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Lei Xiaoluo and Xiaomeng looked at each other, and then he said with a sneer, "Uncle, are you kidding me? Even my girlfriend can tell that this flute is an antique, and you say it's worthless?"

"No, no, you misunderstood me!" The middle-aged man took off his glasses and said, "This is not fake, I can be sure it is not an imitation of modern technology! I mean, I can't see it I don't know the age it belongs to, and I don't know what material it is made of."

Lei Xiaoluo said in his heart that it is only an ancient thing, and that dead ghost father who came to brother would not lie to his good son with a fake thing, there is really no need for it!

"Aren't the flutes all made of bamboo, can there be other materials?" Lei Xiaoluo asked puzzled.

The middle-aged man replied with a smile: "General flutes are of course made of bamboo, but they are also made of hardwood. In addition, there are also jade flutes, copper flutes and even iron flutes. Let's just talk about bamboo, which can satisfy those who want to make flutes." There are at least dozens of kinds, such as purple bamboo, Xiangfei bamboo, etc., but this one obviously does not belong to these materials. It looks like wood but not wood, and it looks like gold but not gold. The patterns on it are very delicate, but it is not clear what it is , Gu’er can’t judge! If possible, I’d like to take a closer look, I don’t know…”

"Look!" The reason why Lei Xiaoluo agreed so readily was because the middle-aged man's eyes turned to the magnifying glass next to him more than once, and taking a look with the magnifying glass would not damage anything, so it was naturally possible.

After getting permission, the middle-aged man picked up the magnifying glass and aimed it in the direction of the light.

"Huh!" The middle-aged man frowned immediately.

He moved the magnifying glass in his hand one after another. After comparing, he found that the pattern in the magnifying glass was the same size as when it was not in use, without any change.

This is so strange, it does not conform to the most basic common sense!

The middle-aged man took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, put them on again solemnly, and continued to hold up the magnifying glass to look at them. The situation was exactly the same as before.

"What's the matter, is there any problem?" Lei Xiaoluo asked, what he was most concerned about was how much this flute could be worth.

Brother, I can rely on you in the future. If I can buy a few thousand dollars, I don’t have to worry about running out of food this summer.

"Hey!" The middle-aged man let out a long breath and said, "I can't really distinguish its material and year! But what is certain is that this kind of musical instrument is at least before the Tang and Song Dynasties, and the year should not be different. Will be under 1000 years!"

Lei Xiaoluo's saliva is almost drooling, 1000 years, isn't that very valuable?

"However, since there is no way to determine the year and material, it is impossible to make a correct valuation!" The middle-aged man handed the flute back to him and said, "I have been doing cultural relics research all my life, and this is the first time I have encountered such a problem." !"

"That's such a pity!" Lei Xiaoluo looked disappointed.

Xiaomeng, who had been silent all this time, said, "Brother Xiaolei, what shall we eat in the future?"

Lei Xiaoluo pointed to the sky, meaning that God knows, my brother won't take you to the swimming pool for dinner, it's okay to say once or twice, it's definitely not appropriate to go every day!

By the way, what did your girl have for lunch today?

"Why, are you two short of money?" The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"To be honest, it's true!" Lei Xiaoluo felt that there was nothing to hide, if there was money to spend, who would bring the baby here!

The middle-aged man thought of a compromise: "If this is not the case, if you keep the things, I will give you 3000 yuan first, and after I research its specific value, I will give you the rest! Of course At that time, if you feel that the price I gave is inappropriate, you only need to return the 3000 yuan and you can take the flute, how about it?"

This is indeed a good idea, but how can I trust you?If I leave on the front foot and you run off with the flute on the back foot, who do I go to?

We must know that there are not many good people these days, even if the government has made some kind of mistake, it will use the excuse of temporary workers to fool the common people.

"I also have a suggestion. I allow you to take pictures. You can study them as you like, and just pay me the fee for taking pictures!" Lei Xiaoluo said with a smile: "And I guarantee that you are the only copy and enjoy its copyright. How about it?"

The eyes of the middle-aged man brightened, and he thought to himself that this kid has a lot of tricks!

"Alright, I believe there will be no one who is so relieved to hand over the treasure to someone he doesn't know!" The middle-aged man took out a beautifully made business card, handed it to him and asked at the same time: "How much copyright fee do you want?" ?”

Luo Xiaolei stretched out three fingers and shook them.

"Three thousand, not too much!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said.

What Lei Xiaoluo wanted to say was three hundred, and when he was about to correct the middle-aged man, Xiaomeng grabbed his hand and said with a smile: "Uncle, you also said that this flute is not ordinary. After reading the research results, attaching pictures will definitely earn you a lot of royalties. You know that there is no truth without pictures, what do you think?"

Xiaomeng glanced at the middle-aged man's business card just now. In addition to stating that he is the manager and senior appraiser of this antique shop, it also has the name of a professor of the History Department of Huacheng University!

Professors are required to publish papers on a regular basis, and Xiaomeng has grasped this point.

"That's too expensive! Even if it is published in archaeological journals at home and abroad, the manuscript fee is pitifully low!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I will give you [-] at most. If it works, I will prepare a digital camera. Already!"

Lei Xiaoluo's heart started beating wildly, how many photos should I take for [-] yuan?

This is Dizi, not a world supermodel!

"Two thousand will be a deal, otherwise there will be no discussion!" Xiaomeng took Lei Xiaoluo's arm again and said, "Let's go!"

"Wait, two thousand is two thousand!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, took out a SLR camera with a large barrel lens from under the counter, counted two thousand pieces from his wallet, and handed it to Lei Xiaoluo.

Lei Xiaoluo was about to reach out, but Xiaomeng took a step ahead, holding her in her arms like a baby, as if if anyone would grab me, I would fight for my life.

This guy shrugged sadly, that's my money!

In front of the middle-aged man, Lei Xiaoluo was afraid of embarrassing herself by grabbing money from a girl, so she could only watch helplessly as the stack of red banknotes was held firmly in her arms.

The middle-aged man moved quickly, and quickly took pictures of every detail of the flute. After he generated the picture in his heart, he could zoom in infinitely, and he would always figure out what the pattern on it represented.

The flash flashed dozens of times in a row. During this process, Lei Xiaoluo just winked at Xiaomeng and didn't pay attention to what the middle-aged man was photographing.

"Okay!" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I have a blog number on my business card, and I will put the research results on the blog when the time comes, so you can see it!"

"Well, it's okay, let's go first!" Lei Xiaoluo picked up the flute with one hand, grabbed Xiaomeng's arm with the other, and ran out.

This guy is in a hurry to go out and share the spoils.