Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

The three of them walked towards Mr. Xu's study. On the way, Qiu Shui and Chang Tian Yi Se said, "I know white glaze and green glaze, but this is the first time I've encountered red glaze.

If it didn’t have a sense of history, it would have been the work of a state-owned factory.”

When he heard the word "red glaze", Yiyechuan's heart moved. Red glaze, could it be... Before he could think deeply, they had already arrived at the door of the study.

The second time I stepped into the study, the environment was just as simple and plain as last time, except that the desk seemed a little messy with several documents piled on it.

Secretary Chen, who is Mr. Xu's confidant, cannot enter here without permission.

Mr. Xu returned to his hometown, making the room look a little messy.

Mr. Xu sat on the chair behind the desk and took out a box from under the desk. The porcelain in the box was exactly the vase he mentioned.

This porcelain is about 40 centimeters tall, with a slender neck and a thick belly. The whole piece is dark red, with only a layer of white luster on the mouth of the bottle. "It's Langyao Red!" Yi Yechuan exclaimed in surprise. With just one glance, he recognized the name of this famous porcelain. "Langyao Red?" Old Xu repeated, his expression full of doubts.

Even Chen Xiangdong looked at it with a puzzled look. He didn't want it to be a factory product since he was giving Old Xu a precious vessel.

If that were the case, wouldn’t that be a big mistake?

Without saying a word, Ye Chuan gently picked up the vase, stared at it carefully, and nodded frequently with more light flashing in his eyes.

After putting down the vase, he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Xu, Director Chen, this porcelain vase is called 'Langyao Red'. It was created by Lang Tingji more than 300 years ago."

"Three hundred years ago, was it the Qing Dynasty?" Old Xu questioned.

Yiyechuan responded: "Specifically, it was during the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, when Lang Tingji was the governor of Jiangxi and supervised the production of royal porcelain. He developed this red glaze, which was commonly known as 'Langhong' or Langyaohong.

Although Langyao Red is rare and of high quality, and the number of its circulation is limited, it is of great collection and academic value. "

Looking at Yi Yechuan, who was an eloquent man, Chen Xiangdong was full of envy.

They all knew that Mr. Xu was very interested in old things that were rich in historical and cultural charm.

Yiyechuan was able to gain Mr. Xu's recognition and appreciation in a short period of time, precisely because of his solid knowledge and profound cultural heritage. "Are you saying that this Langyao Red is extremely valuable?" Mr. Xu understood the implication.

Yiyechuan understood Mr. Xu's intention. If he agreed, then the vase should return to its original owner.

Although Chen Xiangdong was an old subordinate, he was not willing to accept this generous gift that was beyond his ability to afford.

Chen Xiangdong seemed to have understood Mr. Xu's hint, and his eyes turned to Yi Yechuan.

You are the authority on this subject. In today's world, there are very few antiques that can be considered precious.

If we really want to value it, it might be equivalent to about two months' salary for an ordinary worker! "With a monthly income of more than 100 yuan, this price is completely acceptable to Mr. Xu.

Chen Xiangdong let out a long sigh, his eyes full of admiration for Ye Chuan and gratitude for his good sense of proportion.

This porcelain vase will obviously not appear in the store. Ye Chuan said this just to make Mr. Xu happy to accept this gift.

The price Ye Chuan gave was a little underestimated, because when they were visiting Liulichang, his uncle happened to be the owner of an antique shop there, and it was he who bought the porcelain for three hundred yuan.

The seller's boastful talk made him think he had found a great bargain.

After returning home, he consulted some people who had a little appreciation of the art, but they couldn't see what was special about it. They all exclaimed that they had never seen a similar glaze color, which made him extremely depressed.

It can be said that Ye Chuan saved him in a high-level way.

Mr. Xu was very happy to hear the valuation and said with a smile: "Dongzai, if that's the case, I'll take this one!" Chen Xiangdong quickly agreed: "Mr. Xu, in my eyes, this porcelain vase is no different from other porcelains. Only your discerning eyes can recognize its true value."

Boss Xu laughed. Chen Xiangdong's compliment was exactly what he liked.

When they parted, it was around eight o'clock in the evening. Chen Xiangdong drove his jeep and dropped Ye Chuan off at the entrance of an alley near his home and left.

Ye Chuan drank too much tea at Xu's house and found a telephone pole to relieve himself on his way home.

At this moment, a clamor suddenly came from the alley nearby: "Boy, why don't you return the twenty dollars?"

"Ayong, it's clearly two dollars, where did you get twenty?" another voice shouted. "You idiot, you're lending you money and expecting me to pay the interest?" someone else said. "But the interest is too high, it's increased by eighteen dollars in just over a week!" someone complained. "Stop talking nonsense, tell me when you're going to pay me back, or I'll smash your house." The threatening tone gradually became clear. "Ayong, I really don't have any money, I'm still unemployed, where can I get twenty?" the other party retorted.

The other party responded: "I have no obligation to know, you can figure it out yourself! I only give you three days, after this period it will be thirty yuan."

"Ayong, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Chuan heard a clear slap. "Don't tell me so much, come back in three days and give me the money, I don't care where the money comes from!" He smiled when the voice came.

In any era, there are always such gangsters bullying honest people, but he did not intend to intervene. He took out a cigarette, lit it, walked calmly to the direction where the sound came from and took a look.

The gangster with the stick cursed: "What are you looking at? Are you looking for a beating?" and swung the stick in Ye Chuan's direction.

Ye Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He was just passing by and did not expect these guys to be so aggressive and speak ill of anyone they caught.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette and decided to face the gang directly. "Hey, you're pretty arrogant. You dare to come to my house?" The gangster who had said bad things to him showed a sarcastic smile, with a look of disdainful provocation on his face.

There were six hooligans in total, wearing the same army green pants, rubber shoes, short coats with bare chests, cigarettes in their mouths, and they looked like they were not to be trifled with. "Boss Ye, help me out!" The most frightened young man asked Ye Chuan for help.

Ye Chuan was about to speak when he heard a familiar voice.

Following the sound, I saw that it was the person who had been slapped before.

The place where the man was standing was a little dark, and Ye Chuan could not see clearly at first. After taking a closer look, he was surprised to find that it was Ma Jianshe, the eldest son of his backyard neighbor Ma Xieyan.

Ma Jianshe was seventeen years old. After graduating from junior high school, he worked in a paper mill, but was laid off for unknown reasons and has been unable to find a job since then.

Although Ye Chuan felt puzzled at first, because Ma Jianshe had always been honest and hardworking, he did not understand why he was fired, but the relationship between the two was not close, so he did not ask for the specific reasons, and the Ma family did not give any details.

The gang leader A Yong laughed disdainfully: "Hey, you look familiar, no wonder you like to meddle in other people's business, we are all the same!" He said to Ye Chuan: "Boy, did you set the fire?" Ye Chuan ignored Ma Jianshe's request for help and asked him with a smile. "Why? You still want to pay him back?" Then Ye Chuan mocked him: "Your mouth is so stinky, was it because your mother fainted within a few miles when she was pregnant with you?"

Ayong was furious. No one had ever spoken to him so rudely before.

He grabbed the stick and rushed forward angrily, "Boy! Which one are you talking about? Are you tired of living?"

However, Ye Chuan was indifferent and easily grabbed his stick.

Ayong tried hard to pull back the stick, but found that he could not move it, as if it was stuck by a pair of pliers.

Ye Chuan shook him off lightly, took a step closer, grabbed his hair and slapped him three times without hesitation. "You insulted me three times, and I slapped you three times to teach you a lesson!" This shocked A Yong. The three slaps made him see stars and his thinking stopped.

The other four thugs were even more stunned. The boss was easily captured and beaten up without any resistance.

The brave ones shouted, "Let go of Brother Yong!" However, the truly admirable Ayong regained his composure and shouted to his companions, "Don't just stand there! Let's kill this guy together!"

Another slap landed, and Yong's face became noticeably red and swollen, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

The remaining four looked at each other, raised their sticks and followed.

Ye Chuan grabbed A Yong's hair and blocked him in front of him. The stick fell directly on his back. Ye Chuan took the opportunity to kick one of them in the chest, and the situation instantly became three to one.

The thug who had attacked Brother Yong was stunned on the spot. Ye Chuan kicked one of the enemies away, then moved forward and continued to kick, knocking the man heavily to the ground.

The other two were worried about implicating the boss, so they were easily dealt with by Ye Chuan and fell down one after another.

Ayong could only open his mouth wide, as if his scalp was about to be torn apart.

Ye Chuan lifted him off the ground, with a big smile on his face, and said provocatively: "Keep shouting!" A Yong's expression suddenly changed, and that smile looked like a devilish threat in his eyes.

He understood the abilities of his gang of thugs. Even though they were not experienced in the battlefield, they knew how to fight in groups and bully people.

The seemingly gentle boy in front of him could deal with all of them in an instant, kicking four of them and leaving them defenseless. He was really curious: Who is this person? Why did he never know about this unparalleled hero when he was the only one in this area for many years?

"Brother, take your time! I admit it this time!" Ye Chuan grabbed Brother Yong's hair tightly and said in a gentle tone, "Brother? Didn't you call me a brat just now?"

"No, no, no! I was blind and so disrespectful!" Brother Yong apologized repeatedly.

As Ye Chuan let go, he kicked Yong's abdomen fiercely. A "whoosh" sounded, followed by Yong's painful groan, and he fell to the ground, holding his stomach with his hands full of pain. "I despise those of you who bully the weak and fear the strong the most!" Ye Chuan said this angrily.

The five people lying on the ground were silent, fearing that Ye Chuan, the King of Hell, would punish them again. "Jian'er, come here!" Ye Chuan shouted to Ma Jianshe, who was cowering and trembling in the corner.

Ma Jianshe hurried over. This scene also shocked him. He had regarded Ye Chuan as a role model in the academy, the first high school graduate. He did not expect that the usually gentle Ye Chuan could have such a strict side. "Why do you owe them money?" Ye Chuan questioned.

Ma Jianshe responded incoherently: “I just borrowed two dollars from Brother Yong to save two dollars from playing cards with my friends. Who knew that it would become twenty dollars a week later…”