Rebirth of the Auto Giant

Chapter 11 Mingcheng Hua Doucai Chicken Cup

"After Shan Xiongxin was executed, Xu Shiji was hit hard. Later, in order to commemorate his old friend, Xu Shiji privately made an incense burner and kept it in a side courtyard of his home. He burned incense for Shan Xiongxin every New Year and festival. This later

There are records in many folk essays of the Song Dynasty."

"The incense burner in front of me is the one cast by Xu Shiji."

Mr. Lin looked at the copper stove in front of him and talked slowly.

"Hey, dear, this is a good thing. Shan Xiongxin is different from Luo Cheng. Luo Cheng is a character made up by the author, but Shan Xiongxin is a real historical figure." Wang Shi saw Shan Xiongxin's face when he was watching "The Heroes of Sui and Tang Dynasties".

Even though he died, I felt that it was not worth it for him.

It's such a sad big brother that such a loyal brother ended up like this.

"This is something from more than a thousand years ago, and it has such a true story. It's a good thing." Wang Shi was very satisfied. That's what antiques are like. There are real historical stories and the most important thing is that there are inscriptions. This is very important. This is very important for antiques.

Studying the figures of the Sui and Tang Dynasties has very high archaeological value. "No, Shan Xiongxin was executed by the emperor's order. How could Xu Shiji be so bold? Isn't he afraid of being discovered?"

"This is an incense burner. It is used to worship ancestors. Who would be so bold as to look at the incense burner on someone else's shrine? Doing so means that the two families are mortal enemies. Besides, there is a layer of incense ash on it. Who can find it?" Mr. Lin.

said.

"That's right." No wonder Cheng Yaojin called him an expert. Xu Shiji was indeed a strategist with a flexible mind and courage.

"Okay, my mission for today is completed." Mr. Lin clapped his hands and said.

"Let Zhengtang come over and call me from now on, and I will come over. You don't have to bother coming here."

"Is it because I feel sorry for your bowls of mung bean soup?" Mr. Lin asked back.

"No way, I'm afraid you'll be tired." The weather was so hot. Wang Shi really wanted an old man to come all the way on a tricycle. If he had anything to do, he could just ride there by himself.

"Oh, by the way, when I went to a house to collect rags the day before yesterday, I heard the news that they had a Mingchenghua Doucai Chicken Cup in their house, but he had been unwilling to sell it. Now I heard that his boy wanted to

You need a sum of money to get married, so I'll take you there to have a look, and you can also bring all your family assets to see if the price he offers is suitable."

What!

Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup?

This is a big deal. In modern times, would it fetch 300 million or 800 million?

This is something only for the emperor.

The Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup is an art treasure among traditional Han ceramics and was the royal wine cup of Emperor Chenghua of the Ming Dynasty.

"Wait while I get ready and get up immediately." Wang Shi heard that it was a Doucai Chicken Cup. The reputation of this little thing is really too great. If you go late and someone jumps on you, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

"You two, let's go. I'm not leaving anyway." Lei Zi lay on the bed and didn't want to get up. The water-cooled fan whirred and sprayed cold water mist, and he drank Coca-Cola. It was as refreshing as he wanted.

Time was of the essence, Wang Shi was ready and went out directly with Mr. Lin, leaving Lei Zi and Lin Zhengtang behind.

Wang Shi rode a tricycle and Mr. Lin sat on the tricycle.

In the past, he was a formal official in a state-owned enterprise. He suddenly resigned and started collecting scraps from the shabby forest. Even the neighbors could not understand Wang Shi's sudden change.

"Isn't this the boy Wang Shi from the Red Star Machinery Factory? Why are you collecting the scraps?"

"I know this. He lives in a courtyard in our alley. You don't know, but he is a real prodigal. He works a regular job and gives in when asked. I don't know how his parents taught him. Now he is just sitting at home.

I had nothing to do all day, and when I saw the rags in front of me, I guess I went to collect the rags with him." Some people who knew Wang Shi told Wang Shi that he asked Huang Ziming to take over the work, and when they saw Wang Shi's beautiful mountain bike, they didn't forget to say that Wang Shi and

Mr. Lin went to collect the rags together.

"Oh, today's young people are really becoming more and more incomprehensible. It's really hard to figure out how to leave a good job and collect rags instead of doing it." After hearing this, an old woman said with a look of hatred.

Under the attention of passers-by, Wang Shi followed Mr. Lin for twenty minutes and stopped in front of the gate of a courtyard.

There are a pair of stone gates with drums on both sides of the gate. There are two pairs of red doors on the lintel. The vermilion paint on the gate has fallen off. There are two thick bronze pavements on the gate that look like bracelets.

The ancestor of this family was at least a third-grade general or below.

There are strict regulations on the number of household pairs and the level of official positions. For officials below the third rank, there are two, that is, a pair. For the third rank, there are four, for the second rank, six, and for the first rank, eight. Only the emperor has nine. Jiuding

The meaning of respect.

"This is the family. I heard that our ancestors once produced high-ranking officials of the fourth grade, but they have fallen into decline in this generation." Mr. Lin looked at the door and said.

You can see it.

The door was not closed, and the two of them walked directly in.

"Old man Zheng, are you at home?" Mr. Lin entered the yard and shouted loudly.

"Not dead yet." An old voice came from the house, and soon an old man in his sixties or seventies came out, wearing an old blouse and slippers on his feet, "Things can't be sold, Lin Taoshao

If you come here to sell something today, you should get out of here as soon as possible." After that, he turned around and went back.

"Don't say that. It's a broken bowl and you can't eat it. Why keep it? It's going to give birth to babies." Mr. Lin followed and turned to signal Wang Shi to follow, "The price is negotiable."

"Nothing to discuss."

Yes, he is a stubborn old man. It seems that he is a bit anxious today.

The other party went back to the house and fell asleep without making another sound. Mr. Lin was not embarrassed either. Zilaishu said, "I brought a friend over today. His name is Xiao Wang. He wants to sell that thing. Can you give me a price?"

, let’s discuss it.”

"Hmph!" The other party glanced at Wang Shi who was sitting at the gate and snorted, without saying anything.

"Mr. Zheng, I sincerely like that chicken cup. Give it to me. You can give me a price and see how much it costs." Wang Shi was not as shameless as Mr. Lin, and he said very awkwardly.

The next three didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Grandpa, are there guests at home?" A young man's voice came from the yard, and a young man of the same age as Wang Shi appeared at the door.

"I'm not a guest, I'm here to buy our chicken cup." Mr. Zheng said when he saw his grandson coming in.

"The visitor is a guest." The other party nodded to the two of them and looked at his grandfather, "Grandpa, how much do you want to bid?"

"I said I won't sell it."

"Grandpa, what's so good about a broken bowl? Is it worthy of being so treasured by you? Now look at the situation at home. You are counting on a broken bowl to live your life. My marriage to Yue Xin is coming soon. Let's see, the price offered by the other party

It's suitable for us to sell it." After the young man finished speaking, he came to the bedside and begged, "Grandpa, which one is more important, the great-grandson or the broken bowl?"

When Mr. Lin saw the young man's words, he looked at Wang Shi with an expression that seemed to indicate he was having fun.

When Mr. Zheng heard his grandson's words, his eyes widened.

Why didn't the grandson know what his grandfather meant? He signaled the other party to stop talking, turned around and looked at Wang Shi, "What do you call him?"

"No need to give your surname Wang."

"Mr. Wang, I wonder how much you plan to spend on my bowl?"

"This, how much do you think it's worth?"

"Two hundred." The other party pointed up two fingers.

It's not a lot of money, in Wang Shi's opinion.

This is an antique worth hundreds of millions. Others don't know that Wang Shi knows too much, but he can't let it go. "Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

Mr. Lin knew that Wang Shi didn't know the market price and wanted to listen to him, so he said: "Two hundred yuan is too expensive. You can buy a very good bicycle with two hundred yuan, you know."

"Yeah, besides, I don't have that much money."

After hearing Wang Shi's words, the other party continued: "I need money urgently now, and I won't sell it for less than this price."

"I heard that you are in urgent need of some money to get married. So, I have an industrial certificate here, plus one hundred and fifty dollars, and I can buy your chicken cup, okay?" Adding one hundred dollars to myself, the total is 264.8, which is also 264.8.

You can buy it, but you always have to leave some money to spend, and you still have two industrial coupons with you, so you can sell this.

"Do you have an industrial paper?" When the other party heard about the industrial paper, he suddenly became energetic.

Industrial rolls are exactly what I need most now. Whether I want to buy a bicycle or a sewing machine, I need industrial rolls.

"That's it." Wang Shi took it out.

"In this case, plus this industrial paper, I will take a step back and say one hundred and fifty." He made the final decision, "If it doesn't work, I'll ask you to go back."