The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

? Finally dealt with the thing that I didn't dare to take home. Zhang Nan estimated that the tablet was another national treasure-level cultural relic.

3000 marks, it seems quite expensive, but it is acceptable.

This would be drinking coffee that didn't taste very good, and thinking about it, it seemed to memorize something again: in the memory of the thing, it seemed that someone spent 4 million to photograph it and finally shipped it back to China.

I can't remember whether it was 4 million RMB or 4 million Euro. Anyway, it happened only a few years before the rebirth. I can't remember whether the things were donated to the country.

However, if the person collects that stuff by himself in the end, then Zhang Nan can only say one thing to him: buddy, you bull!

When the coffee is finished, the three of them don’t know what to do, it’s boring!

"A-Nan, the life of rich people is like this? I have nothing to do all day, just thinking about what to do?"

It was Xiang Weirong who asked him. He has only come into contact with the lives of real rich people these days, and he can't adapt to it all at once.

Not counting in Yanxian, even if he is the richest man in the county, he is too busy to beat his heels every day!

"Who knows, I think it's not bad anyway, it's better than being a buyer in the Materials Bureau."

This next Xiang Weirong also laughed: Most of the six months ago, I had to get up and drive a truck in the dark every day, and I was exhausted, but this would be drinking terrible, dying, bitter coffee by a river in West Germany. This difference is too big. Big.

But Guan Xingquan was similar: After drinking a cup of coffee in two mouthfuls, it was obvious that he was reluctant to waste a cup of coffee while he was drinking it.

There is a soil bun, and the habit of resolutely not wasting can not be changed for the time being.

"By the way, your sister and I said that she should learn to enjoy it, too. Once I went to this company, I was so busy and dizzy that I hadn't been free in the silk factory."

In the past few days, he also called home: the company is running well, and Xiao Jianan has also reported that she has gone to elementary school. She is the first foreign student in the county, and the school and teachers attach great importance to it.

Hearing what the brother-in-law said, Zhang Nan smiled bitterly: "My sister is used to it, so strong! After a few months, I will pay a sum of money to let her recruit more troops. The management must learn from the American experience. It's all about it, so even if you make a lot of money, you will be too tired to panic."

Xiang Weirong shook his head, "I won't worry about letting others take care of her. Besides, it's easy to go wrong."

"Brother-in-law, actually don’t worry about that. We don’t have a loan. If we lose money, we lose money, and it’s hard to lose money from the current situation. As long as the person in charge of the accounts can be trusted, other big problems won’t happen. Besides, if someone is really crazy about doing it. If you go too far, even if you are not afraid of legal investigation, you have to think about whether the company will let him go."

Guan Xingquan smiled on the side when he heard this. He, the security manager, is not a display!

There are many sweatshops in Pengcheng. Of course SC Johnson does not learn that, but the security team composed of veterans is still a little deterrent. Everyone in the company knows that those people are the bosses and The wife's **** confidant.

Zhang Nan is not the boss, but the brother-in-law is.

If someone is cramped and greedy for more money from the proprietress, let alone whether he can stay in Yanxian, he will probably die of unfavorable life!

The treatment is very good, people must have a conscience. Even if you have no conscience, you have to be a little self-aware--As for the guys who don't have either, Zhang Hui won't recruit people, especially the management.

"To tell you the truth, I just came out that company for my sister to play. If one day I get tired and don't want to play, I just sell it. If no one can take over, then shareholding system.

The money that Xiang Weirong and Guan Xingquan had in this meeting has been exhausted for several lifetimes, and there are still more than half a million dollars in the card, not to mention that the company has already produced benefits. The monthly profit is in the eyes of today's Huaxia people. It's an astronomical number!

And Zhang Nan didn't want his share of dividends at all, so he put it on the company's account and used it for his sister.

Zhang Hui also knew in her heart that the younger brother with tens of millions of RMB would not look down upon him at all, and she was not welcome, so she kept an account, all as liquid funds were being used.

After talking for a while, sitting down is not an option.

"Go, go to the flea market again. I've only been around halfway through just now, so I'll see it all."

Xiang Weirong and Guan Xingquan couldn't stay free, so they went back and continued.

After finding a taxi, the three of them returned to the market and continued to wander around.

But an hour later, when the stalls were all finished, Guan Xingquan bought a 19th-century silver pocket watch among the three.

It's not a baby, I bought it when I saw it was pretty, and I can go.

There are also a few second-hand goods shops nearby, but they are all European second-hand goods, which is of little interest, but Zhang Nan saw a very familiar gold coin.

One question, it was originally cast during the Kingdom of Bavaria, and it is currently worth 8,000 German marks.

I didn't buy it. There were at least a dozen of the same in the wagon in the warehouse.

"The three are Chinese?" the shop owner asked.

"Yes, there is a problem?"

"Of course there is no problem. I have a Chinese Buddha statue here. If you are interested, please take a look."

Of course Zhang Nan is interested, but the shop owner obviously didn't treat it as a treasure before, or no one bought it: a pile of Western silverware was blocked behind a showcase, and the three of them hadn't seen it just now.

Take it out and see that it is a bronze white Tara Buddha statue with a height of 15 or 6 cm. The craftsmanship seems to be from the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and the craftsmanship is not bad.

"How much?"

"Twenty thousand marks."

Zhang Nan turned his head and left. Xiang Weirong and the two immediately followed, ignoring the shopkeeper's remarks made by the shopkeeper.

"What birdman, two hundred marks are about the same! It seems that there are black shops everywhere, I really think we are local tyrants! We are crazy for money!"

Although Xiang Weirong and the others don't understand what "local tyrant" means, they are still condemning the black-hearted shopkeeper!

A few decades later, the Chinese local tyrant might actually spend 20,000 Euros to invite the white Tara back, but Zhang Nan is not a local tyrant. The Buddha statue was only worth 200,000 yuan in 2015.

However, the local tyrants are not short of money, and 20,000 euros are not considered a loss.

As for the 20,000 German marks for this meeting?

That's the shopkeeper's brain convulsions!

I don’t have to go shopping anymore. I plan to go back to the Four Seasons Hotel for Chinese food. I suddenly thought of something while walking, and said to Xiang Weirong: "Brother-in-law, I remember you said that you would have transported that stuff when you were a car soldier."

"Buddha statues? There are dozens of cars. They were pulled twice in a row, and they were all returned to the steelmaking plant in La Rong City. It is a pity now."

Xiang Weirong also crackled a lot: the big one weighs a few hundred catties, and the small one weighs three to five catties. It is said that the earliest statues were from the Tang Dynasty. At the latest in the Qing Dynasty, none of the auto soldiers asked for one, only a fellow from the cooking class asked for one.

There are only two things that need to be counted for the transportation of supplies by the auto soldiers in the southwest. One is the military fur coats in the army, and the missing one must be traced.

The other thing is of course a car of weapons and ammunition: once this thing is pulled to its destination, the auto soldiers will ask the border troops to come back in a small amount.

The bullets of the border troops are consumables. Even if they don't need so much for daily training, they must be polished. Anyway, they will never be brought back to the mainland!

And the auto soldiers use bullets to hunt, rabbits, wild pigeons, bears, snow leopards, deer...whatever they fight, there will be no protection regulations!

For example, after 1976, local hunting teams were banned from hunting snow leopards, but the troops in the next two to three years did not miss it: Xiang Weirong defeated a snow leopard in 1978.

The bones were given to people for soaking in wine and used as tiger bones. As for the leopard skins, the common people dipped them and gave them to a friend near the station.

The man was a middle school teacher, with poor health and rheumatism, and suffered a lot in winter. Leopard skin made vests and knee pads, this rheumatism is worth it!

As for leopard meat?

While dealing with the killed snow leopard at the military station, the Tibetan mastiff raised in the military station wanted to break free from the iron chain and came out desperately. The local dog raised by the nearby people groaned with their tails between them, so scared to death!

The other soldiers are evasive, and the smell is so angry!

In martial arts novels, the heroes grilled tiger meat and leopard meat. Those heroes probably not only have no sense of smell, but also their sense of taste must be made of steel!

It's a bit far away, just count the number of fur coats and weapons and ammunition. As for other supplies, it can only be haha!

A car of oranges pulled from the Xichuan Basin to the west of Tibet, and half a car left at the destination is luck, because the vegetables are either frozen or rotten on the way. Chinese cabbage can rot most of the car for you.

No way, because of the weather-general coldness is not a problem. The problem is that the cattle died from freezing up in the mountains, and the temperature in the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon became warm again. Tossing up and down like this for more than ten days, no fruits and vegetables can withstand it!

Many things can't be measured. As long as the supply of troops is guaranteed, the amount that is pulled counts, and even the transportation of goods that will not be damaged has become this virtue.

So in the 1970s, the auto soldiers over there used sugar as a gift: the place was short of sugar, but the troops were okay. A sack of one hundred catties, transport one bag at a time, drop one bag in one class at a time, if everyone let go of the soaked sugar water, make sure that all of them will have cavities!

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"A car of bronze Buddhas was dismantled and half of the car was unloaded and no one cared about it. Anyway, I didn't weigh it and didn't count the quantity. Some of them were pretty beautiful. But at the time, who wanted that thing?

It’s a shame to sell it out as scrap copper. It’s okay to eat and drink. That’s the advantage of the country, and it’s going to be dealt with! "

After listening to my brother-in-law, Zhang Nan asked, "Is it okay to take it home?"

"As long as you can use things, don’t overdo it, who cares? But copper is recycled and there are shells. I remember that even if you pull it back after using it, as long as the shells are over 85mm in diameter, they must be counted. Otherwise, the soldiers will be able to complete it for you, and even the artillery will have to take it."

"Why?"

Xiang Weirong curled his lips and said: "The shell of the shell is the best brass. It can come in handy when you take it home. The coppersmith cuts it out and welds it as the hoop of the barrel. It's best if you have the new one in your house. The copper rim on the used toilet is made of the 152 howitzer shell I brought back from the army. Your dad keeps it for you to take your wife..."

Speaking of this, Xiang Weirong was a little bit emotional.

"Didn't you say that bullet shells are piece-counted?"

"Relatively, it's nothing for the auto soldier to ask for a few cartridge cases. Some are methods. Don't be too much like it. By the way, during the transportation of the Buddha statue, a deputy company commander of the company next door was stunned. There were dozens of fixed numbers in his car. In the end, he stole one of the pure gold Buddha and sent it home and hid it, weighing eighteen kilograms.

It took a few months to find out ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The military court sentenced it to seven years! That kid is still closed when I change jobs. "

When Zhang Nan heard this, he thought to himself: What kind of person is this! Randomly choose a few copper Buddhas with complex and beautiful craftsmanship to go home. After a few decades, one of them was properly hundreds of thousands or millions. As a result, he was greedy for gold and put himself in prison.

People have no back eyes!

However, Zhang Nan thought of the bronze Buddha where the cooking soldiers were leaving. Xiang Weirong hadn’t said where he was going. Guan Xingquan interjected, “I know that man, he is my fellow and also from Jiaojiang, otherwise I’m embarrassed to ask. The squad leader asks for a fun. This person is a bit clumsy, but he has good hands-on skills, and sometimes he has some special ideas.

He took the bronze Buddha home and made a lamp post, which he frustrated pretty beautifully with a file, it would still be used. "

Zhang Nan is speechless now: the bronze Buddhas are basically hollow, and the files are rubbed brightly. Using an electric drill to make a hole on the top and put on the wires, it can really be a lamp post. It is not only beautiful, but also durable!

But the smell is getting worse the more I think about it!

What is this all called! (To be continued.)