Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 784 On the way back
In the auction records, there are very few such things.

Not to mention the cultural relics of Manichaeism, there are even very few unearthed in Youze. Generally, such things will only be bought if they think they have infinite value.

"You've stumped me, so let's sell it at the price you said."

Zhao Gang scratched his head helplessly.

"That's not okay, you see that you have scared away your competitors, and you know that it was once installed in it, so you must know something about it."

"Actually, I'm also curious, why don't you tell me?"

The middle-aged man said reluctantly.

They chatted openly at the auction, and the other guests did not have any dissatisfaction. Obviously, they all knew this kind of character of the middle-aged man.

Zhao Gang glanced at the three people sitting under the stage, all looked at him with smiles on their faces, even Qiu Xinghe nodded encouragingly to Zhao Gang.

At the moment, he could only bite the bullet and say.

"Then I'll show my shame. In fact, I don't know much. This Manichaeism, also known as Muniism, originated in ancient Persia and was introduced to the Western Regions of my country in the sixth to seventh centuries. There is a saying that King Ming was born. Worship Day In the first month, believers still wear white clothes, advocate vegetarianism and abstain from alcohol."

"The strangest custom among them is cremation. This is probably the earliest cremation on record. The believers are burned and sealed in pitch-black clay pots after death. I know very little, and I just guessed it by luck. "

"Ok."

Disappointment was evident in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

He looked at Zhao Gang again and again, and after confirming that he was not lying, he waved his hands helplessly.

"This thing is not worth much, you can take it. In fact, I will take it out just to see who understands it. Unexpectedly, there are so many best connoisseurs in Hao Jing, and no one knows the origin of this thing. "

Zhao Gang smiled wryly, and everyone in the audience had different expressions.

It's not that they are incompetent, but that this is a cultural vacancy. Where can I know these things?Existing materials are pieced together based on records in other classics.

"How can I not give money? Brother Xiao is too outrageous, I will give it for this little brother, a broken clay pot, how about giving you 1000 million?"

He Ruiduan said carelessly.

As an excellent connoisseur, he naturally saw the origin of this thing.But for this piece, he has no interest in collecting.

I heard He Ruiduan speak.

Xiao Wen unexpectedly looked at Zhao Gang twice, then bowed and said: "Of course, Elder He has already spoken, how dare I refuse."

Then he picked up the pot and gave it to Zhao Gang directly.

"Take it away, you can't take away my storage cabinet here. Remember to keep it well when you take it back, or it will change color soon."

Xiao Wen gave a few instructions.

It seemed that what was given was not a clay pot worth 1000 million, but a worthless broken pot.

Sighing at the waywardness of the rich kids, Zhao Gang sat back on his seat holding the pot.

Not forgetting to turn to thank He Ruiduan, the latter just waved his hand casually, and then put that hand back on the pretty woman in his arms.

Even if Zhao Gang is interested in the next item, he is too embarrassed to buy it again.

In particular, the last piece was an important artifact from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, a three-legged bronze cauldron, which set off a frenzy in the audience, and was finally snapped up by He Ruiduan for 3 million yuan.

The unit of [-] million appeared, Zhao Gang wiped off the cold sweat that did not exist on his head.

Tell yourself to be promising, calm down!
After the auction was over, He Ruiduan bid farewell to everyone at the door, and went to the hotel with his arms around the beautiful woman's waist, to see if he planned to leave.

"I'm really envious of He Lao's body, he can indulge himself in his seventies and eighties."

Qiu Xinghe smiled wryly.

He is also an old man, he has already felt the fatigue of his body, so how dare he touch this romantic thing again.Don't say you're not interested, even if you are, it's powerless.

Zhao Gang was also surprised in his heart.

Qiu Xinghe looked at the time, it was still early, and immediately decided to go home.

Is my matter settled like that?

Zhao Gang's eyes widened, and the smoothness was unbelievable. He didn't say anything to Pan Sanchen, he just apologized a few words, and everything was over.

Until the car, drove to the airport.

He was still holding the clay pot that he had bought at auction, a little lost in thought.

"Uncle Qiu, is my matter really resolved?"

Zhao Gang couldn't help asking.

For Qiu Wei, although he was sober, the subconscious sense of trust had increased a lot.

"Well, it's solved on the surface, but..."

"Before you have enough strength, try not to come to Haojing alone, and even if you come, avoid Pan Sanchen. He seems generous, but in fact he has a very small mind. This time, the main reason is that Mr. Qiu also came to him. Not good."

"Originally I was the only one who came to this kind of gathering every year, and he would definitely embarrass you in front of everyone. But this time, because of old Mr. He Ruiduan, the boss also came here."

There were only seven of them in the car on the return journey, and Qiu Wei had no scruples about what he said.

"Well, Pan Sanchen is not a good kid."

Qiu Xinghe also spoke, not forgetting to warn.

"I can solve it for you once, but it doesn't mean I can solve it more times. Take care of yourself, young man, before doing something impulsive, take three seconds to think about the consequences."

Listen to the warning in Qiu Xinghe's words.

Zhao Gang nodded repeatedly, but thought secretly in his heart.

The crisis is imminent, and life and death can be decided in a second. In the final analysis, it is just that I am not strong.

Qiu Wei spoke again.

"I originally wanted to stay here for two more days, but Boss Qiu has something important to go back, so we can't stay long. I will bring you here next time when I have a chance to see more of the antiques in Haojing."

Zhao Gang nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help but look down at the pot.

Seeing this, his pupils suddenly narrowed, filled with panic, but fortunately, with his head down, Qiu Xinghe was chatting with Qiu Wei again, and no one noticed him.

After finally controlling himself to look calm, Zhao Gang raised his head, his lips trembling slightly.

What did he see?
I even wanted to hit myself to see if it was a dream.

In the innermost part of the clay pot, in an extremely inconspicuous place.

A little bit of the white cross carved out with a knife was mixed under the remaining ashes, because Zhao Gang was holding it sideways, so he saw the white cross.

The word "Hao" is written in Tuhuoluo script on it.

Zhao Gang has been working hard to control his emotions all the way, and to control himself not to look too much into the clay pot.

Fortunately, Qiu Xinghe and Qiu Wei didn't find anything wrong with Zhao Gang either.

The two chatted happily along the way, so that Zhao Gang would follow them around the South China political and legal circles in the future.

Zhao Gang promised again and again, thinking that there was still a month left before he left, and he would find another opportunity to make side-talk after he went back.

See if the two bigwigs know about big projects.

At ten o'clock in the evening, I returned to Linshui.

Zhao Gang refused again and again, and was embarrassed to ask a few people to take him back home. It was estimated that the employees hired at home were about to rest, so he took a taxi home by himself.

(End of this chapter)