Chapter 87: [1 box of ... book! 】

"Hey, Xiaobin, why haven't you gone home?"
"Oh, hey, I am going back later today, there is something here."
"Oh, then you won't wait for your meal, don't come back too late, pay attention to safety."
"Okay, don't worry."
Hanging up the phone, Dong Xuebin took IPHONE4 and collected it. After eating the last bit of fried cake with the restaurant, I saw the demolition of the piece from time to time. There were pedestrians passing by, and I had to wait for the time to bear the thoughts. Submit the report to Director Xu. When I wrote it almost, the time just went to the 8 o'clock position, the dark night sky was already on the top of the head, and there was basically no one around.
it's time!
Dong Xuebin’s eyes must be clear, and the curtains will come out from the small restaurant.
The dimly lit streetlight illuminates the messy construction site, because it has not yet entered the formal construction stage, and there is no large excavator bulldozer. Therefore, there is no protective measure at all on the scene, and there are no personnel left behind, except for two stray cats. And with a stray dog ​​that shook his ears, he could no longer see anything else, dirty and chaotic time, no one would come here. Dong Xuebin noticed the broken bricks under his feet and sneaked back to the place in the afternoon. He bowed his head, and the stone bricks were still the stone bricks, lying quietly, just like when he left.
Dig it!
Dong Xuebin rolled up his sleeves and began to slam his hands until he was so hot that he squatted and clasped the irregular icy stone bricks with his fingers and pulled his arms up. This piece of flattened place is not known to be in the courtyard or in the household. Anyway, the floor tile is not the kind of cement, but the thick and heavy stone. It is not only dead and heavy, but also very ground, if it is not a migrant worker. It has already been picked up a lot beforehand, and Dong Xuebin is really not moving.
Hard! Hard! Work harder!
The stone bricks got up, and Dong Xuebin’s hand slowly rose.
Ten centimeters... twenty centimeters... The slamming sound was turned over to the ground.
Dong Xuebin quickly looked around and saw that no one noticed the movement. He gently blew his breath, smacked the soil on his hand, and looked forward with excitement - it was a box, it was submerged by the soil and it was not corroded. The box, open the top of the soil and force the box cover to the side, revealing a rusty iron box wrapped in a thick plastic sheet. It seems that the year it buried in the soil should not be short... but Not too long.
what exactly is it?
Don't be anything worthless? That BACK and an afternoon wait can be wasted!
Dong Xuebin suffered from a moment of loss, biting his teeth and taking out the plastic sheet and the iron box. When I got started, Dong Xuebin snorted and broke. The box was very light. It was light enough to weigh two or three cups. Then it swayed slightly. There was nothing in it. It was obviously impossible to be gold and silver jewelry. It is even more impossible to be a porcelain bronze. Dong Xuebin’s heart was already half-cooled, and the on the top of the soil was slanted, and then the square-colored rust-colored iron box was taken out of the plastic cloth and laid flat on the land.
This feeling, as if it is full of Dangdang is paper?
Halo, don't tell me, if anyone buried the diary newspaper or a child's mischief, it would be funny!
Dong Xuebin groaned and licked the hand exposed to the cold wind. After a few breaths, he reached out and twisted his iron box with expectation. He smashed the rusted lid and pulled it through the faint moonlight. Going into the box, I went, Dong Xuebin slammed his head, and two big characters came to mind - finished!
There are more than a dozen small books inside, but there is nothing else!
The light is too dark, Dong Xuebin did not look too clear, but unless the paper is made of gold, how many books can be sold for a few broken books? piece? Two pieces? Is it the price that collects waste? Yes, BACK wasted, and one afternoon wasted! Dong Xuebin shook his head in a dumb, holding the iron box and walking under the street lamp. After spending so much thought, I have to look at what I wrote above?
The light from the street lamp hit the box.
Dong Xuebin, who had no hope of looking at it, didn’t take it seriously. He took a look at it and looked at it.
This does not matter, Dong Xuebin has been stunned for a few seconds!
and many more! Hold on!
What I wrote above is... "Reading History?" The Song Dynasty's "Reading History"! ?
Dong Xuebin’s head was so hot that he excitedly opened the following booklets, Qing Jiaqing’s "The Mustard Seeds Paintings"? Qing Emperor Kangxi's "Three Gifts"? Lu You's "Jiannan Poetry Copy"? Li Chongshi's book? "Tianxiang Posts"? In the end, there is still the Tang Dynasty... "Dunhuang Warp"! ?
I rely on!
What is this worthless booklet, all is a rare book of ancient books! !
Dong Xuebin once worked in a antique shop specializing in rare books of ancient books and four treasures of the study. He has been studying for two months. Of course, he knows the true value of these books and books, so I don’t know what to say at the moment. It’s too unexpected. Surprise! No longer think about it, Dong Xuebin hastily took the ancient books out of the box, carefully took them into the bag, looked at the watch, and went back to put the stone bricks and the box cover back in place. After finishing these, Dong Xuebin went to On the edge of the moat, he reached for a taxi and went straight to Panjiayuan.
The junk market closed the door early. He went to an antique shop on the north side of the East Road of Panjiayuan Bridge.
Last summer, Dong Xuebin was here to help his boss sell rare books of ancient books.
When the car stopped, Dong Xuebin, who was rented out, saw that the lights outside Xuan Yuzhai were gone, but the innermost part was shining with weak light. He snorted and took a few steps to knock on the antique wooden door. Boss, Jia boss, I will close the door later, I am Xiao Dong."
Oops, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a small moustache. "Xiao Dong? Hey, how come you?"
Dong Xuebin smiled and said: "Isn't it going to go in? It's not convenient outside."
Jia boss smiled, "Oh, but I am not doing business well this year, I am not planning to hire someone again."
"It's not that." Sideways into the store, a book smell scented.
The boss of Jia reopened the light. "You have to lock the door and sleep after you come one step later. Let me say, God's mysterious anecdote?"
Dong Xuebin was familiar with him before, and he was not polite. He found a copy of the official hat chair and sat down to wipe the water traces left on the table. Dong Xuebin took the bag to the Eight Immortals table and took out the ten. A few books of ancient books wrapped in plastic bags, "I am looking for you to sell something today. Well, I have been a little tight recently. I have to smash the sound of my family. You can see how much you can open."
Jia boss touched the beard, "Ancient books?"
"Yeah." Dong Xuebin took a few books from the inside and put them on the table.
"Oh, your kid is still hiding deep. There are good things that should have been brought to me long ago. OK, I have a look." Jia boss put on his glasses and took Dong Xuebin to sit down and touched the booklet. Turned over in his hand, "... sipping, "Three Gifts"? 4 volumes of Kangxi engraved? This is a good thing."

How much can it be?
The rare books of ancient books are different from other antiques. Because of the low cost of production, there are few fakes, so Dong Xuebin directly asked the price.
Jia boss touched the beard. "Well, the preservation is fairly complete. Four thousand pieces are definitely worth it. Hey, how is the book tide?"
"Oh, I’ve been in the box with me, I haven’t sunk.

"So, is there anything else? I will see it again?"
Dong Xuebin simply took out all the brains. "You give the calculation of the price. If it is not suitable, I can't sell it, huh, huh."
Jia boss pointed at him and smiled. "You kid, since it is what you brought, can I still give you a high price?"
Of course, Dong Xuebin will not believe his words. Who is doing business not to make money? However, the reason why he came here is because he knows the boss. The acquaintance is good at talking. Even if he can't give the highest price, at least it will not be too bad.
Jia boss started to turn over a book, "...oh, this is "Tianxiang Post", but it is a bit out of the book, the book page is not complete, the preservation is not good, you look at the bottom right corner, how to give corrosion? This value is not too much money, eight hundred? One thousand? It is like this... Hey, this is the Song engraving? "Reading the history of the tube"? Good stuff, although it is only a page ~EbookFREE.me~ but Song The enviroment of the engraving is too small, and the six thousand pieces will definitely give... "The Mustard Seeds Paintings"? This can also give five thousand..."
Dong Xuebin is silent in his heart.
In the end, Jia boss moved his gaze to a painting axis and opened it. He suddenly took a breath of cold breath. "Tang Jing..." Dunhuang Scripture?" He surprised at Dong Xuebin with amazement. "You This thing is still quite well preserved, it is not easy, this is where you received it? Family biography?"
Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly. "I don't know the specifics."
Seeing that he did not want to say, Jia Bo did not ask again, sighed: "This Tang dynasty... give you 80,000."
Dong Xuebin also had a little insight, knowing that the Dunhuang Scriptures should be able to be higher, and said: "100,000."
Jia boss shook his head again and again. "One hundred thousand can't give it. What you said is the price of the auction."
Dong Xuebin bargained and said: "That is 80,000 is too low, or else, other ancient books are going according to the price you just said, I will not bargain, but you can give me a little more."
After thinking about it, Jia boss said: "The Tang dynasty is 90,000, and it is absolutely impossible to go high."
"...well, that's it!"
"Cash?"
"Row."
"Well, wait for me to take it for you."
At the end of the account, these dozens of rare books of ancient books actually sold more than 110,000!
Together with the 100,000 yuan in the bank card of Dong Xuebin, his total assets have now reached 220,000 yuan! !
An amazing number that Dong Xuebin didn't dare to think before! !
Earn again! !
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