Female President's personal doctor

Chapter 14 Acquisition of Kistler
Chapter 14 Acquisition of Kistler
The young man was carrying an old satchel. He was overjoyed when he heard his words. He reached out and took out a stone from his pocket, and carefully placed it on the counter, because the counter was made of glass, so he was afraid it would be smashed.

Gouzi picked up the stone and almost barked?

There is such a strange stone in the world. It is an eagle squatting on a cliff, staring at the next rabbit eager to try.

Gouzi looked at it twice, put it down gently and asked the young man, "What do you do? Where did you pick up this stone?"

The young man said: "My family bought a flock of sheep. I am a shepherd. I walk on the grassy beach every day. There is a dry river stall. There are many strange-shaped stones in it. I picked this stone by accident. How much do you want?" Give me a price."

How much should I pay?

Gouzi scratched his head. If it was assumed that it was an antique and his elder brother would check it, he would always stay in advance and set a price. After the elder brother came back from the country, he would pay the other party the next day, but should this stone be sold? What should I do?Will it sell?

But the more I looked at it, the more I liked it, so I made up my mind to keep it as a rarity, and it would be good to keep it for myself to appreciate.

So he tentatively said, "50 yuan."

The young man was overjoyed and slipped his mouth: "A broken stone can be sold for 50 yuan. There are many strange-shaped stones in the river beach. Next time I come over, I will bring you a few more. You can decide how much."

During this period of time, my eldest brother rides a bicycle every day and goes to the countryside to buy all kinds of antiques, because the roads in the countryside are extremely difficult and bumpy. Every time I come back, my eldest brother is always exhausted and exhausted. All the time they come home empty-handed.

My eldest brother once said that it would be much more convenient if there was a motorcycle, and if you were looking for those remote places, you might be able to find a treasure.

However, motorcycles are extremely difficult to buy these days, and they have become a new treasure. High-end motorcycles are not seen at all. These days, there are suddenly more rich people. There is a beautiful motorcycle, which is a status symbol. Often, whichever beautiful high-end motorcycle is put on, a group of young people will immediately gather around and comment.

The young man in trumpet legs, with a VCR on his hands, swaggered through the market, representing today's fashionable youth.

Sadly there is no stock at all and you can't buy a fancy motorcycle.

Gouzi looked at the stone eagle, the more he looked at it, the happier he felt.

Suddenly a hearty voice smiled: "It's Gouzi, do you own this antique shop?"

Gouzi recognized that it was the county magistrate's father, and he looked extraordinarily energetic, so he immediately took out a stool and asked the old man to sit down.

The old man waved his hand, and began to carefully look at all kinds of antiques on the counter. He stood down in front of the bottle made by Master Zhao and said, "Can I have a look at this bottle?"

Gouzi handed the bottle over, and the old man looked up and down: "This is really a rare product, you should use it as the treasure of your store, and don't put it in public, and why is there some shortage in your shop? Calligraphy and painting?"

Gouzi explained: "I don't know calligraphy and painting, neither does my brother. He and his friends learned some things like appraising porcelain vases and bronze wares. We don't know anything about calligraphy and painting. Besides, is there anyone to buy this calligraphy and painting?"

The old man smiled and said: "You don't understand that, famous calligraphers in ancient times, their calligraphy and paintings are really valuable in foreign markets, and can sell for tens of thousands or even millions of yuan.

Treasures like this are rare to see. Of course, there is a great risk here. If you don’t know how to do it, once you get your eyes on it, I’m sorry you will have to pay for it, because there are many fakes that imitate the famous paintings of ancient people. Pay attention to real skills, most people can't tell the authenticity at all. "

Gouzi asked with a smile: "Hearing what you said, the old man seems to have done some research on this?"

The old man smiled and said, "I'm not going to hide it from you. My name is Zhao Kuanggu. I am a member of the National Calligraphy Association and a qualified appraiser. What I say carries a lot of weight."

While talking lively, the eldest brother broke in, listened to all the old man's words, and immediately grabbed the old man happily and shook his hand: "It turns out that the master is here, I have heard of your name a long time ago, you come to my small shop It's our honor, Gouzi, how did you meet?"

Zhao Kuanggu said: "Speaking of which, Gouzi is still my benefactor, he is the one who cured me."

Gouzi introduced: "This is my elder brother. He opened this shop. We have a joint stock company. Since the old man knows calligraphy and painting, why don't we hire you as an appraiser and give you a monthly salary?" Zhengqiu looked at his elder brother.

Liu Fugui said without hesitation: "The monthly salary is 300 yuan. If you appraise the ancient calligraphy and paintings you bought, after selling them, we will give you a 20.00% commission on the original price."

That's already a terrific number.

Zhao Kuanggu said bluntly: "No problem, I will officially go to work from tomorrow, listen to what my son said, saying that I am not doing my job, playing with pen and ink all day, what is the future.

He doesn't understand it at all. This is Chinese culture. There is a lot of knowledge here, and the knowledge is really profound. "

Only then did the eldest brother notice a stone on the counter, so he picked it up and looked at it: "This stone looks like an eagle. This rabbit seems to be trying to escape. How did it come here?"

Gouzi said: "It was picked up by a shepherd in the river beach. I saw it was good, so I bought it for five dollars. Anyway, I can't sell it. I will treat it as a rare item and keep it for myself to appreciate."

Zhao Kuangwu suggested: "Speaking of the stone culture, people in the south of the Yangtze River pay more attention to the garden culture they make. There are many rockery and strange stones in it, and the bonsai they make is naturally inseparable from the use of stones as a foil. , do styling.

This stone inspired me. I think this is a market with great potential. When the price is very low, buying a large number of them is definitely a profitable business.

And Zhao Fugui, starting from tomorrow, as long as you come across ancient books and ancient calligraphy and paintings in a fellow villager's house, you will buy them, because it is impossible for rural people to cheat, and the more remote the place, the more valuable the things left, even if individual You can't pay much for fake calligraphy and paintings.

There are also some historical books, which are of historical value, which cannot be calculated by money. Even if they are donated to the museum for free, it is still a matter of merit. This person can’t just look at it for making money. "

In the evening, my eldest brother specially invited Zhao Kuanggu to have dinner together. The old man was very happy. Firstly, his health recovered. Secondly, he felt that although he was old, he had found a job that he was willing to do. His retirement salary was not high. 300 yuan a month is really a lot.

The owner of the shop opposite suddenly came over to greet Zhao Fugui; "This street is a big sensation, selling lottery tickets to win big prizes, the first prize is a luxurious motorcycle, worth [-], why don't we join in the fun and buy a few lottery tickets? , maybe if you're lucky you can catch it."

As soon as the eldest brother heard that he was interested, he was short of a motorcycle.

This is a lottery grab event organized by the bank. There are huge crowds of people in front of the door, and there is a lot of excitement. Scratch-off lottery tickets are thrown all over the floor. I heard a host shouting loudly: "There are only two hundred lottery tickets left."

The eldest brother stretched out his hand and said, "I will take care of the rest."

The 400 yuan lottery tickets were scratched one by one, and when the scraping was almost over, there was a first prize, and the happy elder brother told me that I had won the motorcycle prize.

(End of this chapter)