On the afternoon of the autumn of the twenty-second year of the Republic of China, Baoding City was drowned in a shout of knowledge. A human three-wheeler stopped in front of the yiyuanzhai on Baoding West Avenue. A middle-aged man in a gray cloth coat carried a wicker box down three wheels, paid for the car, and carried the box into the store. The guy Yang San busied himself with a smile on his face and greeted him, giving hanzi a seat to make tea.
Hanzi took the bowl and said, "I'm looking for Mr. Han Dingbao." Yang San hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice, "Mr. Hui's words, Boss Han has been dead for more than three years." Hanzi was shocked: "What?" The tea bowl in his hand almost fell. Yang San added, "Now the owner of the Art Garden Is Mr. Yang Chengyue." Han Zi stayed for a moment and said slowly, "I am Wang Chaojie of Beijing, and I want to meet Boss Yang." With that, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Yang San.
Yang San took a look at the business card and was surprised: "You are Mr. Wang Chaojie." You wait. He glanced at Wang Chaojie carefully again and went into the inner room.
Hanzi is None other than Wang Chaojie, known as the Iron Voice of the North, specializing in Lao Sheng. Originally from Beiping, he later moved to Tianjin. Wang Chaojie liked to collect official kiln colored porcelain in his lifetime, and when he met with love, he did not hesitate to spend heavy money and take it for himself, so that he could do what he wanted. Over the years, there are dozens of pieces of official kiln colored porcelain from the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties in the family collection, all of which are carefully collected. In the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, Wang Chaojie suffered a stroke, and after recovering, his left leg was unfavorable, so he no longer appeared on stage, his income decreased, and his family's situation gradually declined. With nothing to do, he came to Baoding Yiyuanzhai with a few pieces of fine porcelain, hoping to sell it to Han Dingbao, the owner of Yiyuanzhai who was acquainted in the early years. Unexpectedly, Han Dingbao had been dead for three years, and Wang Chaojie sighed and sighed that life was impermanent.
Not a moment later, Yang San led a prime-age man out. Wang Chaojie looked at the man, with a long thin face, thick eyebrows, and a tall man, wearing a foreign cloth coat. The man's novel volume was folded up: "Mr. Wang, I am lucky to meet." I am Yang Chengyue, the owner of Yiyuan Zhai. Wang Chaojie stood up and arched his hand, and met Yang Chengyue. The two sat facing each other, and Yang Chengyue smiled: "I don't want Mr. Wang to come to Baoding, it is really the glory of the Baoding ticket world." In the early years, I had heard Mr. Wang's big drama, and today I actually have the opportunity to meet here. Wang Chaojie smiled: "So Boss Yang is also a doorman?" Yang Chengyue laughed and said, "Don't hide from Mr. Wang, Yang was also a ticket friend, but he judged Ruoyunni and did not dare to sit down with Mr. Wang to discuss his way." Wang Chaojie waved his hand and smiled: "Boss Yang is too humble, there is no difference between high and low inside and outside the door, and the so-called Yerba Buena must have herbs within a hundred steps. Yang Chengyue smiled, "This is Mr. Wang's modesty." Having said this, he asked, "I wonder what Mr. Wang did in Baoding?" Wang Chaojie smiled and said, "There is really one thing that bothers me here. Wang Mou has several pieces of ancient porcelain, and wants Mr. Yang to appreciate it, but I don't know if Mr. Yang is interested?" Yang Chengyue nodded, "I don't know if it is convenient for Mr. Wang to be in front of his hand?" Wang Chaojie said, "Wang Mou has already brought this time, so he will contact Boss Yang." He opened the wicker box, took out a stack of plates, placed them on the table, and laid them out one by one, a total of six pieces. The sunlight outside the door poured in, and the six plates shone brilliantly in the sun.
Yang Chengyue then leaned closer to take a closer look, and after looking at it for half a moment, he nodded and smiled at Wang Chaojie. Wang Chaojie smiled: "This is what I bought from a down-and-out merchant many years ago. Authentic products, but also ask Boss Yang to say a price. Yang Chengyue asked, "This is Mr. Wang's beloved thing, why did he do it?" Wang Chaojie sighed and said, "It's not good to hide it, this thing is indeed my beloved treasure, and I have no choice but to make a living, so I have to take a shot, and I hope that Boss Yang will be perfect." Yang Chengyue pondered slightly, nodded and smiled: "This shop is a small business, since I took this shop from Boss Han's hands, I have not made much money." Mr. Wang's plates are very precious, and Yang Mou has a weak heart, which is really difficult to say. I also ask Mr. Wang for his understanding. Wang Chaojie slid a trace of disappointment on his face and shook his head: "These are really several treasures, if it were not for Wang's embarrassing hand, he would not have shot." Yang Chengyue smiled: "Buying and selling is not benevolent, let's not talk about the price, let me think about it again." Today, Mr. Wang stayed first. Wang Chaojie got up and resigned, but Yang Chengyue must have left Wang Chaojie to eat. Wang Chaojie could not push it down, so he followed Yang Chengyue to Baoding Wanghu Tower. After eating, Yang Chengyue found a high-class inn for Wang Chaojie to stay in the city, and agreed with the store that Wang Chaojie's shop money and meal money were all paid by Yiyuan Zhai. Wang Chaojie felt that Yang Chengyue was very proud of himself.
The news of Wang Chaojie's arrival in Baoding spread quickly. Wang Chaojie and many old ticket friends used to be acquainted, for several days in a row, inviting the east to the west, which was very lively. At this time, Zhang Xiaowu, a famous violinist living in Baoding, also learned about it, so he pulled Yang Chengyue to talk to Wang Chaojie about the play. Talked about it twice, very speculative.
On this day, Zhang Xiaowu did the east and invited Wang Chaojie and Yang Chengyue to come over and eat wine. After eating a few glasses of wine, the three of them talked more, talking about the time when Wang Chaojie and Han Dingbao appeared on the stage together, and they all felt very emotional in a trance, as if they were yesterday.
Yang Chengyue smiled: "Mr. Wang, it was really not easy to listen to your play back then, and a ticket was sold for fifteen pieces of ocean." Today I can talk to you face to face, I can't imagine anything. Wang Chaojie waved his hand and smiled: "Looking at the smoke and clouds, I think that Wang Chaojie once took money as a thing, and I didn't think that today I would have to live on the pawn family." It is really this time and another time, and it is hard to look back. Zhang Xiaowu smiled and said, "Sir, are you still sneaking your throat now?" Wang Chaojie laughed and said, "When there is nothing to do, I also sing, but it is not like before, and the good man does not mention that year." Yang Chengyue waved his hand: "Mr. Wang, don't be polite, I listen to your "Dingjun Mountain", tan pai is full of flavor, better than Mr. Tan Xiaopei." Wang Chaojie laughed: "Make fun of it." I was a Handan toddler. Zhang Xiaowu smiled and said, "Why don't you take advantage of the pleasure to let Mr. Chao Jie sing a few paragraphs today and feast my ears." Wang Chaojie shook his head and sighed: "Straight voice is not like back then, don't sing the interest of the two." Drink alcohol. Zhang Xiaowu smiled and said, "How did Mr. ChaoJie learn to take candy?" Wang Chaojie was stunned and laughed: "With that said, I am bound to be ugly today." Yang Chengyue smiled and said, "Let Mr. Xiaowu play the piano today, and Mr. Chaojie will come back to the last paragraph, so that Yang Mou will be blessed." Wang Chaojie smiled and said, "The two of you want to listen, and Chaojie's voice is also itching, so I'll sing a few words." Zhang Xiaowu hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no." Mr. Chao Jie wants to sing, take my huqin. "Just let the next person go and get the huqin."
Wang Chaojie sucked in a sip of water, ah ah a few times, brightened his throat, and sang a sentence: Listening to his words scared my heart... Zhang Xiaowu caressed his palm and smiled, "But I have personally seen and heard this play sung by Mr. Tan Xiaopei." You sing well, close your eyes and listen to the same as Mr. Tan Xiaopei. Wang Chaojie hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't make fun of it." At this time, the next person took the huqin. Wang Chaojie fixed the tone on Zhang Xiaowu's Huqin. When the Huqin sounded, Wang Chaojie sang: The shopkeeper pulled over the Yellow Horse, and he couldn't help but shed tears from Uncle Qin's baozhu and mentioned that this horse came from a great origin, and the King of the Bingbu Hall gave it to us... After the song was sung, Wang Chaojie waved his hand directly: "Straight is too late to be too late." Yang Chengyue clapped his hands in applause. Zhang Xiaowu hugged Hu Qin and smiled: "Mr. Wang's singing is a good comparison, that is, eating crisp sand watermelon on three days, quenching thirst very much." Yang Chengyue nodded, "It is better to shed tears than two tears." Mr. Wang changed it well and sang it in a rounded voice. Little Brother Wu's Huqinto cavity, through the door tightly sewn, pleasant to the ear. It's just that the singing is a little sad, and the strength is insufficient. Qin Shubao is a hero of the world, and he is momentarily discouraged, and his ambition is not reduced. Wang Chaojie smiled: "Boss Yang is really studying home." It's just that Qin Shubao arrived at that time, he was really a hero who was difficult to die for a penny, and his ambition had to be reduced even if he did not lose. The shopkeeper chased after the ass to ask for the account, what else could Qin Shubao have? If you really want to sing with great courage, wouldn't it be silly? At that time, after all, he didn't know that Shan Xiongxin could come out later. All three laughed. Yang Chengyue nodded, "Mr. Wang is still reasonable." After a few laughs, Wang Chaojie smiled: "Chaojie came to Baoding this time not to sell horses, but to sell porcelain." It's just that Boss Yang refuses to close the deal. Yang Chengyue shook his head and smiled: "It is not that Yang Mou refuses to trade, but these plates must be Mr. Wang's beloved things, and the price must be expensive, yang mou naturally does not dare to plate the price." Mr. Wang also has to forgive Yang Mou's small shop for being thin and unable to take this batch of treasures. Zhang Xiaowu frowned, "Cheng Yue, when I talk about this today, I'm going to say a few words." Mr. ChaoJie's batch of business, if you don't do it, this is your fault, now Mr. Chaojie has asked for you, it is just like Uncle Qin Bao sold horses back then. Why don't you let some profits, complete him is, just like to do a single male letter. Yang Chengyue sighed for a moment, "Since Brother Xiaowu has spoken to such a point, Mr. Wang, is this good, you will bring those few things, I will look at it again." Buying and selling this kind of thing, we all have to get by. Wang Chaojie smiled and said, "Exactly." Just go back to the inn and get the plates.
Not long after, Wang Chaojie took a box, opened it, and took out the plates. Zhang Xiaowu looked at it and smiled, "I just think it looks good, but I don't understand." As the saying goes, the layman looks at the hilarity, but I can't see the hilarity. How is this different from the plates of a restaurant?" Yang Chengyue laughed and said, "Little Brother Wu, don't make fun of it." Wang Chaojie said, "These are a few Yongzheng official kiln pastels over the branches of the peach plate." Zhang Xiaowu sighed, "It's really an antique." Yang Chengyue smiled.
Wang Chaojie introduced: "These plates are one foot and two inches in size, the painter is careful, the color is good, the blue double circle is in letters, and the Great Qing Yongzheng Imperial System will not be wrong." It was indeed not easy for me to get in Tianjin Nanshi, and if the down-and-out businessman had not been eager to use the money, he would definitely not have given it to me. Yang Chengyue took a sip of tea and smiled brightly: "Since Mr. Wang must sell, Yang mou asked Mr. Wang to say a bottom-down word, how much money do you have to sell at least?" Wang Chaojie smiled: "A plate of five hundred oceans is always worth it." I'm not going to give in again. Yang Chengyue smiled and said, "It's better to be cheaper." Wang Chaojie smiled: "There is no adultery or business in the capital, Brother Cheng, you are indeed a delicate home." These things are all precious to me, and they are not worth a word. Five hundred is five hundred. If it weren't for the fact that my hand was narrow for a while, a thousand oceans would not have been sold. Yang Chengyue thought about it, clapped his hands and smiled, "Well, tomorrow you will take this plate to my shop, and we will spend money and goods in person." Wang Chaojie nodded, "So it's best." So he packed the plates and put them in the box.
The next day, when the sun was a foot high, Wang Chaojie went to the Art Garden with the box. Entering the store, I saw that Zhang Xiaowu and Yang Chengyue were already waiting there.
Wang Chaojie smiled and said, "If the two of you set up the work frame, do you want me to sing another piece of music?" Yang Chengyue clapped his hands and laughed: "Mr. Wang guessed correctly, that is exactly what he meant." Zhang Xiaowu had already Hu Qin. Wang Chaojie thought about it for a moment and said, "Let's sing a passage of "The Retribution of Strange Grievances" today." Zhang Xiaowu nodded. Yang Chengyue shouted good. When the huqin sounded, Wang Chaojie sang: Without speaking two tears, honoring a grandfather to listen to the details, the family lives in Nanyang Taipingzhuang, surnamed Liu Ming'an Zi Shichang, on the orders of his mother, selling silk satin to return to his hometown, traveling until the heavy rain falls in Dingyuan, spending the night to avoid the rain and causing trouble, that Zhao da husband and wife want to make money and kill my master and servant, and hope that the grandfather will make a claim.
Yang Chengyue clapped his hands in applause. Zhang Xiaowu sighed: "I have played the piano for many famous tickets, and today I really had a lot of addiction." It's really a literal circle. Good. Wang Chaojie smiled and said, "I have also sung, so please ask Mr. Cheng Yue to look at it." Just take the box and open it.
Yang Chengyue had called out to his partner Yang San, counting the plates one by one, a total of six pieces. After counting, Yang Chengyue asked Yang San to put the plate on the cabinet.
Yang Chengyue let the accounting office take a box of oceans and smiled: "Mr. Chaojie, take stock." That's three thousand oceans. Wang Chaojie waved his hand and said, "There is no need." Yang Chengyue asked Yang San to seal the box. Wang Chaojie stood up and bowed his hand, "The matter has been completed, then I will leave today." I've been out for too long, and I'm afraid my family is worried about it. Zhang Xiaowu showed a reluctant expression: "I don't know when Mr. Wang will come again." Wang Chaojie looked at the two of them and smiled, "If you can't afford to eat, you're coming." Yang Chengyue smiled silently, but his eyes were also a little entangled.
Wang Chaojie resigned and went out. A horse-drawn carriage was waiting in the street. Wang Chaojie got into the car and bid farewell to Yang Chengyue and Zhang Xiaowu. Zhang Xiaowu and Yang Chengyue also surrendered. Yang Chengyue shouted, "Mr. Wang has been safe all the way." Wang Chaojie heard Yang Chengyue's voice tremble slightly. Wang Chaojie's heart was hot, and his eyes were sour.
The coachman crisply whipped, and the carriage stepped on the bluestone slabs of the street and went loudly. Yang Chengyue and Zhang Xiaowu couldn't see Wang Chaojie, and the two turned back and entered the store.
Yang Chengyue stared at the six porcelain plates on the cabinet in a daze.
Zhang Xiaowu smiled and said, "Cheng Yue, I don't know how much you can earn." Yang Chengyue smiled, "What do you say?" Zhang Xiaowu waved his hand: "I am a layman. But I know you're a businessman, and you're going to make some money. Yang Chengyue nodded slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the six porcelain plates were actually dusted off, fell to the ground, and shattered. Zhang Xiaowu was astonished: "Brother Chengyue, why are you..." Yang Chengyue sighed, "Brother Xiaowu, please come with me." Zhang Xiaowu timidly followed Yang Chengyue into the back room, only to see that there were several plates on the shelves of the back room.
Zhang Xiaowu was surprised: "Brother Chengyue, this..." Yang Chengyue sighed, "Brother Xiaowu, this is the truth." Zhang Xiaowu stammered, "You mean that what Mr. Chaojie brought was a fake..." Yang Chengyue said, "Exactly, it is a pity that Mr. Chaojie has collected a lifetime, and he was actually deceived, and these few things are worth a few hanging money at most." I saw that Mr. Wang loved this thing, so it was difficult to say that it was broken, who knew that he was blindly selling, and I had to pretend to be stupid. After saying that, Yang Chengyue sighed.
Zhang Xiaowu frowned: "Those three thousand oceans..." Yang Chengyue smiled miserably: "We have listened to Mr. Chao Jie's two plays in total, which is worth this number." Money is something that is not brought with life, not taken away by death, and sent to Mr. Wang, which is also used wherever it goes. Zhang Xiaowu froze. Yang Chengyue sighed and said, "Mr. Chao Jie's collection of the first generation actually collected many fakes, which is really a pity and lamentable thing." Say goodbye and walk out of the room.
In the outhouse, the broken pieces of porcelain were all over the floor. The sun shone in, and the broken porcelain pieces shone with a harsh light, which seemed to be Wang Chaojie's childlike smile.
Yang Chengyue sighed, and the tears filled his eyes. Zhang Xiaowu was silent and turned to leave.
Yang Chengyue shouted at him: "Little Brother Wu, why don't you play the piano, I am itching my throat today." Zhang Xiaowu hesitated for a moment, then sat down and played the piano. Yang Chengyue sang, and the desolate singing section filled the store: a round of bright moon in front of the window, the sad people's hearts were like arrows piercing, and they really expected to borrow soldiers from Wu Guo to turn around, and how could Zhaoguan have obstructions.
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The sound of the piano is like crying, and the bits and pieces are clear, making people feel as if they are sawing in their hearts. The sound of the piano rolled like wind and rain, and Zhang Xiaowu pulled the huqin like a mesmerizing.
Yang Chengyue sang straight to tears. Outside the door was already an autumn breeze.
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