Chapter 562: Always Honest

Wang Yan opened the drawer, took out a one-yuan note and put it on the table, then pushed the drawer shut: "Don't worry about paying it back. You probably didn't use this money to supplement your family income, but you must have seen something. You haven't arranged your job yet, so you can pay it back when you get a job and get paid."

"Hey, thank you, Your Highness." Han Chunming clasped his fists and asked, "You know so many people, how about you help me?"

"What's the use of knowing so many people? Why do you think they give me face? It's because I have no ties, I'm alone, and I've practiced a few tricks, so three or five people can't get close to me. If I really have a lot of friends, then I'm ignorant. The gangsters are all a bunch of idle alley vagrants. To be honest, the old soldier, our status is not enough for them, and it's good enough to be able to get some good food and drink.

Besides, we are all in our twenties now, and we are still acting like we were in our teens before? If you give me face, you can call me master like you, and if you don't give me face, I won't Is he a grandson? They either go to the army or do odd jobs in some units, so how can I have a say?

And now there are so many old people returning to the city, looking for connections everywhere to ask for favors, how can I have a say? Don't you think about it, if I really have that ability, I won't have to go to the food factory to repair equipment, it's because of my father, who took special care of me and let me be an apprentice, otherwise I don't know what I would do. "

Wang Yan shook his head: "Don't count on me, but I remember that Yang Huajian's father seems to have some ability, you go to him to study."

"Why haven't you found him? He is free now, how can he take care of me. "Han Chunming sighed: "I'd better wait for news from Cheng Jianjun's father. His father promised to help find a solution. Well, I won't disturb your elegant mood of drinking, I'm dizzy. "

After speaking, he carefully moved the stool. This is made of Huanghuali, and his butt is hot when he sits on it. After putting the stool away, he went out.

Wang Yan smiled, turned on the radio on the table, listened to the news, and drank a little wine in a small wine glass that might be worth hundreds of millions in the future.

The most famous Chenghua Doucai is the Doucai Chicken Cup, which was auctioned for more than 20 million Hong Kong dollars in the real world. His is not as unique as the Chicken Cup, but because there are not many Chenghua porcelains handed down from generation to generation, less than a thousand pieces, and his is a set of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, and the appearance is extremely intact. The total price of the four pieces sold together must be much higher than the Chicken Cup. As for whether there is such a set handed down in the real world, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he has it now, and it is used by the official kiln and the court.

So in the end, this time the living father treated his good son well. With the things in his room, if he just eats and waits for death, he can have a net worth of hundreds of millions in the new millennium.

Even if he was alone, he had to eat well. So, he drank half a catty of wine leisurely, ate up the bean sprouts and fried meat, got up and cleaned up the dishes, washed the remaining sorghum rice again, poured out the water and put it in a basin to drain. It is midsummer now, this is to avoid it from going bad tomorrow morning. It is rare to go out for breakfast at this time. First, it is not easy to buy, and second, it is too expensive.

Of course, when it is so hot, this rice must still have a bit of taste after being left overnight, but it is definitely edible. Not to mention Wang Yan's current body, even if he was so weak and powerless before, it would be no problem. After all, when he was a child in the village, sorghum rice, millet and so on were all eaten like this.

After cleaning up, Wang Yan lit a Huazi and staggered out with the trash can.

It was just getting dark now, and the Han family in the main house was very lively. The whole family had returned and were eating meat dumplings. After passing the back house in front and going out, there were many people gathered at the small shop at the corner of the street, sitting on their own small stools or some large stones scattered here. Some people were fanning themselves with palm leaves and chatting lively.

Under the street lights on the electric poles, there was still a circle of people. It was not difficult to understand from the "general pulling the car" heard in the crowd that they were playing chess.

Wang Yan carried the bucket and walked through the crowd with a smile. Uncle Zhang, Aunt Liu, Uncle Qian, Aunt He, and Brother Lu greeted him.

People also responded with a smile. After he left, the group began to turn the topic to Wang Yan. What this child has a hard life, this child has a good physique, this child is capable, this child's good studies have been delayed, and all kinds of nonsense...

The place to dump garbage is not far away, a few dozen meters outside the street, there are special garbage bins for centralized disposal, and a little further away, there are public toilets. The place where the five grains are recycled is also used by so many people nearby. Of course, some are particular and some are not, and their qualities vary, so it's just like that. The relevant personnel cleaned up very diligently, and there was still a place to step.

"Prince!"

Wang Yan was pouring dirty water and heard someone calling him. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. At the corner not far away, a thin and malnourished flat-headed boy waved at him.

After spitting out the cigarette butt in his mouth, Wang Yan turned the bottom of the bucket twice to empty it, then left the garbage dump and walked towards the boy: "Monkey, what's the matter?"

This guy is actually called Li Hailong, which is a rather domineering name, but because of his skinny figure, he naturally got the nickname of Monkey. He is also in his twenties, but because his family background is not good and there are limited job opportunities, he has become a gangster as expected, but he has not done anything bad, just being ruthless and fighting, and not harming anyone.

Now he is hanging around Shichahai, where there is a black market that has been passed down since the Republic of China. In this era, everything needs to be paid with tickets, and it is not easy to spend money even if you have money, and it is not easy to buy things, so naturally this place has become active again. Some people take some items to exchange for money, some need to exchange for national tickets, and some children at home need to supplement nutrition. There are all kinds of things. This kid has a small gang, and he brings a group of people to trade tickets, or get some agricultural and sideline products, and it can be considered a small business in secret.

In this era, doing this job is of course a person who is not short of money, but always worried.

"I just happened to see you. Today is the day for the market to open. I wanted to ask you if you would go?"

"I would have forgotten if you hadn't said it." Wang Yan patted his forehead, shook his head and smiled: "Forget it, I won't go. I'm a little tired from work these two days, and I drank wine at night. You guys do your own things. If there are any good things I can use, just help me keep an eye out for them."

This thing is like going to a market. There are rules, such as three, six, nine, two, four, eight, etc. Of course, there are only a few larger places or places with more things. This is because there are people behind, so there are so-called rules. However, there are so many people in the capital, and there are too many people who need it every day. Naturally, there are large and small trading markets that are formed spontaneously, which are impossible to control.

Of course, it's not that there is no management, but it's just to catch them regularly and complete the tasks. In addition, people's focus is not on these ordinary people. Now it's already in the late stage, and it's not as strict as it was at the beginning. And to a certain extent, this is also a spontaneous adjustment by the people. The road cannot be completely blocked, there must be some openings.

So in fact, secretly, the market in Beijing is also quite prosperous. After all, people here are more sensitive, and the sensitivity to tightness is very strong.

"Okay, Your Majesty, you are busy, I'm leaving."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, and swayed the bucket in his hand back home.

From the monkey's attitude towards him, you can tell that he is not working honestly in the food factory. Otherwise, no matter how famous he used to be, it would be impossible for such a profitable trader with several younger brothers to be so respectful to him. Strength always speaks. When I was young, I looked at personal force. Now I am in my twenties, and it is useless to be able to fight. It depends on who has the ability. Obviously, he is still capable.

According to the identity given by his father, he is so powerful, of course, not for nothing. He still has a few loyal younger brothers who implement his instructions in depth. He does everything from trading tickets to collecting antiques. Anyway, he is not poor, let alone bullied. After all, he watched him grow up, so his father understood him...

After he put the bucket at home, he didn't stay in the house, but fanned himself with a folding fan and went out to watch people playing chess. It was still early, just past six o'clock, not yet time to go to bed, and there was no entertainment. It was hot and the house was stuffy, otherwise why would they stay outside to feed mosquitoes?

Although he watched TV dramas before coming here and worked a day, he was not sleepy now, so he went out for a stroll to feel the authentic atmosphere of the old capital in the 1970s.

He fanned himself and strolled to a group of people playing chess, and stood behind to watch the excitement.

One of the parties was Guan Laotou. He sniffed and looked up at Wang Yan who was standing outside, and then continued the game.

This old Guan is quite capable, and he still has thirty years to live. To be honest, except for his son and daughter-in-law who are not filial, he is the most comfortable one in the play. He is older and older, and they all provide for him. Besides, he is a real old man. Although he seems to have no relationship with the old man in the play, he has some connections according to his status.

After watching for more than an hour, fewer people came one after another. This is the work and rest schedule of this year. At seven or eight o'clock, I lie in bed and talk about family matters with my family. I don't turn on the lights because electricity is expensive. Four cents per kilowatt-hour, which means at least one dollar a month. At this time, the average salary of people is only 20 or 30 yuan, and a pound of fat meat is only 70 or 80 cents. I can't bear it.

Of course, Wang Yan will not go to bed so early. He is still watching this. It's only seven o'clock now. He plans to go back at eight o'clock.

At this time, Han Chunming ran over from the yard and squatted beside Wang Yan who was smoking.

Lao Guantou looked up and said, "Sun thief, is there something wrong?"

"Ah."

"Come on, boy, give me a few tricks." Lao Guantou stood up and spoke to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan shook his head and said to the middle-aged man who was watching the game on the other side: "I am a bad chess player, I just want to watch the fun, let Uncle Zhang come."

"You kid watch this every day, how can you make progress if you don't play." Uncle Zhang said so, but he sat in the old position and was very straightforward to "pull the pawn". Others have already thought of the moves.

Playing chess is addictive. This process of confrontation, the competition of wisdom and chess skills, and the joy between winning and losing are actually very good. Wang Yan smiled and didn't say anything, just squatted there and continued to watch.

This scene is not unfamiliar, it is the beginning of the play, but it has changed. The source of the change is just the one dollar Han Chunming borrowed from him.

Originally, Han Chunming cheated his elder brother with this dollar. After his elder brother found out that he was cheated, he went to Han Chunming to settle the account, and Han Chunming went to Su Meng to pay back the money. He borrowed money from Su Meng because his aunt came empty-handed during the day, and he borrowed money from Su Meng to buy apples so that his family would not find fault. After paying Su Meng fifty cents, he took Su Meng to the air-raid shelter to avoid being chased by his elder brother.

Cheng Jianjun, the player whose brain was kicked by a donkey, was thinking about pursuing Su Meng, while he was still helping the two of them to lock them in. He directly helped the two of them hug each other and their relationship developed rapidly.

Then Han Chunming ran out and found Lao Guantou to ask whether the telescopic cigarette holder he saw during the day was a good thing.

But it's different now. Wang Yan lent Han Chunming one dollar, so Han Chunming didn't lie to his elder brother and get hunted, and naturally he didn't run to the air-raid shelter with Su Meng. In other words, he returned fifty cents normally, said a few words of gossip, and then came to find Lao Guantou.

This back and forth is different. Although it is still hard to stop Han Chunming from liking Su Meng, after all, Han Chunming has been interested in Su Meng since childhood, and they have always played well. It's just that he was unfamiliar with Su Meng after several years of joining the team. He came back and stayed for a month. It happened that Su Meng didn't have a class, so he lived in the same courtyard, and he walked and passed by, so he got back to the feeling. Su Meng also responded a little, which can be regarded as contact.

But because it is different from the original experience, the progress bar is definitely not that fast, which has already determined a lot. A thousand-mile dam collapses because of an ant hole. Many things are often doomed at the beginning.

Han Chunming and Lao Guantou whispered a few words over there, and suddenly ran over and said, "Prince, I have something to discuss with you."

"Why are you so troublesome?" Wang Yan turned his head to look at the old man sitting behind him, supported his knees and stood up, followed Han Chunming who was laughing awkwardly: "What's the matter?"

"I just told you about your set of Doucai patterned wine glasses, and the old man wants to hug them."

"Can you do it, kid?" Lao Guantou said, "I knew your father had good things before, but I didn't expect you to be so good at tinkering, and you got such a good thing."

"What's wrong with this? Let's go to my house and take a look, so that we can see if it's true."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, just because the old man was old and his mind was not clear, no one would take it seriously. Otherwise, if he kept talking like this all day, there would be no good results, and he would basically die in the cowshed. Of course, it is also possible that the old Guantou saw this point and did this.

Han Chunming said, "Admiral, Prince, you two go and have a look. I have something to do, so I won't accompany you." After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Lao Guantou snorted, "You little brat, you are so impatient."

"I went to buy goods. Didn't I ask you about the item just now? I'm thinking about it."

"You know that too?"

"He just borrowed a dollar from me before."

"That's it." Lao Guantou nodded and said, "The pipe that Elgin used when signing the treaty is an item."

Of course, I can't tell others this. At this time, those who are dealing with this thing are really caught. I don't know how many good things have been burned. But since Wang Yan knows the inside story and knows a little about this thing, even if he doesn't understand, it seems that he is collecting it. This old man wants to see Wang Yan's things, so there is nothing wrong with such a trivial matter.

"Boy, is your fan made of golden nanmu?"

"Oh, the admiral has a good eye, you can tell it at a glance?"

"I smelled it." Lao Guantou didn't pretend to be cool, and his tone seemed normal: "Why didn't I see you take out the fan before?"

"I just got a piece of board from the late Ming Dynasty. I dismantled it to make a small cabinet. I made a few fans, a few strings of beads, and a few pairs of chopsticks with the remaining waste."

Lao Guantou was silent. Although it was waste, this boy was really bold. Fans and beads are fine, but he even made chopsticks. Wouldn't it burn your mouth? Aren't you afraid that it will be a coffin board?

Just like that, the two of them slowly arrived at Wang Yan's home.

Arranged the old man to sit on the stool in front of the desk, Wang Yan took out a set of four wine glasses from the cabinet and placed them on the table in a row, and turned on the desk lamp on the table so that the old man could take a closer look.

Old Guantou really looked at it very carefully. He held each one under the lamp and observed it, looking at the body, the glaze, and the painting skills. Anyway, he turned it over and over to look at it.

"How is it? Admiral? Do you have any comments?"

"This is a genuine product, but as for what it says, how can I know so much? History is an ocean, and your four cups are not even a drop of water." Old Guantou sighed: "It's a good thing. I heard Chunming say that you use it to drink?"

"What do you think, Admiral?"

Old Guantou gently put down the cup, glanced at Wang Yan, and then changed another cup to continue looking. He said with phlegm stuck in his throat for ten years: "Boy, can I exchange something with you?"

"Tell me."

"I'll give you a blue and white wine pot from Hongzhi, which can barely match your four cups. I remember your father has a jade ring with an imperial title from Qianlong. Give it to me, and add a new fan you made. How about it?"

"You two, master and disciple, are not good people. I just don't know anything about these old things. I know they are good things just by looking at the green ones." Wang Yan shook his head and said, "Besides, I don't need a wine flask. You also love it." You should know that when it comes to drinking, we drink alone and there is no one to wait on us. It takes a lot of effort to pour the white wine we bought into the jug, and then use the jug to pour it into the wine glass. It takes more than enough to keep us busy. This fan of mine isn't worth much. I have plenty of it. I'll give you one for free. You can use it to cool yourself down. Don't worry about the few things my father left behind. Let's go, Admiral. It's getting late. I'll send it back to you, I can't afford to get stuck in going out."

"You brat, it's like I'm cheating on you. I just want to know if you know the goods. You sent me a broken fan. I don't know whose coffin board it is."

As we all know, Qianlong was in debt. This old boy stamps and inscribes everywhere. Although in Wang Yan's opinion, Qianlong's calligraphy is really not very good, but it doesn't matter that the ring finger is a treasure, a serious imperial green, clear green. This is why he said that the master and the apprentice were both bad people and wanted to take advantage of him. Of course, if you look at it from another angle, it makes sense that the old juncture is testing whether he is professional in this area. The greater possibility is that he is trying to make amends for himself at this old juncture. If it really changes, then it will be changed...

As for giving a fan, it really doesn't matter. Even in the new millennium, his fan doesn't have much money, let alone now. The value of this fan only comes from the value of the wood. Golden nanmu is indeed very precious, but it is only a sixteenth grade good bone, so how much material can be used.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Then let it go. Why are you holding it so tightly?"

"Don't want it for nothing."

I walked to Lao Guan Guan and delivered it to his door. The old man's house was right next to the canteen. He lived alone. The yard he entered was quite comfortable.

Watching Lao Guanjun go in and turn around to close the door, Wang Yan lit another cigarette and then returned to the door of the courtyard. He saw Han Chunming walking back under pressure. Wang Yan waited for two steps and asked, "Is this a departure?" Unfavorable?"

"Don't mention it." Han Chunming let out a long breath: "In order to sell more money, they even sanded the things with sandpaper. They are so uneducated... Hey, Su Meng, you are still going out so late."

Halfway through the words, the depression on his face disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, he changed his smile to look at Su Meng who came out of the screen wall.

Su Meng held a flashlight and looked at the two people standing at the door: "What did you say we were going to do? What else could I do besides going to the toilet? I asked you knowingly. Why are you two still hanging around outside?"

"Let's chat." Wang Yan smiled: "You guys can chat, I'm going back to sleep."

"What are you talking about? It's late at night." Su Meng rolled her eyes at Han Chunming and walked out.

Han Chunming smiled, caught up with Wang Yan, said hello, and returned home.

Wang Yan went back to the house to get a basin for washing, went to the courtyard and quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth and feet with cold water, then turned off the light and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes and brewing sleepiness.

When he looked at the door just now, Han Chunming and Su Meng were not that close. This showed that the changes he had thought about before had indeed taken place. This was a good start.

This task is also interesting. Now Han Chunming is having an affair with Su Meng. I don’t know when Han Chunming will express his desire for another life in the future.

Tsk tsk, he, Wang, has always been very decent...

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