The next morning, He Qing finished eating early.
He first told He Yuzhu and He Yushui that no one was allowed to enter his house.
He also asked He Yuzhu to buy a few big locks to lock the house.
After giving these instructions, he went to the rolling mill and went straight to Manager Yang's office.
Factory Manager Yang had already prepared more than He Qing, 30 catties of tea leaves!
Then, Manager Yang asked the factory's driver to drive He Qing to the train station in a Beijing 130 truck.
This treatment was really good in this era. After all, the rolling mill only had one car.
As they had already informed him beforehand, the driver sent He Qing to the power plant to collect the train ticket. She then sent him to the guest house next to the train station.
Trains in this era were different from those in the later era. You couldn't just buy a ticket and get on it.
However, He Qing had a recommendation letter and a soft berth train ticket, so there was no need to worry.
He got a single room in the guest house, put his backpack in, and prepared to go out for a walk.
These days, Panjiayuan was nowhere to be seen. The antique market in the capital had to go to Liulichang.
Liulichang was the most representative antique market in the capital.
Hundreds of years of culture had created a good tradition in the antique industry of Liulichang.
Unfortunately, in this special era, even Liulichang was very desolate.
He Qing didn't bring her bag either. She squeezed onto the bus empty-handed and rushed to Liulichang with familiarity.
Nowadays, the antique market in all parts of the country was almost empty, and there were very few people who played with this thing.
Therefore, anyone who was slightly famous in the industry knew about it.
This time, he wasn't here for antiques, but for the national food stamps.
He found a ticket seller he had worked with before and paid a deposit of 200 yuan.
They agreed to meet here two weeks later, and the other party wanted to prepare at least 10,000 catties of national food stamps for him.
After the food tickets were settled, the ticket seller introduced He Qing to a few dealers who played with ancient coins.
"Hello, my surname is Zhou. I have a few hundred silver coins of good quality.”
He Qing gave him a fake name and looked at the dark-skinned middle-aged man in front of him, carefully sizing him up.
"Brother Zhou is really generous. I, Old Zhang, am convinced that you can get so many silver coins!”
Hearing He Qing's words, the coin seller gave him a thumbs up.
"Old Zhang, right? I like to play with Longyang. Of course, I want those that are in good condition and have little existence.”
Not only did He Qing want to buy it, but he also wanted to buy it.
He planned to get rid of all the common goods in his hands, such as Yuan Datou and Yingyang.
Only the good-quality Long Yang and various rare varieties were left.
Old Zhang nodded. They were all in the industry, so there was no need to talk nonsense.
"Yes, there are quite a lot of them, but the price is slightly higher. Brother, if you want it, I'll bring it over for you now.”
Old Zhang said straightforwardly.
"No problem, go ahead."
"Alright, wait a moment. I'll be back in an hour at most.”
These things had to be carried out behind his back. After all, if he was caught doing a secret transaction, he would have to go to the police station.
At this moment, the ticket seller looked at He Qing and hesitated.
"Ma Zi, if you have something to say, say it. When did you learn to be such a sissy?”
He Qing looked at the ticket seller and joked.
Seeing He Qing speak, the ticket seller waved at an alley in the distance.
He Qing looked up and saw a guy wrapped up tightly. He mysteriously took out a bronze jue from his bag and walked over.
"Old Zhou, this was just sent over by my family. If you like it, you can take it for 20 yuan.”
He was from Nanhe Province and had called He Qing several times.
He knew that He Qing was generous and liked everything.
He Qing asked the guy opposite him to put the things on the ground before he picked them up and examined them carefully.
From the surface, this bronze goblet had not been unearthed for long. It was obvious that it had just been dug out by Master Tu. With a glance, he knew that it was something that opened the door.
Not to mention now, even in the future, bronze weapons were also prohibited from being traded.
After 40 years, this bronze jue would only be worth 10,000 yuan.
"Ma Zi, are you kidding me? You want twenty for this kind of trash? Hehe, even five yuan is too much for me."
He Qing didn't want to touch bronze equipment because the risk was too high.
Wouldn't it be better to just get some porcelain, copper coins, and calligraphy?
Ma Zi became anxious when he heard He Qing's words. He lowered his voice and said,"
"Old Zhou, this Jue's decoration is not bad. Although there isn't a single inscription, it's still very good.”
Ma Zi put away the copper jue and lowered his voice.
"Old Zhou, show me the underground. There's really something good. If you ask me, it's definitely a national treasure.”
"Tell me first, what exactly is it?”
Although He Qing was unwilling to touch these things, it did not mean that he could not touch them.
If Ma Zi really had something good in his hands, He Qing naturally wouldn't miss it.
Although these dealers were all old-fashioned, they were all resourceful. Not to mention antiques, even if it was a national treasure, as long as they had enough money, they could send it overseas!
To He Qing, it was better to keep the country's treasures for himself than to let them flow out.
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