It’s a Bit Early To Cross

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, and the young man and the old man pushed rooks on the chessboard again.

I don't know where even the old man went to study or what. Today, his performance was very brave, and he killed the young man to the point of losing his armor and removing his armor.

"Don't play anymore."

Chu Heng, who had lost another game, threw down his chess piece, picked up a cigarette, lit a cigarette, and clicked glumly.

Even the old man took a sip of tea and was quite proud: "Are you convinced, kid?"

For this day, he has read several chess books at home!

"I'm in a bad state today."

Chu Heng, who lost to the stinky basket, became more upset the more he looked at the old man, so he simply got up and left the office, out of sight and out of mind.

"I'm going out to take a breath."

He wandered to the front room, talked to Ni Yinghong for a little while, and when the girl was busy, he went to the street again.

Habitually came to the non-staple food shop to take a look, there was finally a circle under the window!

"I have to get up at the fifth watch and climb in the middle of the night again."

Chu Heng walked over with a smile, and after quickly erasing the mark on it, he continued to walk forward as if nothing was happening, stopping to chat when he met an acquaintance.

Just like this, we stopped and chatted all the way, and gradually we came to the door of the cultural relics store.

At this time, the cultural relic shops were basically closed to the insiders. In most cases, only foreign guests could enter, in order to earn some precious foreign exchange from these foreigners.

Coincidentally, as soon as Chu Heng walked here, he saw a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes coming out of the store with a large blue and white plate in his hand.

This can't help but remind him of the Hongwu blue and white jar that he found in the pigeon market.

"Would you like to have a professional appraise it?" Chu Heng muttered with some guilty conscience. He was just playing with the two or five eyes of last week's antique, and naturally he was not sure about the authenticity of the blue and white jar.

After hesitating for a while, he still found a place where no one was around, took out the blue and white jar, and headed into the acquisition department of the cultural relics store.

The cultural relic store has two stores, a sales department, which is only open to foreign guests or cadres with special needs, and an acquisition department, which is responsible for purchasing folk cultural relics and antiques.

When Chu Heng came in, there were no customers in the store, so a middle-aged gentleman with thick-bottomed glasses and an old man with a goatee were studying a small bowl of cloisonné enamel behind the counter.

Hearing someone entering the door, the gentle middle-aged man turned his head and looked over. Seeing that he was carrying a blue and white jar in his hand, he gave the small filigree bowl in his hand to the old man, got up and went to the counter.

"You put the jar here, I'll take a look." The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at the solid wood cabinet with his finger.

"okay."

Chu Heng carefully placed the jar on the counter: "Give me a price."

When he stabilized, the middle-aged man lightly picked up the jar and looked at it carefully. After watching it for a while, he started to nod his head non-stop, as if he was very optimistic.

Seeing this, Chu Heng breathed a sigh of relief and felt that it should be true.

Before he was happy for a long time, the middle-aged man glanced at the jar for payment, his brows suddenly wrinkled, he put the jar back on the counter with disgust, and smiled and quoted a price to Chu Heng: "Your jar , we charged three dollars."

"What is it?"

Chu Heng, who was happy, looked at him in surprise. Hong Wu's blue and white was worth three yuan, and antiques these days were too cheap.

Immediately, his heart suddenly burst, and a bad guess came up.

Wouldn't you take a fake one again?

Chu Heng swallowed his saliva, pointed to his jar tremblingly, and asked the middle-aged man, "I... am I Hongwu Qinghua?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him with a funny look: "What do you think, this imitation of the late Qing Dynasty really wants to be Hongwu blue and white, at least it's more than a hundred."

"The end of the Qing Dynasty?"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Chu Heng was frustrated, his face turned black into three Ni Chen, he didn't want to look at the broken jar again, he waved his hand and said: "Sold, you are tired and open a ticket. ."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man lifted the jar and put it aside, quickly opened a receipt, and finally handed him three dollars: "You take it."

Chu Heng took the money and walked out of the acquisition department in a trance. When there was no one in front of him, he gave himself a big mouth with shame on his face: "If I spend so much money on antiques, I'll be a dog!"

Te Niang's, you could even get a fake in the 1960s, what a shame!

I, Chu, didn't play the game last week, so I can't do it!

With grief, Chu Heng went around a few more streets, and finally stopped in front of the trust firm and watched the excitement.

This trust store is somewhat similar to an old **** shop, responsible for collecting, selling or consigning all kinds of valuable second-hand items, but this one is state-run.

The items sold in it are also household necessities of ordinary people, mostly furniture, bicycles, clothes, leather jackets, bedding, watches, cameras, gramophones, ice skates and other old items.

The 1960s and 1970s can be said to be the golden age of trust shops. In these years, people’s wages are not high, and supplies are still scarce. Most things are supplied by tickets. Sometimes you may not be able to buy things even if you have money.

And the things in the trust store are all old things, and they are cheap and do not need tickets, so they are deeply loved by some poor people, and the business is very prosperous.

This business is good and naturally some people are thinking about it~www.NovelMTL.com~ Some daring fathers have their eyes on this piece of fat. They are blatantly wandering around the door of the store. After receiving it, after changing hands, sell it again, earn a price difference, and you can transfer a few yuan a day.

At this moment, in front of the store, there are more than a dozen idiots wandering around, and more or less people are carrying something in their hands. Some people are carrying a few pairs of ice knives, some people are holding a watch or two, and some people are even pushing a car. Ask around for bike prices.

The employees in the store ignored it, and even stood at the door and chatted with a few acquaintances.

What people earn is dead wages, and it is the same money that they charge more and less.

Besides, is there something tricky between the ghosts and the others?

"Dude, do you want ice skates? Eighty percent new."

Chu Heng just stood there for a while, and a small group of people came up with a few pairs of ice skating knives, and held a pair of black-skinned skating knives in front of his eyes.

"No, no."

He waved his hand impatiently to drive away the second-order dealer, and walked to the trust store three by one, intending to see what was inside.

This thief didn't take advantage of anything else, that is, he had a lot of money in his pocket. At this time, he was very confident when he arrived at a place where he only needed money and not a ticket!

The space in the store is huge, and there are quite a lot of counters. They sell everything. The counters close to the side sell old clothes. In addition to the common styles at the moment, he also saw suits and bright clothes. Bragi'.

"Suffer it!"

Chu Heng's eyes suddenly stopped on a floral cheongsam, and the scene of the proud girl Ni wearing a slim cheongsam with slits to the thighs suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Hush!"

So terrifying!