The old man was eating noodles with his head and I sat opposite him with vegetables and wine. He was a little surprised that the noodles were uncomfortable and he didn't ask me what I was doing. He unconsciously covered his broken bag.

When I saw this posture, I seemed to have something good in this bag and thought, could it be that I really hit the point of the young master?

The young master came up with two cups and put them in front of the old man. When the old man saw it, he thought someone from me wanted to take his seat and stood up, he wanted to change his seat.

I thought to myself that this man was living a cowardly life and pulled him down and shouted, "Oh don't leave."

The old man smiled with a face, "Just sit for your friends and sit for you, I'll go there to eat."

I pressed him down and said, "What friend invites you to drink this wine?" As he said that, he poured it on as soon as the wine was opened.

The old man looked strange, but the smell of wine came up. I saw that he was weak and wanted to leave but couldn't move. He asked me, "I'm treating me to eat? I don't know you, why did you treat me to wine?"

I handed a cigarette and waved my hand. I didn't want to stuff it to him. He took it and didn't suck it aside. I smiled with a professional antique seller, "If you don't know me, I will know you."

The old man asked even more confusedly, "If you know me, I don't know you?"

I pretended to look around and then lowered my voice and pointed to the broken bag in his hand and said softly to him: "Don't believe that I know not only you, I also know the things in your bag."

The old man's face changed and he covered his broken bag and stood up. When I saw this posture, the old man seemed to want to pull his legs and ran away and said, "As for what I'm so nervous?"

The old man didn't like this and asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

I motioned him to sit down and whisper to him: "Didn't you ask me if I'm waiting to hit me if I can? Do you still remember?"

The old man looked at me in confusion as if he was recalling me, but he didn't recall it and shook his head, "I don't remember it. Just tell me what you are doing? I think you are not a good thing when you smile. If you don't say it, I'll leave."

I cursed in my heart and patted him and said softly: "Look at your memory, I am just a person who collects antiques from Nangong. Do you really remember it or do you fake it?"

When the old man heard this, he calmed down and looked at me and asked, "You are such an antique? Then you are so powerful, how do you know I have something to sell?"

I coughed and pointed to his bag and said, "Look, you are lying around at the Nangong gate all day long, everyone knows that you are Lao Nan crawler coming to the city to refuel goods. There is no need to teach you." This is nonsense, so you can tell that it is really not easy for him to carry goods on him.

The old man was stunned: "What are you talking nonsense? What is Nan Crawler?"

When I heard this, I said strangely, "Is it just that you told me that I will fight?"

"Oh, that's a rude word. I don't know that my friend taught me this. Those who say they want to sell antiques have to shout like this." The old man said.

When I heard about the relationship, he didn't know what he was saying and laughed: "My master is not the nonsense that your friend taught in the past now, so no one can tell you what you can't sell, so let's sit down and say don't show the show to others."

As he said that, he pointed to the other guests who were having dinner and watched us as if we were watching the show. I didn't know what I was teasing an old man.

The old man saw that everyone else was looking at us, and we seemed to understand. He sat back in the seat and whispered: "No wonder no one paid attention to me after selling for six or seven days - the boss, the boss, who invited me to drink meant he wanted to take my things?"

I don't know what was in his bag. He was also a green head who couldn't tell the value of antiques. But I was deceived too much and knew that the more people were like this, the more likely it was a liar. He didn't dare to underestimate him and said, "As long as you want to take action, I have to look at your stuff first."

The old man looked at me suspiciously and carefully took out the bag and took it half of it, but then took it back: "Or else, my friend said that I would catch this thing and shoot me to take it out."

I was so funny when I heard this that I was a soldier or a mercenary inside. I had to shoot him if I caught him. The more I looked at him, the more he looked like a liar. But seeing his seriousness, the harder he could not go against him. When he saw that he was from Nangong, he was all over the place and he was pricking his ears. He said something reasonable, so he pointed to the kitchen door: "It's okay, good things, let's not show it to others, so let's go into the inner room and I'll tell you about this matter carefully?"

The old man looked at the wine and nodded. I gave the young master a wink and took us into the place where their employees ate at the back of his shop and brought in all the wine and food outside.

The back of this small room was not clear and it was very quiet. If I had something to do, I would take a nap in this place. The young master set up a round table and told the old man not to be polite.

He had already salivated at the white wine and raised his head and drank a big mouthful of it. His face turned red immediately and then picked up the dishes and ate it. It seemed that he had never eaten good things before.

When I saw that this old man was too young, no one who ran around the world said that you could drink it. But when I thought of this, I suddenly felt excited and said that this guy shouldn't be a cheater to eat and drink. When he took it out, he had a big tiles in his bag. We were so angry that we even put a table of dishes on it.

Thinking of me, I didn't let him eat too much and asked, "Master, don't just eat, let's talk about your things while eating, right?"

But the old man ignored me and drank a glass of white wine. He was so rude that he poured the wine bottle again and said, "You are good at drinking this wine."

When I saw that he could drink it so much, I asked the young master to take two more bottles of Fenjiu to let him take some leisurely.

The old man was just consuming and asked him how many times he had asked for something, as if he hadn't heard it. Finally, I snatched his wine and he stuffed the broken bag to me.

I was anxious to open my heart and said, if it was a rag, don't blame me for disrespecting the elderly. I promised that I could spit out all the food I had eaten.

This bag was something before liberation. It was brought by the landlords in the late Qing Dynasty. Although the taste was very strong, they could deal with a few pieces of great unity when they got it. I unzipped the bag and looked inside and saw that it was full of newspaper bags.

The old saying goes, one word is pressed on a ghost, so Mingqi must use things with words to wrap them with words in the past, which used to be written with rice paper with words. Now, naturally, there are so many words on the newspaper to strengthen the master's ghost to wrap you up. Now, there are many rules in other places where there are many industries that use newspapers to wrap things in order not just for the convenience of newspapers.

I took it out and counted six, three, two, and one was flat.

When I opened the big one, I started to jump into the newspaper. The newspaper was full of mud. I saw a little bit of a bronze ear from the Western Han Dynasty. I saw that the color and degree of preservation of this thing used for drinking may be less than twenty cents at that time. It is no problem.

What is the concept of 5,000 yuan in those years? I felt dizzy when I looked at it and hurried to look at the other two small and two large bronze goblets and bronze cubes of different sizes and shapes. I saw that they were in the same set. I guess this set could be sold for 30,000 yuan in Nangong. I was really hard to say.

The last flat thing is a decaying bronze piece with bird seal inscriptions and cloud thunder patterns engraved on it. It seems that it was broken off from a large bronze ware.

These small items alone are enough for me to make a small profit. When I watch this bronze film, I guess he may have big things that I haven't brought out. I can't help but feel shocked. Not to mention treating a drink, even if I treat him to eat for a week, it's still a matter of phoenix-haired Qijiao.

I was stunned and asked the old man: "Where did you get these things from old man? I shook my eyes."

The old man looked at me and said, "Don't ask if you want it, just offer a price."

At this time, I really didn't dare to offer the price of these things casually. The specifications and the quality was very good. Now I rarely see things of this level. I feel that this thing may not be robbed from tomb robbers, but may have been stolen from the homes of rich people who collect these things. If the tomb robbers is something I am not afraid of death and will not call the police, but if it is stolen from others, this thing will be top-notch and top on the market, it is likely to find me.

I was embarrassed and thought for a while and said, "You are so good at saying that you are so good at taking it out. There are not many people who dare to accept it. You can tell me the truth, how did you come from this thing? Or I will introduce you to a few brave ones. You can give me some introduction fee, otherwise if you are a black product, I will harm you."

"What a black guy?" The old man was puzzled, but when he saw that I didn't buy this thing, he became nervous and stopped drinking.

I explained the black guy to him and said, "I dare to collect this thing, but I dare not collect this black guy. Lei Zi is even more powerful than a ghost."

He thought about it thoughtfully and said to me: "Boss, don't worry, these things are not black goods. These things were fished out from the Yellow River."

"In the Yellow River?" I really didn't expect this answer.

"It's been half a year."

The old man put the wine and seemed to have made up his mind, "Don't look at me like this, I am actually a technical worker. I am a boatman on the Yellow River. This is the case-"

The old man's real name is Wang Quansheng. Although he is an old man, it is not surprising that he says that he is only forty years old and those who engage in physical labor usually look old.

The old man's profession is very special. I was shocked after hearing this. His profession is now called "Yellow River Ghost". What he does is to salvage waste, to be more common, to pick up rags in the Yellow River.

The Yellow River washes millions of tons of garbage from the upper reaches every year, and there are a large amount of industrial waste, parts, and building materials all settle at the bottom of the Yellow River.

Wang Quansheng and several others contracted a small boat. They sank into the Yellow River with a special sled. They pulled the garbage from the silt at the bottom of the Yellow River into the sled and then salvaged it. They washed it with water and sorted it. Basically, 90% of the garbage caught was useless and dumped back into the Yellow River and left only metal, plastic and glass can be recycled and sold.

Even so, Wang Quansheng's annual income is still quite considerable because the section of the basin he contracted was the sedimentation area of ​​the Yellow River. The river surface was wide and slow, and a lot of garbage was settled in this section. He could earn at least twenty yuan a round trip. Such income in that era was unimaginable.

The bronzes in his hand were now taken from under the dam in December last year. He said that when his sledge was pulled to that place, he suddenly turned on the water surface. His experience knew that the silt at the bottom of the river had collapsed.

The bottom of the Yellow River is very uneven. There are many places below. The sled is underneath. The sled is balanced and broken. The things above will sink. If the sled is pulled very heavily, Wang Quansheng's ship may be pulled under the waterline. So he immediately let go of the rope of the sled to let it sink. The strange thing is that he put down six or seven meters of rope but the sled is still falling down. It seems that the hollow that collapsed from below is very deep.

It was not until the rope was put down for more than ten meters before he felt the bottom. Then he tried to drag the sled out in front, front, back and back directions for a long time before the sledge loosened.
Chapter completed!