After hearing Zhang's judgment, Chu Heng was speechless. He smiled, took a mouthful of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. While eating, he retorted: "No, Master Zhang, you concluded that something is fake just based on its weight."
, isn’t it a little too hasty? What if a little more material was added when this sword was made?”
As for Zhang's ability to feel the weight of something with just one glance, it's not surprising to him at all.
At this time, many units are emphasizing accuracy, so there are not many people with this ability. They have a lot of food, for example, Aunt Sun, she had this ability many years ago, but later
Because I am busy eating melons and having babies, my skills are a little rusty.
"Have all the books your kid read gone into the dog's belly?"
Zhang glanced at him sideways with a look of disgust, crossed his legs, raised his finger to point to the empty wine glass on the table, and lifted up the shelf.
"Can't you just tell me how to turn around? You have to give me a few words to show how much skill I have." Chu Heng rolled his eyes, picked up the wine bottle and poured him a full glass, and then handed him a drink by inferring what he had learned.
The cigarette is lit.
Quite on the road!
"Well, not bad." Zhang took a satisfied look and puffed on his cigarette, drank another glass of wine, ate some meat, and then said with a smile: "You kid, don't be dissatisfied or angry here. Saying that you are ignorant and incompetent, that's really
I’m not humiliating you at all!”
"Do you think this bronze is the lid of your pot? You can do whatever you want with it?"
"This thing has a very strict process. From the proportion of materials, to the size, to the weight, and even the decoration, if there is even a slight difference, the craftsman will easily lose his head, let alone such a huge difference!
"
"..."
Hearing this, Chu Heng rolled his eyes, picked up the wine glass and touched it to Zhang Yi. After drinking it thoughtfully, he retorted again: "What you said does make some sense, but it's not very true.
Stand still, what if, what if someone specifically added materials to this sword when it was first made?"
"Moreover, you also said before that if this sword is really fake, then the person who made the fake must be a master. How could he ignore such an obvious mistake?"
"That's why I said 80%!"
Zhang glanced and slowly handed the bronze sword back to him, and the old god said calmly: "Do you remember that I told you that you must be careful when dealing with antiques? If there is even the slightest problem with it, even if it is a genius,
It’s cheap, so we won’t touch it!”
"whispering sound!"
Chu Heng curled his lips and continued to pour the wine while muttering: "I've been talking for a long time, but I still don't have any real evidence?"
"Hey, are you sincerely looking for trouble today?" Zhang glared angrily and stopped drinking. He put down his chopsticks and picked up the large bronze plate he brought, holding it in his hand and looking at it.
Then he said in surprise: "Huh? This plate..."
As he spoke, he quickly stood up, ran under the lamp again, and looked at it carefully.
Chu Heng glanced at it, then drank his own wine with a smile, feeling extremely beautiful.
The reason Zhang gave at a glance was too far-fetched. Even if he said a thousand words today, he didn't see the real problem, so the batch of things in this grandson's hands have become treasures!
That's how it went for a while.
Zhang Yiyan suddenly walked over with a dark face, threw the bronze plate at Chu Heng's feet with a bang, and asked angrily: "Did you, my dear, already know that these two things are fake?"
"Ouch!"
Chu Heng was so frightened that his liver was trembling. He hurriedly picked up the plate, looked at it again and again, touched the broken spot with a distressed look on his face, and glared: "Is there something wrong with you? If it really breaks, I will
I’m not done with you!”
"It's just a fake, so what if it's broken?" Zhang glanced at it and snorted, picked up the wine glass and took a deep sip.
"Why is it fake again?" Chu Heng rolled his eyes.
"Are you still pretending like this? You won't cry even if you don't see the coffin?" Zhang glanced at him sideways, pointed at the plate in his hand, and said angrily: "This plate is from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and it weighs a penny.
Three points, that sword is from the Warring States period and is five points heavier. Moreover, judging from the casting techniques of these two objects, it is obvious that they were made by the same person. Don't tell me this is a coincidence?"
"Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe this person has a long life?" Chu Heng joked with a smile.
"Go, go, go!"
Zhang already got the answer from his appearance at a glance, so he asked curiously: "Okay, tell me quickly, where did you get these two things?"
"Where else could it be, Dacheng?" Chu Heng shrugged, without hiding anything from him. He picked up his chopsticks and while eating and drinking, he briefly told him his experience in Dacheng.
"Your surname is Bao?" After hearing this, Zhang frowned, thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I have never heard anyone say that there is such a famous person in the industry."
"How fresh!" Chu Heng looked at him speechlessly and looked at the plate in his hand: "He is a faker. He is a fool to get a reputation. He doesn't want to be around anymore?"
"That's right." Zhang smiled and nodded, then glanced at him and asked, "Let me tell you, your kid is so precious about that plate, are you holding something back?"
"It's nothing. I treasure this one because it's good craftsmanship and has research value. It has no other meaning."
Chu Heng shook his head with a smile and said, "Besides, this thing isn't worth much now, so what can I do to hold it back?"
"I don't think so." Zhang sneered at first glance, obviously not believing it. However, since they didn't tell him, he didn't ask too much about it. As soon as the topic changed, he chatted with Chu Heng about the batch of calligraphy and paintings.
The two of them just ate and chatted until half past two, when Chu Heng left. Before leaving, he also took a porcelain vase from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty.
"Go back, don't send me away!"
In front of the door, a slightly tipsy Chu Heng rushed out to greet him with a quick glance and waved his hand, swung his long legs onto his bicycle, and wandered away humming a tune in a good mood.
In the darkness, from time to time, you can hear a few strange laughs of "hehehehe" from Ya's mouth.
Just like a night owl in spring, I don’t know who I’m chasing!
…
The next day.
As usual, Chu Heng sent his wife to work first, then ate some melon with Aunt Sun and the others before going to the grain management office.
There were more workers bringing firewood today, and almost all of them had dark faces and full of resentment.
These people have been taking advantage of the company since they started working. They either order paper today or order ink tomorrow. Now it's them who help with the money. Who can feel better?
Kant was neither deaf nor blind, so he was naturally aware of the emotions of his employees.
At this time, he was standing in front of the window looking at the complaining employees gathered together downstairs, his face gloomy.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
Just at this moment, the leaf-like man drove over in that cool Volga.
Kant stared at the tall figure getting out of the car, and his heart suddenly moved, thinking of the situation of this guy in the house.
This girl is always late and leaves early, and disappears from time to time. The two departments under her opponent are managed in a sheep-herding mode. Except for some decisive issues, everything else is basically ignored.
But why is no one making irresponsible remarks?
It’s not as good as the three fires when I first came here!
So, do I have to light a fire to silence these people?
