Returning to his seat, Xin Zhi whispered to Yan Jun, "I just asked an acquaintance, and he thought there was something wrong with this sword, so I said, when did the little devil get so good and send our national treasure back, it turned out to be a fake!" ”

"Fake?" Yan Jun is strange, the induction of the golden silk ant should not be wrong, what is going on?

"This Mochizuki sharpens iron like clay, if you don't believe it, please look at it!"

The little devil took a rebar the thickness of a little finger, slashed it with a sword, and with a click, the rebar was cut off. But everyone saw that the little devil had a lot of strength, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy to cut the rebar. The sharpness of this long sword is doubtful, because modern swords can do just that.

"Well, sharpen iron like clay, this is a real sword!" The little devil boasted proudly.

At this moment, some people couldn't look at it, and snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "What is looking at the moon and looking at the sun, I haven't heard of it at all, and it is like clay, if you can cut it, I will buy it immediately!" ”

The man was pointing to an iron bump, large at both ends and small in the middle, but the smallest part was five or six centimeters in diameter, which was a dumbbell for exercising arm strength. When everyone looked at it, they all had a thief's smile on their faces, which was several times thicker than an iron bar.

"Okay, if I can cut it off, I can buy it with all my might, cut it quickly, let us see!"

"Yes, the sword that sharpens iron like clay, aren't you afraid?"

The people around were ridiculing, and there were still people who wanted to bid, but they couldn't help the noise of the people next to them, and they also understood that there seemed to be something wrong with the sword. The three little devils of the island country had angry faces on their faces, but they did not do what everyone asked.

"Hmph, you deceive people too much, no matter how powerful your sword is, it is impossible to cut such a thick iron rod!"

"That's what you said, sharpen iron like clay, what's the matter, now it's wilting?" Xin Zhi laughed twice, "I know you guys can't get good goods!" That kind of disdain made the three of the island country extremely angry.

"Yaga!" The islanders with swords were furious.

"Paralyzed little devil, looking for death, right?"

"Collapsed a few turtle sons!"

The crowd was so excited that two people even took out their guns, seeing that there was about to be a murder here. The organizer Jiang Mingzheng's face trembled, and he quickly stood up, "Don't get excited, Fujino, we need an explanation!" ”

With a snap, the little devil named Fujino next to him slapped his face, making the scolding little devil stunned.

"Don't apologize to you yet!"

They know that this is China, not a place where they can spread wild, and the people who come here have a very deep background, just look at the people with guns. The little devil who was beaten reacted immediately, and hurriedly bent down to apologize, "I'm sorry, the well was wrong, please forgive me!" ”

said that he slapped himself twice in the face, which is a good attitude of admitting his mistakes.

This is the virtue of the Chinese people, and when others bow their heads and admit defeat, they forgive others. A few people who pulled out guns also scolded and sat down.

Fujino replaced Inoue, he took the long sword and bowed, and then said with a gloomy face, "You are all people who understand, although there is no historical record of this sword, it can be called a sword, and it should have been made in the Tang Dynasty." The price is 1 million, and each bid must not be less than 100,000, start now! He didn't explain anymore and went straight to the bidding process, but he was ready to be unsold.

If you want to talk about this sword, the little devil really used means, there were originally two gaps in the blade, and they were stunned to be repaired, almost exactly the same as the original. However, this is really an ancient sword, and the specific age cannot be examined, but it can be determined that it is an ancient sword in China, and it should be very good to use it to fool the Chinese people. Who knew that Huaxia people were not all fools, and they were not fooled.

After a minute, there was no one to ask for the price, and everyone felt that these little devils were not in a good mood, and there was nothing surprising about the long sword except that it was as smooth as a mirror. After another minute, there was still no one to bid, and many people showed a mocking look in their eyes, watching a few of them perform like clowns, Fujino couldn't stand it anymore, his face trembled, and he was about to remove the things.

"A million!" Yan Jun suddenly asked for a price.

Everyone looked here, and I wonder which fool jumped into such an obvious pit?

"No matter how you say it, it's also our Huaxia thing, it doesn't matter if you buy it for fun!" Yan Jun smiled, others just thought he was an angry youth.

"This gentleman has bid a million, has anyone else bid?"

Fujino shouted three times, but no one paid attention, so he could only knock on the table, "Deal." ”

Immediately, a little devil sent the long sword with the box, Yan Jun gave a box of money to the other party, the count was completed, and the transaction was over.

The little devil above took out something again, this time it was a painting, and it was also a figure painting, and the signature turned out to be Tang Yin. It was this signature that made everyone move forward as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and if it weren't for the little devils reaching out to stop them, these people would have touched their heads to the pictures.

"You can only see it, you can't touch it!" Fujino's face trembled, and he hung up the picture and watched it from the side.

The people who come here have status, and although they are excited, they can control it. Most of the people's eyes widened, of course, something like this national treasure level should be cautious and cautious, even Master Yan was not calm, and stood in front of the picture to observe carefully.

"This line, this technique, like, it's so similar!" Xin Zhi chattered, but peeked at Master Yan's expression as he spoke. He has a good hobby of antiques, but he is not good at everything, and he said these words in order to throw bricks and attract jade, and he wanted to hear Master Yan's evaluation.

Who knew that Master Yan didn't hear what Xin Zhi said at all, he was now concentrating on the painting, everything he saw in his eyes and thought in his heart was the painting, and there was nothing else at all. Xin Dashao was speechless for a while, so he had to ask others about the results.

"In my opinion, this is the real thing, 'Painting Luo skirt, can end, weigh the waist. The willow eyebrows and peach face are full of spring, and the spirit is thin and charming. It's a pity that Xu, fallen into the wind and dust', the picture not only has the vigorous backbone of the Southern Song Dynasty ink, but also sees the ethereal and elegant dancing lines in the brushwork, the whole picture is moist and clean, and the book is full of energy. "The one who speaks is full of spirit, and has some energetic meaning," Tang Yin's work has a novel composition, with four palace maids with towering buns and beaded crowns, standing opposite each other, two whispering softly facing the audience, and the other two holding pots and dinner plates, showing people on their backs. The four of them are slender, thin, and their heads are tilted to varying degrees, and with their hand movements, the overall shape and layout are harmonious and natural, and full of dynamics. ”

Xin Dashao, who said a few words, was itchy in his heart, and he looked like he had met a confidant, and the two of them had a good time. Then they exchanged business cards, and they were Tibetan friends. However, Xin Zhi knew that he had a few brushes, and if he wanted to buy them, he still needed to wait for Master Yan's conclusion.

After half an hour, Yan Jun was tired of being frozen, and his eyelids were a little fighting. The golden silk ant didn't say anything about the painting, and Yan Jun didn't mix it. Out of boredom, he could only fiddle with the long sword in his hand, and he didn't understand what this sword deserved the attention of the golden ant. In addition to the cold air, there didn't seem to be anything special, looking at the dumbbell, Yan Jun couldn't help but walk over.