Jin Yutong

Chapter 304

"Xiao Ran, do you still remember me as an old guy? No, hehe..."

After the call was connected, the cheerful voice of Uncle Huang from Xiaojingshui Village came.

"Uncle Huang, how can I forget you..." Chen Ran also chuckled, but he was a little surprised. Uncle Huang hadn't contacted him for a while, and he still had a deep impression of Uncle Huang, so naturally he wouldn't Forget it, this is not only because of Uncle Huang's warm heart, but also because, speaking of Uncle Huang's collection, he brought it in.

"It's fine if you don't forget, I, an old guy, have come to trouble you again..."

On the phone, Uncle Huang didn’t say much to Chen Ran, he just said that during the recent period, if Chen Ran has time someday, he would go to his place. Needless to say, Chen Ran also guessed that Uncle Huang must have picked up some antiques Ask him to go over and give palm to the eye.

"That's it... Uncle Huang, are you at home now? If you are, I will go over now..." Chen Ran opened his notebook to check when he heard Uncle Huang's words. His next goal was not to be here. The Central Plains is saved, he checked it out, and he may have to go to Tianjin next, not to mention the time spent on the road, just to take back the other party's Huashen Cup, I guess it will take a lot of thought, I don't know what to do. How long will it take to return, I might as well go to Uncle Huang's place first.

Hearing that Chen Ran said that this would pass, Uncle Huang asked if it would delay Chen Ran's affairs, and after receiving Chen Ran's answer, he happily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ran put away the notebook, and then cleaned the room. He hasn't come back for many days, so there is inevitably some dust in the room.

It took half an hour to clean it up, and he went out holding the small box containing the two Flora Cups. He always took these two Flora Cups with him, whether they were in the car or in the apartment. , obviously he is not at ease.

"Ring Ling..."

Just as Chen Ran was about to go out, the doorbell rang suddenly. Chen Ran thought it was Yang Long running over, opened the door and saw that it was not, but a middle-aged man in a suit.

"Hello, are you Mr. Chen? My surname is Wu, and I work in the community property. Mr. Chen, we should have met..." The middle-aged man introduced himself when he saw Chen Ran open the door, while smiling He shook hands with Chen Ran.

Chen Ran reached out to shake hands with him. He still had some impressions of this person. He had seen this person when he accompanied the policewoman landlord to register. For those who collect the property fee, the property fee paid before has expired. According to the agreement when renting the house, the property fee should be paid by Chen Ran. It’s just that Chen Ran has been unable to be contacted during this period. Then when he came back, he went to the door himself.

Chen Ran heard that it was the case, so he apologized to the other party, and then followed the other party to the property department to pay the property fee. He rented this apartment for half a year, and now half of it has passed, so he also gave away the rest All property fees have been paid.

"Manager Wu, I can't get in touch with the head of the household now, can you get in touch with her here?" Chen Ran, who had paid the property fee and was about to leave, suddenly stopped and turned around to ask.

"You mean Ms. Yuan, right?" Manager Wu shook his head, "I can't contact her now either."

Chen Ran was not disappointed when Manager Wu said that he could not get in touch with the landlord of the policewoman. This was within his expectation. When the landlord of the policewoman left, he obviously wanted to avoid him. Way.

"Then if my rent is due, what should I do with this house?" The note left by Chen Ranji's policewoman landlord seems to say that the rent is due and someone will take it back.

"We don't know about this..." Manager Wu obviously had no way to contact the policewoman landlord.

Chen Ran frowned: "Then do you have the contact information of the head of the household's family?" But he thought of Yuan's father whom he met in Shui Linglong Club. Yuan's father should have news of the policewoman landlord.

Chen Ran's search for the policewoman landlord is not because he wants to have something with the policewoman landlord, but just to know, maybe even if he finds out about the policewoman landlord, he may not necessarily go to her, even if he does, It's not necessarily that we will meet, just want to know where she is and how she is doing, that's enough.

This is also a concern.

To Chen Ran's disappointment, Manager Wu still shook his head: "The only person registered here is Ms. Yuan, oh, by the way, I forgot one thing. Although the owner of this house is Ms. Yuan, there is still another A co-owner, but this co-owner has not been here for many years. I have worked here for several years, and I have never met him once. I don’t know exactly what happened. Come on, Mr. Chen, let me check for you, and if I find out the contact information of that person, I will call you and talk about it..."

After leaving the personal contact information for Manager Wu, Chen Ran left the apartment. Although no information about the policewoman's landlord's family was found, having the contact information of the co-owner was an unexpected gain.

Although it is difficult to say the relationship between the head of household and the co-owners, there should generally be a deep relationship.

After leaving the apartment, Chen Ran drove to Xiaojingshui Village.

When he arrived at Xiaojingshui Village, Chen Ran thought of Uncle Luo. Since the last time he separated, he came to Xiaojingshui Village twice and didn't see Uncle Luo. When he turned a corner and walked to the door of Uncle Luo's house, he saw At a glance, he found that the door was locked, so he had to rush to Uncle Huang. Uncle Huang already knew that he was coming, so he warmly welcomed him into the house, and took out a lot of specialties to entertain him, like A large plate of dried persimmons, sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, jujubes, mountain peaches, and mountain grapes, some of which Chen Ran had never seen before.

These things are all authentic special products, such as mountain grapes, which cannot be bought. Although there are artificially cultivated ones now, the taste has changed, and only the mountain grapes produced in the mountains have the most authentic taste. It was the season for the grapes to ripen. Chen Ran followed the adults up the mountain to hunt grapes and ate them. He carried a sack by himself, and when he came back, he carried most of the bag.

Chen Ran curiously asked where Uncle Huang got so many authentic specialties. After asking, he found out that Uncle Huang was wandering around the countryside during this time, doing all the traveling while collecting some antique specialties... ...After Chen Ran heard this, he really admired him. Uncle Huang must be at least fifty or sixty years old, and he still has this mentality. It's a long way.

"So many!" After tasting the special products, Uncle Huang brought Chen Ran into the inner room, and Chen Ran was quite surprised when he entered the inner room. Plates, at a rough glance, there are at least a few hundred pieces... "In our Central Plains Province, I chose a county town in each city to visit. During this period of time, I can be regarded as traveling all over our Central Plains, Xiaoran , take a look, some broken things were collected by me, and some were picked up by me, and they didn't cost much..." Uncle Huang said cheerfully.

Chen Ran nodded. He has always praised Uncle Huang's attitude of playing antiques.

Squatting down to look at these antiques on the ground, Chen Ran couldn't laugh or cry. He was shocked when he saw so many things just now. Before he squatted down and looked carefully, he saw a large area of ​​broken bowls Broken pots are not antiques at all, they are... It can only be said that they are not even called modern works of art. They should be porcelains produced by small workshops in the countryside for folk daily necessities, and they have no collection value at all.

Chen Ran told Uncle Huang about the results, and Uncle Huang was not disappointed. Instead, he cheerfully asked Chen Ran to pick out the ones that were antiques, and put aside the ones that were not.

For Chen Ran, these things are almost all one-shot items. Although there are few antiques, some of them can be called antiques, but they are not of much value.

Chen Ran sorted out the categories with Uncle Huang, and explained to Uncle Huang when he encountered antiques. Uncle Huang couldn't remember, so he asked Chen Ran to write it down in his notebook, so that he could look at it and study it slowly.

After sorting everything, out of the hundreds of items, twenty or thirty were selected out of those that can be called antiques, but the total value is at most ten thousand yuan, which is still worth a folk kiln jar from the Republic of China There are only so many four or five thousand.

After hearing this, Uncle Huang was not disappointed at all. He said cheerfully that he only spent 6000 yuan for these things plus his expenses along the way.

In this case, Uncle Huang has gained quite a lot, not to mention how much he has earned, at least the travel expenses have been earned back, and it is all for playing.

Chen Ran had been squatting all the time, and when he was about to stand up, he suddenly noticed a small pile of porcelain pieces in the corner of Uncle Huang's room.

Chen Ran didn't have time to study the two pieces of porcelain that he bought in Yuzhou not long ago. Although he hasn't studied them yet, their prototype should undoubtedly be a heavy official kiln.

Seeing Uncle Huang's small pile of tiles, Chen Ran also became interested. He stood up, walked over, and squatted down to look at it.

"Xiao Ran, I picked up these tiles. Some of them look pretty, but I don't know if they are worth much. I heard that there are still people collecting tiles for fun..." Uncle Huang saw Chen Ran squatting down to look at it. Looking at the pile of porcelain pieces he picked up, he followed. Although he didn't care much about the value of the antiques he collected, it would be best if they were worth a lot.

After fiddling with the small pile of porcelain pieces twice, Chen Ran shook his head. These porcelain pieces are nothing more than ordinary folk daily porcelain, which is of no value for collection.

Seeing this, Chen Ran lost interest, but when he turned his head to talk to Uncle Huang about the value of these tiles, a familiar color suddenly flashed from the corner of his eye...