Chapter 36

"Didn't you wake me up before you went out? Why did you lock me in the room?" Yang Kang smiled bitterly, "If you go out for a day, are you going to lock me in for a day?"

"How could I?" Guo Fatzi laughed awkwardly, "I just went to buy some things."

"Do you know I have claustrophobia!" Yang Kang complained, "Next time you go out, remember to wake me up!"

"I just saw you sleeping so soundly and let you sleep a bit longer." Guo Fatzi shrugged, then picked up the old cardboard box and placed it on the electric tricycle, calling to Yang Kang, "Let's go, I'll take you back. I have something to do today."

"Oh?" Yang Kang nodded, curious when he heard that Guo Fatzi had something to do, "Fatzi, are you going out to collect scrap? Can I go with you?"

"Ha ha ha!" Guo Fatzi laughed loudly, "If you go with me to collect scrap, there will probably be news tomorrow."

"Why?" Yang Kang didn't understand. He had never thought there was anything wrong with collecting scrap; it was a way to earn a living. The key was that he had never collected scrap before and was very curious, wanting to go with Guo Fatzi to see.

"If you go with me to collect scrap, tomorrow's Jinling Evening News headline will be—A big star appears on a fat man's scrap truck, suspected to be someone!" Guo Fatzi laughed.

"You're just making it up!" Yang Kang kicked him.

"You look good, if you go out with me, some bold young women might take advantage of you." Guo Fatzi laughed.

"Does that mean many young women have taken advantage of you?" Yang Kang couldn't help but laugh and ask.

"Heh... I'm a fat man, no one takes advantage of me. I don't take advantage of young women, which is already pretty good." Guo Fatzi laughed, "Not like you."

"Didn't you say yesterday that a wife is a troublesome thing?" Yang Kang teased with a smile.

"Yes!" Guo Fatzi said, "With that troublesome thing, I wouldn't dare to take advantage of young women, or I'd be asking for death."

"It looks like you already have a wife's strict control even before you get married!" Yang Kang laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes; this fat man was really too funny.

"I'm not going to collect scrap today, I have something to do in the countryside. My uncle called me twice to hurry me up." Guo Fatzi said, "I'll find that vase for you when I come back. Next time I go to collect scrap, I'll take you with me, hehe..."

"Okay!" Yang Kang laughed, "I like these old things, I don't have any other pursuits."

"You have a very strange hobby." Guo Fatzi didn't understand, as he spoke, he took out a package of buns and a cup of soy milk from under the seat of the electric tricycle and handed them to him, "I just bought them."

"Thanks!" Yang Kang had drunk alcohol yesterday and hadn't eaten, so he was very hungry. He didn't say anything, just thanked him and ate them.

Guo Fatzi locked the door and drove the electric tricycle to take him back to Ruyifang.

"Slow down, slow down!" Yang Kang kept calling for him to slow down, "Don't jolt that porcelain, if it breaks again, it can't be repaired, or it will affect its appearance."

"It won't break!" Guo Fatzi laughed confidently, "It's not that easy to break. Just sit still, don't fall off."

"Falling off isn't a big deal for me." Yang Kang said, "But if that Yuan blue-and-white porcelain breaks, it will be a disaster."

"What disaster?" Guo Fatzi said, "It's just some scrap, if it breaks, I can get more. Don't worry, you're much more precious than that Yuan blue-and-white porcelain."

Yang Kang was on tenterhooks all the way to Ruyifang, but Guo Fatzi didn't care at all. He casually took the cardboard box down and placed it at the entrance of Ruyifang. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. He took out his phone, looked at it, and hung up, then turned to leave.

"Wait, give me your phone number." Yang Kang grabbed him and said.

"I called my number on your phone this morning, it's on your phone." Guo Fatzi said, "My uncle is scolding me, I have to go, see you." Saying that, he hurriedly drove the electric tricycle away.

Yang Kang was a bit stunned. He took out his phone and looked; indeed, at eight o'clock in the morning, his phone had dialed an unknown number, but the call wasn't answered.

In an instant, he understood. This morning, before he woke up, his phone was on the side, and Guo Fatzi naturally didn't know his phone number. So, he used Yang Kang's phone to call his own phone, and thus saw the number.

This Guo Fatzi is quite smart!

Looking at the time, it was only nine in the morning. Business at Ruyifang was very quiet, and he had nothing to do. He looked at Wu Zhen's "New Bamboo" painting, which Guo Fatzi had made dirty. This thing needed to be restored by a professional restorer; otherwise, Yang Kang felt he would be letting Wu Zhen down.

As for the Yuan blue-and-white porcelain jar, Yang Kang was even more anxious. This jar was cracked, not shattered, so there were no missing pieces. The cracks could be aligned, and it wasn't difficult to restore.

He knew a bit about ancient painting restoration and some about ancient porcelain restoration, but knowing and doing were two different things.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to find a professional porcelain restorer. Otherwise, if he did it himself and accidentally destroyed this Yuan blue-and-white porcelain jar, the consequences would be severe.

Restoring ancient paintings was easier; he knew a professional restorer. When his father was alive, they had always been in touch. So, he flipped through his phone contacts and called Zhu Zhenye.

The phone rang for a while before someone answered.

"Uncle Zhu!" Yang Kang hurriedly called.

"Uh? Who is this?" Zhu Zhenye's voice was hesitant; he couldn't remember who was calling.

"Uncle Zhu, it's Yang Kang. Do you remember me?" Yang Kang hurriedly said. In fact, it didn't matter if Zhu Zhenye remembered him, as long as he still did ancient painting restoration.

"Oh? Ah Kang?" Zhu Zhenye was still a bit confused. The name was common, and he seemed to recognize it, but he really couldn't remember.

"Uncle Zhu, I have an ancient painting that I want you to restore." Yang Kang hurriedly said.

"Oh?" Zhu Zhenye frowned slightly. He was already in his sixties and generally didn't take on restoration jobs anymore. He specialized in ancient painting restoration and was also a collector. He had two apprentices and a son who inherited his skills, and they were now well-off, so he didn't need to work anymore.

"Ah Kang, Uncle Zhu is old and his eyesight isn't good. I don't take on restoration jobs anymore. Find someone else." Zhu Zhenye said, about to hang up the phone.