The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 51: Deposits Soar Again and Again

When it comes to gift-giving, no one is afraid of money!
As long as there is a way.

Lin Hai was very nice.

He thought about it until dinner time, and finally said:

"You're a model farmer and an advanced individual. After joining the security commando team, you even apprehended a very important thief and two robbers who were responsible for murder, right?"

"Let me think of a way to help you find a temporary job."

"If you ask me, I'd rather not give gifts. First, it reduces financial pressure, and second, I don't worry about being investigated."

Qian Jin nodded: "Thank you for your help, Brother Lin. I will follow your arrangements."

This visit will yield great results!
He finally reached the threshold of the supply and marketing system unit.

The dinner was quite sumptuous, with fish, meat and vegetables, and the meat was a plate of luncheon meat.

Qian Jin looked at the texture of the shredded luncheon meat and felt it looked familiar.

He took a bite and found the taste familiar. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Lin, what brand of luncheon meat is this?"

Madam Lin whispered, "My brother sent it to me. He bought it at the Jiu Tiao Lane black market for special supplies for provincial leaders!"

Qian Jin was stunned.

Is this what provincial leaders eat?

This is clearly the luncheon meat he exchanged on the black market!
After dinner, he thanked me and left. Before leaving, he put down a brocade box and said, "Brother Lin, I'm not giving you a gift."

"I know you don't lack pens, but you need them a lot in your work."

“So it’s always good to have one more.”

After saying that, he closed the door and left.

Lin Hai wanted to refuse but couldn't.

The pen comes in a small plastic box.

It is red in color, with a golden portrait of the leader and a golden quote on it:

Serve the people.

When Mrs. Lin saw the pen, she immediately exclaimed, "Wow, what a graceful pen!"

The paint is bright, the pattern is clear, and the colors are bright and eye-catching.

The key is that the pen cap has an elegant gold decorative ring and a gold hook, which makes it look suitable for hanging in a pocket.

Mrs. Lin gave it a try to Lin Hai.

Lin Hai stood in front of the mirror and nodded, "This pen is really good."

Mrs. Lin helped him straighten his clothes and said, "It seems you have to help me this time."

Lin Hai nodded: "A temporary worker is not a big problem."

Qian Jin went home.

The days are very ordinary.

Work during the day and patrol the streets at night.

Before he knew it, it was Friday night and an unexpected visitor came to his house: Old Jiang, Jiang Yousheng, who had once given him the calendar.

It was already evening. A cold wave had hit Haibin City in the past two days, so Lao Jiang was wearing warm clothes.

After entering the door, he undid three layers of clothes——

The innermost layer, along with the pants, was tied with a belt made from mining lamp cables, and when opened it was an oilcloth bag.

Qian Jin asked, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Yousheng carefully placed the oilcloth bag in front of him, sat down and pounded his legs, saying:
"My daughter said she felt much better after eating the donkey-hide gelatin cake you sent her last time."

"The plaster is also very good. My son-in-law used it all and he said his waist pain is not as bad anymore."

Qian Jin understood what he meant and asked, "What are you going to exchange for this time?"

Jiang Yousheng said: "Exchange it for something good!"

The oilcloth bag was opened, and the Shuangmei calendar from the 12th year of the Republic of China glowed softly under the dim light.

In the painting, a woman in a white cheongsam is holding floral water, and the gold powder on her temples has been mottled by time.

"This was the reward my boss gave me when I was carrying heavy bags at the Huangpu River dock." He stroked the curled edge with his calloused knuckles, his face showing a nostalgia for the years.

Qian Jin wondered why his boss gave him a picture of a beautiful woman as a reward.

Do you?

Don’t mention it, the cheongsam girl is wearing stockings on her legs.

Jiang Yousheng said, "This one can be exchanged for ten plasters, right?"

Qian Jin nodded.

The second calendar is the highlight.

It depicts three women sitting in a Western-style restaurant tasting red wine, and the slogan at the top is obvious:
Changyu Brewing Company!

Qian Jin is very interested in this one!
He got a rough idea of ​​this kind of collection when he sold calendar posters last time.

Because the calendar itself is an advertising billboard.

Therefore, apart from the very few rare ones signed by famous artists and of historical significance, the older the ordinary calendars are and the more likely they are advertising products that have survived to the 27s, the more valuable they are.

Changyu red wine is a red wine brand he is familiar with.

Not only has it survived into the 27s, but it is also doing well and has a high market share.

Qian Jin didn't play tricks and asked directly: "This one is good, what do you want to exchange it for?"

Jiang Yousheng knew all about the calendar posters. He began by saying, "This is from the fourth year of the Republic of China. It's the work of the famous artist Ding Yunxian and was published by the Zhonghua Printing House in Beinichengqiao. It's a treasure."

These words are meant for the dog to hear.

Qian Jin didn't understand a word.

Jiang Yousheng pointed to the plaque painted on the calendar and said, "Do you see these four words?"

"Yingzhou Jade Liquor." Qian Jin said.

Jiang Yousheng laughed and said, "No one can recognize this calligraphy now. Look carefully at the inscription above."

Qian Jin leaned in to take a closer look. "Inscribed by the President to Changyu Distillery Co., Ltd., December 1914." "President? Who? Yuan Shikai?"

Jiang Yousheng said:
"Yes, after I bought this calendar, I asked someone to investigate. This inscription is real. It was written by Yuan Shikai for the Changyu Company."

"When Ding Yunxian was drawing the calendar, he specifically looked at this calligraphy and then imitated the handwriting."

Qian Jin said, "So it's very precious?"

Jiang Yousheng said: "Among the calendar posters in my collection, this one ranks among the top five!"

"If you want this one, I'll have to buy a hundred yuan worth of donkey-hide gelatin cake and two kilograms of milk powder!"

Qian Jin frowned: "Isn't the price too high? Where can I get milk powder?"

Jiang Yousheng said, "You must have a way. There is milk powder on the black market."

After listening to his words and considering what he had seen and heard these days, Qian Jin realized that the black market was no longer a taboo topic.

Many transactions between urban and rural residents take place on the black market.

The local people did not report and the officials did not investigate, and the iron-clad economic policy was torn into a corner there, becoming the most vibrant corner in the city.

Jiang Yousheng pleaded, "You're an official now, so it's okay for you to go to the black market. Please help me find it."

"Xiao Lan doesn't have enough milk. The baby can't grow meat by drinking rice soup."

"I heard there's milk powder on the black market, but I have cold legs and can't go there..."

"No one will give you milk powder in exchange for this calendar poster." Qian Jin told the real reason.

Jiang Yousheng's old face flushed and he remained silent.

indeed.

If Qian Jin hadn't gone to his house last time to exchange for the calendar, he would have thought that these things in his hands were now worthless.

Seeing that the other party did not agree, he gritted his teeth and pulled out another calendar:

"This one is absolutely great! I paid my life for it!"

Qian Jin looked closely.

This calendar is the most unique. It looks more like a yellowed ancient painting, depicting a scene of an ancient noble lady riding a horse accompanied by her maid.

There is calligraphy on the upper left corner, which is very beautiful small regular script.

Qian Jin was struggling to read it out, but Jiang Yousheng had already recited it leisurely:
"Lady Guoguo received the Lord's favor and rode into the palace at dawn. However, she felt that makeup would stain her complexion, so she lightly brushed her eyebrows and greeted the Lord!"

"The tenth year of the Republic of China, Xinyou, 1921!"

Qian Jin asked, "Why is this one absolutely good?"

Jiang Yousheng said, "This calendar was very famous at the time. Have you seen this painting? It's a real ancient painting!"

Qian Jin was incredulous: "Isn't the inscription dated 1921?"

Jiang Yousheng said, "It's a calendar, but it's not a painting."

"This ancient painting is called Lady Guoguo's Spring Outing, and was created by Huang Quan of the Later Jin Dynasty. It was adapted into a calendar poster and issued by the Nanying Fire and Marine Insurance Company."

"At that time, we wanted to develop a new direction for calendars, to develop high-end calendars. Instead of using painters to draw them, we would look for ancient paintings, inlay a calendar circle on the outside, and then print them."

Qian Jin stroked the calendar under the monthly calendar.

The calendar paper and the drawing paper are not actually one piece, but are pasted together on a larger piece of paper.

In addition, the handwriting on this calendar is different from that of the printed one. It is uneven and obviously traced.

Qian Jin lit the kerosene lamp and looked carefully.

The kerosene lamp burst into flames, and Jiang Yousheng was startled: "Stop burning it."

Qian Jin asked, "What do you plan to exchange this one for?"

Jiang Yousheng said, "Let's exchange the calendar for milk powder, donkey-hide gelatin cakes, and plasters together."

He stroked the ancient painting and sighed repeatedly: "Born at the wrong time, truly born at the wrong time!"

"Originally, I was not qualified to collect this calendar. It was collected by a bank owner in Shanghai."

"I was there when the Japanese invaded Shanghai. I risked my life to get that boss out of the city by sea, and that's why he gave me this calendar."

"At Huangpu Beach at that time, this calendar poster sold for a thousand dollars!"

Qian Jin was shocked: "So valuable?"

Jiang Yousheng sighed and said, "I had hoped to become a landlord with this calendar, but unfortunately, the world has changed and this thing is not worth much anymore."

"Otherwise, even a hundred kilograms of milk powder and a thousand pieces of donkey-hide gelatin cakes can't buy it!"

Qian Jin agreed to his conditions.

In the end, a total of six calendar posters were left.

After Jiang Yousheng left, he folded the calendar, put it in a golden box and began to put it on the shelf.

The first thing to be put on the shelves is the calendar poster of Changyu Distillery Company.

The price is a long string of 0s:

100000!

Qian's mouth was dry and his heart was pounding.

It's not just because it's valuable, but also because he judged the value of this calendar based on his own eyesight and reasoning ability.

Its price proves that Qian Jin has the potential to be a profiteer!
After selling this calendar, he put up a picture of Lady Guoguo's Spring Outing on the calendar.

The mall quickly refreshed the information:
Lady Guoguo's Spring Outing (fragmentary picture) · Huang Quan (famous painter of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period) · The fifth year of Tianfu in the Later Jin Dynasty.

Price: 410000.

Qian Jin slowly lay down on the bed.

The sea breeze brought a chill into the house, and the remaining six calendar posters trembled in the wind, as if the women of the Republic of China on them were about to walk out of the painting with their long white legs.

Sea mist seeped in through the old windows.

On the night of October 1977, 10, the streets were covered in white.

Cold Dew is coming!

(End of this chapter)