mtl008 Chapter 223 Caution
Chapter 223 Caution
Gu Qicheng finally decided to develop 20 acres of land in Xicheng into a comprehensive commercial center.
Shui Ya and Sun Zhengping were very excited and asked, "After the mall is built, will it be sold?"
Shuiya's family was originally in the department store business, and she immediately took a fancy to this position; Sun Zhengping's family was influential in the political circle, and they also wanted to do business and make money to support the development of their children.
Gu Qicheng's family runs restaurants, hotels, and department stores, and they also took a fancy to this location.
Gu Qicheng said, "Mr. Xie, please arrange for someone to do the design first. I think this place is in a great location. We can build a commercial center that includes a shopping mall, a hotel, and a residence. Let's design it according to this idea first. If shareholders have any needs, they can raise them after the design drawings are out."
No matter what others think, Wen Qing just wants to buy a house.
After the meeting, Wen Qing saw that it was only 4 o'clock, so she said goodbye to everyone and left first. She drove to Shenjiayuan, where many new shops had opened. The Chengxin Entrusted Store was renamed Yixinzhai, mainly doing antique and artwork business, and the Deyong Entrusted Store was renamed Spring Department Store.
Wen Qing rushed to Yixinzhai and pushed the door open. The room was a little dark and cool. Master Yu was repairing a painting. Wen Qing watched him work meticulously from the side, not daring to make a sound to disturb him. After waiting for more than half an hour, Master Yu put the repaired ancient painting aside to dry.
Master Yu washed his hands and came out, asking, "Xiao Wen is here, what do you want to buy?"
Wen Qing said, "Master Yu, did you change the name of your store?"
Not only did the store change its name, but the furnishings in the store also changed. The original long counter was replaced with a low counter, and a set of treasure cabinets were placed against the wall opposite the entrance. A circle of sofas were placed in the room, and opposite the sofas facing the window was a long desk for mounted calligraphy and paintings. Traditional landscape paintings were hung on the walls on both sides.
Master Yu said: "It is now a self-operated store. Several of us paid to buy the store, but it is still nominally listed under the street."
This means that it is collectively owned in name, but in reality it is already privately owned. Wen Qing smiled and said, "You are the boss now. Congratulations."
He then stated the purpose of his visit: "Master Yu, I bought a piece of wood. Can you identify it for me?" He took out the black piece of wood.
Master Yu took it, walked to the window to take a closer look, smelled it, fetched a basin of water, put the wood in, and the wood that should have floated on the water sank to the bottom. He said, "This should be a piece of agarwood. Let me weigh it."
I took it out, wiped it dry, put it on the scale and weighed it. "It's 4 pounds and 2 ounces."
Passing it to Wen Qing, "This piece of agarwood is black in color, has a high oil content, and is relatively heavy. It should be a piece of water agarwood, and it is of very good quality."
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Is it worth the money?"
Master Yu said, "It's hard to find agarwood now, and the price is rising quickly, so you'd better save it."
Wen Qing shamelessly asked, "Master Yu, how much is this piece of agarwood worth?"
Master Yu said: "It's hard to say, it depends on the person. Those who like it will naturally pay a high price. It usually costs 10 to 15 per kilogram when sold to a Chinese medicine store."
This piece of wood is worth 4 or 50 yuan. Wen Qing happily put the agarwood into her backpack and asked, "Master Yu, what good stuff do you have here?"
Master Yu became interested and said with a smile, "I recently bought an oil painting by Xu Beihong. Here, it's this landscape painting. Do you want it?"
Wen Qing saw that it was a 4-foot oil painting on canvas with a price tag of 20 yuan. Wen Qing asked, "Is it real?"
Master Yu smiled and said, "I think it's real. You can see the painter's signature on these places. The brushstrokes and paint are from the past thirty years."
Wen Qing went to the car and took out 20 yuan in cash, handed it to Master Yu, and said with a smile: "Master Yu, please indicate on the invoice that it is authentic."
Master Yu emphasized: "It must be true. Don't you believe me? I will give you a certificate of authenticity."
Wen Qing admired the oil painting carefully. It showed a vigorous big tree and a dilapidated house in the countryside. Outside the house, under the tree, a woman in cheongsam was reclining on a bamboo lounge chair reading a book. The lush greenery and the dark earthen house created a quiet and depressing atmosphere, and the reading woman added a leisurely mood to the picture. Master Xu's oil paintings were pioneers of Chinese oil paintings and were worth collecting.
Wen Qing moved the oil painting into the car and said goodbye to Master Yu.
After returning home, Wen Qing put the things into the space, where they could be better preserved.
Wen Qing's funds mainly come from dividends from several companies. She knows that she is not particularly smart, nor does she have a big courage and she has no background. Therefore, even though she knows that she is now in the real estate business and that houses have great potential for appreciation in value in the future, she does not buy houses spree.
The same goes for antiques. In her previous life, she heard that some bigwigs made their fortunes by collecting and exchanging antiques. However, these people either had backgrounds or were good at scheming. She just wanted to live a quiet and easy life alone, so she only tried a little bit in everything.
The two factories she runs now are not the ones with high profit margins. She only buys a few houses and collects cultural relics and antiques when she has the chance. She only buys and never sells out, and tries not to attract attention. Even the farmer bullies her because she is a woman and has no parents to support her, and wants to take away her property.
After returning to her home in Huashuijing Lane, she cooked dinner and ate it, then entered the space and busied herself with farm work as usual.
The corn had just begun to ear and the rice had grown to half a person's height. The air was filled with the fragrance of rice. It would take some time for the grain to mature, so I went to the poultry area, washed the area, collected the eggs, and fed the chickens and rabbits.
Then we walked up the small hill. The apple and pear trees in the space had already produced fruits as big as a man's fist, and they would be ready to be picked soon.
Finally, she went to the herb garden and picked some annual and biennial herbs, separated the medicinal parts, washed them, and took them to the open space in the warehouse to dry. She had accumulated a room full of Chinese medicinal materials and would look for an opportunity to sell them later.
In the future, she only needs to plant a little of this worthless herb for her own use. The main reason is that the quality of herbs in the market will be poor, but they cannot be sold at a high price. They are really useless. In order not to waste land, she plans to plant more precious herbs.
Wen Qing never gave up practicing, but her progress was getting slower and slower. Now she had already practiced seven meridians. She had been practicing for three years on the seventh meridian, but it had not yet been completely opened. Wen Qing went to the small bamboo building to start practicing, quietly feeling the heat flowing through her body and the vitality spreading along with it.
Over the weekend, Wen Qing attended the wedding of Zheng Xiaoqiang and Qi Yanling. Their wedding was very simple. Neither of them had any other relatives to attend the ceremony, so they only invited colleagues from the factory. Qi Yanling also invited her classmates who stayed in Beijing. Zheng Xiaoqiang asked Wen Qing to act as the in-laws.