Antiques

"Antique Honey Story" Old Man Li had been guarding Ping'an Lane for forty years and sold that shabby shop to me for 8,000 yuan. On the day when I handed over the keys, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Dajiang, you paid for this shop well." I wanted to ask him what he was worth, but he walked away without looking back, walking very fast, as if he was afraid that I would regret it. The girlfriend turned against her on the spot and slapped her: "Zhao Dajiang, we are finished!" I closed the rolling shutter door and sat in the dark shop, hearing a hollow echo from under my feet. Pry open the ground and you will find eight old wooden boxes. Porcelain, jade, calligraphy and painting, gold and silverware, everything is genuine. Just one piece can be worth half my lifetime salary. There was a letter in the box of old account books - "The things entrusted to me are all the essence of China and are not the private collection of one family." There is also a box with a rusty copper lock hanging on it. It is so heavy that the contents inside will ring. I called Ma Mingyuan from the provincial capital museum. He was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, and then said something that sent chills down my back: "Old man Li is not selling a shop, he is looking for people." "Why did he choose you?" I'm also looking for an answer to this question. I don't dare to sell everything in the box. Because I vaguely feel—— This is not a windfall. This is a big secret. ---