I Had a Home In 1982

   Chapter 82 81. Dried dried shrimps and dried shrimps are exquisite

   Facing Yuan Hui's solemn expression and raised index finger.

  Wang Yi gasped on the spot and collapsed on the chair: "One, one hundred million?!"

   Now it was Yuan Hui's turn to take a breath.

"How much? 100 million?" He was speechless. "Brother Wang, do you have no concept of money? A bronze bell in the late Ming Dynasty can be worth 100 million? Do you think we are a net celebrity or a micro-business. What about the goods, hundreds of millions or hundreds of millions?"

   Seeing that he guessed wrong, Wang Yi calmed down: "Isn't it 100 million? How much is that? Don't be 1 million?"

   It's not that he has no idea about money, it's Yuan Hui who said the bronze bell is amazing, which raised his expectations.

   Yuan Hui rolled his eyes: "It's ten million!"

   "But if you can deal with the top spring auctions or autumn auctions, the value may be higher." He added.

  Wang Yi was somewhat disappointed: "Ten million? That's not much."

   Yuan Hui said helplessly: "Brother Wang, ten million is not much? Let me tell you the truth, my father's life is frugal and I have been in the industry for decades, so far my net worth is only about ten million!"

  Wang Yi pointed to the neighborhood next to him and said, "Isn't it? The villa here can't be a few million or ten million in size?"

   Yuan Hui said: "How can it be so exaggerated? Do you think we are here in Qiantang City? The single house here is about 10 million yuan, but I live in a townhouse, less than 7 million yuan, and I bought it with a loan!"

   Hearing what he said, Wang Yi felt it was right.

  10 million is not a small sum of money.

   Mainly because he watched TV, read novels and watched short videos. The antique cultural relics involved in it were thrown out for hundreds of millions of dollars. It was these unreliable experiences that led him to misjudge the antique market.

   There was a knock on the door behind, and the waiter continued to serve.

  What are the lees and yellow croaker, the slender-eyed plum boy in snow sauce, and the crispy arowana, the dishes are very fancy, and you can see that the chef is very skilled.

  Yuan Hui thought that Wang Yi did not like seafood, so he ordered barbecue for him.

   "You can try his large pieces of roast meat and roast pig intestines. It tastes very good. The boss's secret craftsmanship." He greeted Wang Yi.

  The roast meat in this shop are all large pieces of tenderloin and pork belly. If you want to eat fat, eat pork belly, but if you can’t eat greasy, choose tenderloin.

  The taste is spicy and delicious, and the fragrance is fragrant, which makes Wang Yi's appetite.

   This was a delicacy that could not be eaten in 1982.

   Yuan Hui has no appetite.

   He had just eaten dried shrimps. Dried shrimps tasted nothing but fresh.

   With its umami pearls in the front, Yuan Hui's requirements for the taste of dishes are inevitably higher.

   But none of the seafood dishes he ordered were original. Although the chefs were highly skilled, each dish was a fancy dish with seasonings, which inevitably affected the deliciousness of the seafood itself.

   More importantly, Wang Yi showed him the photo of Qihe Zhong, which drew his attention to his phone. Now, let alone a few dishes, he was not interested even if a seafood woman was served on the table.

   He urged Wang Yi to take him to see the Prayer Bell.

  Wang Yi waved his hand: "This matter can't be rushed, I promise the old man not to release the news of this bronze bell to the public without his consent."

   Yuan Hui said: "I understand this. The ownership of this kind of antique is not easy to determine. Once the government finds out, it may be 10,000 yuan plus a pennant to take away."

   Wang Yi was taken aback.

   Yes, there is still this hidden danger!

   He asked sideways, "You mean the government will take it as a state, right? But isn't that five hundred yuan plus a pennant?"

  Yuan Hui waved his hand: "You were fooled by some information and jokes on the Internet. The government is not so stingy and will give a good price as a subsidy, but since it is a subsidy, it is naturally incomparable with the value of the antique itself."

  Wang Yi said: "It's over, no wonder the old man won't let me reveal the news. It turns out that there is this hidden worry."

  Yuan Hui came up and said, "It's not inoperable. In our country, cultural relics cannot be traded, and antiques can."

   "For the national level, the prayer bell does not have a very unique cultural significance, and it is an object in the late Ming Dynasty, so the control is not very strict."

   "And there's something wonderful about this prayer bell. It was once snatched by the little devil, and its whereabouts are unknown. Could it be that a patriotic businessman secretly bought it from the little devil officer at the time?"

  Wang Yi looked at him.

   He smiled slightly: "Don't worry, as long as this kind of antique is not exiled overseas, but only circulated within our country, then we will always have a reasonable and non-violating method to sell it!"

"Especially now, many businessmen like to donate the cultural relics and antiques of the people to the regional museums. If the antiques are transferred from their hands, they will eventually be handed over to our Municipal Museum or Provincial Museum. In this case, we are all for the sake of Contribute to the national antiques protection cause, let alone violate laws and regulations!"

   Wang Yi was relieved and said, "That's good, we can't violate national laws and regulations."

   Yuan Hui gave him a clear look: "They are all law-abiding citizens, who would risk a little money? If you don't believe me, look at my tax app. I pay taxes every year."

   Later, he launched a more violent attack on Wang Yi.

   Let Wang Yi take him to see Qihe Zhong no matter what.

  Wang Yi couldn't hold it, so she wiped her mouth and said that she was full and ran away with her bag.

   Escape is shameful but useful.

   Yuan Hui was depressed.

   He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

   The more I eat, the more depressed I get.

   In the end, he abruptly got up and opened the door and shouted, "Old Zhong, what's the matter with your food tonight?"

   Boss Zhong walked upstairs quickly and asked, "What's the matter? Are you drunk?"

   Yuan Hui said angrily, "I was drunk with a hammer. I didn't drink. What's going on with these dishes? The taste is not good. Did you make it for me with dead fish and rotten shrimp?"

   Boss Zhong said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, you still don't understand my reputation here?"

   However, Yuan Hui's attitude made him unsure, so he added: "How about I try the dish? Maybe my chef drank too much today?"

   He called the waiter to bring a pair of sanitary chopsticks to try one by one, then looked suspiciously at Yuan Hui: "Are you craving free food tonight? This dish is fine!"

   "Boss, could that be the case?" the waiter interjected.

   "Which?"

   "Brother Hui, did you eat the dried prawns just now?" the waiter asked, "It's the kind of dried prawns I came in to help you pick up."

   Yuan Hui said: "Yes, I eat it as a snack before serving, and you don't provide pre-dinner snacks here."

   The waiter said: "That's the problem, boss, the dried shrimps brought by Brother Hui tonight are of good quality, serious wild prawns. I started to look at them, and they smelled really good!"

  The boss is suspicious.

   Yuan Hui was also suspicious: "You kid, give us the two and the mud?"

   He opened the dried shrimp paper bag.

The boss grabbed a handful of dried shrimp and looked down, then he was surprised: "It's a good dried shrimp, where did you buy it? This is not only dried shrimp, but also dried shrimp with smooth skin. It is indeed dried from wild shrimp, and the drying is very patient. Ah, it's completely sun-baked, and there's no sunlamp at first sight."

   He sniffed again: "Yes, it's grilled on charcoal. It's rare, where did you buy this fun stuff? It's dried shrimp in the ancient way."

   Yuan Hui asked without answering, "Aren't you fooling me? Are there so many things about dried shrimp?"

  The boss said: "Of course it's more elaborate, you don't understand, I'll give you a brief explanation."

   "Dried shrimps are all cooked things, you know that? Then how is it cooked? There is a saying here."

   "Simply put, there are three ways, the first is to boil and steam, the second is to fry and the third is to marinate."

   "Not much to say about steamed, fried is to fry with salt and fine sea stones, like frying chestnuts with sugar; pickled is to pickle and then put it in an industrial microwave or large electric oven for direct shipment."

   Yuan Hui said, "Don't you want to bask in the sun?"

   "Listen to me," introduced Boss Zhong, "After steaming and frying, it needs to be exposed to the sun, and it is not necessary to marinate it. It is shipped directly into the microwave oven."

   "The dried shrimps on the market are mainly salted, why? Because it's fast and efficient!"

   "But there is a problem with marinating. In order to do it in one step, we have to marinate the shrimp and then put it into the toolbox, which causes its umami taste to be suppressed and destroyed."

  Yuan Hui understood: "So the serious dried shrimp is boiled or fried and then sunbaked? It's not like this is not done in the market, right?"

"Listen to me," Boss Zhong continued: "For this sunbathing, you must find good weather and keep it in the sun, otherwise as long as it encounters a cloudy and rainy day without the sun and high humidity, its quality will decline. The result is a less crispy texture.”

   "Here comes the question. The seaside is humid enough at night, and no one can avoid this natural phenomenon at night, right? What should I do?"

   "You said it had a charcoal smell just now, was it baked with a stove?" Yuan Hui guessed.

   Boss Zhong clapped his hands: "Yes, the ancient method of drying shrimp has a baking procedure."

   "But now we pay attention to efficiency, and we will use sun lamps to bake, and the sun will be in the sun during the day at night. There is no problem with baking this way. This is the power of technology!"

   "So it has been a long time, and now there is no dried shrimp in the ancient method. It is inefficient and can't make a lot of money. So the question is, where did you get your dried shrimp?"

   Yuan Hui said: "It was all given by my friend just now..."

   "Is that the handsome guy?" Boss Zhong asked.

   Yuan Hui said: "Yes, it is him. He is a mountain walker. He often travels to the outer islands and old villages around the world. It is estimated that these dried shrimps and dried shrimps were collected in the old villages."

   "That's right, now only the old people in the old village can dry shrimp like this." Boss Zhong nodded, "And there are shrimps? You take it out and I'll take a look."

   Yuan Hui opened the dried shrimp bag.

Boss Zhong said: "Golden hook sea rice is also a good thing, but it's still sweet and sun-dried. You can grab a bottle of beer in your spare time, and watch dramas and short videos while eating and drinking. It's better than eating potato chips and melon seeds. It's gone!"

He pinched a few and tasted it: "Give me his contact information and tell him, I want to see if I can buy some of these goods from him. Or ask him to help go to the old village to buy it, I will give He's a good price!"

   Yuan Hui immediately understood what he meant and said, "How many dishes are you going to make in the name of the ancient method?"

   Boss Zhong laughed: "It's not an ordinary dish, it can be a signature dish! So you can help me contact him. If it's successful, I'll take out these signature dishes and invite you to eat!"

   Yuan Hui said: "That's fine, I'll ask you for help, maybe it's really possible."

   (end of this chapter)