Chapter 372

"The color glaze changes of this Tang Sancai are soft, the shades are appropriate, and the mutual infiltration is natural, and it also has a mottled and dripping effect. Just this reflection of colors can show a magnificent and rich flavor. It is definitely not an ordinary item..."

"This copper incense burner is even more remarkable. Look at these patterns, look at this quality. This is something that came out of the palace! I dare not say whether it was used by the Nine-Dragon Supreme, but it is definitely something only nobles are qualified to use..."

After Old Song returned to his residence with Mr. Ai, Mr. Ai took out the two fakes to let Old Song appraise and explain them. Old Song immediately used his silver tongue, a combination of blowing and fooling, which made Mr. Ai's eyes burn with greed.

Watching Mr. Ai scratching his ears and cheeks with joy, like a Monkey King who had entered the Peach Garden, Old Song really couldn't help but despise him.

Back then, I used ten times more effort than now to fool your father, and your father didn't even twitch an eyelid while smiling. Looking at your incompetent appearance now, how do you look like Prince Beile's son?

If it weren't for that hooked nose of yours being cut from the same mold as your father, I wouldn't believe you had anything to do with that beast even if I died.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song?"

Teacher Ai suddenly poked Old Song.

Old Song immediately withdrew his mockery and said with great professional ethics: "Eh, eh, Mr. Ai, what else don't you understand?"

Teacher Ai nodded and whispered: "I want to ask Mr. Song, which one of these two things do you think is better?"

"Hmm? Better?" Old Song asked puzzled: "Where should I start when Mr. Ai asks which is better? Is it based on the completeness of the quality of these two things? Or based on their rarity?"

"Based on money!"

Teacher Ai said very realistically: "Just tell me, which of these two things is more valuable."

Neither is very valuable. I spent twenty-three silver dollars to find someone to make them back then.

Old Song gave a cheeky smile and mysteriously pointed his finger at the copper incense burner.

"Although this one is from a later era, it has a background. Antiques are valuable as long as they have a background. If you meet a buyer who is obsessed with the Chinese royal family, they won't think it's expensive no matter how much money you ask for!"

"Then this one."

Teacher Ai immediately put the incense burner into a box and then asked Old Song: "Which bank in our Jingcheng provides safe deposit box services?"

"Safe deposit box services?"

Old Song was really stumped by the question. He thought for a while and said: "If you're talking about before '49, I know Citibank in Jingcheng had safe deposit boxes.

But is there a Citibank in Jingcheng now? I don't know if other banks have them, and I don't know if this kind of business would even bother with ordinary people like us!"

Old Song meant that it was not yet known whether banks in the mainland had safe deposit box services at this time, and even if they did, they might not be open to individual customers.

Teacher Ai was stunned for a moment, and then frowned.

"Then what should I do? It will take at least ten or eight days for me to return to the Lighthouse. Where can I put such good things to be safe?"

No matter how smart Old Song was, he was a bit confused at this moment, so he asked weakly: "Mr. Ai, aren't you going to take this incense burner overseas? Why do you want to keep it in Jingcheng?"

"You don't understand this," Teacher Ai straightened his face and talked eloquently: "A famous Nobel Prize winner in economics once said, don't put all your eggs in one basket.

I traveled thousands of miles from Jingcheng to the Lighthouse, and I have to pass through many checkpoints on the way. What if there's a slip-up and it gets confiscated?"

"So this time I'll take one first, and leave the other in Jingcheng. It won't be too late to find a way to take it out after I find a buyer who admires the Chinese royal family in the future..."

Old Song: "..."

I believe your ghost!

You're not putting your eggs in one basket because you want to eat them yourself, right?

I originally thought you were a waste, but I didn't expect you to have this trick of eating inside and out! You even want to swallow half of your own father's things.

This is truly his father's genius.

Old Song didn't have Li Ye's perverted ability to observe expressions, but he had been playing mind games with people since he was young. How could a novice liar like Teacher Ai hide from his eyes?

Teacher Ai clearly wanted to take this copper incense burner for himself and make it his own.

Old Song finally understood. No wonder that after selling one thing to A-Qiang, even though he got tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars, Teacher Ai was still poor as hell.

It seems that Prince Beile in the Lighthouse is also very stingy, not giving his youngest son much pocket money, forcing his own son to start scamming his father.

Teacher Ai thought about it and suddenly looked at Old Song: "Master Song, how about you keep it for me for a while? We are business partners, and I am willing to trust you."

"No, no," Old Song waved his hands repeatedly: "Mr. Ai doesn't understand the rules of the antique trade. Such valuable things cannot be entrusted to others casually.

To say something unpleasant, when you come back from the Lighthouse, what if you insist that the thing has become fake? Who can I reason with?"

"How could I be that kind of person?" Teacher Ai glared and said unhappily: "Mr. Song is looking down on me. Since I trust you, I will definitely not doubt you..."

"No, no, no, I'm not suitable,"

Old Song declined repeatedly, and then smiled and said: "Besides, didn't Mr. Ai say before that when you return to the Lighthouse this time, you would take me out to see the world? I have to go with you..."

"Tsk."

Teacher Ai made a tsk sound, and his face suddenly became arrogant and disdainful.

"Old Song, you are still too anxious. If you want to go to the Lighthouse, you have to learn at least a hundred or eighty daily phrases, right? You can't even ask for directions now. Getting lost outside is a big trouble..."

"Then can't I hire a translator! You just need to help me get a visa."

"Visa, visa, Old Song, you also went to the visa office to see, is it that easy to handle? You saw that I handled two before, so you think it's easy, right? Do you know how much effort I spent in secret?"

Old Song smacked his lips hard, afraid that if he couldn't hold it back, his cheeks would be twisted behind his ears.

Of course he knew how much effort Teacher Ai spent to get those two students who came for training to successfully obtain visas to the Lighthouse.

Teacher Ai carefully analyzed the conditions of each student, then selected the ones most likely to pass the visa, and taught a lot of techniques to deal with visa officers.

As for whether they could pass the visa, in fact, it was mostly up to fate, but hitting two by luck made him a "gold medal lecturer."

This is the same principle as those "guaranteed pass, money back if not" driving schools in later generations, it's just that Teacher Ai is more shameless, but he doesn't refund the money either.

"Alright then! I'll keep it for you for a few days. You go buy a safe, keep the key and password yourself, and I'll just be responsible for watching the door."

"Sigh, that's right!"

Teacher Ai hugged Old Song's shoulder and said affectionately: "Master Song, don't worry. We are partners, and there will definitely be plenty of opportunities to go to the Lighthouse in the future.

When I'm not home, remember to take good care of these students in the training class. I still have to continue teaching when I come back!"

"Hmm, hmm, teaching. Mr. Ai, you are a great talent, and you have great prospects in a place like Jingcheng..."

Old Song praised Teacher Ai without spending a penny, while despising him in his heart.

People, the most fearful thing is lacking self-knowledge.

When Teacher Ai was in the training class for the first time and heard the students respectfully call him "Teacher" and sincerely ask him questions, he was floating.

This is like when Old Song fooled Major Nakamura back then and was collectively called a "great hero" by his peers in the provincial capital of Dongshan, floating without knowing how much he weighed.

Teacher Ai was the same. Originally, starting a training class was to make some money, but as time went on, he was deeply trapped in the feeling of being respected and felt that he was really a respected master.

This feeling of being respected cannot be bought with money.

This is also the reason why Old Song knew that the training class's fees were inappropriate but still endured and cooperated with Teacher Ai. He needed to tie Teacher Ai down and use him to find his enemy and achieve his goal of revenge.

However, Old Song recorded the address information of all the training class students and decided that if these people couldn't slip out in the future, he would quietly return the training fees twofold.

Old Song also admitted that he was not a good person, but when treating his compatriots, he still kept the necessary conscience.

Teacher Ai arrived at San Francisco on the west coast of the Lighthouse without any danger.

After getting off the plane, he took a deep breath and suddenly felt that the smell mixed with salty and damp sea breeze was so strange and so annoying.

What this city brought him was not only an unspeakable childhood, youth, and middle age, but also that down-and-out smell that couldn't be washed away no matter how much he washed.

Instead, the short time he spent in the mainland gave Teacher Ai hope of becoming a person above others.

So Teacher Ai decided that after quickly resolving the matters here, he would return to Jingcheng to enjoy himself.

The material conditions there were not as scarce as rumored. As long as you had money in your pocket, you wouldn't lack food, clothing, or daily necessities, and what you wouldn't lack even more were girls.

If it weren't for Old Song repeatedly emphasizing to Teacher Ai that the mainland was very strict about lifestyle issues, and that once accused by a woman, you would go to jail regardless of whether there was evidence, Teacher Ai would probably have become intimate comrades with several female students by now.

But Teacher Ai was thinking about going back here, while several passengers who also came from the mainland said happily: "Wow, is this smell the smell of the sea? It smells so good!"

"No, this is the smell of freedom, the smell that gives us infinite possibilities. Take a deep breath, isn't there an irresistible sweet fragrance?"

"Hmm, so sweet!"

"Pfft."

Teacher Ai couldn't help but laugh.

"This comrade, what are you laughing at?"

Teacher Ai glanced at the displeased passengers and contemptuously spat out a sentence in a standard local accent.

Welcome to the hell of freedom. If you can't become a devil, then please become the devil's food!

(End of chapter)

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