Chen Yang showed a cheerful look, pulled Tang Zhiyi away, and said rudely: "Then drive away and don't touch our money."
"What?
What money?”
Tang Zhiyi was pulled away with a confused look on his face.
He looked down and saw at his feet only the pile of rags that Andrew had taken out of his travel bag.
"Could it be?"
Tang Zhiyi felt a strong sense of foreboding in his heart, grabbed Andrew and asked:
"Andrew, that bottle of yours, is it really what you said your old man took away from Tianjin when he came to China to fight?"
Andrew looked like he was crying, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and sighed sadly: "Why didn't I think of that? I didn't think of that..."
Professor Lu, Wang Zhilong and other knowledgeable people sighed even more, but the things they sighed were different.
They were sighing. The master who perfectly concealed the gold-mounted Chilong bowl into the Yongzheng pastel lady-patterned vase, and the magnificent stories surrounding such a national treasure must have happened at that time.
Those who robbed the national treasure, those who protected the national treasure, then went through all kinds of hidden things, spent hundreds of years in the dust, and finally recovered their true appearance and returned to the motherland.
This legendary story is regrettable, but no one can rediscover it from the dust of history.
Tang Zhiyi didn't care about this. He grabbed the helpless Andrew and asked, "What about these rags? Are they also from your family?"
When he asked this question, Tang Zhiyi was very nervous. Although it looked like tatters, what if it happened?
If there really is a treasure hidden inside, what did he just say? It has nothing to do with him!
It was originally a package deal, so forget it if the national treasure doesn't get any credit, he should have a share later, right?
Andrew glanced at the pile of things on the ground and shook his head like a rattle: "No, no. These are the rags from a warehouse auction that I participated in when I came out of the United States."
"Huh~"
Tang Zhiyi took a deep breath and relaxed, not worrying about being slapped in the face, but immediately turned red again.
He strode up to Chen Yang and said angrily: "Are you kidding me?"
Chen Yang didn't even raise his eyelids and said calmly: "Who has time to play with you?"
"Go away and stay out of the way."
Chen Yang moved the pot of used potion over again, carefully picked up the three broken table lamps, and soaked them in the potion.
Seeing this action, everyone was shocked.
Wang Qing walked to Professor Lu and Lin Beigong and respectfully asked for advice.
Professor Lu shook his head and said unabashedly: "Old man, I only know about Chinese treasures, not foreign things."
Lin Beigong rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Little girl, don't look at me. I am the chief appraiser in Greater China, not their European and American counterparts."
Liu Shize quietly asked Gao Bin a similar question and got similar answers.
Among the big antique dealers in China, there are very few who have researched on Western treasures. Even if they do, they are basically limited to treasures such as clocks that the West once paid tribute to the Central Plains Dynasty.
Tang Zhiyi was still not at ease after hearing the origin of the thing. Then he saw Professor Lu and others shaking their heads, thinking they had caught the flaw. Chen Yang sneered condescendingly:
"Okay, stop pretending, you loser is lucky enough. These are just a few broken lamps, and you still want to see the flowers."
"Didn't you hear? It was just found in a warehouse that no one wants. How can it be a good thing?"
Chen Yang didn't even raise his head and shouted back: "Who said there are no treasures in the auction warehouse?"
"Well, isn't this it?"
Chen Yang raised his hand, holding a newly cleaned desk lamp, and placed it on the low stool.
He ignored Tang Zhiyi who came over and invited Lin Beigong with a smile:
"Master Lin, is Guardian Auction House interested in Tiffany's table lamps?"