Under the Zhengyangmen: The opening system let me collect the trash

After agreeing to help Han Chunming, Cai Xiaoli and Li Chengtao had a meal with Han Chunming.

Afterwards, the three left separately, and made an appointment to meet again when they got off work tomorrow afternoon.

On the second day, Han Chunming originally wanted to collect the bicycles, but after thinking about it, he had not formally resigned from the junk collection company, so it would not be good if he just let go.

Furthermore, this is barely a legitimate occupation, and it can also be regarded as a cover.

So Han Chunming went to work as usual, but he gave Sister Ma three yuan to help look after the booth, and lay down by himself, sleeping leisurely.

At noon, a woman came to the booth in a hurry and said to Sister Ma, "Sister, please show me this bottle. How much is it worth?"

As she said that, the woman also took out a vase wrapped in a scarf and put it on the cart.

Sister Ma looked at it carefully, but couldn't see anything, so she could only helplessly say: "I can't see this thing, but this kid can. I'll wake him up for you."

So Sister Ma called Han Chunming up and asked him to look at the bottle for the woman.

"This vase..."

Han Chunming took the vase and looked at it carefully, and finally recognized that it was produced by an official kiln in the early Qing Dynasty.

Although the early Qing Dynasty is not very far from this era, and the vase has no poems and is still damaged, it can still be regarded as a good thing in the future.

A conservative estimate, 10 yuan.

But in this day and age... nothing.

"Sister, your vase is worth five yuan."

Han Chunming took out five yuan and put it in the woman's hand.

The latter breathed a sigh of relief, and said excitedly: "Thank you little brother, my man is sick and needs this money to save his life. I thought he was worthless."

"Then you're lucky enough to meet me. If it were Miss Ma next to me, I'd probably give you fifty cents."

Han Chunming joked.

Hearing this, Sister Ma didn't like it very much, but thinking about it, she really didn't have that ability, and couldn't recognize anything good or bad, plus the three yuan that she was given to look at the stall during the day, she didn't care.

"Thank you, thank you."

The woman looked at how well-bred she was, and bowed to thank her again and again.

Seeing this, Han Chunming suddenly had an idea, took out another five yuan from his pocket, and put it in the woman's hand: "Sister, your family is difficult, so I will give you another five yuan. If you have anything else in your family, you can take it all." Send it to me."

"Thank you so much, I happen to have something at home, I'll go back and get it."

The woman accepted the money excitedly, turned and left.

When he was far away, Sister Ma asked in confusion: "Chunming, why did you get rich and give someone an extra five yuan? I think that broken bottle is only worth one yuan. You lost several yuan today. It's not for nothing." A week?"

In his opinion, what Han Chunming did was no different from committing suicide.

"It's a pity that I also admit it."

Han Chunming replied with a smile, thinking that you know a lot about knitting, that woman looks very educated, and the family must be unusual.

But now that she was in a sudden disaster, since the woman was willing to sell antiques, he, Han Chunming, would give her five yuan more, and she might be able to get more good things.

after an hour.

Sure enough, the woman returned, still carrying a leather suitcase that looked very decent during the Republic of China period.

When they came to the front, the woman put the suitcase on the cart, and took out a pen, hairpin, and a painting inside.

Han Chunming looked at them one by one.

The pen was nice, jade, and otherwise nothing special.

And although the hairpin is not inlaid with gold and silver, it can be seen that it is not something from this century, and it is also very valuable.

As for that painting...

Han Chunming unfolded the scroll, and a few fragments fell down. He was so frightened that he quickly rolled up the scroll, collected the fragments, wiped them lightly, and put them back in the suitcase.

"I said, sister, why did you even bring over the broken ones?"

Sister Ma joked with a smile.

"I... I was also impatient..."

The woman was a little embarrassed, looked at Han Chunming, and asked eagerly, "How much can these be sold for?"

"Five yuan for the pen, ten yuan for the hairpin. As for this painting, I will accept 15 yuan."

Han Chunming offered a high price.

Although some parts of the painting just now were broken, he could see clearly that it was a picture of Mount Tai painted by Wu Daozi.

This painting can be described as priceless.

Now that it is broken, it is worthless in the hands of others, no different from waste paper, but in the hands of Han Chunming, who has the ability to restore, this is still a priceless painting.

"It's 30 yuan in total, elder sister, go slowly."

Han Chunming took out 30 yuan and put it in the woman's hand.

"Thank you, thank you, it really solved my family's urgent need."

The woman took back the money, put it carefully in her pocket, bowed to Han Chunming, and then left quickly.

"Tsk tsk, things are impermanent."

Han Chunming sighed, looked back, and put the jade pen, hairpin, and the picture of Mount Tai into the suitcase.

The woman was in a hurry to leave just now, and she forgot to ask for her suitcase.

But it happened to be reserved for Han Chunming.

A few more hours later.

Han Chunming opened his eyes, looked at the sun that was gradually setting, guessed that it was time for Cai Xiaoli and the others to get off work, so he prepared to close the stall and go home.

While tidying up, Han Chunming remembered one more thing, and said to Sister Ma: "Sister, I remember that your sister has a small courtyard to rent, have you rented it out?"

"How can I rent it out? I'm still looking for it for her. The broken courtyard leaks when it rains, and the wind leaks. Who can rent it out?"

Sister Ma replied helplessly.

"I rented it."

Han Chunming put ten yuan in Sister Ma's hand.

Although Sister Ma didn't know why, since Han Chunming was willing to rent, she had nothing to say and could only agree.

"It costs ten yuan to rent for a year, and the key is here."

Sister Ma handed the key to Han Chunming.

After receiving the key, Han Chunming left directly to pick up Cai Xiaoli and Li Chengtao who were off work, and took them to the yard he rented just now.

As Sister Ma said, this garden is not bad, but it is a yard anyway.

Just right for a place to do business.

"You two, the general process is to collect the car, bring it here, and after I fix it, you can sell it."

Han Chunming and Cai Xiaoli and Li Chengtao explained the process of the business he wanted to do.

"clear."

Cai Xiaoli nodded.

Both she and Li Chengtao knew that although Han Chunming said it was easy, it was not so easy to do.

Collecting bicycles and reselling them is speculative. If they are caught, they will not be shot, but a report of criticism is indispensable.

Therefore, when the time comes to collect and sell, she, Cai Xiaoli and Li Chengtao, need to be careful and figure out the way inside.