Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

Knocking a place like the bridge of the nose is like pouring a bowl of vinegar into it, it can make people's tears come out sour.

Qi Chen was probably in severe pain, his head was still frowning sullenly after Long Ya's hand was torn apart, and he blinked quickly a few times, trying to relieve the pain, but he didn't bother to reply to Long Ya's words.

"Don't keep curling up with your watermelon worm's fetus? Lift your head up and let me see how it goes—" Long Ya said, pulling Qi Chen's arm to the back of his neck, and then let go The hand holding Qi Chen's wrist bone pinched Qi Chen's chin and raised his head to have a look, then lightly touched Qi Chen's nose bridge with his fingertips.

"Hiss—" Qi Chen took a breath, and said weakly, "Is it broken?"

"It's not broken, it's red and a bit swollen." Long Ya answered angrily, picked up Qi Chen with a towel and threw him on the bed next to the wall.

He shook the quilt involuntarily and wrapped Qi Chen up, with a dark coffin face, he kept lecturing: "Anyone who is not so [-] feet slips and accidentally falls will support it with his hands, you The cerebellum would have to shrink to the size of a raisin to be able to do this feat of using your face on the ground."

Qi Chen had already recovered from the severe pain at this time, and was pulling the tissue beside the bed to stop the nosebleed, blinking his eyes and accepting the personal attack of Master Longya calmly.

Long Ya, who was hiding an invisible treasure bag, once again showed his ability as a barefoot doctor. With a flick of his wrist, he found out a patch like a dog skin plaster, and raised his hand to pat Qi Chen's face: "Okay, don't block it!" Come on, lift your face up!"

"..." Qi Chen raised his face cooperatively, paused for two seconds and couldn't help but said, "Team Leader Long, has someone told you that your habitual little movements are not suitable for men?"

Long Ya was tearing off the medicine patch and pasting it on the red and swollen bridge of his nose. Hearing this, he said lazily, "No. I can do whatever I like, who cares so much about me?"

Qi Chen silently closed his mouth, and decided to be happy with his ancestor...

Facts have proved that although Long Ya is a barefoot doctor, his medicine is still reliable.At least the bridge of Qi Chen's nose, who arrived at the venue the next day, was still clean and straight, and it was not at all obvious that he had suffered a devastating blow the night before.

The only unsatisfactory thing is that he went to bed too late, so that Qi Chen who woke up early this day was not very energetic.

It was the first time for Qi Chen to participate in this kind of folk treasure appraisal conference, and it was a very fresh experience.

He originally thought that although the number of visitors would not be small, they would not be too concentrated. After all, there are far and near, and after the time diverges, they will not appear to be overwhelmed. The nearly ten experts at the scene can still completely resist.

In the end, when he really arrived at the scene, he realized that he was still too naive——

The enthusiasm of those collectors is really beyond his imagination, and the queues are almost catching up with the ticket sales of the most popular exhibition halls of the World Expo.

This time, the treasure appraisal conference was arranged by the organizer in a large art exhibition hall in Ling City.There is a row of consultation desks in the museum, and each desk has a name plate with the name of the expert and the category of expertise written on it.

Qi Chen and the others are located side by side with other experts, but there is a distance of about two tables in the middle, which seems to be a clear distinction.

However, their information desk was arranged in a way that did not show any neglect, and even a small character like Qi Chen was taken care of, and his name was respectfully made into a nameplate, marked with the word "expert", and placed on the table. on the table in front of him.It's just that the three of them didn't indicate the identification category, but hung a sign in front of the stage - invited experts.

These days, it is not easy for people to trust any expert who cannot name a specific one.

Therefore, there is a strange but understandable state in the crowded venues——

The rest of the experts, no matter what category they were in, were lined up in front of them in a long line that stretched as far as the eye could see, but the trio sent by Guanghe Company was extremely deserted.

Qi Chen looked at the long queues, everyone in the team was holding things in their hands, some were small, some were big, some were carrying the same item, some were carrying several items, all kinds and different types. One... In short, everyone is holding treasures that they think are valuable in their hands. The packaging is very delicate, and they are holding them carefully, for fear of knocking or bumping into something.

He looked at Long Ya and Shan Xiao who were sitting next to him—

A real antique is leaning on the back of the chair at the moment, crossing his legs, lazily flipping through the brochure issued by the Appreciation Club.

The other true ghost rested his elbows on the table, playing games leisurely with his mobile phone in his arms.

The two uncles looked like they could not wait until the last moment... I don't know if the organizers will have a heart attack after seeing it.

But obviously, they can't really be idle all the time.There are always some collectors who are hesitant to face the long queue, and finally choose to go to the "Specially Invited Expert Consultation Desk" to ask questions. The human group finally formed a small team here.

Long Ya's personality and speaking style have always been straightforward, and there is nothing to hide. After getting along for a long time and getting familiar with him, you can find that he has no bad intentions.But in this kind of occasion where there are all strangers, his sticky hammer is vividly highlighted——

The collector standing in front of the information desk opened the black silk cloth held in his arms, and a bronze wine bar was revealed. The bar was engraved with rough animal face patterns, and the red spots and green rust seemed to be well preserved. .All in all, it looks like a very nice bronze wine vessel.

After the man opened the silk cloth, his eyes swept over Shan Xiao who was playing the game, then Qi Chen who looked like a college student, and finally said to Long Ya: "Uh, this... Dragon expert, can you Help me take a look, how about my bronze wine baron, and where is the estimated value?"

It can only be said that this person probably didn't check the almanac when he went out today, and picked the most terrible one among the three.

Qi Chen turned his head to look at Long Ya, and saw that he didn't even put down the program in his hand, but just glanced up at the Bronze Lord, then looked away without interest, moved his lips, and popped out two words: "Fake!" of."

In short, one hit kills.

Qi Chen: "..." So Director Dong sends this ancestor to make trouble every year...

When that middle-aged collector heard the word Longya, he immediately felt bad!

Qi Chenxin said not to cause any problems for the stimulation, and quickly opened his mouth to smooth things over. Naturally, he would not be as straightforward as Long Ya, but raised his head and asked the collector: "Can I pick it up and look at it?"

The man nodded: "Okay, you can see."

After hearing this, Qi Chen brought the bronze jue in front of his eyes with the black silk cloth, looked through several corners carefully, then pointed to Long Yachong and said to the man: "He speaks a bit bluntly, You don't mind. However, what he said is not wrong. Your wine baron is indeed... Look at these places, the floating lines are too deliberate, and they would not be exposed in these places normally, and the gaskets are also intentional. Imitation. And here..."

The collector looked at the places Qi Chen pointed out, his complexion became worse and worse, and his expression became a little depressed. Obviously, after he was pointed out, he looked at these places carefully, and felt more and more that the craftsmanship was too good. It's unnatural.He wasn't in the mood to waste time here, so he simply thanked him, put away the fake Bronze Lord, turned around and left.

Looking at the collection for half an hour, the three of them have basically been carrying out the following two processes——

1. Long Ya glanced at the collection, and said categorically: "Fake." Then the collector was so angry that he was about to explode, so Qi Chen hurriedly pulled the person over to explain well, and then sent him away with a smile.

2. Shan Xiao looked away from the mobile phone screen, glanced at the collection, raised his head and said with a smile, "It's a loss, it's fake." Then the collector was full of displeasure, and Qi Chen hurriedly pulled him over. Yan explained and sent away with a smile.

After several 10 minutes of rounds, the people in the queue at the back finally learned how to behave, and stopped looking for the two ancestors self-torturingly, but ran straight to Qi Chen.After some hesitation, I finally decided to change the line - wait longer, and I will always be hit by a cheating expert.

So for Qi Chen, although there are two people around him who are not doing business at all, he can handle the short queue in front of him even if he is alone.From time to time, I can take a while to watch other people's scenes.

At the table closest to Qi Chen and the others, Professor Zhao, an expert on bronze ware, sat.The collection in the hands of the middle-aged man in front of him is a bit special——

It was a double-edged long knife, the surface had been oxidized, and was full of traces of wind, frost and time. It was probably very heavy in the hand, and it was still difficult for Professor Zhao to hold it.

Qi Chen saw that the shape of the knife resembled the Tang Dynasty Mo knife, but the Mo knife was not usually buried with him, so no one has been unearthed in the world so far, but he did not expect to see such a weapon similar to the Mo knife at such a folk treasure appraisal conference. .

But Qi Chen couldn't take a closer look, and didn't know if it was real or a fake.

Old Professor Zhao is naturally also rare on this saber, even though he is not specialized in bronzes, it does not prevent him from making a preliminary appraisal of this saber.

The old man was pondering over the details of the knife inch by inch, and touched the edge of the knife with his fingers, and the identification was extremely meticulous...

Of course, some of the utensils displayed at the Treasure Appreciation Conference were genuine and some were fake, with varying levels of quality. There were still a few treasures that were truly coveted.

Correspondingly, the collectors at the conference are also of all kinds, with all personalities.

Some people reacted very much when they heard that their baby was a counterfeit product, and their face was pulled down immediately. They were so anxious that they wanted to argue with experts immediately, after all, it was something that cost a lot of money.There are also some people who have a more open-minded personality. After discovering that it is a fake, they don’t show any particular disappointment. After knowing the specific situation, they clap their hands and go home.

No, when Mr. Zhao was pondering on the Modao here, there was a collector from the miscellaneous expert who found that the treasure he cherished was imitated by later generations, and he was not so afraid of bumping into it. Qi blew twice on the horn-shaped utensil.

He blows very casually, not loudly, but the tone is very heavy, with a sense of remoteness and simplicity, it is easy to remind people of the sound of horns on ancient battlefields.

However, the scene was not quiet, except for an idle "expert" like Qi Chen, and some people waiting in line looked around, most of them just laughed it off.

On the other hand, Professor Zhao, who was trying the blade, was taken aback by the sudden two sounds. He didn't know whether it was his hands shaking or what, but he was actually slit a long hole in his fingertip by the oxidized Mo Dao blade which was not sharp. , Blood beads ooze out like money.

At the same time, Long Ya, who had been flipping through the exhibition catalog and picture album, rarely raised his head, and glanced in the direction of old Professor Zhao.