Tomb Raider Live: Beginning Cao Cao's 72 Suspected Tombs

The sunglasses almost covered half of his face, but they couldn't conceal the handsome and out-of-this-world temperament on his body.

go all the way.

From the entrance to the inner city.

Both sides of the road are full of antique stalls, including jade, ceramics, calligraphy and painting, gold and silver artifacts, and objects from all dynasties.

But it is similar to what the driver uncle said.

No.

He still said he was young.

More than ninety-nine percent, Chen Yao scanned around casually, but he didn't even see a single real thing.

This result was really hard for him to accept.

Forget about the adulterated parallel imports of gold, stone and jade wares. Even the most common ancient coins are probably obtained by the kilogram from some small workshop.

Those patina green lines, can you take a snack?

Not to mention Shang Zhou, in his opinion, even last week would not be reached.

However, there were quite a few tourists, most of whom were dressed similarly to him, and many of them squatted on the ground with great interest, listening to the flickering of the stall owner.

Listening to the exclamation from the crowd from time to time.

Chen Yao couldn't help shaking his head.

Keep going.

If you want to find leaks in this kind of stall, the odds are harder than reaching the sky.

Even if there is a real thing, it will take time to wear it, and he doesn't have that patience.

For this trip, what Chen Yao wanted to find was an old shop with a long history, heritage and courage, and he planned to sell the two bronze figurines of maids holding lamps brought out from Cao Cao's tomb.

After all, not everyone dares to hide the device, and not everyone can afford such a big deal.

Walking on the old city avenue, Chen Yao suddenly felt like traveling through time and space and returning to ancient times.

Go all the way.

only……

Suddenly.

Chen Yao frowned slightly.

He smelled a familiar smell.

Earthy smell!

"Has a bright weapon?"

That kind of smell is definitely not discernible by ordinary people, it is a strange smell formed by soaking in the dead air in the ancient tomb.

At the stalls on the side of the road, many unscrupulous stall owners will deliberately smear the soil dug out of the old pit on those utensils in order to fake.

One question is which construction site it was just dug up from.

It is more confusing than those parallel imports on the pavement.

In addition, the workmanship is exquisite, and the level of counterfeiting is astonishing, and even those veterans will punch eyes in many cases.

In the business of playing antiques, it has always been adhering to the principle of buying and leaving, so even if you find out afterwards that you have made a mistake and bought a parallel import, you can only knock your teeth out and swallow it in your stomach.

It's like paying a tuition fee.

In many places in the antique shop, various rules and slang words have been derived.

The water is extremely deep.

It's not an old man who has been in it all year round, and laymen basically give money when they go in.

But what Chen Yao was amazed at was far from this point. Although the earthy smell was subtle, it was extremely pure, and it was definitely a dirt pit that had just been dug.

only……

Who the hell is so brave.

In front of countless people coming and going, on the street outside the old city of Luoyang, openly buying and selling artifacts.

It is true that everyone else is a layman. Once someone who knows how to do it comes out and pokes it elsewhere, I am afraid that he will have to be sent inside to drink tea next.

Dare to do it.

Or they are confident, and there are people behind them who have a backer.

Or it's the kind of stunned young man who just came out of the mountain.

After thinking about it, Chen Yao felt that the second possibility was more likely.

People who really want to have a way, how can they put the pavement in such a place, not to mention the wind, rain and sun, it is easy to attract danger.

He stopped silently.

Chen Yao stopped and walked, squatting in front of a certain booth from time to time to ask around, no different from the tourists around him.

But the eyes are swept around.

Following the faint earthy smell in the air, he followed the clues.

soon.

His eyes fell on a stall not far away.

The place is not big, only an old blanket two meters square is spread on the ground.

There are fewer things on top.

At a glance, there are only a dozen scattered pieces.

There are bottles, jars, wooden boxes and jade.

Compared with the neatly arranged and well-organized antique stalls around, it's like heaven and earth.

It looks like a mess.

Those objects were just like those picked up from that stinking ditch. They were covered with mud, very dilapidated, and had an unpleasant smell.

With just a glance, Chen Yao's heart couldn't help but move.

In Cao Cao's tomb last night, he exchanged an identification technique and completely fused it.

Ordinary objects simply cannot escape his eyes.

The year, whether the door is open, the official kiln and the folk cave, and the value of the origin can basically be determined at a glance.

What surprised him was that although there were few things on this small pavement, they were all genuine old things without exception. M..

Not a single parallel import.

That's already weird.

Along the way, there were eighty if not a hundred pavements, and Chen Yao could find very few real things.

Even if there are one or two pieces, they are worthless gadgets.

Whether it is collection or play, it is of little value.

In a place where fakes are everywhere, if a genuine product appears, it will make people crowd out and look like a freak.

That's what this paving is for now.

But what surprised him was far more than that.

If you read correctly, the items on the stall should all have been unearthed in the last week or two.

In other words, they are all bright weapons.

And it should all be a piece of shit.

In terms of age, it will not exceed the end of Ming Dynasty.

Judging by the quality of those artifacts, he may be a rich countryman with a little wealth.

But it's worth the money or not.

The main reason is that this guy is really brave enough.

Rao is a ruthless person like him who dared to steal Cao Cao's tomb live in front of tens of thousands of people, and now he can't wait to give a thumbs up and praise him for being awesome.

His eyes swept over those bright objects.

Chen Yao then swept behind the stall.

A man in his thirties was lying on the rocking chair, with a gray hat covering most of his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

However, from the explosive muscle lines under the short sleeves and the blue stubble on his chin, it can be seen that this is not an ordinary person.

He leaned back in the chair, motionless, not sure if he was asleep or awake.

It is absolutely impossible to do business to this extent.

He is not afraid of being recognized and stared at, and if he steals one casually, the loss will not be small.

but.

Chen Yao deliberately looked at it, and in half a quarter of an hour, apart from him, only two or three of the tourists who came and went stopped.

Most people looked at the stall with disgust in their eyes.

That's right, who would like something with such a different quality and an unpleasant smell.

Bringing it home as a handicraft is considered inferior.

After waiting for a while, Chen Yao strolled forward, squatted in front of the stall, and randomly picked up a piece of slightly blackened jade.

It looks black to others.

But only he knew that it was a piece of burial jade.

Because it was stained with blood, it became that color.

Compared with him, things are not eye-catching at all.

But this man, Chen Yao had a lot of interest in his identity.

"Boss, how do you sell this piece of jade?"

The man lying on the rocking chair still didn't have the slightest intention to get up, he didn't even bother to take off his hat, and just reported a number coldly.

"20 million!"

Chapter 67

"20?"

"Why don't you go grab it?"

Hearing that number, Chen Yao pretended to be frightened and cursed. .

Throwing the blood jade aside in disgust, he clapped his hands vigorously.

Although this piece of jade is of average quality, it is rare to be a piece of seed material from an old pit, and it can be buried with the owner of the tomb after death, which can also explain its value.

20 is a slight premium though.

But [-] to [-] is still worth it.

"If you want cheap ones, go to the side. This street is everywhere. You can buy three for 100 yuan."

The man still looks like a stranger.

The voice is also much colder.

There was a hint of impatience.

"Those are all things to fool people. I'm afraid I'll get sick if you pay 100 yuan. Although your jade is of average quality, it's an old thing."

Chen Yao didn't intend to be intimidated by him at all.

He pouted.

The accent was also deliberately added to the last three words.

"Do you know if it's an old object?"