50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 117 Special Researcher Sun Zhiwei
After buying daily necessities, he went to the grocery store again, used all his pastry coupons, and bought some bread, cakes and snacks. Tomorrow is Friday, and his daughter will be coming home, and he will definitely like these things.

As for the tickets for shirts, shoes, and sanitary belts, he didn't know whether to buy them or not, so he could only give them to Tong Jiajia to deal with in the evening.

He was the only one at home at noon, and he was not good at cooking. Seeing that there were still a lot of eggs in the kitchen, he simply fried a few eggs as a dish and ate them with rice.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, warming up the cold weather. There was no wind in the yard, so he simply moved a rattan chair into the yard to read and bask in the sun.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard has long since ended its flowering period, and now it looks like just an ordinary tree. The jujube tree next to it has branches heavy with hanging jujubes.

He noticed that some of the dates had turned red, and it seemed that they were about to reach maturity. The dates that Nannan had been longing for would be ready to eat.

Just as he was thinking about what to do with the jujubes on the tree, the doorbell suddenly rang. Since there were few people around at this time of year, he went out to open the door, feeling puzzled.

Outside were two cadres wearing Zhongshan suits, one middle-aged and the other young.

"Who are you looking for?"

The young man was staring at the martyr plaque on the door in a daze. The middle-aged man saw Sun Zhiwei and asked with some confusion, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Sun Zhiwei's home?"

Sun Zhiwei almost laughed out of anger. Am I old? How can I be called an old man?

"This is Sun Zhiwei's home, but not Mr. Sun Zhiwei's home. It might be because they have the same name and surname. I guess you've got the wrong one."

After saying that, he was about to close the door.

"Wait, wait, we came here specially. Can we meet Mr. Sun Zhiwei?"

Sun Zhiwei didn't think they were bad guys, so he thought it might just be a misunderstanding, so he told them the truth: "I am Sun Zhiwei, but I am not old."

When the two heard what he said, they were stunned. Such a young Sun Zhiwei was definitely not the person they were looking for.

The young man said to the middle-aged man, "Dean, it seems like they have the same name and surname. We might have found the wrong address. How about we go back to the street office and ask?"

"I'm the only one named Sun Zhiwei on this street. Aunt Liang from the street knows me very well. You won't find another Sun Zhiwei on the street."

The middle-aged man thought about it, still a little unwilling, and took the initiative to speak: "We are from the Forbidden City. We are here to visit Mr. Sun, whom we met at the Forbidden City, because of the request of Mr. Ma Heng before his death."

Hearing the familiar name, Sun Zhiwei frowned.

"Mr. Ma passed away? When did it happen?"

When he was helping with cleaning and appraisal at the Forbidden City, Mr. Ma treated him very well and even invited him to work at the Forbidden City.

Although he hadn't seen him for several years, he could still clearly remember the appearance of Mr. Ma with his white beard and long gown.

"You also know Mr. Ma?"

"Yes, we met a few years ago when the Forbidden City was being renovated. I even participated in the appraisal team's appraisal."

The two looked at each other, both a little bit unbelievable. Could this young man really be the Sun Zhiwei introduced by Mr. Ma before his death?
"Did Mr. Ma ask you to appraise the lid of a Kangxi Doucai green dragon-patterned jar?"

"Kangxi? Is there something wrong with your work? It's clearly from the Qianlong era, but you recorded it as Kangxi? Each generation is truly inferior to the previous one."

"Forget it, it's none of my business. You guys go, I need to rest." An acquaintance passed away, and he was in a bad mood.

The two people outside the door finally reacted and quickly blocked the door. Sun Zhiwei was about to lose his temper when the middle-aged man quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Could you please reintroduce yourself? I'm Wu Zhongchao, the current director of the museum."

"Teacher Ma Heng asked us to come visit you before he died. Could you please come in and talk?"

Seeing that the neighbors outside were already gathering, Sun Zhiwei opened the door and let them in for Mr. Ma's sake.

Arriving in the yard, Director Wu Zhongchao spotted the two large trees and exclaimed, "What beautiful trees! It looks like you'll have a good harvest of dates this year."

"Haha, it's okay, I didn't care much about it. This is also left by our ancestors."

"Sit down, I'll make some tea."

Sun Zhiwei, who was much more fond of the two men, found a set of tea sets from the Qing Dynasty from the underground inventory and brewed a pot of Tieguanyin for them.

He likes to drink strong tea, and most of the time he makes this when guests come, unless they specify other tea.

Tea lovers have the same character. They want others to know that the tea they drink is good, and they also encourage others to drink the same tea as them.

Although Sun Zhiwei is not addicted to tea, he is very close to it, and his habits are moving in that direction.

"Nice tea set! This is a Jiaqing-era blue and white lotus-shaped teapot with a poem and inscription. It's so well preserved, it's really rare."

"Haha, it's just an ordinary teapot. As long as you can drink water from it, that's fine."

Although he knew the name of the teapot, he was not sure of its value. Since he had it at home, he might as well use it. Porcelain would not wear out, so as long as it was not broken, it would be fine.

Although Sun Zhiwei was modest, Wu Zhongchao no longer dared to treat him as an ordinary young man.

This kind of precious antique tea set of Jiaqing style is taken out and used so openly, which shows that others do not care about its value. This must be because they have seen a lot.

As for the thought that flashed through his mind, that the other party might not be aware of the value, he naturally dismissed it immediately.

How is that possible? This is the person recommended by Mr. Ma. Although he looks a little young, you can tell his extraordinaryness from the details of this teapot.

"Mr. Sun, Mr. Ma often mentioned your name to me when he was alive, but I was always busy with work and didn't have time to visit."

"In the autumn, when Mr. Ma was seriously ill, he spoke of you repeatedly from his sickbed and recommended you to me, saying that since he had known you, you had never failed to identify an item."

"Mr. Ma, you're overpraising me. I'm still young and my experience is limited. I've never failed, but that's just because I'm inexperienced. It's not something to brag about."

"You may be modest and cautious, but we still highly appreciate Mr. Ma's recommendation. I wonder if we can invite you to work at the museum."

"Haha, forget it. I'm living a good life now, and I love my current job."

"Don't be so quick to refuse. I'm here to ask you to come out of retirement with all my sincerity."

"You know, we're broke and short-staffed right now. There are many things we want to do but can't. There's something right in front of us, but we don't know what it is. That feeling is so heartbreaking."

"Look, this is the letter of appointment, the highest level."

Sun Zhiwei took the letter of appointment curiously and took a look at it. It read: "Sun Zhiwei is specially appointed as the special research curator of the Palace Museum."

(End of this chapter)