Boss Zhu held down the satchel with one hand, and ran forward lifelessly. Those who chase will never be able to catch up with those who are fleeing. In the dark night, on the unfamiliar road, Boss Zhu ran for a long time, until he couldn't run anymore, and he couldn't hear the sound of chasing, so he stopped, squatting on the side of the road and panting. In the end, Boss Zhu found a tree and sat all night leaning on the root of the tree, not even daring to close his eyes. Whenever there is a little wind and grass, it scares him to the core. stayed up until dawn before he took a "three jumpers" and escaped from the place of right and wrong.

At that time, he asked Boss Zhu why he didn't call the police?

Boss Zhu sighed and said, "How do you call the police?" When I went, I turned so many cars that I was dizzy; When I came back, I just ran for my life, and I didn't remember the way. Besides, even if they find the dilapidated house, they won't necessarily find someone - they should have used the house temporarily, and then run away long after the fact。。。。。。 ”

Thinking about what happened to Boss Zhu, Qian Yongqiang sighed: It's really sinister and unpredictable, I have to pay more attention to what I do when I go out to receive goods in the future.

It was another weekend, and Qian Yongqiang dragged some books to the ghost market of Chaotian Palace as usual. Since I didn't have many books this time, I sold out almost in a quarter of an hour. After Qian Yongqiang put the money in his pocket, he looked at the few books left on the stall, smiled slightly, turned around and walked back to the tricycle and sat down, took out a cigarette, and inhaled slowly.

Don't look at his calm appearance on the surface, in fact, since yesterday morning, when a family spent 2,000 yuan to receive a pair of flowers and birds paintings by a famous national calligrapher and painter, his mood has not calmed down. You must know that Qian Yongqiang usually rides a tricycle to collect books and newspapers, and can also receive some calligraphy and paintings, but most of them are not well-known, the price is not high, and most of them are fakes and imitations, or even prints.

Yesterday morning, because he did not receive any goods, Qian Yongqiang was very frustrated and parked his tricycle under the shade of a tree on the side of the road to rest. A small-footed old lady on crutches came over, stopped next to Qian Yongqiang's tricycle, stared at an iron sign next to the carriage, looked at it non-stop, and finally hit the tricycle with a cane, and asked Qian Yongqiang: "Young man, are you collecting waste newspapers and books?" ”

"Yes, grandma, do you have any scrap newspapers and books to sell?" The old lady is about seventy years old, and although she looks kind and kind, there is a shrewd energy between her eyebrows. Qian Yongqiang saw that there was business, so he stood up and helped the old lady.

"There are a lot of books on a shelf。。。。。。 What price do you charge? "Although the old lady said that she was quite old, she seemed to be a businessman, and she hadn't seen the goods yet, so she inquired about the price first.

"Grandma, I have to see the books on your shelves before I can give you a price. If the quality of the books on the bookshelf is average, then it should be collected as scrap, and the triangular money is a pound; If your book is of good quality and can be sold in the market, I will give you a reasonable price. Qian Yongqiang said.

"My books are all good books, and for some years, I've heard people say that those books like my family are antiques, and they can be sold at a high price in the market!" The old lady is very confident in her book collection, which makes Qian Yongqiang a little embarrassed, and it is generally difficult to do a business with customers like this - too stubborn and does not understand the market.

"Would you like to come with me, young man?" The old lady saw that Qian Yongqiang was pondering, so she gently tapped the tricycle with her cane.

Anyway, there will be no business to do, and this old lady is not like a bad person, and in this big city, it is not a barren mountain and a wild mountain, so it will not meet what happened to Boss Zhu, so it is better to go and see what the situation is first. Thinking of this, Qian Yongqiang asked, "Grandma, is your home far away from here?" As soon as he finished asking, Qian Yongqiang himself laughed first: The old lady is so old, how far can she walk with crutches?

"It's not far, it's ahead." The old lady pointed to a courtyard about 100 meters in front of her with her cane and said, "It's here in a few minutes." ”

The old lady walked tremblingly in front, and Qian Yongqiang rode a tricycle to follow slowly behind. He didn't dare to let the old lady ride his tricycle, he was afraid that he would accidentally drop the old lady, and if the elderly person fell, it would be terrible.

When she arrived at the old lady's house, the old lady asked Qian Yongqiang to park the tricycle in the yard. The old lady took Qian Yongqiang to the living room, pointed to a bookshelf against the wall and said, "Look, it's all here." ”

Qian Yongqiang approached the bookshelf to take a closer look, the entire bookshelf was divided into four layers, and each layer was neatly filled with books. Qian Yongqiang visually estimated that there were about 200 books. The book was covered with a thick layer of dust, Qian Yongqiang wiped the spine of the book with his hand, took a cursory look at the title of the book, and couldn't help frowning, extremely disappointed. They are all novels from the sixties and seventies, and there are not many readers who like them, and they are not very easy to sell in the market.

Qian Yongqiang plans to come up with a price for waste paper, if the old lady is willing to sell it, then accept it, and she can earn dozens of yuan; If the old lady doesn't sell, forget it.

Suddenly, Qian Yongqiang found that there was a calligraphy and painting scroll on the bookcase, which was also covered with dust, and he looked at it for some years. Qian Yongqiang's heart moved, could it be a celebrity calligraphy and painting?

He looked at the old lady, who was also looking at him without blinking. Qian Yongqiang asked: "Grandma, can I take down the calligraphy and paintings on this?" ”

The old lady nodded in agreement. Qian Yongqiang pulled over a stool, stepped on it, carefully took down the calligraphy and painting, gently brushed off the dust on it, untied the tether, and opened it to see: the antique drawing paper was some years old at first glance. The painting hall is two magpies standing on a flower branch. Look at the payment again: Chen Moumou. There is a dark red seal next to the bell.

"Chen Moumou, that's a modern painting master! Get more than 20,000 square feet at auction! No, the auction is too high, we can't reach it, and it's troublesome to talk about it. If you get a square foot of Chaotian Palace's ghost market, you have to sell it for more than 10,000 yuan, cash, how happy it is. The painting is about two square feet, and that's 。。。。。。 Qian Yongqiang suppressed the excitement in his heart, rolled up the scroll, and put it aside silently.

After calming down, he asked, "Grandma, how are you going to sell these books?" ”

"These are the books that the old man used to like to read, and his health has not been good in the past two years, and he has no energy to read them, so I persuaded him to sell them, but the old man just didn't agree to sell them. I'm not going to take advantage of his absence to call you to take a look, and if you give you a suitable price, I'll sell it to you, but you can't fool the old lady! Although the old lady looks gray-haired and old, she is not deaf and blind, and she speaks very clearly when talking about business.

"Grandma, look at what you said, I'm a person who pays attention to doing business and is not bullied. But...... Qian Yongqiang heard that the old lady was selling these books behind his wife's back, so he hesitated.

"But what?"

He asked the old lady, "What should you do if you secretly sell your grandfather's books and wait for him to come back?" ”

"Old woman, whose tricycle belongs to this yard?" Qian Yongqiang was talking to the old lady, and there was a hoarse voice from the courtyard, and then a thin and shriveled old man walked in. "Old woman, don't you want to sell my books again? I've been storing books in that cabinet for decades, so it won't bother you to leave it there, right? You, you! It's just not pleasing to the eye! ”

The old man came up and threw a tantrum at the old lady.

"Say everything you have to sell today! Adults haven't even looked at you! Hold a TV at home all day long; I went out with a radio in my arms. When have you read these books? - These books are covered with dust, and the whole room is dirty, and even the little grandson does not want to come to our house, it is dirty! You're going to clean it up, will I sell it? The old man's voice was loud, and the old lady did not show weakness, arguing with reason, the crutches in his hand smashed on the ground, "dong dong" sounded, and the momentum was not weak at all to the old man.

"Okay, okay, I can't talk about you, you sell you!" The old man was visibly afraid of the old lady, and sat down in a chair like a defeated rooster, sulking.

Qian Yongqiang saw the two old men arguing like children just now, neither to leave nor to stay. This will see the old man's dejected appearance, and he will feel a little unbearable. The old lady persuaded her: "Grandma, since grandpa doesn't agree to sell these books for the time being, why don't we wait for a while, and when grandpa agrees, you can sell them to me?" ”

"Young man, you don't have to worry about this old guy, I have the final say in this family!" The old lady had a very tough tone.

"Humph!" The old man expressed his anger at what the old lady said just now, but he knew that there was no way to take the old lady, so he turned to Qian Yongqiang and said, "Young man, the price of my cabinet of books is not low, you can't take it away as waste!" ”

"Grandpa, how much do you want to sell?" Qian Yongqiang saw that the old man was relieved, and he was secretly relieved in his heart, it seemed that there was something to be done. Qian Yongqiang always remembered the calligraphy and painting next to the bookcase in his heart.

"These books are all new books that I bought from the bookstore when I was younger, and many of them were left there without having time to read them. Well...... Anyway, you're going to have to give me ten dollars a copy! The old man thought for a while and said firmly.

"Ten dollars a copy, that's too expensive. I just ordered that there are more than 200 books on your shelf, and according to the price you always said, you will get more than 2,000 yuan to buy them all. Qian Yongqiang shook his head, thinking to himself, if it was just these books, he couldn't ask for two yuan a copy, but that calligraphy and painting was really tempting. It's better to go straight to the point, look at this calligraphy and painting, what price can the old man offer, then point to the painting scroll placed aside and say, "Grandpa, do you sell this calligraphy and painting?" ”

"Sell, sell!" Before the old man could speak, the old lady hurriedly replied, "What do you want this thing to do, it's all sold!" ”

"I bought this painting for 1,000 yuan in a calligraphy and painting shop more than ten years ago, and I originally wanted to give it to a friend who likes painting, but my friend refused to accept it, and said that it was too valuable, and told me to return it. I bought it, I bought it, and I was embarrassed to find someone to return it. No, it's always been here. I don't really like calligraphy and painting, so you can buy the book together. ”

It seems that the old man doesn't care too much about this calligraphy and painting. Qian Yongqiang couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart. "The old man on this shelf offered more than 2,000 points, and this calligraphy and painting is almost 1,000 yuan, and he should be able to get it within 3,000 yuan. The main thing is that the authenticity of this calligraphy and painting must be taken a good look, and whether this single transaction is lost or earned is on it. ”

In the past few years in the industry, Qian Yongqiang has worked calligraphy and painting. From the beginning of collecting the names of well-known calligraphers and painters across the country and the people whose works can be sold for money, he sorted them all together, memorized their names, aliases, numbers, and commonly used seals, and then carefully figured out the style and pen habits of each calligrapher and painter, and over time the appreciation of ordinary calligraphy and painting can also reach the entry-level level. If you want to go further, it is not enough to rely on understanding and ability, you need the guidance and cultivation of experts or masters. Helplessly, Qian Yongqiang did not have this opportunity, and he did not have the extra money and energy to learn from famous teachers. He also did not pursue too much in art. Qian Yongqiang conceitedly thinks that at his level, it is more than enough for him to walk the streets and alleys to run the scrap yard.

"Old man, I need to see this painting again." Qian Yongqiang opened the painting and looked at it carefully, and he didn't see anything wrong in any way. Besides, how could two old men at such an age not be able to set him up.

After some bargaining, Qian Yongqiang finally spent 2,500 yuan to buy this calligraphy and painting and the books on the shelf. Qian Yongqiang calculated that these 200 books were worth 500 yuan at most, so the cost of this calligraphy and painting would be 2,000 yuan. 2,000 yuan to buy a calligraphy and painting Qian Yongqiang felt a little painful, but the huge temptation of interests gave him great expectations.

After making this transaction, Qian Yongqiang stopped receiving the goods, quickly rushed back to the rental house next to the Shuixi Gate, closed the door, lit the lamp, studied carefully for an afternoon, checked the information and the seal, and finally at the level of his half bottle of vinegar, he could not determine whether it was genuine or fake. If it were genuine, the painting would have sold enough to cover his income for a year; If it is a fake, it is almost a scrap of one, although the price is not very high when he buys it, but it is enough to make him dry for two or three months.

Qian Yongqiang snuffed out the remaining half of his cigarette butt, anxiously waiting for the buyers of calligraphy and paintings to come from a distance and sell them the calligraphy and paintings hidden in the cracks of the tricycle that he was full of anticipation. His eyes looked through the thin darkness of the night under the dim streetlights, and he did his best to look into the distance, looking for the familiar figures.