world famous doctor

Chapter 320 Meeting a Fool

After returning to the hospital, it was already late at night.

Zhou Chen couldn't sleep.

Simply, he got up and was looking for a medical book in the room to read.

He opens the pages.

The first page, "Introduction to Home Appliance Repair"?
Huh?
The second page, "Knowledge of Circuit Board"!
I wipe, what is this?
Page three, "New Scientific Discovery: Aliens' Trousers Left on Earth".

What the hell is this?

Keep turning.

"How Sluts Are Made", "108 Ways to Beat and Scold Children", "Maoshan Wall Piercing Crash", "Mummy's Antiseptic Guide"... "Induction Training for Human Specific Functions"...

This... your sister's!

Zhou Chen was so angry that he smashed the book against the corner, pulled the cup, and went to bed!

The east gradually turned pale.

Shen Meng called and asked Zhou Chen to go shopping with her.

They walked while talking, and as they walked, they arrived at the antique market, where everything was sold.

There are blue and white porcelain jars signed as "Made by Emperor Yan", Qin Shihuang's Spider-Man toy, and TV ceramics that are more than 5000 years old... The IQ of counterfeiting is worrying.

A cultural relic dealer setting up a stall saw that Zhou Chen was fascinated and began to promote his cultural relics.

"Hey, little brother, whichever one you see can be sold to you at a cheaper price."

Zhou Chen shook his head.

The dealer picked up a copybook from the stall and asked, "Do you want a copybook, so I can practice my calligraphy well when I go back."

Shen Meng, who was standing beside her, took the copybook and looked at it, "This is..."

The dealer took up the conversation and said, "This is Mishi's "Kaishan Ming", an absolute cultural relic, how about it, this number."

He stretched out five fingers, representing five thousand.

Zhou Chen took the post from Shen Meng's hand and threw it on his stall.

The dealer reprimanded anxiously: "Young man, don't throw away anything, you will have to pay for it if you break it."

Zhou Chen taught him a lesson: "Stop bluffing people with counterfeit products. It would be kind to you not to call the police and arrest you."

He continued to walk forward, Shen Meng asked curiously: "How do you know it's a fake?"

Zhou Chen smiled and explained: "The dealer only had half a bottle of vinegar. What he was talking about was the Chengxintang hand-running scroll on paper created by Mi Fu during the Northern Song Dynasty——"Yanshan Ming", which is rare among his large-character works. Treasures; the founder of Mishi can be said well, and it takes a bit of culture to cheat, I really admire him."

Shen Meng didn't speak, just looked at him with admiration.

Zhou Chen turned his head to look at her, and asked, "What do you mean by looking at me like that?"

"Oh no, you know so much."

After being reminded by Shen Meng, he finally came to his senses, yes, he didn't even graduate from elementary school, yet he blurted out that these educated people don't necessarily have something to study... It seems that this Shennong Baodian is really an all-encompassing book in the world. .

An old man yelled beside him: "Collect waste products, waste cardboard, books and newspapers, old TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, and sell them all."

When Zhou Chen turned sideways to give way to the car, he took a casual glance and saw a ceramic pot among the miscellaneous waste products in the pocket of the tricycle. At a general glance, it looked a bit like an iron, but he could tell at a glance that the ceramic pot had some history.

"Master, wait a moment." He stopped the uncle who collected the waste.

squeak--

The tricycle stopped beside Zhou Chen, and the uncle asked: "Young man, do you have any scraps to sell?"

Zhou Chen shook his head.

Seeing that he was joking around for fun, the old man was going to continue to pedal three rounds and leave.

Zhou Chen pointed to his pocket and asked, "Master, do you sell the ceramic jars in your tricycle?"

"This... er... sell it...why not sell it."

The old man hesitated for a moment, he couldn't help laughing, and wanted to laugh—this ceramic pot was just bought from an old man's house, and the children of the old man thought it tasted great and took up space at home, so they insisted on calling him Help throw it away by the way.

Maybe the chamber pot used by the elderly, used to hold urine, was disgusted by the children because it was dirty and smelly, and they were worried that there was no place to throw it away. Now there are still people who want to buy it. It’s really bad luck. Fortunately, there is no trash can on the way. Otherwise, it would have been thrown away long ago, and the uncle secretly rejoiced that he still kept it.

"You want this?"

The uncle got off the tricycle and pulled the ceramic tube out of the sundries.

Seeing his rough movements, Zhou Chen was afraid of breaking the ceramic jar, so he shouted from the side:

"Master, take it easy, it was scratched!"

"Tch, a broken urinal is really a treasure." The uncle murmured in his throat.

Zhou Chen took the urinal, weighed it in his hand, raised the urinal to his eyebrows, and looked at it carefully, a pungent smell of urine came to his face.The uncle and Shen Meng beside Zhi Xun both covered their noses.

After observation, Zhou Chen discovered that this ceramic jar should be a blue and white ceramic iron fired in the Qing Dynasty, also known as "Tiger". Seeing that the ceramic body has a glaze and a water injection port, it must be a JDZ from the Jiaqing and Daoguang years of the Qing Dynasty. The third generation of products was used until the 60s after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

He squinted his eyes again, and carefully looked in through the water inlet. The inscription "Iron Straight Clothes" was still faintly visible at the bottom of the iron.

This thing is considered a treasure. To put it in jargon, it was picked up and missed today.

Zhou Chen handed the ceramic jar to Shen Meng, and said, "Look, here are..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Meng dodged and pushed away, covering her nose, her tears were almost smoky, she said: "Take it away, it's so smoky."

Although this ceramic pot has been around for a long time, from its beautiful blue-and-white glaze, flat and non-deformed bottom feet, and the adhesion of the pot body similar to the method of inlaying, the cost of these firing processes is far higher than that of casting. The ring foot, lying foot or support foot porcelain.

Except for a few small cracks on the body of this ceramic jar and a special smell of urine, it does not affect its status as a valuable antique.

Seeing Zhou Chen staring at the ceramic pot in a daze, the uncle leaned close to his ear and asked loudly, "Young man, do you want to buy it or not, and don't waste my time if you don't."

"Uncle, how much does this bottle cost? I'll buy it."

The uncle casually stretched out a finger, he thought, a dollar is better than losing a penny.

Uncle's finger is also very smelly, did you tear the paper when you wiped your buttocks?

ignore him.

Zhou Chen was very excited in his heart, he really picked up a mistake, it was only 1 yuan.

He suppressed his excitement and said, "Okay, 1 is 1."

He took out 1 yuan from the bag and stuffed it to the old man. The old man seemed to find it incredible, and after a moment of silence, he carefully stuffed the money into his pocket.

After finishing the work, the uncle pedaled the tricycle suddenly, and a puff of smoke flew away quickly. He looked back from time to time, fearing that Zhou Chen would regret it and call him back again.

"I met a big fool today." The uncle said with emotion, "I made a lot of money!"

Shen Meng was curious, and finally plucked up the courage, pinched her nose with one hand, took the ceramic pot with the other, looked around and said, "Just such a urinal, 1 yuan? You are really rich."

A strong smell of urine wafted out from the mouth of the bottle again, Shen Meng quickly handed it back, and said: "You should take it, the smell of the urinal is so disgusting."

Zhou Chen just smiled, laughing that they didn't understand, and said: "Maybe the master doesn't understand either, and used this antique as a urinal."

Suddenly, a white car with an emergency brake stopped beside them.

A man about the same age as them got out of the car, with a fierce look on his face, looking like he wanted to eat people.

"Nana, let me tell you why you want to break up with me so hard. Why are you looking for a fucking boy?"

Shen Meng's expression changed, and she said angrily: "Be careful what you say to me, Zhang Chong, we have already broken up. Now I have nothing to do with you."

"Break up? I don't agree."

While talking, Zhang Chong walked over and grabbed her wrist.

"Go, come back with me."

Shen Meng was not very strong and was pulled so hard by Zhang Chong that she could not shake him off. She turned her head and looked at Zhou Chen with a pleading look, hoping that he would help.

(End of this chapter)