Chapter 649: Collecting Wood

After arranging matters, Yang Qing became idle again.

Now he is alone, really a bit lonely.

Yang Tian saw Yang Qing listless all day and felt a bit sorry for him.

"Dad, do you want to go out with me?"

Yang Tian's words exactly suited his taste.

"Fine, son, where do you want to take me?"

Yang Tian saw his father looking like a child, excited, and wanted to take him to Pan Family Garden to have a look.

This place is just right for a newcomer.

"Let's go to Pan Family Garden."

"Taobao?" Yang Qing only felt a burst of excitement in his body.

"Go, go, go, son, let's go treasure hunting."

"Treasure hunting?"

Yang Tian wanted to laugh; this place is all about swindling foreigners, with hardly any genuine items.

Moreover, the antique trade has many rules, specializing in cheating novices.

Pan Family Garden can be said to be a gathering place for novices and foreigners.

Yang Tian blocked Yang Qing.

"Dad, to go to Pan Family Garden we need to call Brother Zhangfeng."

Yang Qing was puzzled.

"What for? He's busy fixing the courtyard."

Yang Tian had a black line.

"Dad, can't you be a decent person? You two cause trouble; even having your son clean up after you isn't enough—this market trip, you won't even bring him?"

"Dad, Pan Family Garden is a secondhand market; secondhand goods, what do you say is plentiful?"

Yang Qing immediately understood; there are many old furniture pieces.

Thinking about it, he suddenly thought of the Yang Family's treasure.

Most of this treasure belongs to Yang Tian, so Zhangfeng can't possibly not help at all.

"Alright, let's go, we'll bring him along and go take a look."

Zhangfeng was still dazed; his father being so kind, still taking him out for a stroll?

This has never happened in a lifetime.

Let alone going out, the time they spend playing together is very short.

Yang Qing also didn't know whether this kid had gone stupid from building houses or what.

The whole person is a bit dull, not talkative; you say go out, we go, mainly obedient.

Seeing this gourd-like dull person, Yang Qing felt a surge of frustration.

The three father and son soon arrived at Pan Family Garden.

At that time, Pan Family Garden was actually just a shed, with things scattered all over the ground, dust and trash everywhere.

Because of Zhangfeng, Yang Qing didn't first go elsewhere but wanted to go to the furniture-selling area first.

"Let's first go look at the furniture."

Afterwards he kicked Zhangfeng.

"Later, when we pick up bargains, it's up to you; if you find genuine stuff, you take it; if it's fake but the timber is good, let Yang Tian take it."

"Remember, we're here to pick up bargains; we must press the price hard."

The two brothers rolled their eyes.

The two of them have been hanging around Pan Family Garden for years; needless to say, many people know them.

That is, they're young, easy to look down on; otherwise, wanting to snag a bargain here would be difficult.

Previously they didn't care about broken furniture, but seeing their father so eager, they prepared to help him get some.

"Dad, how much are you planning to get?"

Yang Qing asked about the price; things that used to cost a few dozen now cost several hundred to a thousand, top-quality ones up to ten thousand.

The bed he originally bought now isn't even a few thousand; it can't be bought.

Yang Qing felt it was still okay.

That is, the collecting consciousness has begun to arise.

Over ten years, these things have increased a hundredfold.

However, in the future, this stuff can still increase a hundredfold based on current prices.

"The more, the better."

"As long as it's top-notch timber, top-notch craftsmanship, and long history, we want it."

"Your brother likes building houses; we'll get him some matching furniture."

"Just a house, without furniture, how can that work?"

"Moreover, he also needs money."

"I need to set up some money-making business for him."

"This rosewood furniture is not bad."

"Tang Monk's wife started her business by reselling rosewood furniture."

Yang Qing wanted his son to also get involved a bit.

Zhangfeng was very helpless.

Dad, I don't need it—the business of Zhangfeng Construction Company is plenty these days.

The Siheyuan restoration projects in the inner city have been growing more and more in recent years.

But only a few have the necessary qualifications.

In Jingcheng, no one enjoys a reputation greater than my master's.

Furthermore, our company also has a timber factory; some building restorations require precious wood.

As for the furniture factory, I've also invested a little, providing ancillary services for others.

Yang Qing fell silent for a moment. Indeed, his mother is Chen Xueru—would Chen Xueru not consider Yang Zhangfeng's interests?

He himself is also too unconcerned about his own son, so he remains completely unaware.

Losing face, lacking self‑esteem, feeling ashamed, embarrassed.

He turned out to be a fine father.

Shameless! Yang Qing is trying to save face.

Cough cough, the furniture factory is the furniture factory, old furniture is old furniture.

These are all non‑renewable resources; you only gain enough say if you take enough of them.

We may be builders, but you can't just casually collect houses, can you?

Old furniture is fine; later you could even open an old‑furniture museum.

Just use the ancient building techniques you've learned, combined with modern building techniques.

Fame and profit both gained—how wonderful.

Yang Zhangfeng knows that Yang Qing means well; these years of studying in the capital have left him long deprived of paternal affection.

Today is really nice.

He also doesn't want to break this warm atmosphere.

Okay, Dad, I'll listen to you.

Yang Tian, let's go pick up some bargains.

The two kids ran ahead, sparing the old father much embarrassment.

Yang Qing is thick‑skinned, so the embarrassment passes quickly.

He quickly caught up, starting to act like a big bad wolf.

The kids scout for bargains up front, while he shows off in the back.

Nowadays there are also many distressed‑furniture pieces, and the distressing techniques are quite mature.

There's no helping it—during the Republic era, counterfeiting was rampant; many masters were counterfeiting experts, and many of those Republic‑era forgery techniques have been passed down.

After being nurtured in the 1980s, the antique market has gradually revived, and counterfeiting naturally rose as well.

At the North Bridge Market, there are large volumes of handicrafts wholesale, and many foreigners source their goods there.

Yang Zhangfeng and Yang Tian were looking at fine materials, which those counterfeiters ruined.

(Because counterfeiting requires dyeing and corrosion—these are chemicals, many of which are toxic.)

Feeling heartbroken.

The boss, seeing they were young, even used a stick to poke the rattan on the furniture.

Poking while trying to persuade.

"Young sir, look—this history is long, these vines have all rotted."

This is rather insulting; if it were truly antique furniture, would you really bear to poke it like that?

Yang Tian and Yang Zhangfeng were also speechless (literally, a black line).

But they didn't make a scene; instead, they looked at a painting table.

"Boss, we can't afford those old items, but this table looks nice and rather new—how much?"

Don't expect the counterfeit‑goods boss to have much expertise; his mind is all on deception.

But this boss dealing in such goods is also a slippery character.

"Whether there are dates or not, give it two hits."

"Just sell it at a high price and you'll be fine."

"Impressive, impressive—this painting table came straight from the imperial palace."

"Take a look at this dragon pattern, this material…"

The two brothers didn't wait for him to finish; they lifted their legs and walked away.

Neat and swift, without any hesitation.

It seemed as if they had been frightened.