and stood on the side.

"Hey, sit down, don't stand." The man smiled and said to me, and Mr. Sui also looked at me and nodded, and then sat down slowly.

"That's it, don't be restrained, Mr. Sui, this time, there is a batch of equipment to be shipped over in Guixi, the amount is not small, have you done it?" As he spoke, he expertly brewed tea.

Mr. Sui straightened up a little and replied to him: "Mr. Zhang, our fleet has cars, as long as the daily transportation volume does not exceed 50 tons, we can leave the warehouse at any time." He made three small cups of tea and put them in front of us.

Mr. Zhang still said with a smile on his face: "This batch of machinery and equipment is very tight, there are about 200 tons in total, I don't know if it can be delivered in half a month?" After speaking, he picked up a glass and took a sip.

Mr. Sui also picked up the cup and drank it, and then replied to him: "If it is only on the Guixi side, it is guaranteed to be completed within half a month." ”

"Oh! Well, how about the price last time? Mr. Zhang said with satisfaction. Mr. Sui said with a sad face: "Mr. Zhang, the last time was half a year ago, and now this price has risen again, and the price has to be increased." Mr. Zhang was not surprised, and replied: "That's a good year, this order is urgent, tomorrow you bring me the transportation contract and transportation plan, and this matter will be settled." Mr. Sui smiled and said: "Since Mr. Zhang's matter is urgent, why don't we agree on the price now, and then sign the contract on the spot?" As he spoke, he took out a few papers from his satchel.

Mr. Zhang was slightly surprised: "Ouch! Mr. Sui is really well prepared, so he will do this today. ”

"I know that Zhang is always a cheerful person, so he is naturally ready, come, this is the contract, and I will write the transportation plan for you here." Mr. Annual.

Then the two of them negotiated the price, signed the contract, and sat in Mr. Zhang's office for a while before going back. When I returned to the team, I began to arrange the transportation task, and once again convened a meeting of the whole team, mainly to contact the scattered people outside to arrange the handover of the vehicle and the transportation starting point and the destination, contact person, contact information, etc.

The transportation plan is roughly as follows: five vehicles out of the team, six cars outside, a large transport team of 11 vehicles, a trip of four days, the transportation volume is about 50 tons, and it is expected to be completed in four times.

This transportation plan was led by Wang Renzhi. Xiao Yuanbao and Lao Liu were busy inspecting each vehicle on a mission, while I followed Mr. Sui to formulate a detailed transportation route, draw and mark it clearly on the map of the two provinces, and then distribute it to each vehicle.

In this way, on the morning of the third day, the convoy set off with the transportation route map, and after everyone left, I was idle, and Xiao Yuanbao and Lao Liu went with the car because of the transportation task.

When I was free, I realized that I hadn't seen the old man for several days, and Brother Zhang in the yard didn't know when he was gone.

In the next few days, I would get up early to clean the yard, and then follow Mr. Sui in the office to sort out documents or learn knowledge.

I've learned a lot these days, including simple car knowledge. For example, the vehicles used in the transportation team are Jiefang CA141 trucks, as well as learning route and itinerary rules, reading and drawing maps, and so on.

I also learned that the correct direction of the narrative should be southeast, northwest, and not forward, backward, left, right, and right. On the Fourth of March, I stared at the calendar that the year-old had given me yesterday.

After leaving school, the week has gradually forgotten, and the date is only vaguely known, until yesterday I always brought a calendar to me, so that it hung behind the dormitory door, and a thick calendar has been torn to this day.

Turning his head to look at the alarm clock on the table, it was seven thirteen. I went out to the courtyard as usual, opened the gate, and started cleaning.

If there are no other accidents on the road, today should be the time for Mr. Zhang's transportation task and the first return trip.

Just as he was sweeping the floor, a Volkswagen sedan drove in through the gate. I immediately recognized that it was Mr. Sui's car, and when I looked up, I found that he was not the only one who got out of the car, and the old man and Brother Zhang were also getting out of the car.

I stood a little farther away and saw that Brother Zhang looked a little decadent, with unkempt hair and dirty clothes.

"Xiaofeng, come to my office," the old man who had just gotten out of the car beckoned to me, and when he saw this, he put down his broom and trotted forward.

This will Brother Zhang lowered his head and was walking in the direction of his dormitory. I didn't want to ask any questions, so I went into the office, and the old man motioned for me to sit down.

I was standing in front of a map of China with my back to me, as if thinking about something. Seeing this scene, I didn't want to ask, so I just sat and waited honestly.

It didn't take long for the old man to turn around and sit down. After looking at me for a while, he said, "Xiaofeng, are you still used to staying here?" I hurriedly replied, "Habitually, everyone is very good to me." The old man nodded and continued, "Hmm... Everyone's been busy lately; I've got a mission for you to participate in, don't you think? I thought to myself that the old man was really polite, and it would be good to tell things directly as an employee, so I replied: "Even if you are old, you just tell me." ”

"Oh, well! Xiaofeng, you go to the dormitory to prepare, and we'll leave in an hour. The old man said.

I was a little confused, and asked, "Old man, what do I have to prepare?" The old man sighed and said, "Bring two sets of clothes." "What?

Clothes?

"Do you want me to go on a business trip?" I asked, a little surprised. But the old man didn't say much, and said lightly: "Well, go ahead." Then he closed his eyes and recuperated.

Seeing this, I didn't want to ask any more questions, so I had to go to the dormitory. I muttered in my heart: "Business trip? Where to go? What are you going to do? I went back to the dormitory and took out my empty school bag, took my clothes and pants from the closet and put them inside.

Seeing that it was still early, I lay on the bed and thought that this was my first business trip, and I was a little excited and a little uneasy.

Then I thought about whether to ask Mr. Sui about the situation, so I got up and walked to Mr. Sui's office when I went out.

"Mr. Sui, do you know about the business trip arranged for me this time?" When I saw Mr. Sui, I asked, he was reading a book at the moment.

Hearing my question, he didn't let go of the book and continued to look at it, but he replied to me: "Well, I know." Don't worry too much, you're not alone. Hearing this, he thought that he really knew, and then continued to ask him: "Then who else is with me?" He is still the same: "Father, Zhang Ye will go with you, don't ask about the rest, I don't know, you just stay honest first, and you will know when the time comes." "I can't ask for more information, I wanted to go to Brother Zhang to ask, but after thinking about it, his character won't pay attention to me.

I thought that the yard hadn't been cleaned yet, so I went back to the yard and continued to clean, during which I glanced at the door of Brother Zhang's dormitory from time to time, but I didn't see Brother Zhang come out again.

After cleaning, I went back to my dormitory, picked up the Chinese atlas and flipped through it. An hour passed quickly, and there was a knock on the door, and then I heard Brother Zhang say, "Let's go." I quickly got up, picked up my bag and went out.

When I came to the courtyard and got into the Volkswagen car, I sat in the back seat with the old man, and Brother Zhang started the car and slowly left the convoy.

Looking out the window, I thought to myself that the place that I had only been familiar with for a few days was going to be separated again. The old man in the car was silent, and Brother Zhang didn't say a word.

At noon, I felt that I had left Yuezhou, and after lunch in a small town, I continued to drive.

At seven o'clock in the evening, he arrived in an unknown city, and the old man signaled to stop and rest. Brother Zhang drove the car to the door of a restaurant, parked for dinner, and then drove to the hotel to stay.

Brother Zhang and I live in a standard room, and the old man lives alone. The first time I stayed in the hotel, my eyes were straight, the hotel lobby was brightly lit, and there were two beautiful girls at the door to greet us.

When you come to the accommodation room, there is a wardrobe and hanger at the entrance, and there is a carpet on the floor, which is soft to step on.

There were multiple light bulbs lit up in various places in the room, a television directly opposite the bed, and a telephone on each of the bedside tables.

When I entered the bathroom, I was amazed by the layout here, there was a bathtub for bathing, and there were many towels of different sizes, disposable toothbrushes, and so on.

After washing, I lay on the bed and chatted with Brother Zhang, basically I was talking to myself, and he rarely said a few words.

One night passed like this, and the next morning I also found a shop on the side of the road for breakfast. Originally, when I was in the team, Xiao Yuanbao and I didn't eat breakfast, and we were used to being hungry, but this time I still ate with the old man and Brother Zhang.

Back in the car, I couldn't help but ask the old man where we were going. Just when the car was on the road and began to speed all the way, the old man took the initiative to ask me: "Xiaofeng, do you know antiques?" I nodded and replied, "You know, it's the antiques in those museums." The old man laughed: "Then do you know where those antique relics came from?" Without thinking, I replied, "Of course it was made by the ancients." As soon as the words came out, he immediately felt that it was inappropriate, and added: "Aren't these collected by the state to the museum?" The old man looked at me, shook his head and said slowly, "It seems that you know very shallowly!" There's plenty of time along the way, so I'll talk to you. He picked up the thermos cup in the back of the table and chair, opened it and took a sip.

"Antiques can be divided into three categories by their origin: ordinary objects, artistic objects and functional objects. Xiaofeng, think about it, according to the classification I said, say three corresponding things. The old man looked at me after speaking.

I thought about it for a while, and although I hadn't been to the museum, I had read some of the books. It was easy to understand the literal meaning, so he replied: "Ordinary objects refer to common things, such as pots and pans; Art objects refer to those calligraphy, paintings, statues, etc., which are for the purpose of art; Functional objects are weapons or intricately crafted tools. The old man nodded, looked out the window and said: "Among these three categories, ordinary objects are found in each period, so almost no one collects and preserves, and the existing ones are preserved only because of the large number of ordinary objects and they can be seen everywhere." The museum displays these things that have been used by previous people, and their combined value is the lowest of the three categories. I listened intently, and after the old man finished speaking, he answered, "What about art?" ”

"There are many kinds of artistic objects, and they have two characteristics, one is that they are not created as artistic acts, but the latter are treated artistically because of their craftsmanship or meaning. Second, the beginning of creation is an artistic act, and the latter retains the collection mostly because of its artistic value. The old man paused and said: "Just like calligraphy and painting, the value of the author's creative period is not high, and it is mostly used as a record of poetry writing, or a portrait of the artistic conception of landscapes." Different people appreciate it in different ways, and not all of them are famous works of art at first. Most of these creations are kept by the author or given to friends, so they are relatively private. Later, the author became famous, and his works began to be sought after, but most of them were after the author's death. ”

"And how do they circulate? Do they all recognize the artistic value of the work? I asked, following the old man's train of thought.

"There are only two ways in which historical relics have been handed down, and I classify them as yang and yin. The Yang Stream is kept by the living, the times change, the ups and downs of the world, wars and cultural conflicts, the cultural relics in the Yang Stream will be destroyed or turned to the Yin Stream under these impacts, and only the powerful people value it can be preserved from the Yang Current. No matter how valuable the cultural relics are, the collector's love for them is the most important, and when the owner dies, he wants to be accompanied by his beloved things. And those who can save in the yang flow have a solid family background and don't care about its monetary value. The old man said slowly.

When I heard this, I thought it made sense, so I continued, "If you analyze it in this way, I understand the circulation of the functional object. The old man smiled and said, "Oh! Let's hear it. ”

"Functional objects have their functions, and they are not as common as ordinary objects, nor are they useless as artistic objects." I learned to speak in the old way, and he didn't care, and looked at me with interest.

"Functional objects are often weapons, and the purpose of the author's production is its own function, so the owner should be the person who often uses its function. Yang Stream is more convenient than art objects, because there is no difference in the angle of appreciation, and it is only used as a tool. However, because functional objects are practical objects, they are more vulnerable to damage, and the owner does not deliberately care for them. Or take weapons as an example, why there are so few that have been handed down to this day, in addition to the general explanation above, there is also a weapon is a personal thing, when the owner dies or other accidents, then the weapon will be lost. In natural conditions, the weapon is not maintained, and it is easy to rust and be damaged. Another reason is that if a weapon is too famous, it will have the effect of being transformed into an artistic object, and the owner will carefully collect it and will not easily show it to others. I said as I thought.

The old man nodded and said: "Weapons are in the hands of the official in history, the Ming Dynasty began to have foreign guns and cannons, and the end of the Qing Dynasty has gradually replaced cold weapons, and the Republic of China is more prosperous. It can be said that even the best divine soldiers, if they are useless in the troubled times, will gradually be abandoned. Art in troubled times is not valuable, and only in peacetime will the world appreciate art. "The old man's words made me understand the concept of antique cultural relics, but I couldn't figure out what the old man said about what it had to do with this mission, and it was difficult for the team to do antique business?

So he asked, "Old man, what about our purpose this time?" The old man turned his head to look at me, and then said, "Xiaofeng, I just talked about the yang flow and the yin flow, and I was talking about the way of circulating antique cultural relics. What we do is yin and yang. ”

"Yin and Yang?" I vaguely guessed the meaning of old age, and I also guessed the purpose of this trip. However, the old man said sharply: "Actually, there are two other partial classifications of Yinliu antiques, do you know what they are?" He closed his eyes and said slowly.

I shook my head and said I didn't know about his question, but I knew in my heart that the old saying had already pointed out the purpose of this trip, but it was difficult to ask if he didn't know what to say.

Then he realized that the old man was not looking at me at this time, so he replied, "I don't know." ”