One hour later.

Lin Qian drove the car and slowly arrived at Huang Laogai's address. He saw that this was a place full of historical traces.

Lin Qian looked at the towering courtyards and alleys around him. Lin Qian couldn't help scratching his head, took out his phone and called Mr. Huang.

"Old Huang, I'm here, but there are too many alleys here and I can't walk." Lin Qian said with a wry smile.

"Oh, it's all my fault. These old towns are like this. Just wait for me and I'll come out right away."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qian parked the car in a nearby parking lot, then slowly walked back to the street intersection with Han Jiajia to wait for Mr. Huang.

After waiting for less than five minutes, I saw Mr. Huang walking out of an alley not far away, waving to me.

When Lin Qian saw this, he led Han Jiajia up quickly.

Before Lin Qian could say hello, Mr. Huang hurriedly said: "Quick, follow me, someone just wanted to take something."

Hearing Mr. Huang's words, Lin Qian also took Han Jiajia's little hand and quickly followed.

Soon, the three of them arrived in front of a quaint courtyard. Even a young man like Lin Qian was amazed by the courtyard in front of him.

The antique courtyard follows the style of the Ming Dynasty. Although it is a bit shabby, a sense of history seems to rush towards you. After crossing the slightly higher threshold and walking into the courtyard, you can see a small pavilion on the east side of the courtyard.

, there is an unknown tree nearly three meters high growing next to the pavilion. As the breeze blows, a faint fragrance spreads out.

"Mr. Huang, this place is quite nice." Lin Qian said.

"Of course it's good. Can the courtyard house in Yanjing be any worse?" Mr. Huang glanced at Lin Qian who was stunned.

"This is the courtyard house of old Yanjing?"

"Isn't that what it is?"

"Okay." Lin Qian put away the idea of ​​buying a house.

Seeing Lin Qian's expression, Han Jiajia couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, stop reading, you can afford it if you pick it up dozens of times more, come on in quickly." Mr. Huang shouted urgingly.

When Lin Qian heard Huang Lao's words, he always felt that something was wrong. But after thinking about it, it seemed that what he said was right.

Following Mr. Huang through the yard, the three of them came to a spacious hall. They saw many people sitting in the hall, including middle-aged men in suits, and groups of people in their fifties and sixties, wearing old-fashioned clothes.

The old man in the mandarin jacket.

Just chatting with you and me!

It makes the whole yard appear noisier.

Looking at these people, Lin Qian and Han Jiajia looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

At this time, one of the little old men said: "Old Huang, why did you bring two little babies here?"

After hearing this person's question, the people playing with various antiques in the hall also looked over.

When Mr. Huang saw this scene, he coughed and said slowly: "Huh, don't underestimate this little guy. People can pick up millions at Panjiayuan's street stalls."

After that, he told the story about the few signed Yuan Datou coins that Lin Qian had picked up. Fortunately, Mr. Huang was not too stupid to tell the story about the picture of a lady, otherwise Lin Qian would be really afraid of this.

A group of old men will be so excited that they faint.

"Oh, so it's him you're talking about, so you brought him here today just to show him the copper coin that Lao Fang has?"

"That's right, you guys can't figure it out, so I'll try to call him over and have a look."

After hearing Mr. Huang's words, people around him slowly gathered around, ready to watch the fun.

"Come on, Lao Fang, take out the things and let Lin Qian take a look. Maybe you can sell the things today." Huang Lao said loudly.

As soon as Mr. Huang finished speaking, an old man with silver hair in the crowd slowly walked out with a smile.

"Old Huang, let me say it first, the price is this price, 400,000, not a cent, and don't tell me to kill this young man."

When Lin Qian heard this, he showed a gentle smile and said: "Old man, don't worry, I understand the rules in the industry, please."

After saying that, Lin Qian gestured to the old man to put the things on the table.

To be honest, I am also very curious about what this copper coin with an asking price of 400,000 yuan is like.

Hearing Lin Qian's words, Mr. Fang nodded slightly, slowly took out a small cloth bag from his arms and placed it on an Eight Immortals table, then stepped aside and moved the position away.

"Please taste it."

Lin Qian took the white gloves handed over by Mr. Huang and put them on, then stepped forward and took out the copper coins wrapped in cloth, observing them carefully.

Although the prices for antiques are sky-high, most copper coins cost tens of thousands, so such an expensive price is still relatively small.

And if you can offer this price, why don’t you put it up for auction? This is unreasonable in every aspect.

Following Lin Qian's movements, more and more people were around.

The newly arrived people didn't know what was going on, so they started to inquire about the others. When they learned that a copper coin actually cost 400,000 yuan, they couldn't help but murmur.

After hearing some people's complaints, Mr. Fang couldn't help but blush. He quickly explained: "Don't say that my price is high. This is not the price I set. This thing was put on consignment by one of my customers.

, the price he offered is this, if you want to buy it, you can buy it. As for whether it can be sold, it has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, that's it."

"Damn it, what kind of copper coins are so valuable?"

Everyone discussed in a whirlwind manner.

Lin Qian ignored everyone's words and just observed the copper coins in his hands carefully.

He murmured: "Fengming Yuanbao?"

Hearing Lin Qian's whisper, Mr. Huang also intervened and said, "It's the word "Feng Ming" that troubles us old guys. Everyone said they had never heard of it, so I called you over."

Lin Qian did not use the detection function immediately, but carefully analyzed the knowledge he had recently learned.

"It seems that the copper coin itself is made of bronze, but judging from the rust color, it should be from the early Tang Dynasty, but the four characters "Fengming Yuanbao" seem to be re-engraved."

"What does it mean to change the engraving?"

At this time someone asked.

"Re-engraving means that the coin itself is correct, but the words on it have been changed by later generations. It is a bit like counterfeiting antiques. This kind of ancient coins is the easiest to spot, and many collectors have made mistakes on it.

Somersault."

Lin Qian looked at the ingot, weighed it, and determined that the coin was old.

Generally speaking, Tongbao has an era number cast on it, such as Kaiyuan Tongbao, Guangxu Tongbao, etc. The age of the ancient coins can be determined based on the era number.

But the thing that gives everyone a headache is that it is obviously a treasure, but they don’t know which dynasty it comes from.

From the analysis of traces, it should be the Tang Dynasty.

But when did the Tang Dynasty have a dynasty called Fengming?

Lin Qian, who had seen the same thing, used a detection technique to pass over.
Chapter completed!