Chapter 085 Is the trash can also an antique?

"Aran, why did you come here?"

Guo Hai was called by his captain just to register his captain's friend. It was only done in two or three minutes. After it was done, he ran out but did not find Chen Ran's trace. He looked around and found Chen Ran squatting in this corner. He quickly ran over.

Chen Ran did not answer him, but looked down at a broken jar in front of him.

"Damn it!" Looking at Chen Ran's appearance, Guo Hai stretched out his foot and kicked the broken jar and scolded angrily, "I said, what's wrong with you? A broken jar is worth watching for so long. You might as well go to the corner over there to count ants. Are you stupid?"

This broken jar is covered with cement all over. It should be used to hold cement when painting the wall. Now that the cement has dried, there is some soil in it. Guo Hai did not kick down the jar.

Chen Ran withdrew his eyes, stood up, looked at Guo Hai, and blinked: "Dai, is there any problem for you to take this jar out of the bureau?"

Chen Ran's words suddenly made Guo Hai dumbfounded: "Damn it, this broken jar, what do I want him to do..."

"Don't worry about this. Just say that there is no problem for you to take it out?" Chen Ran interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Aran, what's your nerve..." Guo Hai is really speechless. What kind of nerve is this guy? He thought so, but when he saw Chen Ran's serious appearance, he still said bitterly, "I said that you are not nonsense. No one picked up this broken jar on the street. I can't take it out..."< /P>

"Then hold it and follow me!"

After saying that, Chen Ran turned around and left. Unexpectedly, when he returned to the SUV, this guy was still standing in front of the broken jar and rubbing. Looking at this scene, Chen Ran almost tilted his nose and couldn't wait to give him a kick.

Just as Chen Ran was about to get out of the car to urge him, this guy also ran over, but he ran over empty-handed. He lay in front of Chen Ran with a bitter face: "I said, buddy, can't we play this? Look, I'm more than 20 years old. Up to now, I'm still alone. There are people coming and going in this yard. I'm familiar with it. If they want to see me holding a trash can, they won't laugh to death. If it spreads out, how can I find a wife in the future..."

"Is it so serious?" Chen Ran is really angry and funny.

"Of course!" Guo Hai nodded firmly, and his tone became more and more appalling: "This is not serious. If it's more serious, if you say that I can't find a daughter-in-law, then my old Guo family will continue to have children and grandchildren. If so, do you deserve to treat you as Aunt Yun, who raised your son?"

Chen Ran stared at him: "Someone asked you, won't you say that you did a good job to take out the garbage?"

"It's not my turn to take out the garbage. I'm going to take out the garbage. I don't know what others will think. There are many troubles in the organ compound. Although it's just a garbage disposal, maybe..."

Guo Hai pulled endlessly and didn't stop until he saw Chen Ran getting out of the car. He said with a confused face, "I said Aran, what the hell is going on? What do you want that broken jar to do..."

"Just say you're going or not?"

"I won't go!" Guo Hai shook his head decisively: "I will definitely not go! Don't say anything..."

"Well, you don't forget it. Originally, I wanted to wait until the evening and take you to play on the 8th, but now I think about it. I'll leave tomorrow morning. It's better to go to bed early..."

"Daily! Dude, you're cruel. Can't I go..."

After giving Chen Ran a punch, Guo Hai walked towards the corridor with a bitter face, but only took two steps and turned back. He lay mysteriously in Chen Ran's ear and laughed, "I almost forgot to ask. Is there that service? I want the most expensive full set..."

Chen Ran couldn't stand it anymore and gasped: "Get out of here!"

Guo Hai smiled and walked towards the corridor again.

However, when this guy was about halfway, he suddenly turned around and entered the office building. Unexpectedly, he came out again. He was lingering just now, but now he went straight to the corner and picked up the broken jar with a serious face.

When Chen Ran was about to say that he was not stupid, he found that as soon as this guy picked up the broken jar, his expression changed, as if he were a thief, looking left and right and walking towards Chen Ran with the jar...

What's more outrageous is that he held the jar as if he was afraid that he would know that he was not taking out the garbage. He gave Chen Ran a wink and went straight out of the door with the jar. Chen Ran was angry and funny, but he still hurriedly drove the car to chase him out.

came to the street and looked at Guo Hai for a long time, but he didn't find the shadow. Chen Ran was surprised where this guy had gone. When he thought so, his mobile phone rang.

Hanging up the phone, Chen Ran drove into a path. As soon as the off-road vehicle entered the path, a figure flashed out, opened the door of the co-pilot's seat, and got in.

"As for you..." Chen Ran said angrily and looked at the broken jar he was holding.

"Damn it, you still said that my wisdom in this life is equivalent to ruining you. I guess I don't know how many people laugh at me when I go back." Guo Hai couldn't wait to strangle Chen Ran and let him do such a thing.

Chen Ran ignored him, but pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "I remember that we have an art association in Bishui, right?"

"There is such a place, which seems to be in the Cultural Palace on the old street."

Chen Ran nodded and drove to the Cultural Palace.

The Cultural Palace is a large yard. Cinemas and old theaters are all in the yard. Chen Ran drove directly into the courtyard, parked his car at the door of the cinema, opened the door, and got out of the car with a broken jar.

"I said Aran, what on earth are you going to do?" Guo Hai followed Chen Ran with a confused face.

Chen Ran stopped, looked back at him, and raised the broken jar in his hand: "I said this is an antique. Do you believe it?"

"I believe it!" Guo Hai nodded affirmatively, and when Chen Ran was slightly surprised, then listened, "Not to mention antiques, now I believe that you say it is a treasure basin."

Chen Ran was too lazy to pay attention to him. He stood in the yard, glanced at it, and found the signboard of the Literature and Art Association. This is a two-storey old house, deliberately built with reference to the architecture of the Qing Dynasty, green bricks, ink tiles, carved beams and pillars, and hung the signboard of the Literature and Art Association on the second floor.

Chen Ran stepped into the hall of the Literature and Art Association and found three or four people sitting in the hall. These three people were men and women, old and young. Everyone held a box, or a box, or simply held a porcelain jar directly. It seemed that they were all waiting to let It was identified by experts.

Nowadays, everyone knows that antiques, or old things are valuable, and most of them are scattered in the countryside. As a result, someone has something broken at home and thinks it is a valuable antique. Who doesn't have a dream of making a fortune? Of course, their own things are valuable.

Of course, some farmers do have some old things in their homes.

And the government, in order to prevent these farmers from selling good things cheaply, so that they will suffer losses and be deceived, the government took the lead and let the collection association or the literary and art association organize a private appraisal. Now such a private appraisal has basically been implemented in small counties, and anyone who has old things can use it to identify them, but In this era, there is nothing real, and nine out of ten are worthless.

Chen Ran entered the hall with a broken jar, and the people in the hall also looked up one after another. Chen Ran and Guo Hai were empty-handed except for Chen Ran carrying a broken jar like a trash can. They couldn't help but be thundered and smiled strangely.

Seeing so many people, Chen Ran frowned and then turned around and walked out with the jar. Guo Hai also followed out inexplicably. After the two of them left the hall, the three or four people in the hall couldn't help laughing: "This guy doesn't want to identify the trash can he is carrying, will he?"

"I said A Ran, you don't really think this broken jar is antique..." Guo Hai, who followed Chen Ran out of the hall, was also dumbfounded. At first, he thought Chen Ran was joking, but he didn't expect that this guy really regarded this trash can as an antique. Really, how to put it, it's really whimsical. This broken jar is in I don't know how long it has been thrown away in the yard of the Public Security Bureau. How can it be antiques...

Although he doesn't know much about antiques, he also knows that antiques are now rare. How can it be so easy to pick up a trash can to become antiques?

What he didn't know was that in the previous era, antiques were really garbage. Most antique dealers picked up garbage and made a fortune. Of course, this was in the previous era, and in today's era, it was simply a fantasy.

Chen Ran didn't pay attention to him. He found a faucet in the yard and washed it with the broken jar. The broken jar was filled with cement. The whole jar was covered with cement, not all of which was. There was a fracture in the mouth of the broken jar, and the gray and red copper color could be seen at the fracture.

The jar was covered with cement, and Chen Ran did not clean it off, so he carried the jar to the building of the Literature and Art Association. He did not enter the hall, but stood at a corner in front of the building.

It was not until the people who came to identify in the hall left one by one that Chen Ran handed the jar to Guo Hai: "Hold it."

"Damn, Aran, can I call you ancestor? The one just came out is shameful enough. Let's not be ashamed here. I don't know about this broken jar. I had it when I was working at the Public Security Bureau. Look, this is a bucket filled with mud..."

Guo Hai's eyes really wanted to tear Chen Ran. As he spoke, he pulled Chen Ran away.

Chen Ran was unmoved and looked at him: "Are you going or not?"

From childhood to adult, when the two were together, as soon as Chen Ran was like this, Guo Hai immediately succoured. This time, it was no exception. He just stamped his feet in anger and stared at Chen Ran with hatred: "You... I... Shit... I really admire you!"

"Bcomb it!"

staring at Chen Ran fiercely, Guo Hai seemed to be an angry little daughter-in-law, carrying his back and stretching out his hand to Chen Ran.

Chen Ran handed him the broken jar and didn't forget to tell him: "Remember, not to mention that it was picked up by the Public Security Bureau, you have to insist that this is your family's transmission. No matter how messy he said, don't reveal your name."

"Death Xiaoran, you really have no conscience. Let me be ashamed. You still want me to humiliate my old Guo family and return his mother's family. Damn it, this is going to be spread. I will directly find a piece of tofu and kill it. Even if you can't be killed, your Uncle Tie will have to beat me half to death!"

Guo Hai gave Chen Ran a smile that was worse than crying, and stepped into the small building of the Literature and Art Association step by step with a broken jar held high...