Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 2 Is this thing a national treasure?

Li Ding'an took the box and frowned pretendingly: "The length of the box is just right, but it's so wide, how can I pack it? It won't be completely broken in a flash?"

"Then I don't care, you find Lao Wang!"

"That won't work, you don't care about the after-sales service, you have to give me something to plug."

The fat man took a look: "There are two broken bricks, do you want them?"

Yes, how could you not?

If it weren't for these two broken bricks, a fool would want this broken bottle.

Li Dingan remained calm: "I have to ask for money, right?"

"Two broken bricks, I ask you for money?" The fat man said with contempt on his face, "It's a good idea, you take it!"

Just have this sentence!

Before he had time to look at it, Li Ding'an could only put all the rotten bricks and broken bottles into the box first, and then scanned the code for the big brother in Tang suit.

The eldest brother hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh, and patted Li Dingan's arm.

Li Ding'an smiled back, but felt emotional in his heart: Unexpectedly, there are good people in this business?
……

"I was eating beef noodles, and my eldest brother came over with a box... Then, the noodles came out of my nose..."

"I saw the broken thermos bottle, and I was still wondering if the fat man was missing a string. Even if a fool came, he couldn't be fooled by such a thing. Then, the anchor came..."

"It's just the anchor's vision... No, he has no eyesight at all. If he can catch the leak, I'll eat that broken bottle..."

Li Ding'an sighed leisurely: "I thought so too before!"

"Haha, what about now?"

"Now...I'm thinking about how to eat!"

"From what I've heard, the host thinks he missed something?"

Li Ding'an replied very seriously: "It is indeed a mistake!"

"Haha, I'm so ridiculous... @妈妈, come and see the idiot!"

"Then you sell it, don't talk about picking up leaks, as long as you can sell it at the original price, I will live upside down and climb the tree live."

"I'm going to eat live!"

"I eat a ton live!"

"Sooner or later I will die laughing in the live broadcast room..."

"It can't be done, the knife edge is broken, I have to go to the hospital..."

Ignoring the sand sculpture netizens, Li Dingan found a step and sat down, and opened the box again.

Except for the broken bottle, there are only two rotten bricks.

They are all about the size of a palm, and the front and back are wrapped in cement, one of which is an ordinary red brick.The other piece was neither green nor gray, and was speckled with broken stubble. It looked like split granite.

Just two broken bricks worth a hundred thousand?
I hope it's not that the system is just making fun of it!
He solemnly picked up a piece.

Item: Red Brick.

Material: Clay.

Year: Modern.

Value: 0.
not this one...

He picked up the second piece.

Just as the information surfaced, there was a "buzz" in my mind, and my hair stood on end.

Congratulations, lucky one, you have found a real antique: the Xiping Stone Classic.

It records the history of the nation, witnesses the ups and downs of dynasties, and has experienced the changes of the times. It is an art treasure of the Chinese nation, and it is a rare treasure that has carried thousands of years of civilization. It is a well-deserved national treasure.

However, he puts you in a dilemma.

Please choose carefully, because it will change your life...

Such a piece of junk is actually a national treasure?
But what do those last two sentences mean?
Dilemma?

No matter, let's figure out whether this stuff is true or not.

While thinking about it, he picked up the broken brick... no, national treasure, and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a stone, and it is covered with cement.

What is this not a brick?
He looked at the sun again, but still couldn't see anything, so he put it down and wiped his clothes twice.

"Dude?"

A surprised voice came from the side. A thin man stood on the steps, looked at the broken bottles in the box, and then at the rotten bricks in his hand.

"You... have you found a treasure?"

"right!"

"Ah...haha...hahahahaha..."

The man suddenly laughed, and he was out of breath from laughing, and bent over laughingly.

After a while, he supported his knee with one hand, and gave a thumbs up with the other hand, "Good...good eyesight..."

Li Ding'an nodded, indescribably serious: "I think so too!"

"This... this... forget it..."

The man wiped away his tears and waved his hand like chasing away flies, "Block...block the door..."

"Oh, sorry!"

Li Ding'an put away his things, carried the box and went down the steps.

In fact, there is no door blocking, he deliberately chose the corner, but some shops are like this, and they don't like sitting outside.

They all walked more than ten steps, and the man sneered again: "Where did the mallet come from, I'm afraid it's not a fool?"

Li Dingan frowned, turned around and looked at the man, then at the plaque on the door: Rong Guzhai!

In the past, when he went up, he was scratching his ears.

Forget it, it's important...

……

"Boss, ask me something!"

"You say!"

"Is there anyone here who sells stele? It's the kind with engraved words on it!"

"You're talking about steles, or epitaphs... Yes, there are, but the objects are relatively large and occupy a large area, so they are not in the market... You go out of the archway and turn left, and you will be there after walking 30 meters..."

"thank you!"

"polite!"

When asked about the location, Li Dingan walked out with the box in his arms. After a few steps, he felt something was wrong again.

I am really happy and amusing, what are you looking for to sell monuments?

Shops with a little bit of cultural background will definitely know this thing.

He raised his head, looked around, and saw a few calligraphy and paintings hanging behind the window of a family.

The shop is not small, called Lao Canju.It's also a coincidence that there is an aisle across from the Rongguzhai.

That's it...

After entering the store, Li Dingan knew that he had come to the right place when he saw two rows of rubbings on wooden shelves.

A young man took the initiative to greet him and looked at the box in his hand: "Does the boss want to appraise or sell something?"

"Appraisal, how to charge?"

"There is no charge for authentic products, and five hundred if you don't know (fake ones)!"

"atmosphere!"

"Excellent, then, please come inside?"

"it is good!"

As soon as he was seated, a man in a suit and nameplate who looked like a manager walked over.

Seeing his mobile phone shaking on his chest, the screen was still on, the manager smiled and asked, "What about the live broadcast?"

"Yes, is it not allowed?"

"It's not a shady business to open the door for business seriously? If you broadcast it casually, it's an advertisement!"

The manager waved his hand, very heroic, and then sat down: "What does the boss want to identify?"

"this!"

Li Dingan opened the box, revealing the broken bottle and rotten bricks inside, and pushed it forward again.

When the manager saw it, his eyes were straightened.

"Old... the boss is not joking?"

"I have that kung fu, and I don't have that spare money!"

Li Ding'an took out the stone scriptures and put them on the tea table, "Please show me!"

"Don't look!"

The manager shook his head like a wave drum, hesitated for a while, "Boss, with all due respect, this is a rotten brick!"

The live broadcast room went crazy again, red hearts fell like rain.

(End of this chapter)