Liu Zhixiang, who was in high spirits, originally thought of finding a treasure and coming to Chen Yang to show it, but he didn't expect that he would just throw it away. Is this guy jealous? Or maybe he is out of his mind.
Liu Zhixiang showed a puzzled expression and said: "I bought it for a thousand yuan. It is said that the market value can be sold for hundreds of thousands. How can I throw it away?"
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Chen Yang frowned and explained patiently: "There are two types of blood jade, one is natural blood jade; the other is man-made blood jade. Let me tell you first, natural blood jade..."
Natural blood jade refers to a kind of red jade produced in the snow-covered plateau of Tibet, called Gongjuemazhige, commonly known as plateau blood jade. It is named after its bright red color. There are very few records of this stone. In the Tang Dynasty
During the Tubo period, it was recorded and introduced in the gift list when Songtsen Gampo married Princess Wencheng. This kind of jade is very rare.
As for man-made blood jade, people talk about the color change of jade. It refers to jade that has been penetrated by blood. Whether it is jade, Khotanese, or topaz, etc., as long as it is really penetrated by blood, it is
Blood jade. The formation of this kind of blood jade is related to the corpse. When a person is buried, a jade object used as a holding jade is forcibly stuffed into the mouth. If the person has just died and swallowed it in one breath, the jade is stuffed into the mouth.
It will fall into the throat with the air and enter the dense blood vessels. After being left for thousands of years, it will be soaked with dead blood, and the blood threads will reach the heart of the jade, and a gorgeous blood jade will be formed.
When Liu Zhixiang listened to Chen Yang's story, he was filled with horror and asked: "You mean, my jade ring is artificial blood jade? How did you tell that?"
Chen Yang was slightly startled and thought to himself, the difference between man-made blood jade and natural blood jade is generally invisible to the naked eye. He could see it through his clairvoyance. But he couldn't tell this matter directly, so he said mysteriously: "
This needs to be kept secret. If you believe me, throw it away or sell it immediately. If you don't believe it, just take it back and keep it. You will be in trouble soon."
"No way? Do you still know how to read faces?"
Liu Zhixiang picked up the jade ring from the table, weighed it in his hand, and asked: "If it is natural blood jade, how much do you think it is worth?"
Although Chen Yang didn't study antique jade very much, he used to have nothing to do in the mountains and read the master's treasure appraisal books, so he also knew some knowledge in this area. So, he said: "A Canton Fair five years ago
At the antique jade exhibition, a jade ring like yours sold for 180,000 yuan."
"Then if that's the case, wouldn't it be that I've made a fortune..."
Liu Zhixiang discussed with Chen Yang for a while, then returned to the consulting room with the jade ring and thought, this guy can't read faces, so what he said may not be accurate. However, if this jade ring is really artificial blood jade, it is indeed not accurate.
So Geely. After work, go to the antique market and sell it if the price is right.
After getting off work at noon, Chen Yang first called Liu Zheng, and then rode a battery car to the jurisdiction of the urban public security bureau, thinking of doing something to get him detained for a few days, so that he could meet Wu Fei.
That turtle grandson.
The bicycle came to a crossroads and stopped. He looked around and saw that there were many vehicles and pedestrians coming and going, but they were all people who were running for a living. They didn't look like bad people and couldn't cause trouble with them.
While Chen Yang was waiting for the opportunity, two shirtless young men with dragons and tigers tattooed on their arms came towards them. They had yellow hair and big gold chains hanging around their necks. They looked ferocious and did not look like good people at first glance.
Isn’t this the target? Chen Yang rode over to meet them. Although men with tattoos are not necessarily gangsters, they have one thing in common: decent people, honest people don’t know how to get tattoos. Therefore, tattoos
Otherwise, it is very likely that they are local hooligans. To cause trouble, you have to deal with people like them.
When Chen Yang rode his bicycle crookedly past two tattooed men, he deliberately twisted the handlebar and touched one of the fat black men.
"Yes, sorry."
Chen Yang smiled and apologized to the fat man again and again.
"Are you fucking blind? You don't ride on such a wide road, but you hit me instead?"
The fat black man cursed and punched Chen Yang on the head.
Seeing this, another young man raised his foot and kicked Chen Yang in the chest.
It seemed that these two targets had found the right target. Chen Yang's face darkened as he dodged their attacks and knocked them to the ground with his backhand.
Chen Yang stopped his hand and squatted aside, waiting for passers-by to call the police and the police to arrest him. But the fat black man refused to admit defeat and kept cursing at Chen Yang.
Damn it! You still refuse to admit defeat, do you? Chen Yang walked over and grabbed the fat black man’s hair, and banged the hard ground a few times.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
The fat black man screamed in pain like he was killing a pig, and blood spat out from his mouth along with two teeth.
Another accomplice didn't expect Chen Yang to be so capable of beating. His face turned pale with fright, he curled up on the ground with his head bent, and he didn't dare to fart.
It wasn't until the fat black man begged for mercy after he knocked him down that Chen Yang withdrew his hands and squatted aside, hoping that passers-by would call the police and take him away. However, a quarter of an hour later, the police still didn't come.
So, he shouted to the onlookers: "Call the police, I hit someone and injured them."
At this time, several onlookers came over and surrounded Chen Yang and whispered: "Young man, you fought well. These two are gangsters here. They drink and make trouble all day long. The people in our neighborhood hate them!"
Got through them both."
Another old man with gray hair said: "Young man, it's too late for us to thank you? How could we call the police? You should leave quickly."
When Chen Yang heard this, he understood in his heart that these two bastards had long been hated by the people nearby. Chen Yang stood up and was about to leave on his bike, but then he thought about what he was doing here.
So, he stopped the car and handed the phone to the fat man with a black face, and said: "Here, you call the police and say you were beaten."
How dare the black-faced fat man dare? He shook his head like a rattle and said, "I don't dare, I don't dare, brother, let's go. I touched my face on my own and it has nothing to do with you at all."
"Bang!" Chen Yang kicked him on the head and said fiercely: "Male Gobi, just call the police if you are told. There is so much nonsense."
The fat man with a black face raised his swollen face like a pig's head, glanced at Chen Yang with a puzzled look, picked up the phone tremblingly, and dialed 110...
In less than five minutes, the police came and took the three of them into the city bureau.
The next day, Zeng Daya released Chen Yang from the police station on bail. That night, news came out from the detention center that Wu Fei suddenly suffered facial paralysis, a crooked mouth, incontinence, and weakness on the left side of his body. After diagnosis by a doctor,
For cerebral thrombosis.
At this point, the social big brother who has been running rampant in Anhai City for nearly twenty years has come to an end. What awaits him will be lying in bed all year round, waiting for death.
That night, on the way home, Zeng Daya, who was driving the car, asked: "Yangzi, there are only two of us in the car now. Tell the truth. Is Wu Fei's sudden cerebral thrombosis your fault?"
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "Sister, I don't have that ability. I can only treat people."
The night breeze was blowing, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening when the two of them got home. When Chen Yang got out of the car, he heard the "coo" of pigeons not far away.
Following the sound, Chen Yang saw pigeons on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Could it be that the master had sent another message from the flying pigeon?