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The matter of the contract has been successfully resolved, and it is only a matter of time before the payment is returned, so I will feel a lot easier.
Lao Han is still working as a carpenter on the construction site. He tells dirty jokes to a group of migrant workers on weekdays, which makes them laugh all over. He has gradually established a high prestige among the workers, and his words are often more effective than Zhang Tao.
With the episode of falling from the third floor, Lao Han talked heartfeltly to the workers after returning to the construction site, and invisibly educated the workers on safety thoughts. As a result, the on-site discipline was even better than what I had explained in the special education .
Lao Han's sense of responsibility is getting stronger and stronger, and he will clean up the site every time he finishes work, cut off the water and electricity to ensure nothing goes wrong.
All these big guys saw it. I raised Lao Han¡¯s salary by 500 yuan in front of all the workers. The atmosphere was peaceful and no one stood up to object.
He is like an ordinary little old man, peaceful, docile, and not too amazing. No one sees so many stories on Lao Han's body, and no one knows that he has a strong skill. He is like a master who hides in the construction site, and he is at ease with the situation. The invisible posture of the elephant makes people sigh.
When I don't call Lao Han, Lao Han rarely takes the initiative to contact me.
After lunch this day, I was lying on my desk for a morning break, when there was a knock on the door outside, I got up and opened the office door, and saw Lao Han standing outside.
"Old Han, you're finally here, how are you doing, what's new?"
I originally thought that Lao Han would tell me some problems in the project. After all, he is an absolutely skilled carpenter. What he said was experience, and I will definitely consider adopting it when the time is right.
"Feng Gong, are you okay at noon? I'll take you to a good place!"
Lao Han didn't even sit down, he stood beside me and handed over a stick of Hongtashan, his tone extremely mysterious.
"What a good place, so mysterious?"
"Antique market, let me open your eyes and pick up a leak along the way!"
When I heard Lao Han¡¯s words, I immediately regained my energy. Since he talked about tomb robbery when I ate hot pot last time, I have been particularly interested in things like tomb robbery and antiques.
"Then let's go quickly, I wish someone could give me some advice!"
"No problem, the past will open your eyes!"
Lao Han and I left the construction site, got on the bus and went straight to the cultural relics market.
When getting off the car, a young man held a Hetian jade the size of an egg in his hand and asked Lao Han and me if we were interested.
"How much?" Old Han asked.
"Five hundred yuan, it's cheap!" the young man said with a Uighur accent.
"20 yuan!" Lao Han said.
"Deal!" The young man was a little excited.
"I said 20 yuan¡ª¡ªno need!" Lao Han turned around and left after finishing speaking.
This scene was too joyful. The Hetian jade that opened his mouth to ask for 500 was instantly reduced to 20, and was finally rejected by Lao Han. If it was not because of face, I would have laughed three times in the antique market.
"Old Han, 20 is not expensive!" I said puzzled.
"It's a lie, fakes are worthless!" Lao Han explained.
We slipped along the stalls beside the cultural relics market, where there are all kinds of antiques, which can be described as exquisite. For a layman like me, I really can't tell which one is a fake and which one is a valuable thing.
Lao Han walked through the market with his hands behind his back. He just kept scanning the antiques, but he didn't stop to inquire about the prices.
I followed him and asked, "Old Han, don't you have something you like?"
"There is no fart, there are a lot of fakes, and the real ones are worthless. Let's go inside and find good things!"
I nodded and followed Lao Han and walked in. In a dilapidated facade at the farthest corner of the market, an old man with a long beard was dozing off with a cotton jacket on his mouth while biting a pipe.
When Lao Han came here, he suddenly stopped, and he squatted in front of a pot of broken copper and iron that had been dumped from nowhere.
"Have you found anything?" I asked softly.
"Shit, it's nothing, a bunch of crap!" Lao Han shouted loudly, as if deliberately trying to wake up the dozing old man.
Sure enough, Lao Han was really awakened by Lao Han's shouts.
"Are you interested?" The old man leaned over and asked.
"How do you sell this bronze mirror?" Lao Han grabbed something that looked like a bronze mirror from the basin.
"Bronze mirror? This is an authentic general's breastplate!" the old man said dissatisfied.
"Authentic? I think it is a fake made in the 1980s, and the sound can be heardYou know, there are still cracks on it, so it's not worth a lot of money! "
Lao Han put the goggle on his ear and flicked it lightly a few times, closing his eyes and listening in such a professional manner.
"Take it away for five hundred yuan, and don't say anything!" The old man said simply with a big wave of his hand.
"Three hundred!" Lao Han bargained, this time he didn't say twenty yuan, it seems that the breast shield is not much worse.
"Four hundred!" said the old man again.
"Four hundred, four hundred is fine, bring this gadget with you!"
I saw Lao Han talking and grabbed a black stone from the basin, shaped like a leaf, at first glance it looked like an ordinary stone tile.
"Me, me, take it!" The old man readily agreed.
Lao Han looked at me at this time, and he said: "Feng Gong, you can just buy this bronze mirror. If you have nothing to do, you can look in the mirror and play with it. I didn't bring any money today!"
"Okay, old Han, tell me, are you a nurse?" I jokingly took out four red heads from my wallet and handed them to the old man, thinking that this time I really took advantage of myself.
"How can it be, I just like to watch other people buy it!" Lao Han said as he picked up the bronze mirror and handed me the little black stone.
Leaving the old man's booth, Lao Han didn't go shopping anymore, but pulled me away from the cultural relics market in a hurry.
Until he returned to the office, Lao Han said excitedly: "Feng Gong, I found something good!"
"What a good thing, a broken bronze mirror!" In the eyes of ordinary people like me, a mirror is a mirror and has little to do with cultural relics.
"I'm not talking about the mirror, but the sapphire pen you're holding!"
After what Lao Han said, I remembered that I still had a stone in my pocket. I took the stone out of my pocket, and Lao Han took it and wiped it gently with a towel.
Its color became more and more realistic, and the lime and cement stains on the outside were removed, revealing the true shape of the sapphire brush.
Anyone who knows a little about calligraphy is familiar with the pen. "Kao Yu Shi" lists more than forty kinds of stationery utensils, and the pen ranks eighth. Most of these objects were handed down from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. At that time, most literati were fond of porcelain, and this kind of bluestone brush was not very eye-catching. But with the change of dynasties, very few people don't like Qingshi nowadays.
"Feng Gong, Lao Han's vision is very tricky, and he will never miss it!"
As Lao Han said, he put the wiped brush in front of me, and lay down on the table to observe carefully for five or six minutes.
"Old Han, do you call it picking up leaks?"
"Hey, what Lao Han picked up was a leak. This money is given to Feng Gong. If you have friends who like to collect cultural relics, you can give them as a gift. This bronze mirror, let me take it back. On the construction site Just missing a mirror!"
I was a little confused, the heart mirror bought by Sibai Dayang was taken away by Lao Han, but the gift was left to me. Could it be that I was fooled by Lao Han? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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