Cheng Hao was woken up by the sound of birds in the trees.

It was already dusk, and the storm had long since stopped.

Cheng Hao got up from the ground and touched his nose as soon as possible.

"It's all right!"

He was pleasantly surprised to find that his nose was intact and did not appear to have been injured by lightning.

"The sense of smell is alright, right?"

Cheng Hao muttered in his heart, and sniffed deeply at the banyan tree behind him.

"It's a fresh smell of grass and trees, it seems that the sense of smell is normal!"

Cheng Hao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his sense of smell was not only fine, but also seemed to be sharper.

At this time, a strong consciousness suddenly flashed in his mind: "Banyan tree, also known as ficus fine-leaved, is the only species of ficus subgenus of the ficus family, with an age of 934 years and more than 6,000 aerial roots. ”

Cheng Hao was stunned: "What's the situation?" How could such a thought come to your mind? ”

He glanced at the big banyan tree behind him: "This banyan tree is 934 years old?" ”

Although I know that this ancient banyan tree is very old, but the specific age, the oldest old man in the village does not know, how can I automatically report such an accurate number in my mind, and it sounds very reliable?

"What's going on, what's going on...... Cheng Hao couldn't help but take a deep breath around the banyan tree.

The surprise happened again, and the consciousness just now was repeated in my mind: "Banyan tree, also known as ficus fine-leaved, is the only species of the ficus subgenus of the ficus family, with an age of 934 years and more than 6,000 aerial roots. ”

Cheng Hao's eyes slowly widened, and he suddenly had a bold guess: "Could it be that after being struck by that lightning, you can smell the variety and year of the object by your sense of smell?" ”

Thinking that his nose suddenly had such a magical function, Cheng Hao gasped.

It doesn't matter if he sucks this one, as soon as he finished sucking, a consciousness flashed in his mind: "Cheng Hao, 23 years old, civilian, bachelor degree, major in archives management, unmarried, skills: you can't carry it on your shoulders, you can't pick it with your hands, you don't have outstanding skills; Low value. ”

The last sentence of "low value" made Cheng Hao feel heartbroken: "It's good if people don't tear it down!" I'm still young and a potential stock! ”

"But...... It's amazing that you can even sniff out the personal information of a living person! Cheng Hao was overjoyed, "I'll try again, is it really that smart!" ”

He looked around, found a random bush, plucked a weed, and sniffed it to his nose.

The mind immediately responded: "Alfalfa grass, a wild herbaceous plant, has a growth period of 52 days, mostly used as cattle and sheep feed, low value!" ”

Cheng Hao picked up a pebble on the ground again and sniffed it: "Living things can be measured, I don't know if dead things can work?" ”

The mind consciously replied: "A ubiquitous pebble, granite, 42 million years old, contains only a very small amount of iron oxide and chalcopyrite, has no mining value, but can be used as a building material." ”

"It's all going to work?!!" Cheng Hao smiled, threw the pebbles, and suddenly saw a round warped edge protruding from his feet, which seemed to be a round hard object.

"What is this?"

Cheng Hao squatted down and used his fingers to scrape off the mud on the surface of the rounded edge, revealing a little shape.

"Like a coin?"

Cheng Hao divided it by two, dug it out of the ground, and found that it was not an ordinary coin, because it was about 4 centimeters in diameter, which was much larger than ordinary coins.

"Seems like an ancient coin?" Cheng Hao was in the mud, subconsciously put the coin in front of him, and sniffed at his nose.

As the breath of ancient coins entered his nostrils, Cheng Hao's mind immediately flashed with spiritual sense: "Qing Dynasty two-cent silver coin, made in Beiyang Province, Guangxu ingot, 111 years ago, 3.9 cm in diameter."

The coin has a total of 3 small notches and is 7% wearable, making it in excellent condition.

There are very few surviving pieces, only a few hundred, which are very popular with collectors and are of high value. ”

Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment: "Silver coins of the Qing Dynasty? Isn't that antique-grade! ”

He rubbed the mud from the silver coin, which could not be cleaned, and hurried down the hill to a brook, where he carefully scrubbed it with a paper towel against the water.

After rubbing it for about ten minutes, the mud on the silver coin was almost washed away, and the silver coin also showed its true face of silver white.

I saw that the front was engraved with the words "Guangxu ingots", and the outermost circle was engraved with "made in Beiyang, Kuping seven coins and two cents".

The back of the silver coin is carved with a dragon, the dragon's claws are flying, and even the texture of the dragon scales is very fine and exquisite, even if there is a little black dirt, but it reveals a full of noble atmosphere!

"High value? If it can be recognized as high-value, it must be very valuable, right? Tomorrow I will go to the antique market in the city to find someone to identify it! Cheng Hao smiled.

"Haha, I'm Cheng Hao finally going to be transferred! Not only does he have such a magical nose, but he can also pick up such a treasure! ”

He wrapped the silver coin in a tissue and carefully put it in his pocket.

Early the next morning, Cheng Hao couldn't wait to take the country bus into the city.

He came to a local antique street called Yunjin Street.

Both sides of the street are full of roadside stalls, which are full of all kinds of cultural toys - gold and silver jewelry, root carving ornaments, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, jade, etc., all kinds of miscellaneous things, the vendors are enthusiastically shouting, very lively.

Cheng Hao was dazzled, but he didn't stop.

These small traders are selling handicrafts and eating mixed rice, and without the eye of a connoisseur, it is impossible to help them identify ancient coins, nor do they have the ability to identify, and they have to find that kind of powerful big shop.

The further you go down the street, the fewer roadside stalls there are, and the sparser the crowd becomes.

Inside are some big stores.

Cheng Hao stopped in front of a shop with a plaque that read "Coin Pavilion".

This is a very large storefront, the decoration is simple and atmospheric, the use of good yellow peach wood, the color is light and elegant, and the grade comes up instantly.

It's like a noisy vegetable market outside, but it's very quiet here.

Cheng Hao once happened to see the Coin Pavilion on the camera in a treasure appreciation show, and this one is still relatively trustworthy.

Cheng Hao walked in with apprehension, and muttered in his heart: "I hope the owner of this shop is reliable and will not slaughter an antique novice like me." ”

The owner of the Coin Pavilion is called Wang Chunlin, a tall and thin middle-aged man.

The Coin Pavilion is mainly engaged in the trading of ancient coins, but there are also many counters such as jade ornaments, bracelets, and wood.

At this time, there was no business in the morning, and the boss Wang Chunlin was sitting in the hall with his old friend Zhao Shuqing, facing the two ancient coins on the table, at a loss.

Because the two of them were staring too intently at the ancient coins on the table, they didn't notice Cheng Hao coming in for a while.

"Still can't tell!"

Wang Chunlin's eyebrows were twisted together, his forehead was even more sweaty, and he used a magnifying glass to check back and forth at the two ancient coins on the table: "Whether it is the size, pattern texture, or rust color, these two Heavenly Treasures are exactly the same, how to divide them?" ”

Wang Chunlin has only one feeling now, and his brain hurts because of these two Heavenly Treasures that are difficult to distinguish between true and false!

"This time it's really troublesome, I boasted in front of Zhong Lao yesterday that I would definitely be able to identify the authenticity of these two Heavenly Treasures!" Wang Chunlin complained to the obese middle-aged man next to him, that is, his friend Zhao Shuqing.

Zhao Shuqing waved his hand: "Forget it, you can rest first, we have both been watching it all morning, if we can see it, we will see it sooner." ”

Zhao Shuqing paused, and said worriedly: "In the afternoon, you are going to attend the birthday banquet of Zhong Lao's seventy-fifth birthday, if you can't identify it, and make a joke at the birthday banquet where celebrities gather, I'm afraid that the signboard of your coin pavilion will ......."

"Who's to say it isn't!" Wang Chunlin reluctantly put down the magnifying glass and sighed deeply:

"It's really that these two Heavenly Favor Treasures are too similar, and they have reached the point of being fake. If I knew this was the case, I shouldn't have made such a big promise and promised so happily. Zhong Lao knows so many collectors who can't tell the difference, you can imagine how difficult this appraisal is! ”

The two talked to themselves, completely ignoring Cheng Hao behind them.

After listening to the conversation between the two, Cheng Hao understood the general situation of the matter, looked at the two copper coins covered with green patina on the table, and smiled secretly: "I don't know if my nose can smell the real and fake ......."

Cheng Hao asked softly, "May I ask who is the boss?" ”

Wang Chunlin and Zhao Shuqing noticed Cheng Hao at this time, turned around, and were stunned when they saw Cheng Hao.

Big shops generally do big business, and those who dare to come in here are generally old connoisseurs who are either rich or expensive.

It's the first time I've seen Cheng Hao come in like this, and he's an undried kid!

Fortunately, Wang Chunlin is not a snob, although Cheng Hao is dressed poorly, he still got up and greeted: "I am the boss Wang Chunlin." Is there something wrong with this little brother? ”

Cheng Hao took a step forward, took a breath lightly, and immediately had a hint in his mind: "Wang Chunlin, 58 years old, antique shop owner, widowed, has a beautiful daughter, skills: identify small antiques, especially good at ancient coins." Net worth of tens of millions. ”

Cheng Hao pointed to the table with a smile: "Boss Wang, can you let me take a look at the ancient coins on your table?" ”

Wang Chunlin was stunned, looked at Cheng Hao carefully, and looked at Cheng Hao with some suspicion in his eyes: "Little brother, you also know ancient coins?" ”

Cheng Hao nodded cheekily: "I know a little bit about it, just let me take a look." ”

Zhao Shuqing next to him reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Children, go to those roadside stalls outside, this is not a place for you to play." ”

Obviously, he didn't believe that Cheng Hao understood ancient coins at all.

Cheng Hao didn't care about him, and seeing that Wang Chunlin didn't explicitly object, he walked to the table, picked up the ancient coin on the right, and pretended to observe it.

"Be careful, you can't afford to pay for it."

Zhao Shuqing's tone was fierce, and he looked at Cheng Hao with disgust.

Cheng Hao was ostensibly observing, but he actually leaned in front of his nose to sniff the breath of ancient coins.

In just a moment, his mind flashed through his mind, telling him that this was the real product of Heavenly Treasure!

However, in order to show his incomprehension, he still pretended to look up and down carefully for two minutes.

Then he picked up the ancient coin on his left, and immediately recognized it in his mind - an imitation with a 95% degree of imitation and only two hidden defects!

"The degree of appearance simulation is 95%...... It is almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye, so it is no wonder that even such a senior connoisseur cannot identify it. ”

But fakes, after all, are fakes, and there is nothing to hide under the super-sensitive sense of smell!

Cheng Hao already knew the flaws of fakes in his mind.