1952: Walking through Nantongluo Alley

Liu Haizhong spent the whole day studying the 7.62mm internal threaded tube, and even during lunch, he kept the drawing in his hands.

As the workday was about to end, the workshop director came to Liu Haizhong.

"How's Lao Liu doing? Is he confident he can make a 7.62mm internally threaded pipe?"

Liu Haizhong hesitated for a moment, not wanting to take the risk without being completely sure.

At this time the workshop director continued.

"Old Liu, I hope you can roll up your sleeves and work hard. Don't worry about damaging the cutting tools. The country is in urgent need of these 7.62mm internally threaded pipes."

"Don't worry about the knives getting damaged. We'll have a few more delivered tomorrow."

Hearing this, Liu Haizhong's frown relaxed.

He excitedly assured the workshop director.

"Don't worry, Director. I've memorized the blueprints and the dimensions of every part. I was worried about the tools at first, but now I'm relieved after hearing what you said."

"Tomorrow, I will start to try to process 7.62mm internal threaded pipe."

The workshop director patted his shoulder with satisfaction.

"Okay! I've been waiting for you to say that."

"Although a few more tools will be delivered tomorrow, I still hope that you can produce the 0mm internal threaded pipe without any tool scrapping, Lao Liu."

After saying that, the workshop director turned and left.

Looking at the workshop director's back, Liu Haizhong was extremely excited.

Yi Zhonghai has always been the one putting pressure on him.

Today I finally found an opportunity to put pressure on Yi Zhonghai.

When Jia Dongxu, who was standing by, heard the conversation between the two, his face turned darker than a bag of charcoal.

"You dare to steal my master's things, Liu Haizhong, just wait. I'll tell my master after get off work!"

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get off work, Jia Dongxu jogged all the way back to the courtyard.

Running back to the courtyard, Jia Dongxu knocked on Yi Zhonghai's door, panting.

"Master, this is bad! Something terrible has happened!"

Yi Zhonghai, who was reading a newspaper in the room, heard his apprentice's words and immediately opened the door with one hand in panic.

"Dongxu, what's going on? What happened?"

Jia Dongxu said while panting.

"Second uncle, Second uncle snatched the task assigned to you by the leader."

"I know about this, why make such a fuss?"

"With Liu Haizhong's half-baked skills, even after I recover and can go back to work, he still won't be able to make a 7.62mm internal threaded pipe."

"Second uncle will try processing it tomorrow!" Jia Dongxu continued.

"What?" Yi Zhonghai opened his eyes wide.

"There's only one tool in the entire factory. How dare he try to make it? Isn't he afraid of damaging the only tool in the factory?"

"I heard from the workshop director today that a few more cutting tools will be delivered tomorrow. By then, as long as we can make 7.62mm internal threaded pipes, even if a few cutting tools are scrapped, I'm afraid the boss won't punish us!"

"What? There is such a thing?" Yi Zhonghai's eyes widened even more.

"No! I have to go back to work tomorrow and I can't give anyone in Liu Hai a chance to get on top of me!"

"Master, your arm is not healed yet..." Jia Dongxu said worriedly.

"Don't worry about this. I, your uncle, will naturally have my own way!"

......

Chen Xiao rode his bicycle and first went back to the courtyard and took out all his savings from under the bed. After getting married, Chen Xiao's assets were only 350 yuan. If he had not obtained the golden eye talent, then this 350 yuan would be enough for him to spend.

But now that I have obtained the talent of golden eyes, these 350 yuan are really not enough to spend. Maybe I can't even afford to buy an antique.

There are still a few days before salary is paid, so Chen Xiao kept 20 yuan for living expenses and put the rest of the money into his sea of ​​consciousness.

When I came to the pool, Qin Huairu was washing clothes. I told her that I might be back later.

So I told her to wait until dark before starting to cook.

Then Chen Xiao rode his bicycle out of the courtyard and came to Liulichang in the old city.

Panjiayuan only began to take shape after 1992. Currently, only Liulichang, which was built in the 50s, is relatively famous.

There is even a modern TV series specifically made around Liulichang.

This is enough to illustrate the influence of Liulichang Antique Market in modern my country.

As soon as you step into Liulichang, you will see small stalls and various shops scattered along the streets.

Chen Xiao currently cannot afford to buy the things in the store, so they are not on his itinerary.

Pushing the bicycle along the street, the power of the golden eyes kept scanning the stalls beside him.

Unfortunately, 99% of antiques are fakes.

For example, the bronze ware from last week, and the various calligraphy and paintings that were just copied yesterday.

If it weren't for the ability of the golden eyes, Chen Xiao, who knew nothing about antiques, would most likely be turned away.

After all, every antique looks real in Chen Xiao's eyes.

After walking for a while, Chen Xiao discovered something good with his golden eyes.

In order to ensure that he would not be blinded, he scanned a few more times with his golden eyes.

This Ming Dynasty Zhangzhou kiln blue and white porcelain vase, made in 1648, is 304 years old. It has a slight flaw on the bottom and has been restored using aging techniques. Its current market value is 350 yuan.

Chen Xiao squatted down and glanced a few more times with his golden eyes.

The seller, who was originally sitting on the ground with his hands in his sleeves, became excited.

"Would you like to take a look?"

Chen Xiao took the porcelain vase in his hand, examined it carefully, and then paused for a few seconds at the flaw on the bottom of the vase that had been repaired using an aging technique.

Then he carefully placed it on the ground.

"It's a good thing, but it's a pity..."

Chen Xiao didn't finish his words. The antique world has its own rules.

Even if it is fake, you cannot say it in front of the seller, otherwise you will be beaten.

Although I have never been involved in this industry before, I have watched many related TV dramas.

The seller's heart skipped a beat, as he had been staring at Chen Xiao.

I deliberately lingered on that flaw for a moment. Could it be that he was really an expert? Could he have seen that it was old and repaired?

He looked up at Chen Xiao, his eyes closely watching Chen Xiao's every move.

"What's a pity?"

Chen Xiao's mouth corners slightly raised.

"Do you still want me to tell the truth? I've already said it's a good thing."

"Forget it, you better make an offer."

The seller extended a sleeve, and Chen Xiao hesitated for a moment, but still reached his hand in.

No wonder there are no girls in this industry. If you ask for prices like this, you will be taken advantage of by others every day.

Touching the seller's offer, Chen Xiao frowned.

"Too many..."

Then he raised a finger to bargain.

Unfortunately, the seller disagreed and changed his gestures again.

At this time, the two people's hands were constantly bidding and bargaining in their sleeves.

That level is even more exciting than Naruto's ninjutsu hand seals!