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Chapter 113: The Second Part of "The Value of Art"

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The factory accountant is about to go to the city to purchase, I took a ride.

At the airport in the city, I bought a ticket to Beijing.

The airplane thing is really amazing, and the first time I sat, I vomited all over.

It's evening at Beijing.

I looked around, and the hotel was too expensive.

I slept in the flower bed all night, and I inquired about many places the next day.

Finally, I found an ancient street, which sold some Wenwan porcelain.

And there is a shop of pottery products in the alley, which is somewhat similar to what I call pottery.

The store is small, the store is an old man.

I stepped forward and asked: "Do you need anyone who can do pottery here?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I only sell it here, I don't accept it."

I asked helplessly: "So where do the old ceramic products come from?"

The old man pointed at himself and said, "I made it myself."

I pointed to the pottery in the shop and said, "I can do twice as good as these."

The old man's temper was coming up, and it blasted me out of the store directly.

I gritted my teeth and settled in a restaurant nearby.

This job only includes food but not food, and rests one day a week.

One thousand and three a month.

I rented a three hundred and one month house nearby, and there was no room even with a toilet.

The old man's shop was taken care of by me. On the rest day, I hurried three ceramic arts.

I brought three pottery arts into the old man's shop, thinking about letting him burn products for me.

Of course, it is also for the sake of the old people looking at it.

At this time there are three guests in the shop, chatting with the elderly.

I dare not disturb other people's business, I can only sit at the door and wait.

After a chat, the three guests walked out together.

Only then did I find that the three guests were together, and I was ready to get up and walk inside.

I just got up and three guests gave me a glance.

One of them put it on my shoulder and said, "How strange is your color? The baby you just bought?"

"No, this one hasn't been fired yet. It's what I just made, I plan to make it ready to sell." I said with a smile.

The guest glanced at me and said, "You said you made this stuff?"

I tapped my head into the old man's door and said to the old man, "Can I spend money to help you burn these three?"

The three guests who had originally left behind also walked in curiously.

The old man stared at the three ceramics in my hand and waved to me.

The old man held it in his hand for a moment, looked at me thoughtfully and said, "I remember, you are the young man who asked me if I could not accept ceramic art that day."

"Yes, it's me." I said with a smile.

"I can't burn it for you, let's go." The old man pushed the ceramic art back to me.

The three guests watched the excitement without saying anything.

Helpless I can only turn around and find another way.

When I just walked out of the shop dozens of meters.

I didn't expect the three guests to catch up and say to me: "Boy, you just said that you will sell it after it's made. So now, are you going to sell this semi-finished product?"

"This is not a finished product, how can I sell it." I said.

"So look at it, five hundred pieces. I'll take all three of them now, and we'll just burn and find someone ourselves." One of the three guests said.

I was silent for a moment, but didn't speak, but my head couldn't help but clicked a few times.

One of the three guests smiled and took out his wallet, and took out fifteen sheets from the thick wallet and handed it to me.

I subconsciously took the money, and one of the three guests took the pottery from me.

Another said with a smile: "Right, does the guy have a name?"

"Jok, what's wrong?" I said.

"Sorry, you can write a name under these three pottery arts, or we can leave you a mark before we take it away." One of the three guests said with a smile.

I nodded my head and groped for a tool in this pocket.

One of the three guests handed over a pen and said, "It ’s just a good idea to write a name underneath."

I thought for a moment and said, "The pen is extravagant."

The three guests shook their heads and said, "It's okay."

After thinking for a while, I wrote: QK below the pottery.

One of the three guests handed over a card and said, "If there are similar things in the future, you can call us if you have any firing. The quality is not bad, we will accept all the orders.

I froze in place with money and cards in my hands, watching the three guests leave happily.

In three months, I called them intermittently 15 times.

Five pieces at a time, and a price of five hundred pieces was sold to them.

Almost everything was sold, and they asked me to engrave every time: QK.

I looked at the money in my hand was incredible, but when I chatted with them, they never said what they did.

I took a full 30,000 yuan and resigned from the restaurant. I rented a small shop opposite the old man who sold pottery.

And bought a burning tool, I used glasses to give my candy bar phone to call him for the first time.

The glasses felt all this was unbelievable, but they felt right.

I started to renovate the shop and started to burn pottery art piece by piece on the countertop.

And call the three guests to tell this happy thing, but they actually asked me if I had not fired or painted ceramic art.

I mumbled for a moment and said yes, of course, everything is there to make money.

They come once every half a month and get a pottery.

They almost only take unfired pottery art, or better-looking pottery art that has not been painted yet.

But apart from their business, I can hardly make money for others.

The store is open, but the business is better than the old people on the opposite side.

In the first month of driving, the old man across the door came to the door one day.

"What are you doing for the elderly? I've robbed you of your business and you want to smash the store?" I quickly guarded the door of the store.

"No." The old man shook his head.

"That's regret? I want me to open a partnership with you. Do you think it is possible? I can earn more than you now." I said.

The old man pointed to his store and said, "Go to my side and show you something, it's about you."

I had no choice but to go to my store and followed the old man to his side.

I thought about what the old man wanted to do, but I couldn't guess at all.

The old man pointed at the TV and said, "Are you doing these?"

I watched TV and it was an auction show.

The red and large characters are auctioned by the master of modern ceramics, Joke, 500,000.

The above collection is the first ceramic art that I sold to the old man.

At this time, he was burnt and changed a color, and a man in a white tunic on the stage smiled and said: "My master Qiao Kecheng ceramic master Liu Bing, fifteen years of hard work in exchange for this ability. Everyone saw me The craftsmanship, how smart it is in aesthetics and modeling ... "

The old man pointed at the TV and said, "I can recognize it if I change the color. It is your thing. After all, it is really better than what I did.

I looked at the person who claimed to be called Jock on the TV in front of me and actually sold my pottery and lied that it was his.

I almost pointed to the TV and said, "What TV station is this? What program?"

The old man said without hesitation: "It should be the studio of Beijing Television."

To be continued ~

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