Mixed in 1980

Chapter 45: My Hands Are Really Slippery
Chen Fan has earned quite a bit of money recently.

The most beautiful youth was serialized and published, and I received 6120 yuan in royalties, and two editorials added another 170 yuan. No matter how you calculate it, it is impossible for the family to be short of money.

After deducting the 3600 yuan for buying the house, there should be quite a bit left.

Before today, Xu Jinqiu would not have asked about it, but now it is different. Both sides’ parents have met each other, and according to the procedure, the next step is to get the marriage certificate.

That is to say, because they were not old enough, it was changed to engagement.

Chen Fan came to the bedside and pulled out a secret box from the corner: "There shouldn't be many left. Let me count how many are left."

All in all, there was 1625 yuan left.

The gap between the amount needed to buy a stand-alone courtyard house is getting bigger and bigger.

Xu Jinqiu quickly calculated in her mind and couldn't help rolling her eyes: "No wonder Auntie said you're a spendthrift. Calculate it yourself. How can you spend money like this?"

Not counting the money spent on buying a house, Chen Fan has spent a total of 1065 yuan since he received his royalties, of which 300 yuan was given to Chen Min, 360 yuan was used to buy concentric buckles, and other expenses amounted to 405 yuan.

It only took a short time, but it cost an ordinary worker a year's salary.

"The young wife is going to become a housekeeper."

Chen Fan hugged the girl from behind and gently bit her earlobe. The girl softened and said shyly, "Stop it, let's talk business. Didn't you say there was a bigger surprise in this house?"

Holding the girl's soft body, Chen Fan gently knocked on the long desk he used for daily writing and said in a low voice, "Do you know what kind of wood this desk is made of?"

"Is this the surprise you were talking about?"

Xu Jinqiu looked at it carefully for a while, but couldn't see anything special. It was just an ordinary table. If she had to add an adjective, it would be: old!

"You don't know the value of this? This is red sandalwood. In ancient times, red sandalwood was used exclusively by the royal family and was called the emperor's wood. Now a new case costs more than a thousand."

His father is a carpenter, and Chen Fan often went to the furniture factory when he was a child. After he became rich in his previous life, he also played with mahogany furniture, so he has a relatively good understanding of wood.

"You said it was new. Who would want such an old one?" Xu Jinqiu said with disdain.

"I want an old one. I don't care about new ones. This case is probably passed down from the Ming and Qing dynasties. It's an antique, don't you understand?"

"Antiques are not valuable!" Xu Jinqiu curled her lips.

My mother, Li Xiuzhen, used to work in Liulichang. Although she was not in charge of antiques, she knew more than the average person through observation and exposure, and she talked to her mother about it many times.

Antiques are prohibited from being bought and sold by private individuals. In the past, they were collected by special organizations. An official kiln ware from the three dynasties of the Qing Dynasty would be sold for three or five yuan at most.

It’s the same now, no one cares.

Liulichang and Friendship Store do sell antiques, but those are used to earn foreign exchange and are specifically designed to defraud foreigners. They are priced at thousands or even tens of thousands, which is not affordable for ordinary people.

What's more, what they sell are not high-quality products. The regulations stipulate that only products made after the 60th year of Emperor Qianlong's reign can be sold. The categories are also screened, and only those with large stocks can be sold to the public.

But those are all official matters and have nothing to do with ordinary people. To ordinary people, old items are just old items, and many of them are sold as scrap.

"Silly Ni'er, haven't you heard the saying, 'Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times.' Right now the organization is vigorously advocating economic development. In a few years, this stuff will be valuable."

At this point, Chen Fan couldn't help but sigh: "It's just that I don't know much about antiques. If I knew about this stuff, I would get some and I would be rich in a few years."

"You don't understand anything, so how do you know that the case is from the Ming and Qing dynasties?" Xu Jinqiu asked curiously.

“This case is very old.”

Chen Fan whispered about the origin of the long case, and it was actually picked up by Li Hongbing.

When his family secretly ran away to Hong Kong, Li Hongbing suffered a lot. Not only was his home smashed to pieces, he didn't even have a bowl to eat from.

Later, Li Hongbing started riding a tricycle, carrying people and goods, and doing moving for other people. If he came across old furniture and bottles and cans that others didn't want, he would pick them up or buy them at a low price and use them.

This is how the long table came about. Before Li Hongbing brought it back, it had been used by someone else for a long time, so it had a certain history. Not only the long table, but also the armchairs in the room were picked up by Li Hongbing. Chen Fan couldn't recognize the period, but he could recognize the wood, which was also made of red sandalwood.

There are four such chairs in total, and the other three are in Li Hongbing's room.

In addition to these old furniture, there are many other good things in Li Hongbing's room.

Why was Zhang Jianjun able to become rich in his previous life and make a comeback every time after failure? It was all thanks to these old items. Whenever he was short of money, he could just sell one.

"Are you so sure that antiques will be valuable in the future?" Xu Jinqiu curled her lips. She didn't have any particular liking for these old items.

"The high prices of antiques sold at the Friendship Store prove that they are valuable. It's just that everyone is poor now and can't afford them."

Chen Fan was naturally certain that he didn’t have to wait too long. After 1985, the market gradually heated up, and by the 1990s, it was booming.

However, Chen Fan did not have any special fondness for antiques. If he really came across them, he would collect a few pieces. Just like the things in the house, if he bought them, he would earn money and it would provide some additional security for the future.

But Chen Fan was not interested in collecting antiques specifically, as there were too many pitfalls. As an outsider, if he really went to collect antiques, he would most likely be paying tuition fees.

"After Brother Bingzi leaves, we'll sort out the old stuff. We'll have to find someone knowledgeable to look at it later to make sure things don't get mixed up."

"I'll ask my mom later. She used to work at Liulichang and knows people in this industry."

"Our mother still has this relationship?"

Chen Fan was delighted. He hugged his wife, bent down and kissed her.

Xu Jinqiu hummed, and felt her whole body go numb, as if she had lost all her strength, and slowly immersed herself in the soft and hot touch, until...

Gathering her last bit of strength, Xu Jinqiu grabbed a claw. Her whole body turned red with shame. She bit her lip and looked at Chen Fan aggrievedly.

"Wife, my hand slipped!"

Chen Fan chuckled. The feeling that could not be grasped by one hand was really addictive.

"Hands slip, can they slip into clothes?"

Grabbing his arm, Xu Jinqiu bit it. This bastard was becoming more and more outrageous.

It was not until Chen Fan begged for mercy that Xu Jinqiu relented. She then stood aside with a book in hand and watched, forbidding Chen Fan to get any closer, fearing that he would do something even more outrageous.

Chen Fan didn't care and sat next to her. He got closer and kissed her again. Then he picked up the pen and continued writing the short story. Today he had a new idea, another editorial.

I had been thinking about not writing editorials anymore.

But as soon as I started writing yesterday, ideas kept popping up in my mind and I couldn't stop.

There is even a sense of pleasure!

Especially those critical and abusive words, Chen Fan found that he became more and more excited the more he wrote. The feeling of making money by abusing others really made him feel so good.

Gradually, Chen Fan discovered that he actually had the potential to be a troll, but he didn't know whether he would be scolded after posting these articles.

But even if he was scolded, Chen Fan didn't care. When "The Most Beautiful Youth" was released, there were not many people scolding him. He was too lazy to pay attention.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan suddenly stopped and looked at Xu Jinqiu: "Wife, the new issue of People's Literature should be out, right?"

"You just remembered?"

Xu Jinqiu was speechless. It had already been published for several days. This person was really careless. He didn't even care about his own work. "I've already bought it. I'll bring it to you this afternoon."

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