Six hundred and seventieth chapters hidden dagger in the sword
Carl Smith's idea is very simple. Since he can't stop Xue Chen from picking an item in his antique warehouse, he can only minimize the loss, so he came up with a five-minute rule. He is confident that Xue Chen is a master.
It is impossible for a professional antique appraiser to accidentally select the best of them in such a short period of time.
After Xue Chen walked into the closed warehouse, he did not impatiently rummage through the boxes and cabinets in search of valuable antiques as Carl Smith and Zhan Huafeng thought. He just stood in the center of the warehouse and glanced around constantly.
In the eyes of others, all the antiques were tightly kept in boxes, but in Xue Chen's eyes, they were all presented to him without any hindrance.
Exquisite porcelain, Chinese and Western paintings, ancient coins... The antiques stored in hundreds of boxes cover almost all types. Only unexpected ones can be found. As expected, half of them were lost from the country.
He couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Um?"
Seeing Xue Chen standing in the middle of the warehouse, not even searching immediately, but standing there "in a daze", Carl Smith frowned suspiciously, a little confused as to what Xue Chen was doing.
Zhan Huafeng coughed lightly and reminded: "Xue Chen, you only have five minutes..."
Xue Chen agreed softly, gathered his thoughts, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. He quickly looked through each box, and quickly determined the origin and approximate value of the antiques stored in the boxes.
It took Xue Chen three minutes to browse through all the hundreds of antiques. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Carl Smith's collection was so rich and truly priceless.
Xue Chen narrowed his eyes, turned around and said, "Mr. Smith, can I take away any antique I pick?"
When Carl Smith hesitated for a moment, Zhan Huafeng looked serious and said in an unquestionable voice: "That's natural. I don't think Carl will break the contract. Xue Chen, this is what you deserve. You just have to choose. I guarantee you."
I can definitely take it away!”
Hearing Zhan Huafeng's implicit decisive words, Carl Smith's eyelids twitched, and he had to bite the bullet and said: "Yes, you can take any of them away." He didn't believe that Xue Chen could really pick out a few of them.
Treasure.
After hearing what the two said, Xue Chen nodded, walked to a shelf nearby, and directly picked up a box labeled No. 77 on the shelf.
The box was made of stainless steel alloy and was in the shape of a long strip. It was not locked and had only one button to close it. Xue Chen did not open it, but carried the box directly to the door and said to Carl Smith: "Mr. Smith, you don't mind.
Give me the box too."
Carl Smith was stunned. Unexpectedly, Xue Chen did not open the box and check them one by one. Instead, he just picked one up and selected it: "Of course, of course, the box is given to you as well."
Zhan Huafeng also looked at Xue Chen strangely, not understanding Xue Chen's purpose of doing this. Although five minutes was a little shorter, the chance of picking an antique with a higher value was more likely to be found by searching through the box than by randomly picking up an antique.
big.
"Thank you." Xue Chen looked at Zhan Huafeng and signaled that Zhan Huafeng could leave.
Zhan Huafeng put all his questions aside for the time being and said to Carl Smith: "Mr. Smith, I can treat today's incident as if nothing happened. In the future, we can still sit together and drink coffee and say goodbye."
Zhan Huafeng, Xue Chen and Zong Yu went downstairs.
Zong Yu also wanted his pistol back.
After Carl Smith watched Xue Chen and the others leave, he hurried back upstairs and looked at the number of boxes that Xue Chen had taken away.
"No. 77..."
Because he may not have opened and checked the antiques in the warehouse for a long time, he couldn't remember what was in box No. 77 for a while, but he had records and kept records.
He returned to his study, found a small booklet like an account book from the drawer, and quickly flipped through it.
"Number seventy-seven is..."
After seeing the antiques stored in box No. 77, Carl Smith's face became much more relaxed.
"An ancient sword from the early Ming Dynasty, valued at one hundred thousand U.S. dollars."
"Fortunately, okay, it turns out to be this ancient sword."
Carl Smith vaguely remembered the ancient sword, which was already stained with rust. It was an object that he didn't like very much, so when he saw that Xue Chen had the misfortune to take away the ancient sword instead of others, it didn't matter at all.
I don't feel bad, I feel very relieved.
In the Mercedes-Benz, Zhan Huafeng and Xue Chen were sitting in the back row. He glanced at the metal box Xue Chen put on his legs. Zhan Huafeng was a little curious. Xue Chen had never opened the box since he chose it. Could it be that he
He just didn't want to know what antiques were in the box, and even he was a little curious.
"Xue Chen, why don't you open it and take a look?" Zhan Huafeng couldn't help but say, and sighed softly, "You should choose carefully, it's better than just picking up one at random. Maybe you find a fine product by chance."
The corner of Xue Chen's mouth curled up, and he thought to himself, who said he didn't choose carefully? The one he held in his hand was the one he was most optimistic about. Maybe the harvest would be greater than he expected.
Seeing the curiosity in Zhan Huafeng's eyes, he opened the button of the alloy box in his hand, only to see a rusty ancient sword inside. The sword was one meter and a half long and very thick, as big as an adult's palm.
It's thick, but it doesn't have a scabbard, so it seems to be in ordinary condition.
Zhan Huafeng, who didn't know much about antiques, couldn't help but frown when he saw the sick ancient sword. He realized that this ancient sword shouldn't be very valuable, but he still asked: "Xue Chen, how about this ancient sword?"
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Xue Chen stretched out his hand and gently stroked the mottled surface of the ancient sword, and said: "Looking at the style and craftsmanship, it should be from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties."
"What's the value?" Zhan Huafeng asked.
"The quality is slightly different, so it shouldn't cost more than 100,000 US dollars." Xue Chen said calmly.
Zhan Huafeng didn't say anything, but he felt a little regretful. It was less than 100,000 US dollars, which was too cheap. Needless to say, it must be an ordinary collection in the warehouse, but he didn't say anything because he didn't want to embarrass Xue Chen.
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Xue Chen didn't think so much at all. He looked at the ancient sword in his hand with extremely hot eyes. After taking a breath, he grabbed the sword body with one hand and the hilt with the other hand, and twisted it vigorously.
"Xue Chen, what are you doing?" Zhan Huafeng asked in confusion when he saw Xue Chen's strange movements.
squeak.
As Xue Chen twisted, a very sour sound came out between the sword body and hilt, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
"Huh? This is..." Seeing Xue Chen twisting the hilt of the sword like a door lock, Zhan Huafeng was stunned for a moment, quickly realized the meaning of Xue Chen's action, and blurted out, "Does this sword still have
Other mysteries?”
He twisted the sword hilt hard twice, and bits of iron filings kept falling down. Xue Chen pulled out harder, and the sword hilt was forcefully pulled off.
Zhan Huafeng looked sideways, and when he saw that the hilt and the sword body were separated, and that the sword body seemed to be hollow, the expression on his face suddenly changed and became incredible.
Tsk.
Xue Chen reached in with two fingers and pinched the exposed joint between the sword hilt and the sword body, and pulled outward with force. Suddenly, another sword was pulled out from the sandwich.
"This..." Zhan Huafeng was stunned.
And Zong Yu, who had been observing the back row with the rearview mirror, also exclaimed: "There is a sword inside the sword body? What is going on?"
Tsk la la.
Xue Chen's eyes were filled with excitement as he completely pulled out a sword from the ancient sword's body and held it in his hand.
Since this sword is hidden in another ancient sword, it is naturally much smaller in size, just over a foot long. It can even be said to be a dagger!
This dagger is obviously not an ordinary thing, but it cannot withstand the test of time. The blade that may once have been as shining as autumn water has left specks of rust, but it still cannot hide the extraordinary nature of this dagger.
Zhan Huafeng looked closely and saw traces like fish scales on the edge of the dagger. It looked very neat and gave people an indescribable sharp feeling. When people looked at this dagger, they subconsciously felt...
I felt that this dagger must be a killing weapon.
Xue Chen knew very well that the fish scale pattern was an extremely sophisticated forging method in ancient times, which could be used on swords. It was called fish scale steel. It was a high-end technology that only true casting masters could master. It is now popular in the world.
This forging technique was used in some famous swords, but it has been lost now.
Xue Chen stroked the surface of the dagger with his hand, his eyes shining with a look of satisfaction.
Zhan Huafeng was confused and full of questions. Obviously, through his actions just now, Xue Chen might have known that the box contained an ancient sword, and also knew that there was a dagger hidden in the ancient sword. This...
Seeing Xue Chen playing with the dagger, Zhan Huafeng couldn't help but ask: "Xue Chen, what's going on?"
"Huh? Mr. Zhan, what's wrong?" Xue Chen asked.
"How did you know that there was a dagger hidden in the ancient sword?" Zhan Huafeng looked incredulous and couldn't figure out this question.
Xue Chen smiled and gave an answer: "I can tell."
At that time, his eyes quickly scanned each box, looking through it to select the exquisite items. When he first saw this ancient sword, he didn't pay much attention to it, because he had previously owned it in the hands of another collector in Haicheng City.
I have seen an identical ancient sword here, and its value is very average.
But when he saw it for the second time, with his sharp thinking, he discovered something was wrong. Although the two swords looked exactly the same at first glance, the blade of this sword was thicker?
He keenly grasped this small difference, and because of this, he gradually discovered the hidden tricks of this ancient sword. It turned out to be a dagger hidden in the sword! (To be continued)