From the first day of the Lunar New Year to the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Ji Ma relied on the jokes he made with his inadvertent stupidity and funny behavior, and was driven by videos posted by himself and other peers in the village, successfully shaping him It has become the most joyful thing in this Chinese New Year.
Fortunately, Ji Ma, who always had a bit of idol baggage, finally calmed down a lot after Gorman called to remind him. Not only did he stop messing around in the next few days, he even kept drinking. Try not to get really drunk.
On the early morning of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Wei Ran and Suisui took Ji Ma to say goodbye to their parents and grandparents, and took the high-speed train to the capital for a few days of fun.
In the past few days, the contents of the videos recorded by Ji Ma, apart from being tricked by Wei Ran and Suisui every now and then without knowing it, the rest became more and more serious. Most of the time, he observed what Wei Ran and Sui Sui saw with him from the perspective of a Russian, or to be more precise, an Inta man far away from Moscow, and talked about them in the video. Views, and by the way guess how his father would react after seeing it.
Time flies to the evening of the tenth day of the first lunar month. Ji Ma, who has become popular on China's short video platform, arrived on the second day of Valentine's Day under the leadership of Wei Ran and Suisui. At the airport, prepare to meet up with Professor Alexey and Zhou Shujin, and take a flight to Finland to continue the suspended film shooting.
However, before the three of them could wait for the professor and Zhou Shujin at the airport, Chen Guangling called first.
"Happy New Year, Mr. Chen," Wei Ran greeted politely after answering the phone, and subconsciously turned on the recording function. .
"Happy New Year to you too." After a brief greeting, Chen Guangling took the initiative and said, "Wei Ran, I don't know if it is convenient for you these two days. I would like to bring an old gentleman to meet you."
"Old sir?" Wei Ran thought briefly and came up with a rough guess, "Luo Xiang's master? Has he succeeded in becoming a disciple?"
"Succeeded!" Chen Guangling He said happily, "But the person who wants to see you is not his master, but an elder of his master."
"Teacher Chen, did the other party tell me the purpose of meeting me?" Wei Ranlue Zuo asked after thinking.
"He said he wanted to talk to you about the quiet spring."
As if worried about Wei Ran's misunderstanding, Chen Guangling chased after him and said, "Or if it's convenient for you now, I'll give you the phone number." Give it to him and let the old gentleman talk to you?"
"Okay, give him the phone," Wei Ran said happily.
After a while, an old voice sounded on the other end of the phone, "Hello, Mr. Wei, my surname is Tao, just call me Lao Tao."
"Mr. Tao, no. Do you know what you want from me?" Wei Ran simply found a rest chair and sat down, while waiting for Mr. Tao's explanation.
"Mr. Wei, do you want to give up your love for Guqin Youquan?" Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone asked straight to the point.
"I won't sell it," Wei Ran responded simply. He had promised to give the piano to Suisui before the Chinese New Year. Plus, he was not short of money now, so naturally he would not sell it.
"I'm willing to spend two million, I don't know..."
"I won't sell it," Wei Ran continued to say simply.
"What about...five hundred...five million?" Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone gritted his teeth and offered an unexpectedly high price with a trace of prayer.
"Mr. Tao, I just don't want to sell, and it has nothing to do with the price."
Wei Ran paused here, then asked doubtfully, "And As far as I know, the bed is far from worth that much."
"The bed was sold by my father. I just want to redeem it." Another phone call. Mr. Tao on the other side gave an explanation that was difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Hearing this, Wei Ran suddenly asked a question that he shouldn't have asked, "Who did your father sell it to?"
Mr. Tao was silent for a moment and spoke frankly. explained, "It was sold to a British missionary, but that was all in the 1930s."
"Why don't you tell the story of the bed piano in detail? I'm a little curious. How did it end up abroad?" Wei Ran asked directly. He had never met Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone and had no friendship, so naturally he would not be too concerned about the other person's feelings. On the other hand, the other person was willing. It's a good thing to say it naturally. If you don't want to say it, you won't lose anything.
Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone sighed and explained, "It was around the Laba Festival in 1934. I got diphtheria. In order to save me, my father took the place where he supported the family. I was saved by selling Bed Youquan.
Later, when my father saved enough money and wanted to buy the piano from the missionary, he had already left Peiping. I thought I would never see that bed of Youquan again in this life, but I didn't expect..."
"Although I'm very sorry, the bed of Youquan still can't be sold," Wei Ran turned to his side as he spoke. Suisui shook her head with sympathy.
"If you don't want to sell it... If you don't want to sell it, then just sell it, alas!"
Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone seemed to have anticipated this result, and sighed again and asked He said, "Mr. Wei, I wonder if I can buy the contents of this Youquanqin belly?"
"What?" Wei Ran asked knowingly, which was the last time to verify the moisture in the other party's words. How many.
Mr. Tao seemed to have guessed Wei Ran's thoughts, and replied simply, "There are Guangling Sanji calligraphy handwritten by my father, and a ball of waste paper stuffed in by me." ,Wei...Mr. Wei, wouldn't you have already..."
"No, I still have the reduced calligraphy score and the scraps of paper stuffed in it."< /p>
Wei Ran gave an answer in a calm tone that made the other party breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t lie. Those thingsNot only did Xi keep it, but he also kept it in the piano case that contained Guqin Youquan. However, Weiran put a layer of cushioning sponge in the piano case and sealed the edges with double-sided tape, so it was covered. .
The reason why he kept these things was because he thought that when he wanted to sell the guqin one day in the future, he might be able to use those things to tell a good story and sell it at a good price. However, Now that he didn't plan to sell the piano, this good story came to him on his own initiative.
"I stuffed those scraps of paper in," Mr. Tao's bitter tone was filled with regrets and memories.
Wei Ran took a sip of the coffee Ji Ma bought not far away, and asked slowly, "Mr. Tao, if you can answer some of my questions, what is the weight loss left by your father?" I can give you the calligraphy sheet and the paper balls you stuffed in."
"What's your question?" Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone asked expectantly.
"When I discovered the bed of Youquan, its name was well disguised, and as I just said, there were a lot of things stuffed in its belly." Wei Ran said There was a pause here, then he asked doubtfully, "But wouldn't it mean that it couldn't be sold at a high price?"
"My father was just worried that he wouldn't be able to redeem it after selling it at a high price."
Mr. Tao answered Wei Ran's doubts with a simple sentence, and then said proactively, "According to my father, the British man just used the bed as a decoration hanging in the room. It was just a gift, and he had great confidence in redeeming it, but he didn't expect that when my father saved enough money, the British man also left Peiping. From then on until the founding of the People's Republic of China, my father was looking for this bed. Youquan, look for that British missionary."
"Mr. Tao, what is your age this year?" Wei Ran suddenly asked an off-topic question.
Mr. Tao on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned by the former’s jumping question, and then he replied, “Ninety-nine or eighty percent.”
Hearing this, Wei Ran first confirmed that the phone was still recording the call, and then said, "Mr. Tao, please give the phone to Teacher Chen."
"Then...Okay ..." Mr. Tao sighed and handed the phone to Chen Guangling, who had been standing next to him in disappointment.
"Wei Ran," Chen Guangling said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I don't..."
"It doesn't matter," Wei Ran responded nonchalantly. When Qin was borrowed by the other party, he had already had a premonition that something like this would happen.
Waiting for Chen Guangling to speak, Wei Ran continued, "Teacher Chen, the Youquan bed and the matching box are definitely not for sale, but the word-reducing music score that Mr. Tao mentioned just now, You can give it to the other party."
"Really?" Mr. Tao's surprised voice came from the other end of the phone, obviously hearing what Wei Ran was saying.
Quan Dang didn't hear Mr. Tao's words. Wei Ran paused and continued, "Teacher Chen, what are you talking about?"Do you want to listen? "
"Yes, I'm listening," Chen Guangling responded quickly, and at the same time smiled apologetically at Mr. Tao who was standing aside.
"In this case, could you please tell me The layer of cushioning sponge in the piano case was torn open, and the reduced calligraphy score and those paper balls were placed inside. These things can be given to Mr. Tao as a souvenir, but the guqin and the piano case will not be sold. "
"Okay! OK! "
Chen Guangling on the other end of the phone quickly agreed, and at the same time hinted at Wei Ran, "I, Old Chen, owe you a favor this time. When I return to the capital tomorrow, I will personally send the guqin to you at home with Luo Xiang to apologize. ”
“Teacher Chen, you are so polite. We are out of town these days. I will just go to your musical instrument store to pick it up in a few days. You don’t have to make a trip.” "After Wei Ran finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately after the other party responded.
"Why didn't you sell the guqin to that old gentleman? Suisui asked in confusion until this moment, "He is too pitiful. Is this piano a relic of his father?" "
"If he were as old as Chen Guangling, he would just sell it. "Wei Ran put away his phone and said rationally, "But you heard it just now, that old gentleman is already 98 years old. ”
“Does this have anything to do with age? " Suisui became more and more puzzled. She didn't have to sell the piano, she just felt pity for Mr. Tao.
"Of course it does matter."
Wei Randuan He took a sip of his coffee, and in order to take care of the confused Jima sitting on the other side, he simply changed to Russian and asked, "How many years do you think this 98-year-old man can live? "
"Um..." Suisui and Jima looked at each other. There was no way to answer this question.
"Let's assume he can live for 10 years"
p>Wei Ran answered his own questions and continued to speak in Russian, "Even if this old man doesn't sell the Youquan he bought in these 10 years, when he goes to Hexi, can you Guarantee that his children and grandchildren will not sell this piano? After all, the old man asked for 5 million. Or take a step back, can you guarantee that his children and grandchildren will not sell this piano to foreigners like Mr. Tao's father? "
"What's wrong with the foreigner..." Ji Ma, who was listening to the excitement, muttered dissatisfiedly.
And Suisui, who had never considered himself a foreigner, scratched his head The back of the head said, “Is this why you don’t sell to the other party?
Wei Ran smiled and said, "That's almost half of the reason. I don't want to wrong the piano, so I can only wrong the old gentleman." Besides, didn’t I give him the subtraction score written by his father? "
"What about the other half of the reason? Suisui asked with great interest.
Wei Ran glanced at the time on his phone and continued, "Since the other party is the elder of Chen Luoxiang's new master, even if he is not a master, At least there's a good chance he's a professional who can play the piano. Do you have any objection to that?? "
"No objection," Suisui and Jima replied in unison, and the latter even added in Russian, "Butchers will only become friends with butchers.
Wei Ran smiled, turned to Suisui who was sitting on the other side and said, "Although I'm not as professional as you in slaughtering fat sheep, at least your father taught me four or five years ago." , if you want to make money, you have to sell things to laymen. At the same time, if an expert wants to offer a high price to buy something in his hand, it is best not to sell to him. Instead, after finding out more about it, double the price offered by the expert and find an outsider to sell it. "
"At least my dad was right about this. "
Suisui, who is an inspirational professional in slaughtering fattened sheep, nodded in agreement, "But if it were my mother, she would change the last half of the sentence to 'double the price offered by the experts, and then find a group of A layman comes to bid. ’”
“What if it were you instead? "Jima couldn't help but ask.
Suisui showed a cute and harmless smile, but what came out of her mouth was "Before the price doubles, ask a few more experts and pick the one with the highest price. Double the starting price. In addition, before selling to laymen, publicize which experts are interested in what you want to sell.
Wei Ran and Ji Ma looked at each other blankly, and the former couldn't help but sigh, "You killed this sheep, and there really wasn't even a shred of meat left on the bones." ”
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