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No matter how stupid a person is, he can hear my sarcastic tone.

"He said there is something wrong with this painting?"

"No, Teacher Shi Yan is an expert in cultural relics identification hired by the Antique City. He said it was good, how could it be fake?"

"Yes, he, an ordinary citizen, can know much, just talk nonsense."

"No, right, it's true that the Tang Dynasty avoided the "world". I think this painting is probably imitated."

"That's right, the young man is OK, he's quite knowledgeable. I just said that he's a good teacher and student, and he won't turn against him for no reason. It turns out that there's another reason. Hey, let's continue watching the show."

Boss Dai's face froze and his eyes turned to his side. After hearing my words, Shi Yan leaned over and stared at the calligraphy and paintings carefully, and turned around and shook his head at him, not knowing what he meant. I know that experts also divided into many types, one of which is talking about war on paper. Don't be very polite on TV, but in fact, they have no practical experience at all. Once you buy something, you will be fooled.

"There is also this Jun kiln flowerpot." I used my hand to detect the fragments of the flowerpot from the broken glass. "If I remember correctly, its diameter should be 19.2CM and its height is 17.1CM. Jun kiln sky blue, crabapple red scraps bucket-style flowerpot, an old thing from the Northern Song Dynasty, um, it's so good, so beautiful, it's definitely not worse than the calligraphy and painting of the Tang Dynasty. Why? Because the Palace Museum in Taipei also collected a Jun kiln flowerpot that was the same as it was, it was exactly the same. Haha, if they knew that the flowerpot in their museum was imitated, this one was real, and they didn't know what their expression would have."

A man with a laptop with him hurriedly connected to the CDMA wireless network card. After searching on Baidu, he said to everyone in surprise: "He is right. There is indeed an identical Jun kiln flowerpot in the Palace Museum in Taipei."

The crowd was a little restless.

Jiang Yan, Xi Mansha, Shen Zian and others seemed to have never seen me before, and looked at me in disbelief and were in amazement.

I ignored the messy scene, grabbed a broken bamboo tube, and flipped it back and forth in my hand, "Well, let's talk about this bamboo carving work. The author Wu Zhifan, whose name is Lu Zhen and whose pseudonym Donghai Daoren, is another good player in Jiading bamboo carving after Zhu Sansong. Originally, with Wu Zhifan's technique, this bamboo carving should be clear in reality and in a sparse and orderly manner. Simple bamboo silk can be seen in plain ground, with smooth and smooth lines, just like a natural result. But your body is drawn in disorderly and disorderly, messy, and a mess. Well, the treasure is really a treasure."

Boss Dai's face turned red and white.

Someone laughed at him: "Is it still a treasure that is so messy?"

I nodded seriously: "As the saying goes, things are precious because they are rare. This bamboo carving must be the most embarrassing work in Wu Zhifan's life. But before he could destroy the corpse, he just flowed into the market. If such an object was placed at the auction, then Mr. Wu's disciples would definitely take it back at all costs. Whether in terms of its value and meaning, it would definitely be a treasure and priceless."

Someone is already trying to laugh.

Without pause, I picked up objects on the ground one by one and talked endlessly about each "national treasure cultural relic".

Flat-covered beast-faced tripod, flying flowers and cloud pattern card decoration, yellow glaze double-eared pot...

"... However, the rare things I mentioned above are not as valuable as this one." I picked up a piece of jade and held them in my hand to look at them left and right. "The three-hole jade shovel is rectangular, with regular shape, blue-white jade, with oxidized spots, and finely made. It is really rare. Everyone knows that due to the backward production tools in the Neolithic era, the processing of objects was restricted. Most of the openings were uneven in thickness, and even traces of misalignment when openings, and the shape was irregular, such as the circle was not round enough, and the blades of the knife, axe, and shovel were blunt. Well, but the precision of your workmanship was beyond the reach of manpower. In my opinion, it can be regarded as a national first-class cultural relic!"

Someone asked: "Why?"

"Because..." I raised the three-hole jade shovel, "It has a great historical significance that is incomparable to all the cultural relics in the Palace Museum. It tells us that in the Neolithic Age, there was also a mechanical processing assembly line!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"It is conceivable that when this news is broadcast, it will splash in society. It will overturn all history. Perhaps, China is not only five thousand years old in culture, but there are machines in the Stone Age? Then the footprints of our vast China may have been on this continent ten thousand years ago!" I put the Yuzhao home in the gap of my fingers, "Look, this thing alone is a big leak."

When my speech came to an end, Uncle Zhou, a friend of Mr. Jiang, also squatted beside Shi Yan in surprise, flipping through the broken antique I had just put down. Not long after, Uncle Zhou took a breath, stood up, and clapped with great strength: "The eyes are vicious! Every sentence is beautiful! It's wonderful! I have lived for half a lifetime! I haven't seen such a passionate speech! OK! OK!" He took the lead, and many people also gave me loud applause.

"Young man is a good guy!"

"Good statement!"

"Yes! I think you are the expert! Hahaha!"

"Boss Dai, if you have to believe it, we can take the goods to a professional institution for appraisal." I put away my humorous tone and shook my head: "One-eight million? You really dare to speak! I think even 18,000 yuan is not worth it!"

"Damn!" Jiang Yan screamed strangely, ran over and kicked my calf: "I know it's fake! Why didn't you say it earlier! It made me worry in vain! OK, young man! Can you hide it deeply?"

Teacher Xi looked at me blankly: "Are they really imitations?"

I nodded firmly: "I can't imitate it anymore."

Uncle Zhou smiled and put his hand on Jiang's shoulder: "Old Jiang, since your daughter has such a powerful classmate, why do you still ask me to come?"

After that, the two policemen arrived late and entered the store to find out the situation.

The staff of the antique city and Shi Yan were a little overwhelmed. Several people negotiated, and finally, Boss Dai stood up in shame and said, "Give him 30,000 yuan."

Once this statement is made, it is equivalent to admitting that these things are all imitations.

Juzi, Shaobing and others let out a faint scream without realizing it, and their surprised eyes quickly looked at me.

"Thirty thousand?" I said with a dark face: "No! I don't give a penny! Whoever pays it will not be sure! Uncle Police, before you came, this boss named Dai closed the door and blocked her when my teacher was seriously injured and refused to go to the hospital. This had seriously delayed my teacher's injury. I suspect that this was an extortion case, a long-planned extortion case by merchants and antiques cities. Those cracked items were only worth tens of thousands of yuan, but they fooled them to 18 million yuan. Everyone can testify to us!"

I don't care about it, throw a big hat over first.

"Yes, I heard it."

"Yes, that's what they just said."

"I testify, too."

My father Jiang looked at me more, nodded slightly, and said to the police: "I also think it's strange. The cabinet is not made of cotton, so how can it fall down as soon as it is touched? Could it be that someone inside wants to blackmail my sister-in-law?

Shi Yan and Boss Dai looked very bad, so they hurriedly rejected it.

After more than ten minutes.

After mediation by the police, Antique City thought it was afraid that it would lose face, so the matter was left unresolved and did not accompany a penny.

Outside the antique city, Xi Mansha said gratefully with red eyes: "Thank you, if it weren't for you..."

"Don't be polite, it should be." I looked at her right hand: "Hurry up and take a picture to the hospital, don't be a fracture."

Jiang's father drove here, and there were no need for so many people to follow him when he went to the hospital. It was just that Jiang Yan, Uncle Zhou, and Xi Mansha got on the Audi car.

Before leaving, Jiang's father stretched out his hand to me: "What do you call a young man?"

"Gu Jing." I shook hands with him.

"Okay." Jiang's father patted me on the shoulder twice: "Come to have fun at home when you have time."

After solving Teacher Xi’s affairs, it’s time for me to continue my journey to find the Blue and White Flowers of Yuan Dynasty.

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Chapter completed!