The rain was very exciting for Li Lan. He carried the basin under the eaves to collect water. The dense rainwater hit his two small hands, making him giggle.
"Come back and wet your clothes." He Fang sat on the chair and called her son softly. The news of Old Zhu's death was a little hard for her to digest.
The basin filled with water was splashed by Li Lan with all his might, and the corridor was all wet.
He continued to collect water under the eaves with the basin as if he didn't hear He Fang's words.
"Come back. Do you hear me?" He Fang raised her voice.
Li Lan looked back at He Fang, who was still the same as before.
"Who asked you to be disobedient! Who asked you to be disobedient! "He Fang grabbed Li Lan's butt and hugged it.
Li Lan forgot to cry. He was stunned for a long time before he reacted. He knew that he had to shout! He cried uncontrollably because he didn't believe that his mother would hit him!
"Good job." Hitting a child on a rainy day was idle. Li He was gloating on the side. Then, he took the umbrella and left the house.
He didn't move the box into the room, but directly to the rockery. The basement's lid was covered with pigeon droppings. He picked up a handful of leaves and wiped it several times.
Because of the rain, the basement seemed even darker.
Li He turned on the light and found that the basement, which he hadn't been in for several years, had changed greatly.
Every wall was full of paintings.
Every space on the shelves along the wall was filled with porcelain and pottery. This was still not enough to put all the treasures. Some newly purchased antiques were unopened and lined up against the corner of the wall. Those priceless artifacts and paintings had even blocked the entrance.
There was almost no place to step.
He moved the porcelain vase that was as tall as a person into the room with his feet carefully, then reluctantly walked in.
He didn't know antiques, didn't know cultural relics, and didn't know anything about art. However, suddenly being here again, he had a different feeling. As an idiot who knew nothing about cultural relics and history, he had the illusion that he had obtained a master's degree in archaeology. He felt that there was a strong force surging in his blood, pushing him to a realm that was detached from the outside world.
Just like how a person who had the scholarly air would naturally bloom, it could help a person reach a calm and tranquil state. It could allow a person to appreciate the beauty of art and have their own little universe.
Carefully savoring each item, images of the past would appear before his eyes. As the years passed, the good and the bad were still as clear as ever. The lifelike Buddha statue, the delicate and moist jade, and the juicy and thick porcelain. Only when he looked closely and carefully did he realize how difficult it was to carve each and every one of them.
A person who had seen many good things and seen many genuine treasures would not be able to distinguish the real from the fake when he looked at the ordinary things sold by the roadside stalls. But at the same time, he would not be fooled by clumsy works. He would not be deceived by second-rate or inferior goods. He would also be able to reduce the chances of being deceived.
After carefully looking inside and outside the basement, he slowly opened Old Zhu's box.
He picked up the three books first. The first one was called "The Book of Rites". After Monk Pu's introduction, he found out that it was called "Tianlu Linlang", an old collection of Song dynasty's engraved cloth box book. It was also found in a cemetery, but it was not from the Luoyang Cemetery.
The second was called "Literary Garden of Excellence", carved by Song Zhou Bi Da. The pages were haggard, and he was afraid that he would accidentally tear them.
The third was called "Wanyan Collection of Famous Officials of the Imperial Dynasty", carved by Yuan Dynasty. It was the only copy in the world.
Li He suddenly felt the responsibility and responsibility of maintaining historical relics. He could not let these good things be wasted in his hands.
He still wanted to find a way to restore it as soon as possible. Previously, he only relied on a few old men. But Old Zhu had passed away, Monk Pu's physical condition was unknown, and Old Man Lee was far away abroad. Who would be able to undertake the task of maintaining it in the future?
He picked up the jade pendant again. It was a round jade pendant made of green jade. One side was a coiled dragon pattern, and the other side was engraved with inscriptions. The words were divided into three circles, arranged clockwise and vertically from the outer edge. There was an appropriate blank space for the beginning and the end. Every stroke on it was straight, stiff, and awkward. It was crooked and slanted, like a child's graffiti or a boorish man's writing. Li He could not read a word. He only heard from Monk Pu that it was called "Jade Plate Jia Zi Biao". Because the material was hard and time-consuming to carve, it had to be prefabricated in advance.
Although it had spent a long time in the cemetery, it was still pure and warm. The surface of the jade pendant was dense and glowed with a thousand years of green light.
He unconsciously thought about the market price. It was estimated to be at least 30 to 40 million. But he would definitely not sell it. Putting aside whether it could see the light of day, the main thing was that he, Old Li, was not short of money. Not to mention 30 to 40 million, even 300 to 500 million was nothing to him.
Of course, he liked it very much. Even if he had to fight with the Japanese for this jade pendant, it would be worth it. He would not even regret it.
As for the porcelain jar, he did not ask Monk Pu about it in detail.
After fiddling with the items once more, he cleared a space and carefully arranged them.
He came up from the basement and sat quietly on the rock under the rockery for a while. He smoked a cigarette and looked up at the sky. The rain did not seem to stop.
Just as he was about to smoke a second cigarette, He Fang came over with an umbrella and handed him the mobile phone. "You have a call."
Then she turned and left.
"Hello." Li He picked up the phone.
"Boss Li, it's me, Zhang Xianwen." He sounded like he was crying on the phone.
Li He asked, "What's the matter?"
"Boss Li, I fell down again! Motherf * cking Japanese! " Zhang Xianwen could not help but swear. "Could you please tell Mr. Huang Bingxin that I might have to delay the payment for this period of time?"
"What does this have to do with the Japanese?" Li He was puzzled.
"Lineker transferred! Motherf * cker! He transferred to the Japanese Nagoya Hachimono! "Zhang Xianwen ridiculed and cursed at Li He!
"You deserve your bad luck!" Li He couldn't help but laugh when he heard it!
Lineker was an England player. In 1986, he became one of the eight players in history to score 10 goals in the World Cup with a record of 30 goals. Moreover, Lineker only used 12 games to score 10 goals. He was one of the most efficient strikers in the World Cup.
In the same year, he became the first English player to win the Golden Shoe award from FIFA with six goals in the World Cup in Mexico. He also won the Top Goalscorer award in the English Premier League three times and was elected Footballer of the Year. In December 1991, he also won the Sportsmanship Award from FIFA.
His other record was that he never got a yellow card! He was simply the Mr. Nice Guy in football!
His number 10 jersey was selling like hotcakes!
Zhang Xianwen had been making sports jerseys and jerseys for star athletes for the past two years. He sold them at a low price to North America and Europe.
Lineker's number 10 jersey and Jordan's number 23 jersey were especially popular. There were millions of orders at the drop of a hat.
Therefore, the quick-witted Zhang Xianwen began to stock up according to his habits over the past few years. He was ready to deliver the goods directly when the customer placed an order!
Jordan's jersey was selling well as usual. However, the orders for Lineker's number 10 jersey were not coming!
After asking around, he found out that Lineker had transferred …
To hell with it!
It was a disaster from the sky!
Zhang Xianwen said helplessly, "Boss Li, no matter what, you still have to help me this time. Don't worry, I will pay you back on time next month."
"It's okay. Take care of yourself. Take it slow." He laughed again unkindly.
After hanging up, dinner was served.
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