Long Zhuiyue bared his teeth and smiled, "You guys are busy with your business, Mr. Song, I'll help you identify the antiques."
"Well done!"
Song Xuan was quite reassured about Long Zhuiyue's appraisal level.
He was a direct disciple of Guan Feng, and his level would definitely not be that low.
After Yang Zimei performed acupuncture on Song Xuan, he came out and saw Long Zhuiyue holding a porcelain bowl in a daze.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Zimei walked over, took the porcelain bowl in his hand, looked at it, and asked puzzledly, "There is nothing special about this thing, and it is not an antique."
"I know."
Long Zhuiyue took the porcelain bowl over, "This is the porcelain bowl I made myself!"
“Nice workmanship!”
Yang Zimei said appreciatively, "You can almost mistake the fake for the real."
"This is not a problem. The problem is that this porcelain bowl was obviously placed in the cave where my master and I lived together. It is my face that usually serves rice. I don't understand how it ended up in the hands of the vendor."
Long Zhuiyue's brown eyes suddenly sank, and Huo stood up, "No, I want to go back to my cave to see if anyone has sneaked in! That's my and my master's place, and no one is allowed to enter.
One step. Sister-in-law, I have to leave, please contact me when you have time. My brother is back, please remember to call me."
After saying that, her figure flashed and quickly disappeared from sight.
Looking at her hurried back, Yang Zimei shook his head helplessly.
This dragon chasing the moon is just like the dragon chasing the sky. Both are dragons that see the beginning but not the end. They come and go in a hurry.
No one believed them if they said they were not two brothers and sisters.
Song Xuan came out after recuperating, saw that Long Zhuiyue was not there, and asked her where she had gone.
Yang Zimei did not tell him the truth, only that she went to find the master.
"Mr. Song, do you have any photos or information about Teacher Feng?"
Thinking that Guan Feng was someone who had entered the Zhouxi Ancient Tomb, and that he actually had a very impressive identity, Yang Zimei was naturally very interested in him.
"Well, there will be photos from academic research a few years ago, just wait."
Song Xuan went into the room and took out a color picture album, opened the first page, pointed at one of the figures and said, "This is Teacher Guan Feng."
Yang Zimei looked at Guan Feng carefully and found that he looked a bit similar to his master, except that his hair and beard were different.
Master Yuqing has a fairy-like appearance, while Guan Feng is a bit ruffian, with completely different temperaments, but the outlines are still somewhat similar.
"Mr. Song, do you know Teacher Guan's birthday and horoscope?"
Yang Zimei asked Song Xuan.
Song Xuan shook his head, "Teacher Guan's age has always been a mystery in the archaeological community. Some people speculate that he should be over a hundred years old, while others say he is only in his sixties."
"At least a hundred years old."
Yang Zimei is good at fortune-telling. No matter how well a person takes care of himself or how young he looks, he cannot escape her eyes.
It's a pity that the real person is not standing in front of him, so there is no way to know his information for sure.
However, what is certain is that he has a certain relationship with his master.
If there is a chance, she would also like to meet him.
After coming out of Mo Xuan, Yang Zimei walked across Brunei Street to the parking lot, opened the car door, and was shocked to find someone sitting in the back seat of the car.
This person turned out to be the mysterious old woman who forced the star diamond to her.
"Grandma, how did you get into the car?"
Yang Zimei asked extremely depressed.
"You opened the car door and came in."
The old lady looked at her and said, "Don't ask any questions yet. Just drive to the river in the eastern suburbs. I have something to tell you."