Pamper Eighties

Xiang Hua didn't think there was anything wrong, and said naturally: "Of course I sell it. My classmate and her uncle are from Hong Kong. I bought a lot of calligraphy and paintings in this museum a few years ago, and spent 200,000 Hong Kong dollars. She went back to Hong Kong, and that's what she told me."

She paused for a second, then added: "My classmate's dad also bought it before, and their family can draw."

Brother Rui was skeptical, and when he followed everyone into the lobby, he realized that what Xiang Hua said was true.

Good guy, where is this museum? This is clearly a painting and calligraphy store. The hall is opposite the door. There is a semi-circular counter with a plaque on it, which reads "Ancient Calligraphy and Painting Store", and there is a line below it. Small print: "For foreign guests only".

Come on, this museum really sells calligraphy and paintings, so what are you waiting for? Brother Rui walked up to him rudely and said, "What calligraphy and paintings do you sell here?"

The waiter standing inside listened to his rudeness, and he was a little ignorant. He pointed at the plaque lazily and said, "Did you see the words on it? It's only for foreign guests. Our store only accepts foreign currency. You have foreign currency. Is it?"

"See for yourself, is this foreign currency?" Brother Rui took out a bundle of banknotes as he spoke, successfully making the waiter's eyes widen.

He wasn't very angry. He couldn't change this kind of foreign-loving attitude alone. In the end, if the country needed foreign exchange, it had to be controlled by others. There was no way out.

Seeing that the waiter was still in a daze, Brother Rui knocked on the table and said, "Can this money be bought?"

"Yes, of course, what kind of calligraphy and painting do you want?" The waiter was in a hurry, and even the word "you" came out.

Brother Rui did not answer him immediately, but said to Mengmeng, "Sister, what calligraphy and painting do you want?"

Mengmeng pressed her lips in distress, "I don't know, can you show me?"

"Okay, okay," the waiter said attentively. He took out a thick book from under the counter and said, "Our store specializes in calligraphy and paintings from the Song Dynasty to modern times. All paintings that can be sold are on the booklet, you can take a look. ."

Mengmeng opened the booklet, and other people came to look at it, and found that the booklet was really beautifully done, and it contained not only the names of the paintings, but also the small pictures.

Mengmeng flipped through the pages roughly, and she knew something in her heart. She had studied calligraphy and painting for a year, and her skills were not very good, but her appreciation ability had greatly improved, so she pointed out with a small hand and said, "These, these, and more I want all these, how much is it?"

The waiter was particularly surprised and said, "Little boy, you bought too much. Are you sure you want all of it? It's not cheap."

Madam Feng was dissatisfied when she heard it. Isn't she looking down on them, so she said contemptuously, "How many paintings and calligraphy are there in your store, I'll buy them all for you, are you afraid we don't have any money?"

This time the waiter couldn't even turn his eyes, his nose moved quickly, and it took a long time to find his voice: "You've come to the right place today, our painting and calligraphy museum is hung on the Beijing cultural relics. Below the main store, the calligraphy and paintings collected there will be delivered to us first."

He patted the cover of the booklet, and Bei'er proudly said: "The ones that can be sold are all hand-picked by the masters. Except for very few fine products that cannot be sold, other calligraphy and paintings are here. You have to be careful. Baoyuan, how about I calculate the wholesale price for you?"

The old lady Feng said with interest: "Do you still manage wholesale in this museum? Then what are the wholesale prices?"

The waiter hurriedly cheered up, and dared to meet a big high-roller. That's great. He wants to dispose of all the inventory in the store. As long as he can earn dollars, the leaders will praise him.

The waiter raised his head and raised his chest, proudly clasped his fingers and said, "At the embassy, ​​those ambassadors and madams like to buy from us every time they return to China. There are also many British, American, and Hong Kong guests. Love came to our store for wholesale, I just bought a batch of paintings a few days ago, these batches of paintings have just arrived, let me take a look..."

He took the abacus and fiddled with it. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "There are 2,129 paintings in total, and the package price is 205,000 US dollars. What do you think? Is this price appropriate?"

"It's suitable, it's very suitable." Mrs. Feng said without thinking. It was only 200,000 US dollars. Their family sold a pot of orchids casually, and they paid for it. They can exchange so many paintings and bring them back. It is very cost-effective to copy for Mengmeng.

She always remembered what the Guangzhou boss said, that the little baby had to rely on copying to learn how to draw. Now, with this good opportunity, Mrs. Feng certainly couldn't let it go.

She patted the table proudly and said, "I bought it all, you help us pack it up."

The painting was bought, but they didn't have that much dollars with them, and they had to send Old Man Feng home to get it. Xiao Jun took Old Man Feng back, and the others remained in the museum.

Xiang Hua never dared to make a sound, and only then did he say enviously, "Cousin, your family is too exaggerated. Are you planning to go back to open an antique shop?"

"No, I need to learn how to paint, and I also have some antiques in my house." Mengmeng raised her mouth slightly with delight.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I can't imagine that your family is so rich." Xiang Hua was even more envious, her cousin was so lucky.

Mengmeng also felt that she was very lucky, she raised her little face, squinted her eyes happily and said, "It's all grandma who loves me."

They were talking here, and the staff in the museum were busy packing. There were more than 2,000 paintings, and I didn’t know if I didn’t take them out. There were so many, and they were piled up on the ground to form a hill. The staff worked together, and it took a long time to pack up.

Old man Feng also took the money back from his home, handed it to the waiter happily, and left with the boxes of calligraphy and paintings.

Back in the courtyard, Madam Feng opened the boxes and went in and rummaged through them at will. She didn't understand these paintings, and she wasn't particularly interested, so she put them back and said, "There are so many paintings, enough to make us cute. Mengmeng has been studying for a while, what else do you want to buy, Mengmeng, grandma will take you to buy it."

Mengmeng broke her head and couldn't come up with anything. She spread out her hands and said, "Mengmeng has nothing to buy. We have also bought a house and an antique. It seems that there are no more, right?"

Now that he talked about the house, Brother Rui took the opportunity to speak: "Grandma Feng, we have bought so many houses, what are you going to do?"

"Why," Madam Feng raised her eyebrows, "What idea did you come up with?"

Brother Rui said smartly: "I think so, Grandma Feng, can we renovate those buildings and rent them out, and charge a little rent every year, do you think?"

Madam Feng said with admiration, "It's good, I think so too. Otherwise, it would be a waste to have so many empty houses, and I have to find some money to make up for it, old man, what do you think?"

Old Man Feng touched his chin and said, "Since you want to rent it out, don't decorate it too well. It's fine if you can live there. We don't come to Beijing very often. We have to ask Mengmeng's grandfather to help me watch it. It's actually quite troublesome."

He furrowed his brows tightly, and quickly released them, "Well, dolls and the others are going to start school, when I send you back, I will come to Beijing with Brother Rui and his grandfather to see how this business is going. "

Mrs. Feng nodded, "It's okay, then you can figure it out when the time comes, if you can earn it back a little bit."

The adults decided to come forward, and Brother Rui could finally rest assured. He let out a sigh of relief and put the matter on his mind.

After staying in Beijing for a few more days, they packed their bags and went back. They called in advance to inform them that Feng Yimin and Su Wan were still at the entrance of the village to welcome them that day. As soon as they met, they asked strangely, "Dad, why do you still bring them with you? so many things?"

Old man Feng stood in the car and greeted his son: "It's all antiques. We can't keep them all in Beijing, so we'll bring them back. Come and move them back."

Feng Yimin was at a loss when he heard it, but he still carried the things diligently. After finally carrying the things, the old Feng family could finally take a breath.

Old Man Feng drank the Kung Fu tea and said with emotion, "Oh, it's better to be in our village. I've been reading this tea in Beijing. The water over there is so hard that it's hard to drink it."

Su Wan secretly pursed her lips and smiled, and took the opportunity to ask with concern, "Dad, how are my parents in Beijing?"

Old man Feng waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, they are very good, your parents are not at home, and they take Mengmeng out to play every day, we are coming back, they are still reluctant, I have to go again in a few days. Beijing, if you have anything to bring, bring it to me."

Feng Yimin said in confusion: "Dad, you just came back, why are you going to Beijing again? What are you doing?"

Old Man Feng put down his teacup and explained slowly: "We bought some buildings in Beijing, as well as a courtyard house, oh yes, we also bought a big yard for our family, which is what Beizi Mansion is, and you will go to Beijing in the future. somewhere to live."

He took a breath and continued: "Old Zhang's family has also bought. There are so many houses, I have to go with Old Stone to clean up and find a way to rent them out."

Feng Yimin was stunned. How could his parents be so capable? He could have tossed out so many houses when he went to Beijing.

While he was still in a daze, the old man Feng asked, "I'm not in the village, is there anything wrong with our village?"

"No, it's alright." Feng Yimin remembered as he spoke, and said jokingly, "Xiaowan's school is about to start, isn't it just built, the leaders of the city came over to cut the ribbon, after a while In the future, the eldest baby will be able to transfer to another school."

"Wow, that's great, I can go back to school in the village again." The thirteen-year-old eldest child was as excited as a child after hearing the news.

He was bitter. He went to school in the commune for the whole year last year. He rode his bicycle around every day, and it was inconvenient to eat. He was tired of those days.

Being able to go back to the village to go to school means to him that there are delicious and fun things to do. He can go into the sea when he wants to go into the sea, and he can fish when he wants to fish. Those days are much more comfortable than before.

Mrs. Feng didn't like to hear these words, she raised her eyebrows, nodded his head and said, "You stinky boy, don't try to be lazy for me, you are almost in the second year of junior high school, and you will take the high school entrance examination next year. , if you can't get into a good secondary school, I'll cut you off."

The big baby covered his head and ducked, and said with a shriveled mouth, "Damn, why are you so fierce? In my commune, not many people are admitted to the junior high school. Are you embarrassing me?"

In these days, it is much more difficult to get into a secondary school than to get into a high school. After the secondary school comes out, you can even pay for the distribution, and you can directly eat the public meal. Everyone is crowded and wants to go in.

Madam Feng put her hands on her hips and threatened, "In short, I don't care. If you don't get into the secondary school, you can repeat it for me until you get it."

Su Wan couldn't bear to make her son embarrassed, so she persuaded her to explain, "Mom, it's not worth the money if there are too many students in technical secondary school. If the eldest child has to take the test, it is better to let him go to the university. After the university comes out, the allocation is also included, and the unit is better than the technical school student. much better."

"Really?" Mrs. Feng's eyes lit up, and after thinking about it, she said with contempt, "I'm afraid this kid is too stupid, he won't be able to get into the technical secondary school, and he still wants to go to university? I tell you, big baby. , you study hard for me, you can't go to college, and I don't break your legs."

Dawa was even more aggrieved. As she talked, she turned from a secondary school into a university, and it made the difficulty abruptly higher. Is this still a real mother, who specially pits her son.

Mengmeng looked at this and that, and found it very interesting, so she laughed "hee hee hee".

Dawa couldn't hold back her face anymore, and Bei'er said aggrievedly, "Sister, why are you laughing?"

Mengmeng stretched out her finger and put a shy shy on her face, "Big brother is stupid, you can't get into college."

"Who said I couldn't get into college?" Dawa was anxious, everyone could look down on him, but his sister couldn't, he absolutely couldn't let her look down on him.

"Just because of what you said, I will be admitted to university even if I die, and set an example for your sister."

Mengmeng immediately clapped her little hands and said, "Okay, grandma said that if she wants to take the exam, she will take the exam, brother, you..."

Dawa was so frightened that she covered her mouth and said, "Sister, you are my own sister, please don't say anything else. Later, my grandma really wants me to take the top spot, which will cost me old age. Life."

Dawa is under a lot of pressure. Why are these two people so confident in him? His grades in the class are at best not at the back of the car, which is far from good.