A scrap collection station comes to mind

Huang Xiaoqi's father, Huang Dashan, and Chen Muyu's father were childhood friends, and their mother, Deng Jie, and Chen Muyu's mother were classmates and best friends in junior high school. They were both set up by Chen Muyu's mother, so the relationship between the two families is extraordinary.

Huang Xiaoqi is a few years younger than Chen Muyu. She has been playing with Chen Muyu since she was a child, and her relationship is quite good.

"This girl is about to take the art exam. She is so pretty. She has been looking for someone to practice her acting skills all day long. It almost embarrasses me to death..."

At this time, a sexy middle-aged woman came out of the back room and brought Chen Muyu a glass of hot water.

The Huang family can be regarded as a scholarly family. Both father and mother are teachers, one teaches elementary school and the other teaches high school. In terms of social status, it is definitely not comparable to that of Chen Muyu's family.

"Mom, you don't understand. Our teacher said that as long as I'm not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed!"

Huang Xiaoqi curled her lips, dropped a wise saying, and sat down on the sofa opposite Chen Muyu.

A faint body fragrance came over, making Chen Muyu a little dizzy, and his true energy went backwards.

It is true that women have undergone a major transformation. In just a few years, they have already had breasts and buttocks. If it takes a few more years, it will still be great.

Chen Muyu glanced sideways. Huang Xiaoqi was wearing a skirt, sitting opposite him. A cute Hello Kitty was smiling and waving to him.

This girl really doesn't think of herself as an outsider.

"Auntie, my dad said on the phone that you have some junk at home that needs to be disposed of. He asked me to come over and take a look." Looking away, Chen Muyu quickly got to the point.

Hearing this, Deng Jie smiled bitterly, "Wait a minute, I'll take out the things!"

After saying that, he called Huang Xiaoqi, and the two of them entered the back room. After a while, a large cardboard box was carried out.

Chen Muyu quickly went up to help, and together they carried everything into the living room.

The box must have weighed dozens of kilograms and was extremely heavy.

"What's in here?" Chen Muyu asked curiously.

Deng Jie sighed and said angrily, "What else can there be, just scrap metal!"

Huang Xiaoqi stuck out her tongue at the side with a cryptic look on her face.

"You also know that your Uncle Huang has no skills at all, but he still likes to imitate other people's collections. He has been cheated many times over the years, and he doesn't have a long memory at all. Last month, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles organized a trip to the countryside to collect works, and he went with him. After a trip, I got something like this."

"I spent 250 yuan and said I found a big leak. A few days ago, an expert came to the city and took it to show it to others. As a result, I was ridiculed to the point where I was too shameless to see anyone. I see, you are obscene. Uncle is really a 250!"

Deng Jie opened the paper shell while scolding, and a smell of dust and decay immediately appeared in Chen Muyu's nose.

Chen Muyu took a look and saw that the carton contained a rusty small cauldron.

Pulling the small tripod by its ears, he lifted it out, and the three short legs shaped like animal hooves slammed to the ground with a clang.

Chen Muyu was not good at this kind of thing, but he still looked at it carefully.

The round body of the tripod also has a lid with a circle of sash patterns, a petal-like persimmon stem pattern in the middle, and some round patterns on the two ears.

There are still some traces of soil on the tripod, and it is stained with rust. At a glance, it does look like an old object.

"Did my Uncle Huang buy this thing?" Chen Muyu held back a sentence for a long time and looked up at Deng Jie.

"Isn't it?" Deng Jie was a little angry, "It cost more than two hundred yuan to buy such a crappy thing. Experts have said that modern handicrafts are old, so you, Uncle Huang, are stupid, and you are so stupid. People lie..."

"Where's Uncle Huang?"

Chen Muyu looked inside the room and did not see Huang Dashan's shadow.

"I went to make up lessons for the students, and I won't be back until tonight!" Deng Jie waved her hand, "This thing still takes up space at home, so you should treat it like scrap metal, so that your Uncle Huang will not get upset when he comes back!"

When Chen Muyu heard this, he waved his hands quickly, "Aunt Jie, I don't want this thing from you!"

"Um?"

Deng Jie was stunned for a moment, "What? No? You kid, I don't want your money..."

"Aunt Jie!" Chen Muyu smiled bitterly, "This is not a question of money. It's not that I don't want it, but I don't dare to ask for it. This is bronze, and the state prohibits trading..."

"What happened to the bronze? This is not true!" Deng Jie's eyes widened.

"Who says it's not true?"

“Experts say it’s not true!”

"This expert is just a lamp!"

Chen Muyu couldn't laugh or cry, "Aunt Jie, although I don't know what kind of expert Uncle Huang is looking for, but let me tell you this, this expert is not reliable..."

Hearing this, Deng Jie was a little stunned and looked Chen Muyu up and down, "Xiaoyu, what do you mean by this? Do you still understand these things?"

"Brother Yu, are you saying that this thing is real?"

Huang Xiaoqi also asked from the side. It was obvious that she was very interested and her face was full of expectations.

"You don't really understand!"

Chen Muyu smiled slightly awkwardly, reached out and patted the small tripod gently, "This is a cooking utensil. The ancients used it to hold meat. The one with ears is called a tripod, and the one without ears is called a dong. This is It’s a cauldron, it should be an object from the Spring and Autumn Period!”

"But this cauldron is still stained with mud. It must have been dug out of the pit not long ago. Where did Uncle Huang get it? Couldn't he be involved in greening it with someone?"

In the scrap industry, you will come into contact with that kind of people to some extent. The so-called greening is also a slang term in that industry, which subtly means digging holes in the ground, an illegal activity.

Of course Deng Jie didn't understand, but she was still stunned by Chen Muyu's seemingly professional rhetoric.

He lowered his head and looked at the inconspicuous little tripod in front of him, "You didn't fool my aunt, did you? Are you so careless? Do you think this thing is real? But experts say..."

Chen Muyu waved his hand to interrupt Deng Jie, "Either this expert is a dabbler, or he just doesn't want to cause trouble. Aunt Jie, I can guarantee that this thing is true..."

Deng Jie was stunned...

Although the experts said it was fake, Chen Muyu said it was true, and he said it so seriously that she didn't know whether to believe it or not.

"Brother Yu, is this thing valuable?"

Huang Xiaoqi asked impatiently, with little stars popping out of her eyes.

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "If it is sold as scrap, 50 yuan is a lot of money. Of course, I dare not accept such a thing. Cultural relics are cultural relics after all and have their historical value..."

"Oh, Brother Yu, stop beating around the bush and just tell me how much it's worth..." Huang Xiaoqi was impatient.

Chen Muyu raised a finger.

Huang Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, "One million?"

Chen Muyu shook his head, "It's worth at least ten years in prison!"

"puff!"

Huang Xiaoqi reached out and hit Chen Muyu, "I hate it..."

Chen Muyu smiled helplessly, but he was not joking at all, "If the origin is correct, it will be around 300,000!"

"300000?"

Huang Xiaoqi's eyes suddenly shone, and he looked at the small tripod in front of him as if he was seeing a pile of shining gold bars.

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