Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

The sky is blue, the blue waves are endless, and the sea breeze blows, making the scales shine.

Islands are dotted like stars, roads are winding like giant snakes, and countless high-rise buildings are dotted with lights.

The sea breeze blows, mixed with salty moisture and a light fishy smell, and a wisp of light smoke curls up.

The scenery is beautiful, but the man has no desire to appreciate it. He always feels that wherever there is the sea, there is a prison, which makes him breathless.

I looked at my watch, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, and I looked at my phone again, there was no sign that it was going to ring.

He sighed: "Where are the ladies and guests scheduled to meet?"

"Madam never said that!"

"Ask."

"it is good!"

The assistant contacted her quickly. A minute later, he lowered his waist and said, "Boss, my wife is at the Interstate Hotel!"

"Go take a look!"

"Ok!"

The assistant pushed the wheelchair down to the rooftop, and two more servants came over and put away the incense burner and red wine on the table.

Later, an RV drove down the hill toward the city center.

It's getting late, and the lights of the city are getting brighter and brighter.

There was a buzz of people, the music was roaring, and the aroma of various ingredients wafted faintly.

He has always disliked Singapore, thinking the place was too cramped and snobbish.

Hundreds of square kilometers, more than half of which are scattered islands, can become a country, which is a miracle in itself.

But now, it has surpassed Hong Kong and become the third largest financial center in the world, which is even more of a miracle among miracles.

But Lin Yuan always felt that the Nanyang Chinese were more like yellow-skinned Jews, philistine and greedy.

Therefore, he disliked it even more.

It just happened out of emotion. Not long after, the RV drove into the Interstate Hotel.

After making a call, a woman in a long skirt came out of the elevator in another minute.

He is in his forties, with big eyes and fine lines covering the corners of his eyes. But the skin is very white, the facial features are also very delicate, and the figure is also very good, with a somewhat charming charm.

The assistant bent down: "Miss Tang!"

The woman waved her hand, squatted down, tied the man's shoelaces, and held his hand: "Why are you here?"

"It's boring to be alone!"

"Are you worried about me?"

"No, just came over to take a look!"

Lin Yuan denied it, and the woman covered her mouth and smiled again.

"It's already here, then help me take a look!"

The man nodded lightly, and the wheelchair entered the elevator, and then entered a suite.

There were not many people, they were all his own people. Lin Yuan looked around: "Where are the guests?"

“At the Sands (Hotel).”

"Ok?"

"After taking the information, we left and temporarily rented a room in the interstate. We planned to wait until there is really no tail and then return to Mount Huaba."

"That's right. After all, it's a business worth tens of billions. You really have to be careful... Where is the information?"

The woman pointed to the TV and the laptop below, "Open it!"

"Okay Miss Tang!"

The assistant closed the curtains and the secretary turned off most of the light sources. Only four downlights were turned on in the corners of the room, emitting a faint light.

Click the play button and the scene starts from the beginning, as if in a cave, quiet and dark. There were only two flashlight-like beams going around like floating ghosts.

The light and shadow are shaking, and you can see that they are two people, but the image has been processed so that you can't see their faces. You only know that they are a man and a woman.

Suddenly, the light beam stopped orbiting and shined on a bottle of sculpture.

It was covered with dust, and the original appearance could no longer be seen. If you wiped it clean with your fingers, it reflected a dazzling light.

The green is faint, the yellow is clear, the green is like emerald, and the light is like amber.

The owner of the hand picked up another piece of cloth... no, he should have taken off a piece of clothing and wiped it gently.

The colors become more and more vivid, and the sculpture reveals its true appearance.

"stop!"

He waved his hand, the woman pressed the pause button, and Lin Yuan controlled the wheelchair and moved closer.

Hanging eyebrows, drooping ears, and long beard.

Angry eyes, towering, cross-legged.

Lin Yuan's pupils shrank: Tota Arhat!

The size is like a real person, and the expression is even more like a real person, lifelike and lifelike.

The glaze is full of colors, the figure is majestic and straight, the clothes are fluttering, the treasure is solemn, and an elegant and mysterious atmosphere blows towards the face.

Looking more closely, compared to the bottle in the American Convention Museum, this bottle has a more beautiful shape, a more vivid image, a more lifelike expression, more elegant clothes, more advanced craftsmanship, and higher artistic achievements.

The most important thing is that it is more completely preserved without any bumps or signs of repair.

He breathed out softly: "Top grade!"

The woman's eyes lit up, she gestured, and the screen continued to play.

The second bottle, Happy Arhat.

It's still the same bottle as before, with bright colors, beautiful shapes, and a sense of art all over the body.

Lin Yuan didn't shout to stop again, and the picture continued to play.

There are eighteen bottles of Arhat holding a bowl, Arhat sitting quietly, Arhat crossing the river, Arhat happy, Arhat reaching for his hand, Arhat meditating.

The woman watched mesmerizedly, with a look of intoxication in her eyes, but the man's face was calm and did not change at all.

She seemed to notice something and turned back suddenly: "Is there... something wrong?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "No, the authentic Liao three-color Eighteen Arhats, typical of the Liao Dynasty Jing Kiln (Liao Shangjing, now Bahrain, Inner Mongolia) craftsmanship."

"no problem?"

"Really not, and the quality and craftsmanship should not be too good: in my opinion, the eleven bottles that were shipped out during the Republic of China and are now stored in six countries on three continents are more like country goods."

"Then aren't you surprised?"

"I've seen too much!" Lin Yuan smiled, "Is there anything surprising?"

Not to mention just the three colors of Liao Dynasty, even if the entire Forbidden City were moved in front of him, he would not blink an eye.

Women understand.

"How much does the customer offer?"

"We haven't discussed it yet. We are told to see the goods first."

"Oh..." The man said noncommittally, "If it's all the things in this video, then there's no problem."

The man looked at the paused screen again, "Why is there no sound?"

"The USB flash drive given by the customer must have been silenced."

He nodded, as calm as ever.

But there was some suspicion in my heart.

Of course there is nothing wrong with the things: it is a dry, wind-free and oxygenated environment, and it has been there for more than five hundred years, so it is not a recent move.

There is nothing wrong with the landform in the video: a typical folded mountain system, acidic magma rock erosion and weathering geology, and a dry and anhydrous loess soil desertification zone, which is very consistent with the landform of Mongolia's South Gobi Province.

Combined with the overwhelming news in Mongolia, it is basically the same batch that was stolen from South Gobi Province.

What’s unusual is that how did such a large and eye-catching item get declared through customs, and how did it get shipped out?

As for imitation handicrafts... Even with Mongolia's industrial productivity and artistic quality, even a fool would not believe it.

This is simply not something that international auction companies and art companies can do...

Lin Yuan Youzai took a look: the video screen was frozen, one hand was holding a piece of clothing and was wiping the dust on the last bottle of Buddha images.

A very ordinary hand with slender fingers and thin cracks on the fingertips.

The skin is slightly dry, and small dark spots are faintly visible on the back of the hands.

At first glance, it looks like pockmarks or tire marks, but only people who cook frequently know that they are caused by the hot oil splashed when cooking.

But it's still very ordinary, nothing surprising, let alone anything...

He thought for a while: "The guest is in Jinsha, right?" "Yes, I have already arranged for someone!"

"Send me there!"

"Do you want to meet the guests?"

"No!" Lin Yuan shook his head, "Just take a look from a distance and judge for you!"

The woman smiled: "Thank you for your hard work!"

The man nodded, and the assistant pushed up the wheelchair and left the room.

The woman narrowed her eyes: "Watch closely!"

"Don't worry, Miss, I've already arranged someone at Jin Shao Hotel!"

"I mean sir!"

"Oh, I understand..."

……

There is a laptop on the coffee table. The light is very dark and the picture quality is a bit blurry, but the voice is very clear: "Li Ding'an, what is this?"

"Liao Sancai, Eighteen Arhats!"

"Is it expensive?"

"It's very expensive and can no longer be measured in terms of money..."

"Do you want to transport it back?"

"How lucky are you? Can you carry it back?"

"Oh……"

Yu Huiyin was a little disappointed, and her face fell.

However, Zhang Hanguang's eyes were gleaming, and he glanced at Chen Jingshu sitting by the window with a ghostly look, and then quietly turned up the volume a little.

Unfortunately, Chen Jingshu stared at the ceiling as if her soul was wandering.

Afterwards, Li Ding'an was busy wiping the dust off the Buddha's image, and Yu Huiyin was also lighting it beside him. The two of them said nothing again.

After looking at it again, Chen Jingshu was still the same as before. Zhang Hanguang was a little disappointed: It's strange, why didn't she react at all?
Haven't you always said that Li Ding'an is your man? Did you see that your man just held another woman’s hand...

Seeing him scratching his head and scratching his head, his curiosity almost overflowing, Ye Gaoshan didn't know what to say.

Director Zhang, you are also a dignified director after all. Can you stop being such a gossip?

It felt like he was more than just curious about Li Ding'an's nonsense.

Get it clear, are you here to handle a case?
Ye Gaoshan sighed helplessly, but was glared at by Zhang Hanguang.

He thought for a while and closed the notebook: "Mr. Chen!"

"Ok!"

"When you went to see Li Ding'an, how was his injury?"

Li Ding'an?
Chen Jingshu came to her senses, slowly turned her head, and looked at him calmly: "Director Zhang, what do you want to ask?"

For no reason, Zhang Hanguang felt guilty.

This expression and eyes are so calm, so calm that it makes people feel scared.

"I'm just worried about him."

"Really? Didn't you go to the hospital to see me? Why didn't you ask?" Chen Jingshu smiled, "Besides, it's not like we don't have a phone, why didn't you ask?"

Zhang Hanguang smiled bitterly: This woman has thorns...

Cursing secretly in his heart, the phone buzzed. He took a look and saw that it was a text message.

Just four words: The fish has arrived.

Zhang Hanguang took a breath and slowly straightened his waist...

……

It's almost nine o'clock, and the nightlife has just begun. Neon lights are swaying back and forth, bustling crowds gather under the night, and the city becomes colorful.

A taxi stopped in front of the hotel and Quan Ying got out.

The upper body is in a suspender belt, the lower body is wearing a one-step skirt, and the chest is billowy.

Her wavy hair is casually draped over her shoulders, her face is painted with light makeup, and she wears crystal high heels on her feet. Her calves are tight, white, slender, and powerful.

The driver opened the trunk, the doorman unloaded the luggage, and Quan Ying swayed into the hall.

The sound of high heels stepping on marble is crisp and loud.

The more beautiful things are, the more eye-catching they are, and the guests in the hall subconsciously turn their eyes.

Lin Yuan was sitting at the coffee bar, wearing a peaked cap and thick square-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was holding a magazine in his hand, covering most of his face.

He was no exception. He glanced at Quan Ying sideways, but it was just a glance. His eyelids couldn't stop twitching and he never moved his eyes away.

Register, swipe the card... Quan Ying took the room card and turned around.

Lin Yuan watched her get into the elevator.

He took out his phone again and clicked on a video.

Quan Ying stood on the stage, holding a gavel in his hand. On the screen behind him was a close-up photo of a blue and white brush wash from the Ming Dynasty.

And Su Fubi’s English LOGO is particularly eye-catching.

After looking at it for a long time, he really didn't admit his mistake. He turned over it a few more times:

A short, stocky man bit his face with a ferocious expression, held up a stainless steel pipe, and pounced on the woman in front of him like a wild beast.

The woman's beauty turned pale and her face turned pale.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over, picked up the woman with one hand, grabbed the dragon-patterned vat on the booth with the other, and smashed it down hard.

"Wow..."

The porcelain pieces shattered on the ground, and the short and stocky man sat down on the ground.

The young man still held the base of the porcelain jar in his hand.

Behind him is also Su Fubi's LOGO.

The man is young and handsome, with handsome features and a thin and muscular body.

The skin is thin and white, and the fingers are slender, but dark brown spots are faintly visible on the back of the hand.

Haha...can this be a coincidence?
Lin Yuan put down his cell phone, leaned back gently on the chair, and covered his face with a magazine.

My brain couldn't stop being excited, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I sighed softly in my heart: Li Ding'an, we meet again...

Secretly happy for a long time, he breathed out gently and picked up the phone again.

"Jiamin, have you gone back?"

"Still at the Interstate Hotel, we have to wait a little longer!"

"Well, don't be too tired..." Lin Yuan smiled, "I forgot to ask you before, which auction house does the customer look for when delivering goods out of the country?"

"It's Su Fubi..." There was a pause on the phone, as if he changed his posture when answering the phone. "There are only two art auction companies in Mongolia that are qualified to collect and auction. One is Christie's. The other one is Su Fubi...

But because during the spring auction, Christie's cooperation with Japan's Okura Shrine had some problems, and it was listed as a key subject of supervision by the Mongolian immigration department, so the customer could only settle for the next best thing and cooperate with Su Fubi..."

Sure enough, it was Su Fubi again.

Tang Jiamin, have you forgotten the dragon-patterned vat in Shanghai?
It was also Su Fubi that time...

There’s also Christie’s spring auction.

He had never understood or knew the inside story of the inner body, but Lin Yuan always felt that there was something familiar about it.

Like Su Fubi's Lushang spring auction the year before last, or like the May Day sale of the same year, when the Shenyang antiques industry was in a state of disarray?
Li Ding'an, it was you who did it again, right?

He smiled silently: "Have you verified it?"

"Don't worry, hubby!"

What should I worry about? It’s not me who dies?

"As long as you're confident!" He nodded, "There's nothing going on here, so I'll go back to Thailand first!"

"Don't you want me to go back with you?"

"No...you know, I don't like the sea!"

"Then I'll book the tickets for you. When?"

"The sooner the better, tomorrow!"

"it is good!"

After hanging up the phone, he took a long breath: Tang Jiamin, I wish you good luck! (End of chapter)