I was afraid that Jiang Yan would be inconvenient to move, so I specially helped her to the entrance of the alley and felt relieved when I saw her getting into the taxi.

After dinner, I looked at the time on my phone. At 6:13, I took the newly bought SONY notebook, took out the bus card, took No. 66 to get off at Majiabao on the South Third Ring Road, looked around and confirmed the location. While recalling the things, I walked towards the residential community opposite the seafood restaurant. When a familiar red brick building came into my sight, I nodded secretly.

It's here.

The community was from the 1980s and 1990s, with a normal environment and no security guards.

I stopped at a car repair stall at the door and said to the man who was removing the wheels for a mountain bike: "Master, please ask you, do you know how many floors of Uncle Zhou in Building 3 live?"

He shook his head deaf, and then repaired the car.

I blinked and turned into the community. Each building here has five unit doors and six floors. However, I only knew from the TV that the old man with Yuan Blue and White was named Zhou, who lives in Building 3, Majiabao Community, and went door to door. Obviously, it was not a solution. So, in front of Building 3, I continued to ask an old lady sitting on a tricycle and enjoying the cool air: "Auntie, do you know what floors and doors of Uncle Zhou live in?"

The old lady stopped fanning: "Which uncle Zhou? Or is it a hotel repairer?"

I thought about it: "…the watch repairer."

The old lady pointed to the second unit diagonally opposite with the tip of the fan: "Old Zhou lives in 403, but he has retired and will not repair his watch."

"thank you."

I stepped on the steps that were not very flat to the fourth floor, and I knocked on the black Rishang security door on my right hand.

There was no doorbell installed at his house. After waiting for a while, I saw no reply. I increased my strength and knocked it again.

Squeak, the wooden door inside was pulled open toward the inside. It was a middle-aged man in his forties with his head back and small eyes.

I said, "Is Uncle Zhou at home?"

The man looked at me: "My dad went to his old neighbor's house to play chess and he didn't come back at nine o'clock. Who are you?"

"Oh, that's it..." I said in a scrutiny of words: "I heard that Uncle Zhou likes to collect some gadgets, and I am particularly interested in these. If Uncle Zhou agrees, I want to collect a few items and take them back to view. Well, can I go in and take a look?" I thought that I had a simple and honest face and a student, so it would not cause too much repulsion from the other party.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "He didn't plan to sell my dad's stuff, why don't you come over and ask him tomorrow."

Seeing that he was about to close the door, I hurriedly said, "If the thing is good, one thousand and two thousand are not a problem."

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, looked at me again, hesitated and turned back into the room and opened the security door with the key: "Come with me." Following him in, an old lady was watching TV with her eyes squinting in the living room. The middle-aged man said, "Mom, this young man is here to collect things. I'll take him to see what my dad collects, okay?"

The old lady frowned: "I don't care. If you are not afraid of your dad scolding you, you can sell it. Those things are his treasures."

The middle-aged man pondered for a while and still took me into the bedroom to the west.

Behind the wooden double bed was a bookshelves filled with gadgets, agate stones, seals and jade pendants, and small bottles. I glanced at it a few times, and well, there was indeed a lot of things, but none of them were worthless. I didn't find the goal, and I turned my disappointed eyes to the middle-aged man: "Uncle Zhou, are there any old items?"

"old?"

"Well, the longer the years, the better."

"Well, there are, but my dad definitely won't let it sell."

"Can I see it?"

Aunt Zhou also walked into the house, leaned against the door frame and looked at us without saying a word. Uncle Zhou hesitated for a moment, bent down and opened the cabinet door below the bookcase. In vain, a dazzling blue popped up from the wooden support on the lowest level of the partition. It was a piece of porcelain fragments as small as half a palm, round and clear, and it was the Yuan blue and white fragments covering two decorative layers!

I tried not to let that joy fall on my face and said calmly: "Can I take a closer look?"

"Look, be careful not to break it."

The fragment should be a part of the stomach of the complete Yuan blue and white pot. The glaze is tattooed with blue flowers, which is very beautiful. I held it in my hand and played with it for a while. I was secretly happy that I couldn't make it wrong, it was it.

Putting the pieces of porcelain back in place, I pointed at it: "This is good, can you give it to me?"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, Aunt Zhou shook her head firmly: "It must not work. This was given to him by a deceased friend of my old man. He is so precious that he can't sell it."

"You offer a price, as long as it is not too outrageous, it's OK."

Aunt Zhou still waved his hand and said not to sell it. The middle-aged man also said, "If you sell it, my dad will have to fight with me. Well, if other things are not what you like, just go back."

I was unwilling to leave, so I stood up and said, "Although it is a fragment, I really like it the most. Well, 10,000 yuan, do you think it's OK?" In the cultural relics market, the market value of larger Yuan blue and white fragments or fragments with key parts (mouth, bottom) is about 20,000 yuan or 30,000 yuan, and there are also 40,000 yuan. Mr. Zhou's porcelain pieces are a little smaller, and 10,000 yuan is a very reasonable price.

"Ten thousand?" Aunt Zhou seemed to be frightened by me: "Is it so valuable?"

The middle-aged man looked at his mother and looked at me and tentatively said, "That can't be sold, well, if you give 30,000, we can consider it."

Aunt Zhou glared at him: "Where is your dad?"

"I will tell him then." The middle-aged man said to me: "Thirty thousand, one-time price, is it OK or not?"

Facing Uncle Zhou's lion's big talk, I was not at all displeased. After bargaining for a moment, I nodded and said, "Okay, 30,000 is 30,000, the deal will be completed." For me, this Yuan blue and white fragment is bound to be won. Money is not a problem. Not to mention 30,000, even 40,000 or 50,000, I will not blink my eyes as long as he is willing to sell it.

The newly bought notebook comes in handy.

I was afraid that Uncle Zhou would change after coming back late, so I turned on my laptop and managed to borrow the Internet cable and transfer the money to his account using online banking. Unplugged the Internet cable, Uncle Zhou received it from his host computer, and logged in to the Internet banking inquiry, and arrived in real time, with an additional 30,000 yuan.

He popped up a Red Tower Mountain and took two sips, "Take the things away."

"I think I'll wait for your dad to come back." Aunt Zhou was very hesitant.

Uncle Zhou pointed at the computer monitor: "There is money left, mom, don't worry, at most my dad scolds me."

After asking for some toilet paper, I wrapped the porcelain pieces and carefully put them into the mezzanine of the computer bag, saying goodbye and leaving.

Get a piece of it smoothly.
Chapter completed!