The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

　　 This is an imported old safe. The copper nameplate is clearly engraved with "1951" and two rows of Russian letters. With the double-disc combination lock and the double-hole four-corner key, the brother-in-law also opened it and showed the thickness of the steel plate. Eight hundred percent of the thieves can only stare!

　　 "This safe is said to be fireproof, but your sister is careful, and all the cabinets for clothes in the room have been moved to the assistant room."

　　 In this way, even if it catches fire, the temperature in the main room won’t be too high—all my sister’s belongings are in this safe.

　　 The safe has a large volume. In addition to a few silver dollars, a gold ring and a few certificates, there are four cotton bags inside.

　　 "It's all two yuan?" Zhang Nan turned to ask his cousin.

　　 "It's all, a total of 12 bundles, twenty-four. The whole box is in the bank, I didn't dare to ask." A box of ten bundles, wrapped in thick kraft paper, you can't see the money inside without opening the bag. Not to mention brother-in-law, Zhang Nan didn't dare to ask for it.

　　 Talking about the brother-in-law also opened a pocket, and the four bundles of "turners" were honestly inside.

　　 The whole bundle of "turners", even Zhang Nan had only heard of it in 2011, but never seen it, at least three million bundles! The whole product is more valuable than the old one, the whole knife is more expensive, and the whole bundle is a step up. As for the "turner" of the whole piece (that is, the whole box), it is probably only available in the warehouse of the People's Bank of China!

　　 calculated in his heart, "Nima, at least 36 million!"

　　 Cousin-in-law was an 18-year-old soldier and worked as a scout. Later he became a car soldier because of some injuries. After fighting back in 1979, he fought back in self-defense against Vietnam. My cousin was also 18 years old and started working after graduating from high school. Starting from an apprenticeship for 16 yuan a month, the couple married in 78 years. I can save so much money in these years. I don’t know how many people I would envy!

　　 You need to know that in 1980, an old worker would cost more than 40 yuan a month, and the driver's flexible and miscellaneous brains could make a total of one or two hundred. Zhang Nan knows that the drivers of the Materials Bureau can basically make a monthly income of four to five hundred for the past two years, and the cousin's monthly salary plus bonus is also one hundred and fifty-six, but saving this money is really not an ordinary cow. .

　　 "Sister, brother-in-law, don't move the money. If there is an urgent need at home, I have it. I have made thousands of money by dumping things in the past few months."

　　 "Don't worry, I have the money for emergency use. I told my acquaintances that as soon as the news about the new money comes out, you will change all the money you have, and you will also take your money and change it together."

　　 I talked to my brother-in-law about the importance of collecting, and they understand it. Although this "turner" will only accept payment in 1992, it is estimated that it will be difficult to change the whole bill in another year or two-it seems that the fourth set of RMB will be printed next year.

　　 Seeing that there is still a place in the safe, "Brother-in-law, I have a valuable jar and some silver dollars here."

　　 "Okay, do you want to go now?"

"it is good."

　　 The "inventory" that Zhang Nan had obtained most half a year ago was sealed in the wall, and this time I brought it back to my brother-in-law's home insurance.

　　 "It seems that I have to find a way to get a big safe." I thought.

　　 Did not ride a bike, the two made a round trip after half an hour, and put the cardboard box with the porcelain jar and a pack of silver dollars into the safe and locked them. It is estimated that the mallets at home would be too lazy to take away even if the thief was recruited.

　　 There are not many thieves in this year, and the walls of Zhang Nan's house are full of broken glass. Such thieves generally avoid them and do not take risks. But just in case, Zhang Nan kept dozens of dollars in the bedside table at any time to prevent thieves from leaving.

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　　 After finishing work early the next morning and having lunch early, Section Chief Ding asked the driver in the bureau to help, and drove Zhang Nan to the food company's motorcade parking lot in an old-fashioned GAZ 69.

This is a good deal. Although the GAZ 69 is old-fashioned, there are only 5 cars in the county: two Beijing jeeps in the county government, the material bureau has a GAZ and a Beijing jeep, and an old GAZ in the second Light game. Even the county government often asks to borrow this vintage car Zhang Nan rides.

　　The eight-ton old Jiefang, filled with a cart full of peanuts, more than 300 kilometers and halfway to eat, did not arrive in Shanghai until more than ten o'clock in the evening. Halfway through, Zhang Nan also drove for three or four hours on behalf of the driver's old money, letting him sleep: Zhang Nan had a driver's license, and when he was 15 years old, his cousin taught him to drive, and he was able to repair the car.

　　 I simply spent some money in the first half of the year. The trustee tried to find a way to get the driver's license from the Public Security Bureau. It would be difficult and difficult to get a driver's license, but simple is that easy.

　　 After 10 o'clock every night, Shanghai is the most prosperous Nanjing Road. Large trucks are driven casually. This is completely unimaginable in the "Magic City" in Shanghai 30 years later!

　　 Because he had already greeted him in advance, the driver, Qian Qian, drove the heavy-duty truck rumblingly in the middle of the night, and first sent Zhang Nan to the East China Electric Power Bureau to get the train ticket. He was taken to the guest house of the Shanghai Railway Bureau next to the train station. It was 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

　　 Saying goodbye to the old money, he has to unload the goods overnight.

　　 With the letter of introduction and the soft sleeper train ticket, he successfully got a small single room.

The next morning, I didn’t bring my bag. I squeezed the bus with my hands empty. I arrived at the Kuaiji Road Antique Market. I found some Beijing-style Mandarin that I had practiced in my previous life. I found the first few times I came here to shop for goods. The ticket sellers I met at the time.

　　 first paid a deposit of 300 yuan, and met in the old place after two or three weeks, and prepared at least 10,000 catties of national food stamps. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 This is a half-underground antique market on Kuaiji Road in Shanghai, but there are not many people who play black and white as long as they are familiar big customers and regular customers.

　　 I negotiated the food stamps and exchanged a lot of foreign exchange papers. The ticket dealer surnamed Wang also introduced Zhang Nan to a dealer who played ancient coins.

　　Because the Kuaiji Road Market is entirely in the form of a street stall, and the public security, industrial and commercial inspections are still being conducted, the three of them made an appointment at a snack bar on the side of the road.

　　 Lai Ren is a native of Shanghai, in his forties, with the surname Zhang, who is a little thin and inconspicuous.

　　 "My brother is big!" Hearing that more than 500 silver dollars would be traded at the end of this year, the coin dealer Zhang gave a thumbs up directly.

　　 "Lao Zhang, I like Long Yang. I want to have a good appearance. The smaller ones are better. Brother, do you have that?"

Zhang Nan not only buys, but also sells: he plans to deal with all the common varieties of Yuan Datou, Xiaotou, Zhanyang, Zuoyang and Yingyang, leaving only good products like Longyang and various rare ones. Variety.

　　 are all insiders, don’t talk nonsense. "Yes, a lot, but the price is a little bit higher. Brother, you said something is going on today, I will bring it for you now, maybe half an hour?"

　　 "It's too late, I'll meet here later, I'll go shopping first." After eating and talking about the meal, I went and wandered around.

　　 After the rebirth of this place, every time I came to Shanghai for business trips or waiting for a bus, I would switch to shopping malls whenever I had time, and I was very familiar with it after a few trips.

　　 But in my previous life, I don’t want to visit here in Shanghai, because in 1988, the vendors on Kuaiji Road were forced to move to the "Liuhe Road Old Handicraft Market".

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