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Chapter 1966

Late at night, next to the reservoir, inside the red brick house.

The ruffian tugged hard and found that I was holding on to the bag and wouldn't let go. He immediately frowned and asked, "What's wrong, brother, didn't we agree on a price? Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other!"

I pulled the bag back and said with a smile: "Don't worry, brother! I just want to take a look at the goods."

"Didn't you just look at it? What else are you looking at? You collectors of antiques don't even have this kind of vision?!"

"I've checked it out. There should be nothing wrong with it. I just want to make sure."

"Fuck, you're so ink-stained! Look, look, look!"

After receiving the permission, I immediately turned up the brightness of the flashlight and looked more carefully.

This silver jade pot spring bottle is one of those things that have been around for a long time. Many experts say that the coating is moist and moist, and the decorative features are all nonsense in my opinion. Are the features that experts know not known by the masters of counterfeiting?

When I look at something, I can often feel the "charm" exuding from it at a glance. It is as old as it is old and as new as it is new. The charm that comes with old items can only be felt.

It's indescribable, you can feel it after looking at tens of thousands of old things.

No problem...it seems that I am really paranoid.

Wait...something's wrong!

Suddenly! I noticed something wrong with the four words "Ci Shou Yong Ning" on the silver bottle!

A possibility came to mind, and I quickly raised the bottle and looked at it under the light.

"What a damn thing...it was so dangerous! I almost capsized in the ditch! This is a huge landmine that was planted by several people!"

I calmly put the bottle back to its place, and then immediately said: "Brother, I confirmed that the item is fine, but I think the price is a bit high. Can't you pay 200,000?"

Then I was kicked out directly.

The ruffian was still holding a cigarette in his mouth and said: "Brother, if we don't have money, don't pretend to be the boss! Just take a closer look!"

Seeing me coming out, Li Yang ran over to me anxiously and asked: "What's wrong? We haven't reached an agreement?"

I returned his money to him, shook my head and said: "I just suddenly realized that we basically can't make much profit at this price. Don't wait patiently for the next item."

Li Yang said "Oh" with a smile on his face and said "Okay."

I looked at him and thought to myself: "If you don't go to Hengdian to be an actor, you are really wasting your talent. If you team up with these famous local villagers and ruffians to set up a trap, you will really kill people!"

This kind of game is called "laying landmines" in the industry. The reason why I almost fell for it was because the acting skills of their group were too realistic, and secondly because the bottle was so well made that it almost gave me a blind eye!

Or I think it is more appropriate to call it mine laying. Those of us who come to see the goods are the fish. If the fish touches the mine, it will be blown to death.

The bottle I saw fished out of the reservoir is not new. It is a plain silver bottle from the late Liao Dynasty! You can see a lot of these bottles in Inner Mongolia! They were used to keep warm by the herdsmen who lived in yurts.

For milk!

The price is outrageous, 40,000 yuan each!

This time, the price difference is huge!

Therefore, the words "Ci Shou Yong Ning" were engraved on this old bottle by someone later! The person who carved the words had a certain degree of research on the calligraphy of the Song Dynasty. Most people can't see it, but I am not an ordinary person.

The biggest flaw of this thing is that the vertical edge of the word "Ning" is probably less than a centimeter long and has not been melted! If it was really old carving, the knife mark would have been completely erased over the years.

Already.

"It's so late, where are you going, brother?"

"Oh, I'm going to do something, I'll be right back!"

After starting the pickup truck, Xiaoxuan asked me curiously why I didn’t buy it?

I whispered: "Don't ask any more questions, let's leave quickly."

It may be true that cultural relics from the Song Dynasty were found in the Daming Reservoir, but it was definitely not in the water area in front of me! Whether other antique dealers, including the cheongsam girl, who wanted to pick up the leaks stepped on landmines, it has nothing to do with me.

, I will definitely not say it out loud! Because I know very well the seriousness of blocking other people’s way of making money.

After driving for more than ten minutes, I was relieved when I saw that no one was following me.

"Yunfeng, is there something wrong with something?" Xiaoxuan asked curiously.

I nodded.

Xiaoxuan asked again: "But we saw that thing coming out of the water with our own eyes."

"Haha," I said with a smile while driving: "They threw the things into the reservoir in advance and waited for us antique collectors to fish them out in front of us. In this way, to a certain extent, they dissuaded us.

The defensiveness of these people makes me a little confused as to who is the mastermind behind this situation."

Xiaoxuan immediately said: "Could it be that Li Yang? I have long felt that there is something wrong with this person. We don't know him. Why should he be so kind as to guide us along the way?"

I frowned and said, "No... Li Yang was involved, but I don't feel like he was the mastermind."

I have a feeling that maybe I was recognized by someone the day I arrived in Handan, and then this person sent Li Yang to get close to me deliberately, which eventually led me here.

"People are so bad these days," Xiaoxuan leaned on the passenger seat and asked, "It's midnight, we are not familiar with the place, where are we going?"


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