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Chapter 141 A Chinese film made with great care!
Looking at the box on the ground, its edges cracked and the paint peeling off.

Lin Qingsong couldn't help but feel helpless. The fact that this box could store textbooks from the Republican era meant that it was quite old.

If it's well-preserved, it might even be a valuable antique.

Unfortunately, now all we can do is throw it into the shredder and treat it as garbage.

But then he suddenly remembered something, squatted down, ran his hand over the box, and then sniffed it.

Ok.

It smells musty.

You're overthinking it.

He had seen Fu Changfei's private collection once before when he was in Sanya.

Several of the wooden antiques were made with particularly exquisite materials.

It's either huanghuali, small-leaf sandalwood, or rosewood, all rare woods that were known as the "three tribute woods" in ancient times.

Fu Changfei also proudly showed off one of the pen holders made of small-leaf sandalwood.

He found it at a street stall.

When he got excited, Fu Changfei also told Lin Qingsong some tips on finding undervalued timber.

First, look at the texture and color, such as the fine grain of sandalwood, the ghost face pattern of rosewood, and the black stripes of ebony.

Secondly, check the hardness and density; generally, precious woods feel particularly heavy.

Third, observe the aroma, such as the spicy fragrance of Dalbergia odorifera and the sour fragrance of rosewood.

One of the simplest methods is the scraping and smelling method he just used.

Scrape the wood, then examine the material and color inside. After that, take a sniff. If you can smell a sour or light fragrance, you might just find a bargain.

But when Lin Qingsong took a sniff, he found only a faint, insignificant camphor scent besides the musty smell.

It's obvious that he picked up the wooden box because there wasn't anything missing.

But he didn't give up!

He continued to look through the books in the box.

Many books fall dust as soon as they are touched.

in the sun.

It looks like he's spilled a sack of flour.

"Cough cough." The staff member who was smoking over there choked a little. He moved to the side and was glad that he hadn't gone to look through that box of books.

How long has this been sitting there? It's so dusty.

However, Lin Qingsong was incredibly excited at this moment!
He actually found a copy of Lu Xun's "Call to Arms" among these old books, and it was even the first edition of "Call to Arms" published by Beixin Bookstore in 1923.

These days, the Rabbit Express delivery service is just too slow.

He doesn't know how many times he's clicked on Kongfz.com.

With each click, he saw information about the sale of many used books.

And these first editions are obviously the kind of books that can sell for a high price.

In particular, although the paper of this book is a bit brittle, it is still well preserved and there is no trace of insect damage.

Camphor wood boxes are indeed very effective at preventing insects!

After putting the book back, he flipped through it for a while and found that most of the rest were textbooks and teaching materials, so he gave up.

"Dude, how much are these books? This box is mostly textbooks, nothing much to look for." Lin Qingsong picked up the textbook with the love letter inside and Lu Xun's Call to Arms, then waved a copy of Huanzhu Louzhu's The Legend of Shushan and said, "This novel is the only one that's somewhat interesting."

This is something he just found out; it was published by a bookstore called Zhengqi Bookstore during the Republic of China era.

It can barely be considered an ancient book.

The man who was smoking glanced at the tattered book in Lin Qingsong's hand and said speechlessly, "This piece of junk can't even be weighed. You can decide what to pay for."

Although he didn't thoroughly look through the box of books, he did glance at it a few times.

Most of the books inside are miscellaneous books, which will be pulped after they are no longer sold.

We might as well sell it.

"Ten yuan a book," Lin Qingsong said, taking out his phone to scan the QR code on the wall.

Although it wasn't 50 cents a pound, he didn't care.

The Legend of Shushan alone is enough to break even; the rest are free money!
After leaving, he returned to the house with a slight sense of excitement.

He Yu and He Xue probably both received cases today, so they're not home at this time.

After opening the door, Lin Qingsong first went to Kongfuzi Old Book Network to study the process of opening a store before hanging up Huanzhu Louzhu's "The Legend of Shushan" and Lu Xun's "Call to Arms".

He then excitedly opened his textbook from the Republican era and found the family letter tucked inside.

"Meimei, guess what kind of fabric I bought for you? Not to mention the bride's clothes, it's at least something suitable for the engagement or something. You'll definitely like it. But little darling, you've emptied Momo's pockets! What are you going to do!"

Lin Qingsong couldn't help but rub his arm after just watching a short clip.

I go.

Does even a great poet write such sentimental letters home?

It's all about eyebrows, little baby, and Momo.

Forget it, who cares if it's cheesy or not.

As long as it can be sold for money, that's fine!
Lin Qing carefully took a picture of the love letter with her phone, and was just about to send it to Qi Fei when she remembered that he hadn't replied to the message she sent him last night.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingsong checked the time and realized it was almost ten o'clock, so he sent a voice message to Qi Fei.

If Qi Fei is unable to intervene, he plans to contact Fu Changfei.

This wealthy man from Sanya certainly wouldn't mind adding a touch of artistic flair to his collection.

It took about a minute for the call to be connected.

"Hello? Who is it? What's wrong?" Qi Fei's extremely tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Second Uncle, did you see the message I sent you last night? I have something to sell." Hearing his tired voice, Lin Qingsong was a little curious, but he still told him his story first.

"Oh, bro, it's you! I was drinking with my friends until after 3 a.m. yesterday and didn't check my phone. I'm checking it now."

As they were talking, Lin Qingsong heard Qi Fei get out of bed and drink water, clearly indicating that he was not feeling well from the hangover.

"Holy crap, buddy, you're absolutely amazing! It hasn't been that long, and you already have the Large Dragon stamps and Xu Zhimo's letters to Lu Xiaoman. Did you rob some collector from the Republic of China era?!"

Qi Fei, still feeling hungover and in a daze, was instantly sobered up after seeing the message from Lin Qingsong, as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

He zoomed in on the photos Lin Qingsong sent, especially the large dragon stamp.

This is good stuff!
The first set of stamps issued during the Qing Dynasty was something that every stamp collector in the country coveted.

Unfortunately, there are too many wolves and not enough meat, so only a very few people can get what they want.

Qi Fei had only heard about it from others, but he had never actually seen it with his own eyes!
As for the love letters Xu Zhimo wrote to Lu Xiaoman, to be honest, he wasn't very interested.

One is a married woman, the other is having an extramarital affair.

Even when they were together, the way they interacted left him speechless.

He clearly remembered reading in a book that Xu Zhimo, after visiting a brothel, would return home and tell Lu Xiaoman that the women there were "quite voluptuous, but not as voluptuous as you." Lu Xiaoman smiled without saying a word, then turned around and slept in the same bed with the married man, Weng Ruiwu.

This, this, this.
In short, as a single man, he couldn't understand the love between these two.

It could even be described as extremely shocking.

"Second Uncle, do you have any channels to sell these things? Also, could you help me estimate their value?" Lin Qingsong could understand Qi Fei's excitement; these two items were definitely top-quality.

In the antique trade, that's called perfect condition!
"We must have a source!" Qi Fei muttered as he looked at the picture. "I can't estimate the price right now, but wait for me while I check the information and ask my friends."

"Okay, then you can inquire first, Second Uncle." After hanging up the phone with Qi Fei, Lin Qingsong patiently put the Large Dragon stamps and Xu Zhimo's love letters into the safe's hidden compartment before straightening his clothes and preparing to go out to pick up Yang Xiaoxiao for lunch.

Today's schedule is quite simple.

Eat, watch movies, get a massage.

Eating is the simplest thing.

Whenever two people go out together, they always end up eating hot pot.

He couldn't understand why Yang Xiaoxiao, a Cantonese, and he, a native of northern Jiangsu, liked Sichuan hotpot so much.

But this stuff is so satisfying to eat!
Even if he ate at home yesterday, it doesn't stop him from having another meal at noon today.

After finishing their hot pot meal, the two naturally held hands and headed to the movie theater in the mall.

Whether it was a matter of courtesy or not is unknown.

Anyway, as we walked, our hands naturally started to touch.

On the big screen inside the movie theater.

A very boring domestic horror movie that Lin Qingsong had specially chosen was playing.

To his surprise, Yang Xiaoxiao had been watching intently from the very beginning.

This was somewhat unexpected for Lin Qingsong.

normal circumstances.

Shouldn't she throw herself into his arms?

"Old Lin, this movie isn't very good."

Screams could be heard from time to time inside the movie theater.

But Yang Xiaoxiao, who enjoys watching horror movies at home all year round, was very calm at this moment.

He even had the time to complain to Lin Qingsong about the various unscientific plot holes in the movie.

Lin Qingsong glanced at Yang Xiaoxiao, who was watching the movie and making comments, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek. "Hey Lao Yang, you're actually giving your critiques!"

When Yang Xiaoxiao turned to look at him with a puzzled expression, Lin Qingsong put his arm around her and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you take a look at what the other people around you are doing?"

While Yang Xiaoxiao was watching the movie, his attention was mostly focused on his surroundings.

What can I say about the audience at this event?

Basically, none of them came alone.

Most of them are couples.

And the cinema's arrangement today was quite interesting; the screening rooms for domestic horror films were basically all couples' rooms.

They clearly knew why these couples were watching domestic horror films.

The two were seated close together, and occasionally some scary images would appear on the screen. The woman would scream in fright and then snuggle into the man's arms.

If the movie gets a little boring later on, then the man and woman will have time to do their own things, right?
So say it.

Domestic horror films really go to great lengths to help guys out.

At this moment, all the couples sitting around Lin Qingsong and his group were snuggling together.

Some impatient ones were already gnawing on it without a care in the world.

(End of this chapter)