Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

Wang Qiang has been to this store many times, and each time he was attracted by the antiques, as if he had traveled through time and felt the pulse of history.

"Yes, the light is really great." Wang Qiang replied, with a bit of excitement in his eyes. "I'm thinking about opening an antique collection gallery recently. I wonder if you are interested in working with me?"

Xu Damao's eyes lit up when he heard the proposal. He has always been very passionate about antiques and has always hoped to have a bigger platform to display his collection. "Cooperation? That's great." Xu Damao's voice was a little excited, "I have always wanted to have a bigger place where more people can appreciate these precious antiques. It would be great if you can help me realize this dream."

Wang Qiang nodded, his heart full of anticipation. Although the antique market is full of challenges, he is full of confidence in this business. He believes that through reasonable management and promotion, the antique market can be revitalized. "Then we can start planning," Wang Qiang said, "Let's set up the stall today and see how the market responds. Once we have a specific plan, we will implement it."

The two began to get busy. Xu Damao skillfully placed the antiques and explained the historical background of each antique, while Wang Qiang helped to organize the stall and communicated with customers from time to time. There was an endless stream of people in front of the stall. Wang Qiang looked at the reactions of those customers and gradually understood how to adjust their business plan.

The atmosphere at the booth gradually became lively. A young girl stood in front of the booth and showed great interest in an antique piece of jewelry. Xu Damao enthusiastically introduced the origin and history of the jewelry to her, and the girl was fascinated. Wang Qiang stood by and observed Xu Damao's salesmanship, and gained more insights into how to attract customers.

The afternoon sun shines through the leaves onto the street, making the whole market seem particularly lively. While busy, Wang Qiang and Xu Damao discuss their future plans. Wang Qiang's thoughts are flying, and he has already begun to conceive the blueprint of their antique collection hall in his mind. He hopes that this collection hall is not only a place to display antiques, but also a cultural space that integrates communication, learning, and display.

"What do you think our antique museum should focus on?" Wang Qiang asked, his eyes thoughtful. "I think, in addition to displaying antiques, we can also organize some lectures and cultural activities to let more people understand the background and value of these antiques."

Xu Damao thought about it and nodded. "That's a good idea. Antiques are not just objects, they carry a lot of history and culture. If we can help people better understand these antiques through lectures and activities, we will definitely be able to attract more visitors."

Wang Qiang was secretly delighted. Xu Damao's ideas coincided with his own. Their cooperation was full of possibilities and hope. Wang Qiang's future plans became clearer and he was full of expectations for the future of the antique collection hall.

In the evening, the number of people at the stalls gradually decreased, and Wang Qiang and Xu Damao began to pack up. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the ground, adding a touch of warm color to the market. Wang Qiang looked at Xu Damao, and a wave of affectionate emotion surged in his heart.

"We gained a lot today. Not only did we sell a lot of antiques, but we also found a lot of potential customers." Wang Qiang said with a smile, "The prospects for our cooperation are very good. I am looking forward to the future development."

Xu Damao nodded with a satisfied smile on his face. "Me too. I hope we can successfully push forward the plan of the antique collection museum and bring everyone a brand new cultural experience."

After packing up their stalls, they walked to the end of the market with full achievements and hope. Wang Qiang and Xu Damao chatted along the way, discussing future plans and prospects. Walking in the sunset, their shadows were stretched out, as if foreshadowing that their careers will go further and further in the years to come.

As dusk gradually stained the streets with a layer of golden warmth, Wang Qiang and Xu Damao took a leisurely stroll after closing their stalls. Their conversation still revolved around the plans for the antique collection museum, and their mutual enthusiasm and expectations were particularly evident in this relaxed atmosphere.

"Wang Qiang, how do you think we should plan the opening of our antique collection hall?" Xu Damao asked, walking slowly with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He was full of expectations for the opening of the collection hall, but he also knew clearly that the details of the planning were crucial.

Wang Qiang had a smile on his face, and he had already thought about this question. He paced and said, "I think we can hold an opening exhibition to display our most precious collections, and at the same time provide some lectures and expert exchanges. This will not only attract customers, but also enhance the cultural atmosphere in the museum."

Xu Damao nodded, obviously agreeing with Wang Qiang's plan. He cast his eyes on the buildings on both sides of the street, with a bit of longing in his eyes. "This is a good idea. We can invite some antique appraisers and historians to participate to enhance the professionalism of the event."

Just as they were immersed in the discussion, Wang Qiang's feet suddenly slipped. He had no time to react, and his whole body lost balance and fell straight to the ground. The pain from the impact made him unable to move for a while, and his mind was in a mess.

Xu Damao screamed in fear and immediately rushed to Wang Qiang, "Wang Qiang, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Wang Qiang endured the pain and barely raised his head to look at Xu Damao, forcing a smile on his face. "It's okay, just my ankle hurts a little. Maybe I stepped on something."

Xu Damao was anxiously checking Wang Qiang's injuries. He was flustered and looked very nervous. "Let me see if you have sprained your ankle. There is a rock over here. It looks like you stepped on it."

Wang Qiang was filled with helplessness. He had hoped to relax during the walk, but he had not expected to encounter such an accident. Seeing Xu Damao caring about him so much, he felt a little warm and a little guilty. He did not want to worry his friend, so he tried not to look so miserable.

"It's okay, it's probably just a sprain, it shouldn't be serious." Wang Qiang endured the pain and tried to say it. He looked down at his ankle and saw that it was indeed a little swollen. Although the pain was unbearable, he didn't want Xu Damao to worry too much.

"Let's go to the hospital for a checkup." Xu Damao said firmly, with a look of concern in his eyes. His tone revealed a firmness and worry, "To be safe, let's let a professional doctor take a look."

Wang Qiang wanted to refuse, but seeing Xu Damao's expression, he felt a little comforted. He nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you."