Chapter 5 Beijing

I don't understand what disease I have so far. The colic in my chest has disappeared, and my head is not dizzy. It seems that everything has returned to normal.

But the dark shadow left a deep impression on me last night, and I don't know if he gave me pills or not whether it was poisonous. My tangible and invisible life was involved by others. If I suddenly die one day, I will feel nothing strange. These strange thoughts came to my mind.

"Don't look, the female doctor has left."

Fat Ma's words brought me back to my original shape and fell into reality. I always blushed and coughed a few times to hide my embarrassment.

After saying a few words, the clay figurine stood aside in silence.

After a few days, I was discharged from the hospital as scheduled. During this period, I turned over my medical records, but it said that the cause was unknown.

I took a deep breath and spit out the turbid air. The pungent smell of disinfectant has disappeared, replaced by a wide and boundless blue sky.

Fat Ma invited us to have a good meal in Beijing. My grandfather saw that I was fine and didn't want to stay in Beijing, so I took my grandfather on the train in the afternoon. I was supposed to go back together, but the female doctor told me to go back to the hospital for a check-up in a few days.

After leaving the station, I went to climb the Great Wall. After returning to the hotel, the city of Beijing has been lit by thousands of lights. Everything happened overnight. The next day, Fatty Ma said that he would take us to a good place. The clay figurine and I did not escape. With Fatty Ma came to a lively market.

"This is Pan's home in Beijing," Fatty Ma said with his hands around his chest.

Pan Jiayuan is very famous in our industry, which should be said to be the largest distribution center for antiques. Many collectors come here to pick up leaks, but businessmen are always smarter than customers.

Well, as soon as we walked a few steps, we were stopped: "A few masters stay."

A middle-aged man in a horse coat greeted us and stopped.

"What's the matter?" Fat Ma asked.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "A few masters are not mortals." After saying that, his laughing expression changed to a mysterious appearance, and he waved his hand to let Fatty Ma put his ears over.

Fat Ma put his ears together, and the middle-aged man whispered to Fatty Ma. Fatty Ma's expression changed slightly.

"Playing raw?"

"Master, I dare not speak loudly."

I heard it, but I didn't expect to meet an insider who had just been unearthed, and I was also interested. Middle-aged people were interested when they saw us, and a trace of cunning flashed in their eyes.

"A few masters come with me..."

"Your booth doesn't matter," I kindly reminded.

Middle-aged people put my words behind and introduced us to an antique shop, similar to Ma Pangzi's job in Changsha.

"The shopkeeper," the middle-aged man shouted. Without a sound, an old man of fifty or sixty came out of it.

"What are you shouting about in broad daylight?"

"You are here."

The old man took off his glasses, looked at us, and put them on. Then he coughed a few times. The middle-aged man left knowingly.

"Are some young masters passing by or hiding goods?"

As soon as Fatty Ma heard it, he knew that he met his wife and said, "It's a passerby, and it's also a hidden goods."

The old man laughed brightly: "Six young masters, please." The old man opened a black door curtain and let us in. After passing the curtain, he had to open the skylight to speak. If it was a mule or a horse, he had to pull it out.

Come to a room.

The old man greeted the clerk in the store to prepare tea for the three of us. The old man disappeared during this period. After a while, the old man appeared in the room with a delicate wooden box in his hand. He first greeted the clerk out.

"I won't beat around the bush, I'm going straight to the point," he said, putting the wooden box on the table and immediately attracted our attention.

Fat Ma stretched out his hand to touch the box, but was knocked down by the old man, and a smear appeared on his face. The old man smiled unchanged: "Don't worry."

Fat Ma unwillingly took his hand back: "What do you mean?"

"Whish or not, it will rot in your stomach."

We all understand what he means, "No problem," Fatty Ma replied firmly. At this time, the old man opened the wooden box, and a piece of exquisite porcelain came into our eyes. It was still stained with dirt. Looking at it clearly, it was like a fresh play. That was the view of laymen. Insiders can not look at the old and new, but only distinguish between the fore and the real.

"Why is there mud on it," Ma Fatty said in a dissatisfied tone.

"It has just been unearthed and hasn't been cleaned up yet."

Fat Ma stretched out his hand and picked up the porcelain with wide eyes: "The light is too dark."

The old man handed Fatty Ma a flashlight, and the light shone on the porcelain. Fatty Ma looked at it for a while: "Sun, come and have a look."

I came forward to observe this porcelain. Except for some stains, but without looking at the stains, the porcelain is quite well preserved.

But it's fake. I winky at Fatty Ma, and he immediately said, "It's not like raw play, but it's like an old one."

The old man's face changed at this time, but he still insisted: "Since several young masters don't know the goods, I have nothing to say."

I smiled.

Fat Ma is no longer hiding: "I've seen a lot of raw games, and I touched a few things some time ago." Now, even a fool knows that he has met an industry.

The old man wiped his sweat with a square handkerchief: "It turns out that several people are sand washers, but their old eyes are clumsy. With that, he took back the porcelain.

We didn't answer the phone either. We were ready to leave and just turned around. Several young men, please stay, and the old man called us. Please take a seat.

Fat Ma joked, "Is there anything good that hasn't been taken out?" The old man smiled bitterly, called the clerk up, removed the tea just now, and changed another cup. When the tea was served, the fragrance came to his nose.

"This is Biluochun before the New Year. Please try it."

Fat Ma picked up the teacup, blew it down in one breath, poured it in one breath, and boldly showed the empty cup to the old man: "Say it."

The old man looked a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted: "The old man has a business. I don't know how many of you are interested?"

"No," Fatty Ma replied directly. The clay figurine and I didn't say anything.

But the old man did not panic, but continued, "We have stepped on it. As long as a few people are willing to go down to the ground in person, how about fifty-five points?"

After the fat man's eyes turned around like a circle: "No, the shopkeeper hopes that you know that going down to the ground is no different from going to the battlefield. You have to work hard."

The old man was in pain and endured: "How about four or six? If several people still don't agree, the old man can only ask for another wise."

Since we came back from Xing'anling last time, we haven't been to the ground. To be honest, my heart is itchy. This feeling is like a person who doesn't like to eat fish but always likes to fish.

The clay figurine and I are this kind of person. In fact, we are not very interested in the so-called Mingqi, but Fatty Ma is the opposite of us. To some extent, he is our financial housekeeper.