Luo Haijun took the checkbook and pen handed over by his wife, swiped the pen "eighty million" and signed. After looking at it for a few seconds and feeling that there was no problem, he pulled off the check with a hiss and casually

He handed it to his granddaughter Luo Danting who was squatting beside him, and said with a kind smile:

"Tingting, you are a grown-up child. Just do whatever you want. Grandpa supports you! Don't worry about your father. With grandpa here, he can't make much trouble."

Luo Zhen looked awkward no matter what he was listening to. He twisted his mouth and gritted his teeth and said sarcastically.

"Is a broken sword worth so much money? Our family is not a banker. Eighty million, Dad! It's not a small amount. This is the few working capital of our Luo family. Now the business of several brothers

It’s not easy to do anymore.”

Luo Haijun turned his face and said with a cold face:

"I gave you the money. What does it have to do with you? It's a broken sword. If you don't understand me, don't talk nonsense."

After speaking, Luo Haijun picked up the purple clay pot next to the sofa, raised his head and took a big sip, exhaled happily, and said

"Happy, since you are all here today, grandpa, I will tell you the origin and authenticity of this bronze sword, and let you learn a lot. Although grandpa is a half-way monk, he still doesn't know how to do this thing.

I don’t believe I’ll ask your uncle from the Yin family to do some eye-piercing work tomorrow!”

Robin squeezed over at this time, staring at this extremely sharp bronze sword, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Grandpa, how much is this sword worth?"

"You brat, you're already a teacher, and you're still thinking about money. Grandpa, tell you, if this sword really comes from that origin, it's worth a fortune. How can it be bought for only 80 million? I don't know.

.”

Luo Haijun's old face wrinkled and he looked at his good grandson with contempt.

On the contrary, Robin was not unhappy when he heard the old man's sarcasm. Instead, he became happy, his eyes were shining, and he muttered: "Okay! Okay, it's really good, hehehehe!"

No one knew what Luo Bin was thinking at this time. What he was thinking was that Bai Chi casually took off this bronze sword from a villager in Baijia Village and gave it to him. But Luo Bin's eyes were not

Blind man. He saw that all the villagers in Baijia Village seemed to have such short and narrow bronze swords. When the time comes, those who seek power for personal gain can just send Luo Danting back to blackmail two more. How simple.

But how could his father not know what kind of virtue his son was? Luo Zhen looked coldly at Robin's money-crazed look with bright eyes and felt something was wrong. Is there anything else that the boy has not said? No, he must find out...

…

Luo Haijun cleared his throat, looked at the bronze sword on the coffee table with bright eyes, and said slowly:

"Come on, sit down. The old man will tell you today. When it comes to identifying bronze ware, it is not simple. The craftsmanship of counterfeiting bronze ware is very simple. Generally, it is the craftsmanship, the shape of the vessel, and the rust color.

Counterfeiting. Bronze wares in the Shang and Zhou dynasties were cast using the earthenware model method. There are three commonly used methods for modern imitations, namely the sand casting method, the precision casting method, and the lost wax method.

No matter which method is used, it will leave marks on the bronze products, such as mold lines, wall thickness, and gasket marks. The main forms of forgery include: forgery of the entire object, forgery of part of the object, as well as post-engraving method, new tire

Paste old rust, forge inscriptions and other methods.

There are four main identification methods: one is the rust color; the other is the feel and sound; the third is the pattern and style; and the fourth is the copper quality and style of the vessel."

Listening to the old man's boasting, Robin couldn't help but add another sentence and asked

"Grandpa, how did you identify this bronze sword as genuine?"

Glancing lightly at his precious grandson, Luo Haijun wiped the two-inch beard on his chin with satisfaction, and then said

"This is what I want to say. From the rust color, there is nothing to say about this sword. It is fake at first glance. This is also your father's first impression when he saw it. What I want to say is the second point.

Sound. The sound made by your father's sword when it is still on the ground is clear and crisp, rather than the buzzing sound with echoes, which means that this sword is extraordinary.

Then there is the pattern and style. I remember that bronze swords in the Qin Dynasty were generally 90 centimeters in length. Why is this sword only 70 centimeters? That means this sword is not the kind of sword that is used to open a large military formation on the battlefield.

, but it has a special purpose. As for its purpose, it can be seen from the inscription on this sword.

To identify the authenticity of an inscription, in addition to carefully observing whether there are any alterations near the original inscription, such as alterations, different fonts, uneven surfaces, false rust and other traces, you can also identify the inscription from the casting method. Inscriptions carved later,

Some are original, and the fonts are relatively rigid and stiff, with hidden or obvious chisel marks in the mouth of the words. For bronzes cast by the foundry method, the mud particles are relatively coarse, and the surface of the inscription strokes is different from the fine clay casting.

Do you know what the three characters on the inscription on this sword are?"

At this time, the old guy's son Luo Zhen subconsciously asked

"What word?"

"Black Ice Platform!" Luo Haijun said three words softly.

No one else had any reaction, only Luo Zhen's body trembled. Luo Haijun glanced at his stupid son and thought to himself: Are you still the commander of the military region? What kind of eyesight is this? You are blind for nothing, it's my son.

"As for what the Black Ice Platform is, if you have nothing to do, you can read the Qin Dynasty's classics. The Black Ice Platform is the secret army controlled by the Qin Emperor and General Bai Qi. It is also the current Kyoto special forces, and it is even more powerful than the special forces.

.As far as I know, there are only ninety-six secret soldiers in the Black Ice Platform of the Qin Dynasty. Half of them are controlled by King Zhao of Qin, and the other half are controlled by Lord Wu'an Bai Qi.

This 70 cm long bronze dagger is Heibingtai's specially used assassination weapon, so it is only so short that it is easy to hide and carry.

I just looked at this sword carefully. I don’t know if you noticed it. This sword is not an ornament or a collectible. You see: it is sharpened on both sides, the blade is rust-free, and the handle is smooth. What does this mean?

?This shows that the sword has been in use."

"What? In use? Dad, are you kidding? How many years ago was the Qin Dynasty? More than 200 years ago. Can the things from that time be preserved until now?"

When Luo Zhen heard this, he didn't believe it again.

"Hmph. Why do you say you are your son and I am my father? That's because I am better than you."

Luo Haijun shook his snow-white head with a proud expression, and gently touched the bronze dagger as if looking at a woman. He murmured to himself:

"This is not an ordinary sword, this is a killing sword. If you get closer to this sword, you can smell the strong bloody killing atmosphere. I can conclude that this sword has been drunk in the past few years.

Human blood, and there’s not a small amount of it.”

"Ah? What. How is it possible?" Granddaughter-in-law Li Meijiamei's eyes were filled with brilliance, and she stared in surprise at the ugly dagger in the old man's hand.

"Grandpa, are you kidding me?" Robin didn't believe it either.

"Dad, are you telling the truth?" The only one who remained calm was Luo Zhen.

Seeing this, Luo Haijun finally nodded with satisfaction. When encountering important events, his expression remained unchanged. Finally, he had a bit of labor-management style in this regard.

Luo Danting's heart was in turmoil at this moment. She thought of the legend of Baijiacun, the descendants of Wu Anjun, and the horrific dentist murder case. She couldn't help but feel cold all over. Could it be that Baichi? Baijiacun really has an ulterior secret.

?

The old man squinted his eyes and secretly glanced at Luo Danting's expression, and nodded secretly in his heart. It seemed that this girl still knew something.

"Grandpa, don't be too pretentious. Just ask, how much does this sword cost?"

Robin asked directly and carelessly.

Luo Haijun chuckled, stretched out two fingers to make a gesture, and gave it a try. After a long while, he replied:
Chapter completed!