Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

"Mr. Yang, is there anything like this anymore? Again: you decide the price!"

What the hell, you dare to give it, and I dare to ask for it?

Yang Qichao wanted to say no, but when he met Li Ding'an's electric gaze, his heart shrank again: "Forget it, it's not very valuable anyway... Wife, go get the two pieces for you to burn incense."

"Do I still want to use it?"

"What nonsense?"

The woman was a little reluctant, but when Yang Qichao glared, she obediently went to get it.

In a short time, he brought two more things into the living room. Li Ding'an took a closer look: an incense burner, slightly larger than his fist, black and translucent, and he could tell at a glance that it was made of pig iron.

There is no decoration, the workmanship is very rough, and the honeycomb holes are clearly visible. There are still millet and incense ash that have not been poured out, and it seems that they are used every day.

It's just that the shape is a bit weird: it looks a bit like Ruyi, with an ear on each side and eyes on it. No matter how you look at it, it feels like this thing should have had support beams before.

In addition to the incense burner, there is also a wooden fish.

Li Ding'an looked at it carefully and thought: Good guy, something from Taoism?

"Auntie, do you believe it?"

"No, she believes in Buddhism!"

Yang Qichao rubbed his hands and said, "Boss Li, these are the only two items, there are really no more!"

Okay, whatever you say is what it is, take it back first and then talk about it.

"Mr. Yang, please make a price!"

"No, Boss Li, just watch and give it!"

"Then it's still ten thousand for one thing?"

"can!"

Li Ding'an didn't hesitate, took out two piles and put them on the table. After thinking for a moment, he took out another stack.

Yang Qichao looked at it suspiciously: Thirty thousand?

What does this extra ten thousand mean?

Immediately, he knew.

"Mr. Yang, the extra money is for consulting fees. I have something I want to ask about... Don't be nervous, and don't be too busy to refuse. They are all irrelevant questions: I just want to ask about the origin of these things, and then I will ask you Ask about someone."

No...the police asked you and gave you money?

You're not fishing, are you?

Yang Qichao nodded fiercely: "Okay... let me think about it... Oh, I should have been ten or eleven years old at that time. It was also summer. The old man said that the commune sent it to the village, and it was supposed to be returned to someone. But I never found it. I brought my family here...

There are four pieces, including the jade plaque you just put up, and these two pieces that the old man brought back together. I really don’t know who they belong to, and the old man never mentioned them..."

Ten years old, commune?

"How expensive are you?"

"fifty three!"

More than forty years ago?

understood……

"Mr. Yang, were there any Taoist temples built near here in the early years?"

"I don't know about that. I haven't seen it since I can remember."

Li Ding'an thought for a moment, winked at Sun Huaiyu, and asked, "Does Mr. Yang know Tang Ling?"

"Which Tang...oh, soup with three o'clock water? I don't know him!"

"Su Haitang, where is Su Qiutang?"

"I don't know either!"

"Lin Ziliang?"

"I've never heard of it."

"What about Ji Yinglong?"

Yang Qichao was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became complicated.

Without Sun Huaiyu's observation, Li Ding'an could understand it himself: It seems that the people in front of him really don't know each other.

So, even if something happens to him, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the treasure?

That's basically it. He's already on guard, and he can't find anything if he asks again...

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry to trouble you today!"

Seeing him getting up, Yang Qichao finally breathed a sigh of relief: "No trouble!"

I also said something in my heart: You just need to get out of here...

He moved very quickly, opening the door for him first, and didn't even pretend to hold back, saying something like "Let's sit down for a while" or something like that. Li Ding'an didn't care. He picked up the incense burner and asked Sun Huaiyu to hold the wooden fish.

After several people left the living room, Li Ding'an turned around again, shook hands with Yang Qichao, and was about to say a polite word like "please stay" when he was startled again.

The little puppy from before was lying in the yard. When he heard the sound, he stood up and wagged his tail at Li Ding'an. His body was washed clean and he had a collar around his neck.

It's just an ordinary collar, the kind used for tying dogs. It's quite fancy, with a few ribbons wrapped around it, and a string of beads hanging under the chin.

Li Ding'an didn't pay attention at first, thinking of teasing the dog. When he saw the bead chain, he thrust his neck forward.

One, two, three, four, five...nine.

Red, white, green, yellow, black... five colors.

In the third year of Yongle's reign, the "Da Ming Hui Dian" states: The prince's crown and robes are all like those of the East Palace, with a mysterious exterior and a red interior, a round front and a round back, and nine strands hanging from the front and back. Each strand is decorated with jade beads of red, white, green, yellow, and black colors. pellets.

That's right, five colors.

Count again, nine!

This is Wang Mian's charm...

Combined with the previous Chong Ya and Ming Gui, if there is no relationship between the three, Li Ding'an dares to chew this string of beads...

Suddenly, he turned around, his eyes looking straight.

Yang Qichao was confused: "Boss Li, what's wrong?"

Didn't you just say there is no more? Where did this come from?

The mouth opened and closed again, hesitating for a long time, but finally sighed.

Forget it, I'm not a policeman, so I can't rush to do all the police's work...

"nothing!"

He smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, goodbye!"

Yang Qichao forced a smile: "Boss Li, walk slowly!"

But I was cursing in my heart: Don’t come here again.

The two shook hands and walked to the door. Li Ding'an also waved.

Wang Chenggong stood by the car and smoked. He was surprised when he saw what the two of them had in their hands: "Aren't you here to ask for news? Why did you buy two more items belonging to the monk?"

He didn't dare to say anything and opened the car door for Li Ding'an.

After starting the vehicle, the off-road vehicle turned around and slowly drove towards the entrance of the village.

Yang Qichao breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yang Taifa again, and endured it again and again.

Fuck you, who did you bring to me?

"Taifa, come back!"

"Oh okay..." Yang Taifa also felt something was wrong, squeezed out a smile, turned around and left.

There were only two couples left at the door, and a little dog wagging its head.

Yang Qi Chaoyue became more and more frightened as he thought about it, and kicked him violently. The little puppy let out a "whimper" and rolled far away.

"What are you doing?" My wife was also shocked, "Aren't you... selling it for a loss?"

"Excuse me!"

The two pieces of jade were bright and shiny, without a single trace of ding, so it was obvious that they were carved by a machine.

Not to mention the incense burner, the honeycombs are placed next to each other, and they look like something from the great steelmaking period. And the wooden fish was scratched one after another, and it might not even be older than myself.

Four things, let alone forty thousand, four thousand is too much.

"Then why are you so angry?"

"You know shit..."

As soon as the second brother came out and the two brothers dug out the things, the police came to the door?

The key point is, if those in the basement just take out one item, they must not be sentenced to another fifteen years?

No, I have to call my second brother...

Yang Qi walked towards the first floor with great speed. (End of chapter)