Song Xuan briefly explained the situation to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei was naturally happy to go and have a look. Firstly, it could help Mr. Song determine the good and bad luck of the objects. Secondly, she also wanted to find some suitable objects to use in the future.
Yang Zimei put the bronze mirror and the small iron tower in his schoolbag and followed Song Xuan out.
In the reception room, there sat a man who looked a bit like a deer with rat eyes. Although the clothes on his body still looked clean, he exuded an earthy and musty smell unique to tomb robbers. This long-term smell
The aura created by traveling through the ghost house cannot be concealed even with expensive perfume.
Yang Zimei looked at his face and saw that he had a low forehead, protruding brow bones, sparse eyebrows, protruding eyes, anxious eyes, narrow distance between eyebrows and eyes, protruding cheekbones, thin and uneven lips, and a thin and dry face.
There was still a vague coldness and evil aura on his body, indicating that he had already been burdened with several lives.
Seeing such a person, Yang Zimei naturally had no favorable impression.
The man saw Yang Zimei behind Song Xuan, who was like a fresh little lily, and his pair of small triangular eyes shone brightly, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva without concealing it.
Tomb robbers like them are always on the line between life and death. They may die in the tomb or be shot by the police.
Therefore, he has an abnormal greed for money, beauty and enjoyment.
Song Xuan stepped forward and blocked his view of Yang Zimei.
The man thought that business was more important. As soon as the batch of goods was released, they would sneak to Southeast Asia and there would be all kinds of beauties they wanted. Therefore, he withdrew his eyes from Yang Zimei.
"Are you Mr. Song?"
"Yeah." Song Xuan nodded lightly.
"I am Black Snake. Shan Ying introduced me to you to ship goods, saying that you are fair and honest." The visitor introduced me in a low voice.
Song Xuan pursed his lips slightly.
Whether it is selling or buying goods, it is a shady transaction. If it is not handled well, something will happen.
Song Xuan has done very little in this regard. He has only traded with one person, Shan Ying.
When the black snake saw Song Xuan being silent, he knew that he might not trust him, so he took out a small dark blue glass-like object from his pocket, which looked like an earring worn by a woman.
When Song Xuan saw the object, his eyes were filled with heat.
He has great enthusiasm and love for antiques.
Seeing that the thing in his hand had successfully seduced Song Xuan's heart, Black Snake smiled proudly and put the small object in his hand on the table, "This is just one of them."
Song Xuan looked at this dark blue glass earring carefully and saw that it was exquisitely made, about two centimeters long, with round ends and a thin middle, like a reduced waist drum. There were small holes at both ends through which silk threads passed.
, can be hung on the earlobe.
In the ancient poem "The Peacock Flies Southeast" that we are familiar with, there is a description of women in the Han Dynasty wearing earrings like this, "The waist is as smooth as silk, and the moonlight earrings are on the ears."
Such an earring is exactly the Mingyue Gong, a rare glass product from the Han Dynasty. It is very light and elegant. Looking at it, I unconsciously think of a figure wearing a white silk skirt and wearing a Mingyue Gong in one ear, walking with broken steps.
A graceful girl from the Han Dynasty.
Yang Zimei not only appreciates the craftsmanship and antique value of Mingyue Jue, but also mainly the aura on it.
Fortunately, there is no evil aura from the evil acupoint, and there is no auspicious aura either. It is just an ordinary antique, so Mr. Song can buy it with confidence.
[Sorry, because the Tencent website system crashed yesterday, I reposted the chapter. I will correct it now.]