Siheyuan: Starting from the Pig Killer

When the old man heard Xiang Yunduan's words, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he quickly adjusted and said: "This book belongs to Mr. Dong's personal collection, it is not something in the store, and it is not for sale.

When people are old and useless, they can only comfort themselves by reading books and reminiscing about their youthful demeanor.

Young man, I think you are only in your early twenties, which is not the time to study hard. Please note that you will only understand what you read on paper, but you must do it in practice! "

"Come on, you still seem to be a cultured person, and you always talk in one way. If that's the case, then I don't dare to win people's love!"

When Xiang Yunduan saw the old man's refusal, he didn't care. Instead, he turned around and asked, "Are there any other books in this store?"

"No, no, how could such a book appear here? If you really want to read it, go to the Peking Library and look for it. There may be a collection there!" Old Man Dong shook his head and said.

"You always misunderstood. I was talking about other serious books." Xiang Yunduan laughed dumbly.

"What's serious or not, just tell me the name of the book you want!" Old Man Dong glared at Xiang Yunduan and said.

"I don't know what the name is. I'm looking for books that teach people how to identify antiques, calligraphy, paintings, porcelain and antiques. What do you recommend?"

Xiang Yunduan only remembered after seeing the ancient books that he had a box of calligraphy, paintings and porcelain in his space. He didn't know what the situation was, so he planned to have time to learn this knowledge and take a look at the collection of the special agent Gu Hanjin. What kind of stuff are they?

Considering that these things were obtained from the ancient Han Dynasty, Xiang Yunduan did not rush to find someone to identify them. After all, if someone knew the origin of this thing, there might be unknown troubles.

He has no plans to sell it. He plans to collect it for himself. Even if he wants to sell it, it will have to wait decades later. If he sells it now, he may not be able to sell it at a high price, and even if it can be sold at a high price, he does not need to spend a lot of money. What a place.

"Oh, the antique industry is too deep. You can't learn this by just studying blindly. If you are really interested, you'd better find a master and ask for advice!" Old Man Dong said.

"Hey, I'm just on a whim. You always tell me what books I should read. I'm not sure. I might study for two days and not want to learn anymore. If I really become a teacher, what if If you lose interest and don’t want to learn anymore, wouldn’t you offend others?”

Xiang Yunduan laughed. For him, as long as he can learn a little superficial knowledge in the antique industry, he believes that as long as he learns a little knowledge in this area, he should be able to master a skill in this area. .

At that time, you can completely rely on luck to strengthen and improve your skill level. This is much better than painstaking study.

"Well, I don't know about this, Mr. Dong, but you can go to Liulichang and have a look. There are many antique shops there, and there are also Chinese Bookstore, Commercial Press, Zhonghua Bookstore, etc. that are engaged in book publishing and ancient book business. , there should be what you want!" Old Man Dong said.

"Okay, thank you for your advice!" Xiang Yunduan nodded. Since he wanted to learn about antiques, it was naturally necessary to visit the famous Liulichang.

The old man thought he was here to search for books on antiques. He was about to pick up the book again and continue reading. Unexpectedly, Xiang Yunduan said again: "Master Dong, there should be bicycles in the store. Let me take a look at the bicycles."

"It turns out that you are here to buy a bicycle. If you didn't tell me earlier, you would be wasting your time by talking about this!"

Old Man Dong glanced at Xiang Yunduan angrily, put the book down again, stood up, and said to Xiang Yunduan: "Follow me."

After saying that, he walked to the yard behind the shop.

Xiang Yunduan didn't care about the old man's attitude and quickly followed.

Soon, the two of them walked through the small door at the back of the shop and came to the second courtyard. The layout here seemed to be modified from the quadrangle courtyard, but they didn't know which courtyard they entered.

Old Man Dong didn't take Xiang Yunduan to go deep, so he stopped in the second courtyard, and then opened the door of the west wing. The interior was bright and clean, with only bicycles neatly placed, about a dozen of them. .

"Hey, this is it?"

As soon as he entered the house, he saw a row of bicycles, but what caught Xiang Yunduan's attention the most was a motorcycle.

Seeing Xiang Yunduan's expression, Old Man Dong was not surprised at all. Anyone who entered this room for the first time would, without exception, be attracted by the motorcycle.

"BMW... No, it should be called the Bavarian Engine Manufacturing Plant, which might be more appropriate!"

Xiang Yunduan came to the motorcycle and took a quick look. Surprisingly, the logo on the motorcycle was quite familiar to him. It was the fan logo with blue sky and white clouds, and three golden words "Don't touch me" on it. Letters can also be matched with numbers.

From Xiang Yunduan's point of view, this motorcycle is of course a bit crude. The overall structure is not much different from that of a bicycle. It is very similar to the domestic light motorcycles that were popular in the 1980s and 1990s in his memory. Even the seats are not One body, but two separate bodies.

But looking at it from another perspective, it has a very "retro" flavor.

"Is this for sale too?" Xiang Yunduan asked.

"Yes, this thing has been here for several years, but it has never been sold." Old Man Dong said casually.

"How much does it cost?" Xiang Yunduan patted the seat of the motorcycle and asked, "Can I have a test ride?"

"It's not expensive, just nine hundred yuan. Of course you can try it on a trial ride!" Old Man Dong teased. He didn't think Xiang Yunduan could afford this thing.

Although he knew that this thing was definitely not cheap, Xiang Yunduan didn't expect that it would cost nine hundred yuan. It was still second-hand!

"Can you really test ride? Then let me give it a try?"

Although he was not ready to buy it, he was quite interested and wanted to try it.

"You can try it, please pay ten yuan first!" Old Man Dong stretched out his hand and said.

"You need money to try it?" Xiang Yunduan said in surprise.

"How smart are you? You don't need money? If you don't need money, the people who come here to test ride will be able to break the threshold. Is there no need to pay for gasoline? Everyone is trying it, so why should I do anything else?"

Old Man Dong said angrily: "But don't worry, I charge you ten yuan. If you want to buy it, the ten yuan will be included in the payment."

"In other words, if you don't buy it after trying it, you won't get a refund of ten yuan?" Xiang Yunduan asked with a raised brow.

"What do you think?" Old Man Dong said.

In this case, the cloud naturally lost interest in trying it again. After all, he had no intention of actually buying it.

If he took out three or four small yellow croakers, he could certainly buy this motorcycle.

The problem is, in that case, he should go to the police station and explain the origin of the little yellow croaker.

Not to mention, if this motorcycle could be ridden on the street, it would definitely be popular, and the rate of turning heads would be 100%. Xiang Yunduan has been in the city for so long, and he has seen trucks, cars, jeeps, and three-wheelers on the street, but this kind of motorcycle I have never seen a two-wheeled motorcycle before, which shows how rare this thing is.

In terms of price, it is certainly not as good as a car, but in terms of rarity, it is definitely rarer than a car.

"Just this one, how much does it cost?"