As a result, Mao chased back immediately: Hufeng and I went out at 6 o'clock, afraid that you wouldn't get up, so I didn't call you.

Tang Yi then remembered that last night Hu Feng and Mao Qi went out to eat, he had dinner with Lao Huang, and when he came back with this box, he went back to the room without contacting them.

"What are you two doing?" Tang Yi sent another one.

"Pixiu took us to meet a man who was said to be very good at imitating enamel bottles, especially the painters." Mao replied.

"Good. Get in touch again. Tang Yi frowned and replied.

The enamel color is a real court artifact, not to mention the real thing, that is, the broken porcelain pieces dug up at the old kiln site of the porcelain capital are few and few, and they are not the three generations of Kang Yong and Qianqing. As for the painters, that's a bit of nonsense.

Why? During the Kang Yongqian period, the porcelain imperial kiln factory was only responsible for firing white porcelain fetuses, and then escorted them into Beijing, painted in the Qing Palace's manufacturing office, and then fired in the kiln for the second time. The pattern was drawn by the Ruyi Pavilion of the Manufacturing Office, finalized by the emperor himself, and then drawn by the court painter. In the late Qing Dynasty, there was still a small amount of enamel firing, but the first firing and the second firing were only in the porcelain capital, and the enamel color of this period, that is, called enamel color, and the products of the three dynasties of the Qing Dynasty could not be compared at all.

Therefore, when Tang Yi heard this, he didn't take it to heart, and preliminarily concluded that most of them went out of disappointment.

The workshop of this wrought iron company, far away from the junction of urban and rural areas, has the advantage of being on the side of the road, more like a small factory.

Tang Yi got out of the car, took out his mobile phone and called.

After a while, a square-faced man walked out, looking to be forty or fifty years old, with a thin figure and big eyes.

"Mr. Tang is put? Let's go in and talk about it. The man shook Tang Yi's hand, "We have a store in the city, but if you want to open the box, you can only come to the workshop." ”

"yes." Tang Yi nodded and followed the man into the courtyard.

Walking into a room that looked like an office, the man beckoned Tang Yi to sit down. There were four desks in the room, two of which had computers, and two of which were glossy with several porcelain evening newspapers stacked disheveled.

"Sit casually, my surname is Ran." The man said, handing over a business card. General Manager of Tongguang Iron Art Company: Ran Zhenjun.

Looking at the name on the business card, Tang Yi couldn't help but bow his head, Ran Zhenjun was wearing leather sandals with socks in them, and he couldn't tell if he had athlete's foot, and then looked at his hands, there were no signs of fungus.

Tang Yi smiled, put the business card in his pocket, and then opened the bag and carefully put the box on the table.

Ran Zhenjun stepped forward to take a look, and then felt it with his hand, "Mr. Tang, this is not an ordinary iron box, this is alloyed, and it is likely to come from meteoric iron." ”

Ran Zhenjun actually looked very decrepit when he went out to greet guests, but when he described this iron box, he exuded a kind of brilliance, a very confident brilliance, and this kind of self-confidence usually appears in professionals.

"Professional enough, you study metallurgy?" When Tang Yi heard this, it was really a piece of meteoric iron, and asked.

"Yes, I graduated from Yenching University of Science and Technology, and when I was in school, it was still called the Iron and Steel Academy." Ran Zhenjun's attention was already focused on this box at this time, and he replied.

"Then you graduated more than 20 years ago, there were few college students at that time, your major was in demand, and it was not difficult to find a job, how could you ······?" Tang Yi left half a sentence and did not say, with Ran Zhenjun's age and background, there should be no problem in mixing into the technical middle level of a large steel group.

Although he is now called the general manager, he actually received the business of opening the box in person, and he knew the scale of the company, and it is estimated that there are a few blacksmiths under his hands, maybe the designer is still his wife, and he is also responsible for the store department.

"Are you a post-90s generation?" Ran Zhenjun asked suddenly.

Ran Zhenjun also said half of the words. Tang Yi understood what Ran Zhenjun meant, when he graduated, he was not yet born, and it was useless to say more, so he couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "How can you tell it's meteoric iron?" ”

"This box is made of iron-nickel alloy, do you know the coin? It's made of iron-nickel alloy. The iron-nickel alloy is originally silvery-white, and your box has been two hundred years old, and the surface is dirty like this. When Ran Zhenjun talked about his profession, he was in an uproar, but he didn't say how he saw it.

"I just asked how you can tell it's meteorite, meteorite." Tang Yi gently patted Ran Zhenjun's arm.

"Oh, meteorite, it's iron meteorite. The main components of iron meteorites are iron and nickel, with a nickel content of up to 20 percent, and there is no ore on earth that can provide such a high and uniform amount of nickel through direct smelting. The material used in your box is made of iron meteorites directly smelted, and because the process is ancient, it can be seen. Ran Zhenjun explained.

"I said Mr. Ran, you not only understand metallurgy, but also history..."Tang Yi exclaimed.

"I only know the history of metallurgy." Ran Zhenjun waved his hand, "It's very simple to open this box and not hurt the things inside, isn't it iron-nickel alloy?" ”

At this time, Tang Yi didn't rise at all, he patted Ran Zhenjun's arm again, and handed him a strong flashlight, "Look at the crack on the lid." ”

Ran Zhenjun took the flashlight, "Isn't this box lid one?" ”

"Who doesn't want to make a one-piece box? Just to not be able to open? Tang Yi said with a smile.

"That's hard to say, you can put things in first······" As Ran Zhenjun spoke, he lit up with a strong flashlight, and stopped halfway through his words.

After carefully studying it for several minutes, Ran Zhenjun put down the bright flashlight, "It doesn't seem to be metal that seals the box." ”

"Huh?" Tang Yi was shocked, "No, I poked it with a red-hot paper clip, but the thing in the gap was fine, the paper clip was pushed out of a small bump, if it wasn't metal, what was so hard?" And can you stand the red-hot needle? ”

"I can't say anything about this, I only understand metallurgy, and this thing really doesn't look like metal. You can try high-temperature gas cutting, but I'm afraid of hurting your box. Ran Zhenjun shook his head and said.

"Well, based on what you know, think about it, what is not metal, but it's hard and heat-resistant?" Tang Yi asked.

"High temperature resistance, depending on how high. For example, this layer of things can only withstand the temperature of a red-hot needle, the paperclip is red-burned, the temperature is 800 degrees, and the melting point of iron-nickel alloy is more than 1500 degrees, which is not a problem at all. The melting point of this layer must be higher than 800 degrees and lower than 1500 degrees, otherwise it will melt and fill the gap and damage the box. Moreover, it can be well integrated, and it has not separated and fallen off for so long······"

Tang Yi hurriedly stopped Ran Zhenjun, "You just say that there is the most likely thing in this gap." ”

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