i can restore all antiques

Chapter 383 Authentic
Recently, Xiamu Gabu's life is really not going well.

Z District recently heard that some kind of tomb of the Tibetan king in Jinlun Temple was unearthed. As a descendant of the collateral lineage of the Tibetan king, the store is also restless all day long.

The ancestor of Xiamu Gabu was originally a Nepalese. Princess Wencheng entered Tibet thousands of years ago. King Songtsan Gampo of Tibet married a Han princess and a Nepalese princess.His ancestor was the dowry of a Nepalese princess.

Although they have lived in Zone Z for many generations, their Nepali traditions have never changed.The names are all Nepali names.

But the Tibetans couldn't remember his name. Seeing that he always wore the traditional Nepali white hat, they called him "Xiamu Gabu", which is "white hat" in Tibetan.Later, even the name of the antique shop he opened became "Xiamu Gabu".

Just as I was about to come out to relax, I saw the scene of Tang Sancai being sold in front of me.

"Girl, don't listen to his nonsense, he is an out-and-out Han Chinese." Xiamu Gabu strode forward, with a tower-like body directly between the two, and said to the girl in front of him, "Recently He dug up a batch of treasures of unknown age from that Jinlun Temple, and always pretended to be the descendants of the king of Tibet to buy and sell at high prices on this street, and many Han people have been deceived!"

Old Chen blushed a little, and argued: "Xiamu Gabu, if you don't manage your own antique shop well, what are you doing to spoil my business! Who said I'm a Han, and I can speak Tibetan so fluently, how could I be a Han?" ?”

"You always lie to your own compatriots and bring a bad name to us Tibetans!" Xiamu Gabu looked at the man in front of him with hatred and scolded.

Lao Chen has been in the business of reselling Wenwan for a long time. He has lived in Zone Z for most of his life and is fluent in Tibetan.Relying on the fact that I am a Han nationality, I have a good grasp of the mentality of the mainlanders. I will always claim that I am a descendant of the king of Tibet, give special stories to many worthless bottles, and do some business in reselling fakes.

A while ago, I don't know which gang I followed, and a batch of treasures came out from the tomb of Jinlun Temple, and they started to be active in Balang Street again.

Chen Bufei looked at the scene in front of him with some interest, but it wasn't because he liked to watch these parents gossip, it was because he found that the Tang Sancai in the hands of the skinny middle-aged man really exuded a strong breath of time.It is already the treasure with the strongest breath of time that I have seen in Langsai Antique City on Balang Street.

And at the waist of the middle-aged man, there is another object that exudes a denser breath of time.I can only barely see its vague shadow through perspective and treasure appraisal.

But the big middle-aged man didn't seem to be telling a lie at all, and the thin middle-aged man didn't even intend to refute, and even acquiesced.Which song is this sung?
"Uncle, do you think this uncle is selling fakes?" The bookish girl also had a look of surprise on her face, "But, but this bottle looks like an antique from the Tang Dynasty, that's right!"

She herself is a professor of archeology and has done extensive research on Tang Sancai.The porcelain in front of me has a standard antique appearance, no matter in terms of luster, color, or shape.Not at all fake.

Although she doesn't know much about Princess Wencheng's history, her own judgment cannot be fooled.

"Is it a fake, but it's definitely not as mysterious as he said!" Xia Mugabu grinned and asked Lao Chen, "You baby, you came out of Jinlun Temple, didn't you? ?”

Old Chen's face turned pale, and he insisted: "Even if I got out, so what! Jinlun Temple is buried with the king of Tibet, and everyone must be a treasure. This is a genuine Tang Sancai, and it cannot be faked!"

Xiamu Gabu shook his head and said with a light smile, "You, you will never get rid of the habit of making up stories. It doesn't matter whether this porcelain vase is real or not. If the story you made up is false, even if the vase is real, the price will be higher." How different is it?"

Xiamu Gabu has also been immersed in the antique business for many years, so he is naturally very clear that the most valuable thing about antiques is not their own value.But the historical story and meaning behind him.

Chen Bufei looked at the few people arguing in front of him, and a look of curiosity flashed in his eyes.He couldn't help but mutter: "That's interesting."

After saying that, he walked directly towards the field.

Xiamu Gabu and Lao Chen in the field refused to give in to each other, and no one noticed Chen Bufei approaching.Chen Bufei didn't speak either, he just reached out and picked up the porcelain bottle in front of him to play with.

"Uncle, how much is this Tang Sancai?" Chen Bufei pretended to be careless and asked, and at the same time secretly started to activate his treasure appraisal system.

[The system has detected 20000 points of the breath of time, whether to absorb it]

Chen Bufei chose yes without hesitation.My heart is also overjoyed, I have been in the antique market for so long, but I only got more than 1 points of time.This will pass by a roadside stall at random, and I will pick up [-] leaks.

【Absorbing the breath of time】

And Lao Chen also noticed Chen Bufei who was approaching from the side, his eyes lit up, he ignored Xia Mugabu who was next to him, and replied: "Little brother has good eyesight, this is the one that Princess Wencheng entered Tibet back then."

Seeing that Lao Chen was about to repeat this deceptive story again, Chen Bufei quickly interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Uncle, don't tell the story you made up! Tang Sancai is a ceremonial artifact, used to be buried with you. I also told you just now." I heard, the dowry you mentioned is absolutely impossible!"

Lao Chen's face turned red, and he secretly thought that something was wrong, he met an expert!

The bookish little girl also looked curiously at Chen Bufei, who was dressed in ordinary casual clothes. The young man in front of her was only in her early 20s, and she could pick out the loopholes in old Chen's stories at a glance, and she could also identify the Tang Sancai in front of her. Anyway, it can be regarded as half a colleague.

"You, are you also in the antique industry?" The little girl blinked and asked tentatively.

Chen Bufei nodded, and replied lightly: "The appraiser of Nanfeng Ancient City."

The little girl's eyes widened all of a sudden, and she couldn't speak smoothly: "Are you from the capital of antiques? No wonder you look so professional."

Old Chen was already complaining in his heart, Xiamu Gabu was already enough to worry him, now this is another treasure appraiser from Nanfeng, he wants to make some money, why is it so difficult?
"Cough, cough, since the little brother is a treasure appraiser, then I, Lao Chen, won't be in this class." Lao Chen smiled awkwardly, and stretched out his hand to put the porcelain bottle back, "I just earn a little Hard work, you two are so precious, see you in the future!"

Chen Bufei looked at Lao Chen's outstretched hand, raised his arm to block it, and asked, "Who said I don't want it anymore?"

(End of this chapter)