1979 The Life of Idle Fish

Chapter 104: Fatty Yang’s Story of Selling a House [-]

Luo Tao looked at the glass painting mounted on the window frame and immediately fell in love with it. He came closer and pinched the corner with his hand. Wow, it's interesting. It was painted on.

Luo Tao took another step back, looked at the glass painting carefully, and murmured: "Lying on the ice begging for carps, playing with colors to entertain relatives", 24 filial piety pictures!

After counting again, there are really 24 small pieces of glass. The painting uses a lot of Western painting techniques. It seems that the glass is a Western product, not like traditional glass. The time is probably the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

"Hou Ming, let's go look elsewhere."

The two went to another wing room, and Luo Tao chose to look at the glass first, but it was a pity that there were only ordinary glass here.

After walking around the house again, only the bed and furniture were left, and not a single copper was left. Seeing this, I had no choice but to go out and meet that arrogant fat man.

When I walked out the door, I saw the fat man coming over to greet me and said, "How is it? I'm satisfied."

Luo Tao smiled: "It's okay, I wonder what the three wooden boxes over there are for Mr. Yang?"

Luo Tao's sharp eyes saw three boxes that had just been moved out of the door.

"Oh, just some old books, calligraphy and paintings, all worthless things." Seeing that Luo Tao didn't mention the house, he asked what was in the box.I feel a little nervous in my heart. Is this because I don’t like the house?

The fat man looked at his house again with his small eyes. It was quite nice!The house with flowers and trees is well preserved, and it is under the imperial city. Where can I buy it in this year and age?

"Can you take a look?" Luo Tao pointed to the place where the box was placed.

"Ah, um... I'm sorry, I've sold everything." The fat man's expression was surprised, and then suddenly changed a little. It seemed that this guy was holding back his bad intentions.

"Haha, look, it should be fine! Mr. Yang, it's easy to talk about the house." Luo Tao still smiled and talked, but he had to show off a little bit in advance and hint about the house.

"Oh, that's good, that's good." The fat man took Luo Tao to see those things very wisely.

The box was not locked, so the fat man opened the box closest to them first.

The moment the box was opened, Luo Tao was confused. He should have beaten the fat man to death. There were so many thread-bound books packed in such a mess.

"Let's take a look at it, let's do it!"

The fat man replied: "It's up to you."

Then he took out his own cigarette and smoked it. Luo Tao wanted to smoke him when he saw the cigarette box.

Isn't it just Hongzhongnanhai? You can get it, but you don't have any discernment, and you don't know how to give me a piece.

Luo Tao flipped through this annotated "The Analects of Confucius", an ancient book annotated by Zhu Xi in the third year of Tongzhi in the Qing Dynasty, and he was always cursing the fat man in his heart. After going abroad, he was destined to be a shabu-shabu.

After putting down this book, I copied another one, "Zhiyanzhai's Review of Stones" written in the 19th year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty. The name is so familiar!I looked through the content again and saw the God of Wealth when I went out today.

I was extremely excited, but I still looked like a normal person. My hands kept flipping through this book that gave me a headache. Why are there so many traditional Chinese characters? It was so torturous. Fortunately, I knew a lot of them, and there were According to many Zhu's commentaries, it seems that "Dream of Red Mansions" has not escaped.

"Are you sure?" The little fat man became anxious and began to urge Luo Tao.

When Luo Tao heard his urging, he stopped reading. He had read these two books, so it was worth buying them for him. There were at least a hundred books in the box.

"Haha, okay, let's take a look at these two boxes." Luo Tao didn't care that he was in a hurry, but it was more important to look at things.

He opened both boxes in one click and said impatiently: "Hurry up, I'll have a dinner later."

"Okay, I won't be able to hold you back for a while, Mr. Yang." Luo Tao should be a grandson for the sake of his treasure.

Luo Tao took out an exhibition and looked at it two feet away. His heartbeat began to rise and he thought to himself: Shrimp, shrimp, Old Man Baishi.

All the paintings are on display. Well, this is another authentic work. His family has already collected three or four paintings by Old Man Baishi, and with Mr. Zhang’s long-term teaching, Luo Tao can still distinguish the paintings by Old Man Baishi.

Feeling at ease, I put it away and put it in. I didn't plan to look at anything else. I just wanted one genuine piece. People can't be greedy, but after thinking about it, I knew that the other calligraphy and paintings couldn't be too bad.

Then he turned around and looked at another box of porcelain. There were four large jars with heavy and gorgeous paintings. He looked at one of the painted objects on it. It turned out to be the "Western-style Building" in the Old Summer Palace. The painting style was very similar to Castiglione's new style. body painting.

Seeing the good things, Luo Tao couldn't let them slip away from his eyes, so he asked: "Mr. Yang, I would like to ask, why did your friend buy these things?"

"How do I know this? Besides, why are you asking? It has nothing to do with buying a house. Why do you want it?" Fatty Yang threw away the cigarette that almost burned his mouth and asked Luo Tao curiously. .

"Haha, to tell you the truth, my father is very interested in these things. I wonder if I can let your friend part with me. The price is easy to negotiate." Luo Tao used Luo Shaoyi as a shield.

"Ahem, my friend gave me five thousand for these things." As he spoke, he stretched out a pig's trotter and dangled it in front of Luo Tao. Seeing how strong he was, he just needed a beating.

"Oh, don't you know that he gave the money to Mr. Yang?"

"Uh." Fatty Yang was stunned for a moment. Yes, he opened his mouth and didn't give the money. He didn't even pay the deposit. "It seems like your friends don't have much sincerity towards you, Mr. Yang." Don't worry about whether you can buy it or not. It's better to disgust them first.

"Uh, how much can you offer?" Fatty Yang said as he rolled his eyes.

Luo Tao thought to himself that this guy like you knows how to use honorifics, and he thought that he didn't teach him at home.

"I'm offering four thousand, Mr. Yang, I wonder what you think?" Luo Tao didn't offer a price that was too low, and still took good care of him.

Look at the grandson's big fat face, shaking like a rattle, "It's too low, my friend offered five thousand. If you don't pay this amount, you'd better look at the house!"

"Oh, Mr. Yang, please wait for a few minutes, okay? I'll discuss it with my brother?" Luo Tao had no objection to the price, so he wanted to take some measures to avoid future troubles.

"Mingzi, go out and find a piece of white paper and a pen. It would be better if you could get some red ink pad," Luo Tao whispered to Hou Ming.

"Brother, why do you want this?" Hou Ming asked confused.

"If you want to go, go quickly. This is a big deal. Remember to come back quickly." Luo Tao told him again not to waste time.

"Okay, I'll be here in a minute," Hou Ming said and left the courtyard.

Luo Tao turned around and said to Fatty Yang with a smile: "Mr. Yang, we discussed the price you mentioned and it's okay, but..."

Before Luo Tao finished speaking, he gave Fatty Yang a chance to breathe and waited for him to answer.

Fatty Yang is not a mortal. After a second thought, he realized that he should just follow the routine!

"But what? You have something to say, but it doesn't matter."

"Haha, if I say this, it sounds like I don't trust you, Mr. Yang, but you asked me, so I'll just say it. Please listen. I bought something, but I need Mr. Yang to write a copy of it. I wonder if the agreement you sold to me will work?”

After hearing what he said, Fatty Yang understood why Hou Ming had gone out just now. He was looking for pen and paper, "Haha, what did I say? No problem."

"Haha, Mr. Yang, you are really a prime minister who can support a boat. I can't hope for him." Luo Tao's words were not complimentary. Who would expect a parent to be so naturally "beautiful".

"Haha, you are exaggerating. Come on, this is a good cigarette."

Luo Tao felt a little happy when he saw him handing over the cigarette. Not everyone could smoke this cigarette, so he quickly took it and thanked him.

It looked really good, and there was a strong smell of the front door as soon as I smoked it. Luo Tao thought he was hallucinating because he was happy, so he took a few more puffs. Damn it, this fat guy can pretend to be someone else.

Luo Tao didn't expose him either. Don't let this trivial matter ruin his big business.

"The smoke is good!"

Okay, don't you have some idea in your mind?But he said: "It's a good cigarette. I've never smoked it before. It's thanks to you today."

"Ahem, trivial matter"

Luo Tao complained silently in his heart about not pretending to die.

The two chatted for a while, and Hou Ming came.

"Brother, it's all here. Take a look." Hou Ming said and gave the things to Luo Tao. There were enough paper, pen, and ink pads.

Luo Tao took it and wrote an antique trading agreement on the box, and sent it to Fatty Yang for review.

"Mr. Yang, look at what else is wrong."

Fatty Yang took it and looked at it carefully. When he saw that there was no problem, he said: "No problem, give me the pen."

Luo Tao handed him the pen, and he wrote down his name, Yang Wuchi. Upon seeing this, Luo Tao gave him the ink pad to press one, just in case.

"Isn't this necessary?"

"Hey, Mr. Yang, if you press this button, I can safely give you money, right?" Luo Tao said, taking out the money from his bag and placing it in front of him. The money was so touching.

"Okay, today I'm going to be Yang Bailao." The fat man's show was really good.

Hey, what I said is, I am that Huang Shiren.

"Keep this money, and count the money for the house." Luo Tao saw that he had signed and pledged, so he gave him ten zha of the money for the house.

"No problem, let's go to the housing management office." After counting, he went to handle the house transfer procedures without stopping.

(End of this chapter)