The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

Yan Bugui thought that it looked like he would not be able to earn any money from selling the furniture.

The tables, chairs, and cabinets at home have been used for decades, and they are a bit old, so I said:

"Then where can you buy this furniture, or should you have to re-upholster it?"

"If I don't want to re-print, I'm going to buy some old furniture from a commission store." Yan Jiecheng replied.

"If you buy it in the store, you're buying a used one. You can just use what you have at home, and you can still save the shipping cost."

These days, if you want to buy large items that you can't haul yourself, you have to hire a trolley puller. They are all freelancers.

"When I buy old furniture, I also buy good wood. Even the things in our house have nothing to do with good wood. Even lighting a fire is troublesome." Looking at Yan Bugui, he replied helplessly.

"Hey! What are you talking about? The furniture in our house can be used, so long as it can be used, what else does it matter." Yan Bugui said reluctantly.

Yan Jiecheng ignored him and just kept eating.

The next day was Sunday, and Yan Jiecheng got up early to wash up. Today he planned to go to a commission store to see if there were any old furniture made of good wood, preferably antiques, so that he could make a lot of money in a few decades.

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Pushing the bicycle out of the courtyard.

There are four major commissioned stores in Beijing, Dongdan, Xisi, Caishikou and Beixinqiao, among which Beixinqiao is the most famous for its second-hand bicycles.

I went to Beixinqiao twice before and this time I planned to go to the commissioned store in Dongdan.

Get on your bike and go straight to the Dongdan commission store.

Because it was Sunday, there were people coming and going on the street.

Looking at Yan Jiefang riding a bicycle, his face was filled with envy.

I can't help it, I'm just so spicy.

When I arrived at the Dongdan Commission Store, I went straight to the place where furniture was sold.

As I walked, I saw that there was quite a lot of furniture on display, but not much of it had collectible value. Many of them were from the Republic of China or the 1950s, and the wood used was also very mixed.

As I was walking, I suddenly saw two official hat chairs. I walked over and took a closer look. I touched them with my hands. They seemed to be the early four-year-old official hat chairs from the Ming Dynasty... They were from Huanghuali. I quickly called the clerk to point them out.

Two Chairs said:

"How much do these two chairs cost, comrade?"

"Sixteen yuan, this chair is made of good wood, made of huanghuali," the clerk replied.

"I want these two chairs. Let's put them here first and then I'll look at other things." He took out the money and gave the money for these two chairs.

After giving the money, I continued walking forward and walked around the place where the furniture was placed, but I didn't see any collectible furniture.

So I picked two armchairs from the late Qing Dynasty, a sofa from the Republic of China period, a coffee table, a wardrobe and cabinets from the 1950s, a table, a large double bed, and a dressing table, all in matching colors.

Except for the two huanghuali official hat chairs, which were a bit expensive, the other furniture was very cheap and cost less than a hundred yuan in total. In this era, if one hundred yuan was spent in later generations, it would only buy a few kilograms of pork.

After paying the money and taking the invoice, I went out to call two trucks, loaded the furniture on the trucks, and told the master to just look for Yan Bugui when I got there.

After the explanation, I originally thought about going to the commissioned store in Xisi. I touched the bills in my pocket and thought about it, forget it, and wait until the next salary payment.

Riding a bicycle to the courtyard, people passing by looked sideways. The main reason was that bicycles were so rare in this era. There were only one or two in a compound, which was even less than the cars of later generations. Especially Yan Jiecheng's car was a high-end version.

After matching everything that could be matched, Yan Jiecheng, who was riding a bicycle, enjoyed the gaze.

When I returned to the courtyard, as soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Master Wang and Master Sun leading a few people at work. There were also a lot of cement, sand and wood placed in front of the door of the courtyard...

When I arrived at the door of my house and parked my bicycle, I saw the third aunt walking over in a hurry:

"Mom, the furniture we brought has been put away."

"Put them away. You can't put them in your room, so we put a few in our room." The third aunt replied.

"Just make sure my dad doesn't embezzle money for me," Yan Jiecheng said jokingly.

"Hey, even if your dad is stingy, there's no way he would sleep on your furniture."

"By the way, mom has prepared lunch. The workers will be hungry later."

"Don't worry, you still can't trust your mother, I'll send it to them later."

After the third aunt finished speaking, she went to the kitchen and brought the food to the workers who were working.

"Xie Cheng, are you going to renovate the three-piece house in your house?"

Just as he was about to go back to the room, he heard someone talking. When he turned around, he saw that it was Xu Damao. He didn't know what he was busy with recently, and he was often very mysterious:

"Yes, it's time for me to talk to my partner, so I should hurry up and decorate the house."

"That's right. When your house is repaired, my brother will treat you to a drink sometime." Xu Damao said with a smile.

I thought to myself, this Yan Jiecheng has made a lot of noise against the first master, Silly Zhu, and his gang these few times. Although they are not friends, they are still on the same front. We need to improve the relationship, and we can study the skills of fighting people together.

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When Yan Jiecheng heard that Xu Damao wanted to treat him to a meal, he quickly said with the idea of ​​not taking advantage of the bastard: "Okay, let's have a drink together then. You can just serve the food and I will bring the wine."

"Hey! You look down on your brother, don't you? How can I use you to bring wine? I don't have much else, so I have a lot of wine. When you come, you will be ready." Xu Damao thought to himself, if you dare to take your wine, I will

You have to dare to drink! This bottle of Erguotou is mixed with half a bottle of water. He will feel really uncomfortable after drinking it.

Looking at Xu Damao's expression, Yan Jiecheng knew that Xu Damao was thinking wrong and quickly said, "Okay, then I'll listen to you. I'll go directly when the time comes."

"Okay, it's settled then. Just stay here. I have to go back. My moth is still waiting for me to go back and cook." After saying that, he went straight to the backyard.

Xu Damao is not too bad now, at least he is not disgusting, and he can cook for his wife. In this era, there are a few gentlemen who cook for their wives at home, except for those who are cooks themselves.

"Xie Cheng, are you looking for someone to renovate your house? Do you need me to introduce you to someone?"

Just when I was thinking about something, I heard the uncle calling me.

"Hi! There's no need. My mother is taking care of this for me. You'd better introduce it to Si Zhu. You have to worry about Si Zhu. He's not too young anymore." Yan Jiecheng said, looking at the uncle and squinting his eyes.

"I want to introduce him to Shazhu, but he is too picky. He wants someone beautiful and knowledgeable. Where can I find it for him?" The uncle said helplessly when he thought about Shazhu.

"It's no big deal to pick and choose. Who knows? Zhu Zhu has good conditions. He has a house, a car, money, and a good job." Yan Jiecheng said with a smile.

That's right, Shazhu has now ridden a bicycle. It's the second-hand one that Yan Jiecheng originally bought. Yan Bugui gave the frame to the old man, who matched it with two wheels and gave it to Shazhu, of course.

It was lent to Shazhu, and the money still has to be returned to the first man.