Repairer

  Chapter 35 Referee

   "Uncle Zhao, where are we going?"

  Following behind Zhao Zhengshan, Su Xiaofan originally thought that he would find a restaurant near the antique market to have something to eat, but Zhao Zhengshan stopped a taxi directly.

   "We want to compete, so there must be a referee."

  Zhao Zhengshan said with a smile: "I'll take you to dinner first, and then find an expert after dinner to see which of us finds the best items. By the way, don't talk about it while eating, or there will be no surprises."

   "Uncle Zhao, what about it? I spent a total of a thousand yuan in the early days, and it was so ritualistic."

  Su Xiaofan looked at the elated Zhao Zhengshan with a speechless face. He repaired the Song Dingyao brush washer and the Ming Dynasty brush holder, and he seemed not as excited as Zhao Zhengshan.

   "We are here to Liulichang." After the taxi stopped, Su Xiaofan saw the sign of Liulichang outside the car window at a glance.

   "The government experts are all in the Xingong Museum, and the non-governmental experts are all in Liulichang."

  Zhao Zhengshan laughed, and said: "Our Jingxintang in Luochuan has a branch here. I heard that Uncle Jing seems to be in Yanjing these days. Let him be a referee for us."

   "Ask Uncle Jing to be the referee? I think it's better to forget it."

  Zhao Zhengshan called Jing Shizhen and Uncle Jing, but Su Xiaofan also called Uncle Jing, but he didn't care about his seniority, because he was avoiding Jing Shizhen these days because of the evil stone.

   "It's hard to say if we can meet, let's go, let's eat first."

  Zhao Zhengshan brought Su Xiaofan to a small restaurant. It was not a big restaurant, and there was no signboard, but the business inside was good, and the small space was basically full of people.

   "Boss, here are two stir-fried livers, another fried belly, a bowl of marinated stew, and by the way, four more..."

   Zhao Zhengshan seems to come here often, after waiting for a while to find an empty table and sit down with Su Xiaofan, he didn't even need to look at the menu, and directly reported the names of a few dishes.

  The food was served quickly, and after asking Su Xiaofan if he didn't drink, the two immediately started eating.

  Su Xiaofan didn't eat in the morning, so he was already hungry at the moment, he ate four of them when the bag was set on fire, Zhao Zhengshan asked for another six when he saw this, he ate two, and Su Xiaofan killed the remaining four.

  Su Xiaofan ate a bit hard this time, sitting there feeling like he could hardly get up, he patted his belly and said, "Uncle Zhao, this is your life."

  In Su Xiaofan's opinion, Zhao Zhengshan is very different from the rich man he imagined, he is humble and does not live extravagantly. If he didn't know that he is Zhao Hengjian's son, Su Xiaofan would definitely think that he is an ordinary doctor.

   "It's better to be young, when I was young, I could eat as much as you in one meal!"

  Zhao Zhengshan looked at Su Xiaofan enviously, "I can't eat anymore, and I usually have to control my diet at night. Seeing you makes me feel old."

   "Come on, Uncle Zhao, let's go, let's go to the Jingxin Hall."

  Su Xiaofan stood up and scrambled to scan the QR code to pay the bill. He also figured it out. Sooner or later, he would meet Jing Shizhen, and he couldn't escape even if he stretched his head or flinched.

  Different from Luochuan’s front door, which is not afraid of deep alleys, the Jingxin Hall’s front door in Liulichang is very grand, with dragons and phoenixes carved on the outside.

  After entering, the sandalwood smells fragrant and Zen sounds are pleasant to the ear, and the young and beautiful female shop assistant came to greet her. The area of ​​70 to 80 square meters on the first floor is full of antique shelves and various antiques.

   There are also some antiques that are placed in glass covers. In short, when you enter Liulichang, it is like entering a museum. The places that catch the eye are full of antique flavors, showing a profound historical and cultural heritage.

   "Is Uncle Jing here?" Zhao Zhengshan said as soon as he entered the door: "Uncle Jing is not here, you can find the shopkeeper Liu to help hold the eye."

  The people who greeted the guests in front of the door heard that they were regular customers, so they quickly let them into the inner hall. Unlike the antique decoration outside, the inner hall has a few luxurious sofas, which is a bit modern.

   "Uncle Jing still knows how to do business."

  Su Xiaofan looked around, feeling admiration in his heart. He knew that although those wooden tables and chairs looked stylish, they were far less comfortable to sit on than the sofa. The softness of the sofa can also make people more relaxed mentally.

   "Okay, Su Xiaofan, I called you for a few days, but you didn't answer, did you?"

  Su Xiaofan had just sat down, and before he had time to take a sip of tea, he heard Jing Shizhen's angry voice.

   "Where can it be, Uncle Jing, my mobile phone was in arrears a few days ago. I didn't know it until now. Didn't I just charge it yesterday?"

  Su Xiaofan, who was still sitting on his buttocks, stood up abruptly, and stood there obediently, respecting Uncle Jing very much.

   Among other things, Uncle Jing sold Zhao Hengjian's 600,000 yuan without making any profit, and sold the wind chime to himself, which is a great favor to Su Xiaofan.

   "Zhengshan, how did you two get together? Sit down, sit down and talk."

  Jing Shizhen said hello to Zhao Zhengshan, then cast her eyes on Su Xiaofan, and said angrily: "You brat threw away millions like this. Are you so timid? What are you afraid of if you leave it for a day?"

   "Uncle Jing, it's mainly because Brother Gang keeps telling me to throw it away, so I don't think it's very auspicious to take it home."

  Su Xiaofan felt that Zheng Dagang's waist was relatively thick, so he still had to blame him for the blame, and his own small arms and legs couldn't bear Jingshu's scolding.

   "Confused, both of you are confused!"

  Jing Shizhen sighed, and said: "If you are not sure about something, you should ask someone to look at it. If you think you are smart, you will lose a few million. Do you know that you are at a disadvantage?"

   "Understood, Uncle Jing, next time there is something I'm not sure about, I'll definitely call you." Su Xiaofan accepted the criticism honestly.

   "Uncle Jing, what happened to Xiao Su? What did you throw away?"

  Zhao Zhengshan was a little curious on the side, he knew that Su Xiaoxiao had to apply for tuition fee waiver when he went to university, Su Xiaofan's family background didn't seem to be very good, it's unlikely that he would throw away millions of things, right?

   "This kid, threw a Yin stone, Zhengshan, do you know Yinshi?" Jing Shizhen took a look at Zhao Zhengshan, but didn't hide it.

   "Yin stone? I've seen one, but isn't that thing kind of evil?" Zhao Zhengshan was taken aback when he heard this.

   "Have you seen it?" Jing Shizhen turned her head away, "Where did you see it? Who owns the Yin Stone?"

   "I saw it more than ten years ago. It was hosted by King Kong Temple. Now I really don't know who owns it..." Zhao Zhengshan explained.

  That was what happened when Zhao Zhengshan was a doctor in the emergency room. One night, 120 pulled a monk who was suffering from a sudden illness. He couldn’t be rescued at that time, and the monk passed away the next day.

  When Zhao Zhengshan was packing up the leftovers for the monk, Zhao Zhengshan didn't know what the dark stone was.

   Later the disciple of the great monk came to the hospital, and Zhao Zhengshan knew that the deceased was the abbot of the King Kong Temple. Out of curiosity, when returning the monk's belongings, he asked what the stone was.

  The disciples of the Great Monk told Zhao Zhengshan that it is a Yin stone, which is formed by the accumulation of Yin Qi. It needs to be dispelled by Buddhism. Ordinary people should not touch it.

   "The disciple you mentioned should be Master Huizheng, and he is also an old friend."

  Jing Shizhen nodded when he heard the words, knowing the origin of the Yin stone that Zhao Zhengshan saw, he didn't ask any further.

   "You two, what were you doing here today?" Jing Shizhen looked at Su Xiaofan and the two of them.

   "Respect Uncle..."

   "Uncle Jing, Uncle Zhao and I..."

  Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan opened their mouths at the same time and closed their mouths at the same time, they both called Uncle Jing, but Su Xiaofan also called Zhao Zhengshan Uncle Zhao, which is really awkward.

   "Everything is different, what is there to get entangled with?" Jing Shizhen pointed to Zhao Zhengshan and said, "Zhengshan, tell me, why are you here at the Jingxin Hall?"

   "Uncle Jing, it's like this." Zhao Zhengshan said with a smile: "I went to the antique street with Xiao Su in the morning, and everyone found something. If you want to come over, please give me your palm..."

   "You play collection, which is different from others."

Jing Shizhen obviously knew Zhao Zhengshan very well, and said, "I'll give you ten eye palms, can you buy the right things twice? I told you that if you want to buy antiques, come to me, but you just don't come. You seem cheap."

   "Uncle Jing, I like the thrill after picking up leaks on Taobao. I don't feel that way when I buy from you."

  Zhao Zhengshan shook his head with a smile. After he met Jing Shizhen, he introduced her to his father. Later, Zhao Hengjian and Jing Shizhen got very close. Zhao Zhengshan seldom went to the gate of Jingxin Hall except to ask him to appraise antiques.

   "Okay, show me the things."

  Jing Shizhen stretched out her hand to Zhao Zhengshan, and said, "Old rules, I won't charge you if the thing is real. If it's fake, you can go to the counter and pay the appraisal fee yourself."

   "Uncle Zhao, how much is the appraisal fee?"

Su Xiaofan asked in a low voice. He didn't understand Jing Shizhen's rules. It stands to reason that after the authenticity of something, the person who comes to the appraisal will pay the money willingly. If you buy a fake and then pay the appraisal fee, it's not on the wound of a person. Make another cut.

   "If it is identified as a fake, 10,000 at a time."

  Zhao Zhengshan didn't care much about the fee, he handed the bag containing the objects to Uncle Jing, and said with a smile: "Uncle Jing, this is to improve my memory. This is called remembering the pain after being beaten."

   "I didn't see you remember the pain."

  Uncle Jing took the bag from Zhao Zhengshan, and didn't rush to open it. Instead, he took a pair of gloves and put them on, and then took out the contents of the bag.

   "Character root carving?"

  Looking at the thing in her hand, Jing Shizhen didn't rush to make a judgment, but took a magnifying glass, and examined it bit by bit on the dark red root carving about 278 cm high.

This is a root carving in the shape of Bodhidharma. I saw Nadharma with one hand on his chest, his eyes slightly closed, his forehead raised high, big earrings hanging on his ears, and the most distinctive steel wire-like The curly sideburns circled the face, and the roots were visible, which looked very realistic.

   "Zhengshan, tell me your judgment."

   After looking at it for three to five minutes, Jing Shizhen put down the magnifying glass in his hand, and put the Nadama root sculpture back on the table.

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