Zhengyangmen: I refuse to be a bootlicker, Su Meng panicked

It is now June of 1978.

Han Chunming knew very well that the turning point meeting would be held in another month.

About a month after the turning point meeting, the top authorities will relax and encourage the individual economy.

By then, the entire Qianmen Street will quickly become bustling and become a bustling city!

Moreover, it developed into one of the main commercial centers of Yanjing! And this house is located in the center of the center! From the front hall to the second floor, then to the third floor. And then down to the backyard.

Han Chunming walked and looked around, mainly to see if the old items had been moved away!

After checking all the way, Han Chunming found no signs of movement.

Come to think of it, it’s just like what Scarface said back then.

They find it troublesome to move these broken things away! This is exactly what Han Chunming wants!

The backyard only had two rooms. In the center was a large flower garden! However, it hadn't been tended to for a long time and was already in a state of decay.

There's nothing interesting here. Han Chunming took a quick look and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a spot of light in the mud attracted Han Chunming's attention.

When I looked at it carefully, I found that it was a piece of porcelain.

It was about the size of a thumb, and because of the sunlight, the light was reflected into Han Chunming's eyes.

Seeing this, Han Chunming's eyes couldn't help but jump slightly!

Although this piece of inferior porcelain is not big, the glaze of the porcelain piece appears very soft and delicate under the reflection of the sunlight!

More importantly, the sharp corners of the porcelain pieces reveal a hint of blue and white glaze!

"Old item!" "Blue and white porcelain?"

Han Chunming's heart began to pound.

This kind of glaze can only be found on porcelain pieces that are hundreds of years old.

The thickness of the body, the fineness of the glaze, and the touch of green

When Han Chunming thinks of flower glaze color, the first thing he thinks of is Yuan blue and white porcelain!

However, it was only a small piece of porcelain after all. Han Chunming did not dare to draw a conclusion! He saw the scarred man following not far away.

Han Chunming thought about it, walked over calmly, and pretended to check the survival status of the flowers and plants.

But his eyes were secretly using the god-level identification technique on the porcelain piece.

Soon, the identification information of the porcelain fragment appeared in front of Han Chunming.

"Yuan Dynasty blue and white plum vase (fragment), Yuan Dynasty blue and white "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage" plum vase fragment, produced by the Jingdezhen official kiln in the seventh year of Emperor Shundi of the Yuan Dynasty..."

Yuan blue and white porcelain!

Plum vase!

Looking at these two glaring words, Han Chunming couldn't help but tremble violently.

As we all know, Yuan blue and white porcelain can be said to be the best among blue and white porcelains. Very few of them are still in existence.

More than half of them were snatched away overseas.

And among them, there are even fewer character cans!

It can be said to be the most precious among them.

Han Chunming remembered that in later times, a blue and white porcelain jar depicting Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon was sold at a sky-high price of hundreds of millions! It caused a sensation!

And this fragment actually came from a Yuan Dynasty blue and white plum vase with the inscription "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage"!

What makes Han Chunming even more intrigued is why there is such a fragment of Yuan blue and white porcelain here!

Could it be that… there is something else in this land? Thinking of this, Han Chunming remained calm, but his breathing became rapid.

However, this only takes a few breaths.

Han Chunming had already adjusted himself quietly. He stood up, clapped his hands, and returned to the corridor.

By the way, Han Chunming glanced at the scarred man out of the corner of his eye, and was relieved to see that he didn't show any strange expression.

"Let's go! It's OK!"

Han Chunming waved to Guan Xiaoguan, and the two of them walked towards the front hall.

"How is it? Is it okay?" This time, it was the scarred man who spoke.

Although he spoke, he didn't dare to look Han Chunming in the eye as he thought of the heart-wrenching scene before.

"Can!"

"Let's go get the street office to sign and stamp it!" At that time, there was no such thing as a real estate certificate. All we needed was a signed contract. Of course, it would be best if a street office official was willing to witness it.

In order to avoid subsequent troubles, Han Chunming naturally asked to go to the street to ask the street cadres to witness.

The group came to a nearby street. In this era, there were not many real estate transactions.

I learned that Han Chunming actually spent nearly 5,000 yuan to buy the dilapidated house on Qianmen Street.

The street officials were shocked.

He couldn't help but look Han Chunming up and down, secretly guessing Han Chunming's identity.

Seeing that he was dressed simply, the guess that he was the son of a large factory director was ruled out.

I secretly guessed that he must be the descendant of some great red leader.

Especially when they saw the young, beautiful and elegant Guan Xiaoguan behind Han Chunming, their judgment was further strengthened.

At that moment, his attitude became more enthusiastic and he took the initiative to help Han Chunming serve as a witness.

Soon, Han Chunming and the landlord, Mr. Fang, signed the contract. Han Chunming counted out five thousand yuan and handed it to Mr. Fang without hesitation.

However, as soon as the money reached Mr. Fang, the scarred man took away most of it!

Then, Scarface threw the key to Han Chunming.

As if he was afraid that Han Chunming would regret it, he pulled Mr. Fang out.

"Ugh!"

Mr. Fang is also helpless!

He sighed and left in a hurry.

"What a prodigal son!"

The street cadres couldn't help but sigh.

They manage all the big and small matters in the street, so naturally they know a lot about the situation in the other party's hometown.

Seeing this, Han Chunming couldn't help but stop and was about to leave.

He casually asked, "What's wrong? Is that scarred man Mr. Fang's son?"

The reason he asked this was because of the fragment of Yuan blue and white porcelain! Mr. Fang, since you are willing to sell this house, you must have other houses.

Since there are fragments of Yuan blue and white porcelain here, are there any other places?

Of course, Han Chunming also knew that this possibility was very low.

But it won't delay anything, so there's nothing wrong with listening to the story.

What's more, if this scarred man really has a bad record, I'm afraid we'll have to be on guard against him in the future.

After all, in two months, once the policy comes out.

The housing and land prices here will skyrocket. What if this grandson regrets it and starts causing trouble?

"Hey! That's right!"

Seeing Han Chunming's interest, a cadre named Lin immediately said enthusiastically, "He is Mr. Fang's only son, named Fang Long!"

"But he's a famous thug on Qianmen Street!"

"He's been a scoundrel since he was little! Fighting, stealing, everything!"

"During the ten years of turmoil, I committed many sins. The scar on my face was left during that time..."

"He's addicted to smoking, drinking, and gambling, and he's already in his thirties and still hasn't found a wife!"

"The Fang family's ancestors were quite prominent. Besides this house, they also had a large courtyard in Dazhalan!"

"But no matter how big a fortune is, it can't withstand such a loss! Look, after taking the money, he'll probably go gambling again!"

Lin couldn't help but say with a look of deep sorrow. "Is that so?"

Han Chunming nodded. Sure enough! There are other houses!

I just don’t know if the things in this house were hidden by the ancestors of the Fang family.

If they really hid it, maybe there are also things hidden in the house over there.

Modern history can be described as full of disasters.