Bai Zhuo didn't care what others thought.

He picked up a pen casually and snatched Fang Ding from An Ruoxin's hand.

But seeing that he picked up and fell, he drew a big red cross on the stripes on the square tripod at random, and said while drawing: "The modeling style is the bronze ware of the Xia Dynasty period, but it imitates the pattern of the late Western Zhou Dynasty, and it is not like it, this stripe is inspired by the weaving of bamboo products, and the blade of the knife becomes thinner at the position of the mouth, forming a twisting effect, and the stripes on this tripod are the same thickness, inferior imitations." ”

After speaking, he dropped the dingding and picked up another Warring States variant glazed pattern pot.

"This type of pot was very common during the Warring States period, and it was a type of container used to hold things, and they were not to be engraved with inscriptions. The inscription is usually only seen on the sacrificial ritual bronzes, and what do these words mean? The soil returns to its house, the water returns to its ravine, and the insects do not do it? This is a prayer for blessings, how can it appear on such a container? ”

Then, Bai Zhuo picked up the last bronze.

It was an open can.

"The upper part of this jar is real, and it belongs to the works of the late Western Zhou Dynasty. The lower part is imitated, looking at the process, it should be imitated in the late Qing Dynasty. The interface is here, and it goes in a circle. Its biggest problem is that it lacks five grooves. Because this jar is not designed with a lifting ring, it should be held like this. In order to prevent slippery hands, five finger grooves are left when casting. ”

After speaking, Bai Zhuo put down the bronze under the stunned eyes of several people.

After a brief loss of consciousness, the dark-skinned man suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "Nonsense, groundless, pure nonsense." ”

His companion immediately answered, "On the basis? Which document says that the pattern of this tripod is wrong, and that the pot should not have an inscription? ”

"Uh...... Literature ......"

Bai Zhuo was a little confused.

When it comes to literature, he really doesn't know what literature can be found.

His analysis is only based on the memories and experiences of the previous rebirth in the Xia, Shang and Zhou periods.

As if seeing his embarrassment, the black-faced man sneered: "There is no literature to corroborate? There's no literature to back it up, you're talking about a! ”

"That is, without documentary evidence, aren't you talking nonsense?" The tall and thin man hurriedly agreed.

"It's not easy to make up the reasons before graduating from high school." Chen Xiumei sneered.

Bai Zhuo looked at An Ruoxin.

An Ruoxin shook her head.

"What I said is true, you can't ask for these things, if you want bronzes, I can make you a few." Bai Zhuo said seriously.

As soon as he spoke, Chen Xiumei laughed out loud.

The two men laughed too.

Do it yourself?

It's really a big laugh.

The first time I heard that I made bronzes.

The value of antiques lies in the culture they precipitate and the historicity they reflect.

What is the use of making your own bronzes?

At this moment, a slightly old voice came from behind Bai Zhuo.

"I can prove that his analysis is correct."

Bai Zhuo turned around and found an old man dressed plainly and a beautiful woman about twenty years old standing behind him.

And it was the old man who spoke.

"You? What are you, can you prove it if you say proof? The dark-skinned man asked.

"Don't you want literature? I've got it here. The old man said unhurriedly.

After the words fell, the woman next to him took out a laptop computer and put it on the table.

After a while, some patterns appeared on the computer screen, and it seemed that they were very similar to that Fang Ding.

"This is a cultural relic in the collection of the Central Museum of our country, that is, the original shape of your thing, and these two are the collection of the British Museum, you can look at the pattern on it, it is exactly the same as what this little friend said, and there is an explanation below, you can see it yourself." The old man said lightly.

Hearing this, the tall and thin man stepped forward.

Halfway, he said in frustration: "It's true!" ”

Chen Xiumei also walked over.

Soon, an extremely shocked look appeared on her face.

"How do you understand this? Impossible! Chen Xiumei asked what An Ruoxin wanted to say but didn't say.

Bai Zhuo asked rhetorically, "Why can't I understand?" Do I know what I need you to approve and approve? ”

Chen Xiumei was speechless when asked.

I heard Bai Zhuo say to the old man: "Old man, please take the information of the other two things as well, I, Bai Zhuo, owe you a favor." ”

The old man smiled slightly and said, "It's not a favor, it's just a gesture." ”

After speaking, he turned to the woman and said, "Zishan, take out the information of the other two items as well." ”

"Okay, Uncle Lee." The woman answered, and immediately started searching.

After a while, the bronze jar and the original shape of the bronze pot were also found.

Moreover, the old man also pointed out the location of the artifact, which can be verified at any time.

At this point, everyone has nothing to say.

Bai Zhuo thought that this was the end of the matter.

Who knows, the black-faced man suddenly became angry, grabbed the computer and threw it on the ground with a "snap", pointed at the old man and scolded: "The old immortal, bad for me, see you don't want to live anymore." ”

As he spoke, he was about to start beating the old man.

Suddenly, Bai Zhuo took a step sideways.

Boom!

The black-faced man was kicked to the ground and fainted.

The tall and thin man was also ready to step forward.

Bai Zhuo made a preemptive move, and punched out two punches, the tall and thin man covered his chest, sweating profusely in pain, but he couldn't make a sound.

An Ruoxin and Chen Xiumei were dumbfounded when they saw this.

Is this still the lazy and decadent Bai Zhuo?

"Good skills." The old man clapped his palms.

Bai Zhuo smiled slightly, just two unarmed guys, it couldn't be easier for him.

Thinking back to the Three Kingdoms period, he made countless meritorious contributions to the battlefield with Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, he was ranked as the head of the Tiandi Association Kung Fu with his fists and feet. Most recently, he mentored Bruce Lee in the creation of Jeet Kune Do and nunchucks.

So, it is really not enough for him to knock down the black-faced man and the tall and thin man.

"These two guys, extremely vicious, sooner or later will be a scourge, I think you are not like ordinary people, old man, I don't know if there is a way to make them have a longer memory?" Bai Zhuo proposed.

The old man smiled but did not speak, and his eyes fell on the beautiful woman.

The woman had just been startled, but now she reacted and saw the broken computer on the ground, and her face turned pale.

"Zishan, no problem, right?" The old man asked.

"Hmph, broke my stuff, it's just that the long memory is too cheap for them." After the woman finished speaking, she took out her mobile phone.

"Xiaoyou, leave this matter to Zishan to deal with, can you take me to see the goods in the store?" The old man asked kindly.

Bai Zhuo looked at An Ruoxin.

Although he is An Ruoxin's husband, An Ruoxin's attitude just now clearly told him that this store is not the joint property of the husband and wife.

"Old man, he is not very familiar with the goods in the store, or I will accompany you to see it." An Ruoxin said enthusiastically.

"No, I think he's a bit more suitable. I like to collect things, and if I look like it, maybe I'll consider taking a few with me. The old man smiled slightly, looked at Bai Zhuo, and said, "Little friend, are you willing?" ”

Bai Zhuo smiled bitterly and said, "I really can't be the master of this, or you can watch here first, I have to hurry up, otherwise someone will not be happy." ”

When An Ruoxin heard this, she rolled her eyes secretly, and said angrily: "People ask you to accompany you, so you can accompany you." ”

The corners of Bai Zhuo's mouth raised slightly, and he shrugged his shoulders.

Antique shops, real and fake, and there are many fakes and few genuine goods. If you don't have a little eyesight, you are likely to spend a lot of money and buy something worthless.

The old man walked very slowly, and he would take a few serious glances at each piece of goods.

After a while, he picked up a pastel blue and white porcelain bowl and said, "What do you think of this bowl?" ”

Before Bai Zhuo could speak, he heard Chen Xiumei next to him grab the words: "The old gentleman really has a vision, this Kangxi enamel color bowl of the Qing Dynasty is exquisitely crafted and well-preserved, we ...... it."

Before she could finish speaking, the old man interrupted her and said, "I didn't ask you. ”

Chen Xiumei's voice stopped abruptly, and her face turned red instantly.

According to the contract, she can get a 5% commission for every goods sold, and the habits of her profession make her can't help but want to grab a chance.

However, the old man didn't want to give her this opportunity.

"Xiaoyou, what do you think?" The old man looked at Bai Zhuo and said.

"Imitation, high imitation. During the reign of Tongzhi in the Qing Dynasty, Jingdezhen suddenly had a nostalgic style. At that time, there was a private kiln surnamed Zhang who was very partial to the enamel bowls of the Kangxi period, and in just a dozen years, a large number of high-quality works were produced. This bowl is from that private kiln. Bai Zhuo talked eloquently.

"How so?" The old man's eyes lit slightly.

"During the Kangxi period, this kind of bowl was listed as a tribute, and only the official kiln could produce it, so there will be a chronological model on each bowl. However, this bowl does not have one, and there is only one kiln number. This means that it is not a work of the Kangxi period. ”

"Xiaoyou's insight is really extraordinary, I admire it very much."

"The old gentleman has won the award, but he just happened to have read a related book."

"It's a coincidence that Xiaoyou, this is already the eighth antique that I happen to know."

Bai Zhuo smiled but said nothing.

At this time, An Ruoxin's face was already pale.

She felt that she must have married a fake husband, otherwise why would he be so busy with business?

The old man took a few goods, and Bai Zhuo told them where they were in one mouthful.

People know it's fake, how can they spend money to buy it?

"What a fool!" An Ruoxin scolded in her heart.