The richest man starts from the treasure hunt in the container

Chapter 93 Is this a real hammer?
Driving into New York City, Zhu Yu parked the car in the parking lot, and then carefully picked up the short-handled knife that was suspected to be a Tang knife.

Gently pulled it out and found that it couldn't be pulled out.

It must have been rusted.

However, he could feel that it was moving, and Zhu Yu exerted force again, but he didn't dare to use force, and after a lot of effort, he pulled out the knife.

The blade is relatively straight, with a chamfer only at the point.

It looks like an iron knife as a whole, but there is still no rust on the blade part, which feels like a steel blade.

The handle of the knife is made of wood, I don't know what kind of wood it is, and it clamps the iron bar integrated with the blade.

The six characters "Tianbao Eight Years of Money" are on the handle of the knife, and each character is a little bigger than soybeans.

Zhu Yu slowly put the knife back into its sheath and began to search online.

He felt that the "eight years of Tianbao" was a bit off-putting. Usually it wasn't a certain year, so why did it happen?
As a result, I checked it online, hey, it really changed "year" to "zai" at that time!
Is this a solid shot?

Then search for Tang Dao, and found that there seem to be more than a dozen in existence, and most of them are in RB.

The preservation of the knife in his hand is not very good, and it is worse than those in the world.

But Zhu Yu was already very satisfied.If this is really a Tang knife, even if it is not a national treasure, it is at least very rare!
Gladly putting the knife on the passenger seat, Zhu Yu pulled out the RB katana with the words on it.

This knife is relatively well preserved, and there is almost no rust on the knife body.The silk thread wrapped around the handle of the knife has decayed, exposing the copper clip inside.

The blood groove on the blade is still black, I don't know if it has been stained with blood.Looking at the iron scabbard, although there are some rusts, it is not serious.

The other handles are only rusted to varying degrees, but overall they are in good condition.

Zhu Yu called Old John and told about the saddle, samurai sword and motorcycle.

Old John pondered over there for a while, and said:
"I remember that there seems to be a Chinese collector who collects these things, but I am not very familiar with him, here is the contact information, you can contact him yourself.

As for motorcycles, I will give you a shop that sells second-hand goods. You can go there and have a look. The saddle should also be sold there. "

After Zhu Yu got the phone, he dialed it.

This person is Tang Hailiang, who belongs to a personal collector.

"Hello." A gentle voice came from the opposite side, in English.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, my name is Zhu Yu." Zhu Yu said, "I have a few RB katanas on hand. I wonder if Mr. Tang is interested?"

"Chinese?" Tang Hailiang's voice raised slightly.

"Yes." Zhu Yu used Mandarin this time.

"Hahahaha, you must be interested!" Tang Hailiang said in Mandarin with a southern accent, "When is Mr. Zhu free?"

"Now." Zhu Yu said with a smile, "If Mr. Tang is free..."

"It must be free!" The other party reported an address, and Zhu Yu wrote it down.

Driving to the place where Tang Hailiang was, Zhu Yu discovered that it was a private museum.

Tang Hailiang is tall and tall.Zhu Yu is 1.8 meters tall, half a head lower than Tang Hailiang.When he saw Zhu Yu get off the car, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

Zhu Yu was holding the seven samurai swords, and it was difficult to shake hands, so he nodded at Tang Hailiang.

Entering the museum, Zhu Yu found that no one was visiting at this time.

"Put it here." Tang Hailiang pointed to an empty table in the middle, "Let me take a look."

Zhu Yu put down the knife, then glanced around, and found that there were quite a lot of old military supplies such as samurai swords, rifles, and kettles in the museum.

Tang Hailiang explained to Zhu Yu while putting on his gloves:

"My museum mainly collects old objects from World War II. You can collect a lot of things here in New York, but it is difficult to collect the kind in China."

Zhu Yu nodded to express his understanding.

Tang Hailiang carefully looked at these samurai swords.

Among the seven, six belonged to that standard and were not of great collection value, so Tang Hailiang quickly put them aside.

Tang Hailiang picked out the samurai sword with the inscription and looked at it carefully.

After watching for a while, he simply found tools and said to Zhu Yu:
"Mr. Zhu, I'm going to remove the handle of this knife and look at the specific inscriptions—you don't mind, do you? By the way, I will definitely take this knife. This kind of knife with inscriptions is really rare."

Zhu Yu smiled and said:
"Take it apart, you are an expert."

"Then let's talk about it this way. I'll calculate the price according to the inscription." Tang Hailiang agreed on the price first without making a direct move. "I'll pay you three hundred dollars for each of these ordinary samurai swords. As for this one..."

He pointed to the handle with the inscription and said:

"This should be a private custom. The knife craftsman was considered a celebrity at the time, and there was a circle.

So, the price is higher, one thousand dollars a word, and this knife will give you four thousand dollars, how about it? "

Zhu Yu nodded and agreed.

These samurai swords are considered extras, and they have earned several times the money, so they are worth it.

Seeing Zhu Yu's straightforwardness, Tang Hailiang was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything, paid the money, and started to dismantle the handle of the samurai sword.

Seeing that Tang Hailiang was busy, Zhu Yu said:

"Mr. Tang, you are busy, I'll go first. There are still some things to sell."

"Okay, I'll see you off." Tang Hailiang put down what he was doing, sent Zhu Yu out, and asked as he walked:

"What else do you have, can I see it?"

"An old saddle, an old motorcycle." Zhu Yu pointed to the inside of the car, "Mr. Tang probably won't be interested."

Tang Hailiang was really not interested.

When sending Zhu Yu off, Tang Hailiang glanced at the co-pilot, his eyes lit up, and said to Zhu Yu anxiously:

"Mr. Zhu, your knife..."

"That knife is not for sale." Zhu Yu shook his head and said, "I haven't determined the age of that knife yet, so I plan to study it."

Tang Hailiang showed a regretful expression, but he still did not give up:

"Then can I see it?"

Zhu Yu hesitated for a moment, took the knife and carefully handed it to Tang Hailiang.

Tang Hailiang took a closer look and said:

"The handle of this knife has been changed."

Then I pulled it out gently, but it didn't move.

Zhu Yu said:
"Use a little more force."

Tang Hailiang thought about it himself, but he was worried that Zhu Yu would not agree. Now that Zhu Yu agreed, he pulled out the knife with a little force.

As soon as the knife was pulled out, Tang Hailiang's eyes were fixed on the blade, feeling like he couldn't pull it out!
"This...is this Tang Dao?"

Tang Hailiang's hand holding the knife trembled.

He looked up at Zhu Yu, as if he was asking him for an answer.

Zhu Yu smiled and said:

"Mr. Tang, you are an expert in this area. I also doubt it. I feel a bit like..."

"It's not a bit similar! It's exactly the same shape!" Tang Hailiang looked down at the knife, "Look at the blade, look at the head, and look at the characteristics of the straight knife—"

Seeing Tang Hailiang's excited expression, Zhu Yu was already a little worried that the knife would be broken by him?
(End of this chapter)