That night, no one gave me a dream. The next day I woke up early and had to take the nearest train back to the capital. Aimin Hostel can buy train tickets on my behalf, so I gave the money to the waiter and sat on the sofa next to the front desk and waited to get the tickets. I casually picked up a newspaper from the newsstand and flipped through it absentmindedly. After almost reading two pages of the news, there was a sudden commotion outside the hotel.

I looked up and saw a small man in a red jacket, a young man with a camera around his neck. The little guy looked embarrassed, and shouted for the police as soon as he entered the door. The front desk clerk wanted to lean out and ask, but suddenly shrank back, and it turned out that behind the little man, there were still four or five long-haired men with naked upper bodies and jeans underneath. Seeing that the waiter didn't dare to deal with it, the little man was greatly alarmed, and he tripped over the mop and fell to the ground without paying attention to his feet, and an object rolled out of his arms, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

When I heard the sound, my ears suddenly stood up. This sound is too familiar to me, it is bronze, and it is fine bronze! Copper in ancient times is known as sound gold, in the hardware texture is the most easy to sound, our Xu family in the five veins belong to the white word door, specializing in gold and stone, this sound has been heard too many times. I put down the newspaper and glanced at the ground, and saw that it was a three-legged incense burner with copper soles, small and dark, and it looked like an antique.

When the little man saw the incense burner fall out, he looked nervous, leaned over to pick it up, and carried it into his arms. At this moment of hesitation, the big men pounced on him, pressed him viciously on the shoulder, and ordered him to hand over his things. The little man struggled desperately: "I'm a reporter, let me go!" ”

The few people were furious and kicked him twice: "The reporter is a fart!" Hurry up and give us back what you stole us! ”

"This is what I bought!" The little man yelled.

"We're not selling!" The leader took out a wad of tickets from his bosom and threw it to the ground, and then ordered to search him. The little man lay on the ground with his neck bent, desperately protecting the incense burner: "You sell fakes!" That's the evidence, can't be given! When I heard the word "fake", my brow furrowed, and I couldn't help but look over there. It happened that a man looked at me, he looked at me, walked over and said in a vicious voice: "What do you see? ”

"What do I think has to do with you?" He had a bad attitude, and I naturally didn't have a good face.

"There's a hard-mouthed one!" As soon as he said this, two people immediately freed up from the other side, and they came towards me menacingly, making a gesture to fight. I suddenly realized that I was still wearing the same reporter's outfit that I went to Yan Shanchuan's house yesterday, and I guess this group of people misunderstood that I was in the same group as this little reporter. When they saw me sitting on the sofa silently, they thought they were scared, and pointed to my nose and said, "You treat me honestly, or I will beat you together!" ”

Originally, I didn't have the heart to act bravely, but if this group of rammers has to provoke me, I don't have to be polite. Identifying fakes and fakes is the natural responsibility of the bright-eyed plum blossom. Before leaving, I casually went to the chivalrous once, which was not worth the trip to Zhengzhou.

As soon as I thought of this, I brushed his fingers away, sneered and said, "In broad daylight, you grabbed things at the Aimin Hotel, and you weren't afraid of wiping the dishes when you passed them out?" Since they didn't stop them, don't deceive people too much, otherwise don't blame me for digging your pestle. ”

This is the secret word of playing antiques, "wiping the plate" is a shame, "turning the head" is a deceived person coming back to ask for money, and "planing the pestle" refers to the dismantling of the stage by the companions. After hearing these words, they should know that I am also a fellow believer. Sure enough, the strong man at the head listened to my words, his attitude was a little more restrained, and he pointed at the little man: "This bastard boy came to steal the goods in our store, and we caught the thief and took the stolen goods." Friends, you borrow a way, and it is convenient for each other. ”

"Is that the incense burner?"

"That's the authentic Xuansan furnace! How much sin do you think this kid has? Dahan said seriously. As soon as I heard it, I almost laughed out loud.

Xuansan furnace refers to the bronze ware that was refined in Xuande in the Ming Dynasty for three years. At that time, Emperor Xuande personally supervised the import of copper materials from Siam, refined twelve times before and after, and the texture was extremely pure. These coppers were refined into a total of 3,000 pieces of bronze, and there are no more, and collectors call them "Xuansan furnaces". The Xuande furnace we are talking about today is strictly speaking, it refers to the Xuansan furnace. Although later generations have been copiing it, they have not been able to reach the production level of this year. Therefore, the Xuansan furnace that can be handed down to this day, each one is a rare treasure - this guy opens his mouth and dares to say Xuansan, and he doesn't know where he got the confidence.

The little man shouted on the ground: "They are lying!" They sell fakes, and I buy them as evidence to expose them, and they want to take them back. ”

I nodded. Actually, as soon as I heard the noise just now, I knew that this thing really didn't work. The real Xuande furnace has uniform copper quality, and the copper sound is magnificent and atmospheric, and the sound of fakes is often muffled. Moreover, the serious Xuande furnace has a dull skin and convergence, as if there is a fire in the furnace without rising. The thing that the little man was carrying in his arms was so fake that it couldn't be faked anymore.

But the point is not here, but how to say it. The antique industry never says "fake", but says "not old" and "quite new", but does not want to offend people. What's more, now that the hooligans have an advantage in force, they can't say anything. I turned my mind slightly, and then smiled: "Your Xuansan furnace, the treasure light is not very sufficient, and it is a little hot to take it out." ”

I put the fan to the fullest, and as soon as the jargon in the industry was revealed, those few people hesitated a little. The leader also said stiffly: "This is a genuine product, and it has been identified by experts." ”

"Okay, since you said that he stole the Xuansan furnace, the value of this thing is enough to file a case. Otherwise, let's go to the police station and report the case, what do you think? ”

I took them in one army. If you go to the police station to report the case, this fake stove will be exposed with a little identification; If you don't go, then you will admit that you have planted a false accusation for the young reporter. Counterfeiting is all about getting rich, not about fighting for luck. was pestled by an expert, and understood that people would not continue to entangle, so as not to bring humiliation on themselves.

I was going to let them retreat, but the little man shouted again: "Yes, go to the Public Security Bureau!" They are an antique counterfeiting den and have deceived a lot of people! Can't let them go! ”

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I wanted to kick him, you won't fucking wait to get out of these things! Sure enough, those men listened to the words of the little reporter, and their eyes were fierce again. The big man at the head waved his hand: "No matter what the does, take out this kid's things first!" Also, smash his camera for me! The others immediately tore the little man apart.

Just then, there was a jumble of footsteps outside the door, and three or four policemen rushed in. As soon as the police saw the situation in the house, they hurriedly took out their guns and ordered them not to move. In front of the people's police, all underworld forces are paper tigers. As soon as those men saw the muzzle of the black hole facing them, they all knelt down one by one and held their heads in their hands, and their arrogance was gone.

"Who called the police just now?" The officer leading the team lowered his gun and looked around.

"It's me." I took out my Motorola 3200 Big Brother from my arms and shook it, and the call light on the machine flashed green.

Long before I talked to them, I knew that this matter would not be good, so I called the police with Big Brother in advance and hid it in my arms. The police heard our conversation very clearly, and I deliberately shouted the name of the Aimin Hotel to guide them over.

At that time, mobile phones were still a rare thing, and ordinary people had no concept of this at all. Those men couldn't have imagined that I was dressed plainly and had a big brother in my arms.

The police took all of us to the nearby police station. When I made the transcript, I learned that the little reporter's name was Zhong Aihua, in his early twenties, who had just graduated and joined the workforce, and was in charge of the cultural section of the local evening newspaper. He recently chose a topic to investigate the state of the cultural relics market in Zhengzhou. This kid is a fool and bold, he touched a black shop and planned to buy a fake as evidence to expose, but he was accidentally discovered by the other party and chased all the way here. If it weren't for my courageous actions, Zhong Aihua would have been lying in the hospital.

This kid is really confused. The antique shop opened in Zhengzhou, a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, and there is a bit of power behind it. What's more, the dispute between the real and the fake in the antique circle has always been to be solved by itself, and it is a taboo to find the police or the media to expose it. He stabbed a hornet's nest, no wonder he was chased all the way.

The gang was suspected of personal injury, illegal confinement and fraud, and was directly taken into custody, and Zhong Aihua and I were released after a few interrogations. I saw that the time was almost up, and I wanted to go back to the hotel to get a ticket to go back to the capital, but Zhong Aihua grabbed my arm and insisted on inviting me to dinner to thank me. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't stand him and dragged him stiffly, so I almost cried bitterly, so I had to reluctantly agree - anyway, the train didn't leave until four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was too late for a meal.

Zhong Aihua was very happy when he saw me agree, and said that I will take you to eat mutton stewed noodles, I know that a family is particularly delicious!

I can see that Zhong Aihua summed it up in one word, that is, "stunned", or a good word to describe it, called straightforward. He didn't seem to understand what euphemism and disguise were at all, what to say, and all his emotions were displayed on his face, jumping lively. This kind of person goes to the antique shop to investigate, and it is strange that he is not recognized.

He took me around and around and came to a small shop called Liu Ji Mutton Braised Noodles. Zhong Aihua said don't look at this shop is small, the years are not short, and the things are really delicious. We sat down, and after a while, two large white porcelain bowls were served, and a few strands of coriander floated on the steaming red oil noodle soup. I stirred it with chopsticks, and the rich and fresh aroma of the mutton soup in it came to my nose, making my whole body crispy. In the past few days, in order to monitor Yan Shanchuan's house, I haven't eaten very seriously, and when I smell this smell, my stomach is immediately hungry.

So I was not polite, lowered my head and snorted and ate. It wasn't until the gluten was cleaned and the soup was drunk that I looked up and burped in satisfaction. Zhong Aihua on the other side also ate almost enough, his mouth was full of mutton fat, and he took out a handkerchief and wiped it with an embarrassed face.

"Why are you so impulsive in the morning?" I asked him.

Mentioning this topic, Zhong Aihua opened the conversation: "I have a middle school Chinese teacher, who is very honest, and has been teaching hard all his life to save some money. After a few turns, someone came up and secretly told the teacher, saying that he saw a small copper stove thrown at the back of the store, and the shopkeeper didn't take it seriously, but it was actually a treasure, it was a Xuande furnace, and it was hundreds of thousands of dollars when it changed hands. The teacher said, "Why don't you pick up such a good opportunity?" The man said that he didn't bring any money today, and he was afraid that the front foot would go, and the back foot would be taken advantage of, I think you are a people's teacher, and you can be trusted, so I am looking for you. You pay for the stove first, and I'll pay you half of the money back. When the resale price is good, we will have five points per person. My teacher believed it, thinking that he had picked up a big leak, so he quickly took out his life savings and turned the stove down. When the money was paid, as soon as my teacher turned around, the man was gone. Ask an expert to identify it, if it's fake, a lifetime of hard work is gone. When the teacher went to the store again, they didn't admit it at all, saying that the person had nothing to do with them. The teacher was so anxious that he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and was hospitalized, and his wife was also seriously ill. ”

I smiled. This trick is called borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, and it can be regarded as the most common antique scam. Don't look at this deception is simple and simple, but there are the most people who are fooled. There is no way, people always want to take advantage, and once they save this thought, they will be fooled. Especially those laymen with mallets, one deception and one accurate.

"So you went to that store to breathe a sigh of relief for your teacher." I asked.

"It's not just gassing! I made this topic because I planned to expose the current counterfeit chaos. It's messy now, fakes are everywhere, and if they don't come to light, I'm afraid more people will be fooled. ”

"Aren't you afraid of encountering such danger as today?"

"I'm afraid, but someone has to do it - revealing the truth is our sacred duty as journalists." Speaking of which, he touched the Phoenix 205 camera around his neck, revealing a determined look.

This young man was a little impulsive, but this sense of justice that had not been worn away by the world made me feel good about him. Zhong Aihua suddenly stared at my face, with a suspicious expression: "I see that you just said those words, you are quite an expert, you are also playing antiques in the capital, right?" ”

"Hmm." I grabbed a piece of jellyfish skin, squeaked and chewed it.

"Then you know the bright-eyed plum blossoms, don't you?" Zhong Aihua asked.

I squeaked in my mouth and bit my tongue.

Mingyan plum blossom is another name for the five veins, not many people in the antique industry know this word, how can a Zhengzhou reporter who has just graduated call this name?

What's going on? A cloud of doubt rose in my mind.

"That's an old word, you know a lot." I retorted and stared at his face carefully. Zhong Aihua was very proud, and his eyebrows fluttered and he shook his chopsticks: "In order to choose the topic of the current situation of the antique market, I really checked a lot of information - you have heard of a jade Buddha head incident a while ago, right?" ”

I nodded slowly, noncommittal. The Jade Buddha head incident was a sensation in the industry, but under the deliberate control of Liu Ju, it was not reported in the media. However, there were many reporters at that time, and if people wanted to check, there were still a lot of information to be found. If he was interested in antiques, it would not be surprising that he had found out about it.

"It is said that behind the head of the jade Buddha, there is a bright-eyed plum blossom. The family has a total of five lineages, and now it is renamed the Chinese Antique Research Society, which is in charge of antique appraisal in the capital. Think about it, the five major families have been focusing on fighting fakes for hundreds of years, and when they sit there, they are Taishan Beidou, if they say the truth, they will be false, and if they say that they are false, how awesome! Zhong Aihua said this, his eyes lit up, as if Yan Xiaojun had seen a Transformer.

"You seem to admire them?" I asked with interest.

Zhong Aihua patted his chest: "Of course, those are my idols." I wanted to apply for the archaeology department in college, but my family didn't let me, so I chose the journalism department. Otherwise, I will go directly to the capital to take refuge in the five veins. Speaking of which, I know a lot about the Mingyan plum blossoms, and it has a lot to do with our Zhengzhou......" Speaking of this, his whole person suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and his fingers pointed at me tremblingly: "You...... You...... You? ”

"What's wrong with me?"

"I remember, you are...... That grandson of Xu Yicheng, knocking on the Buddha's head and making a wish! Zhong Aihua's lips began to tremble.

I thought to myself when I had such a nickname, and nodded immediately: "Well, how did you recognize it?" ”

Zhong Aihua suddenly got up from the chair and stretched out his hand to grab my arm: "I'm really blind!" I've seen the photos of the press conference, why didn't I recognize it just now! You're just making a wish! That wish! ”

I can understand what kind of treatment those Hong Kong and Taiwan stars are like in the mainland, his eyes are shining like a star chaser, and his enthusiasm is unbearable. I'm a little bothered, but I'm also a little bit proud - buddy, I'm kind of a fan.

The diners around me cast curious glances, and I finally managed to persuade Zhong Aihua to return to his seat. He blushed with excitement and poured a full glass of beer, and stood up again: "Hero, I toast you!" ”

"Sit down and drink, sit down and drink."

"Can I give you an exclusive interview with Mr. Xu?"

"No need." I hastened to refuse. I secretly left the capital, if this is in the newspaper in Zhengzhou, wouldn't my whereabouts be exposed?

"When you come to Zhengzhou, it must have something to do with antique appraisal, right? Is there another shocking case waiting to be solved? Zhong Aihua asked expectantly, and then before I could answer, he knocked his head again, laughing at himself and said, "That's right, it's all confidential, how can you tell me a little reporter." ”

This guy is really not ordinarily straightforward.

I looked at Zhong Aihua, and an idea suddenly popped into my heart.

It can be seen that this guy has a lot of feelings for the antiques industry. He is a local, and he wants to make a special report on the Zhengzhou cultural relics market, so he must have a lot of information about counterfeiting. From him, you may be able to dig up a little information about the old pilgrimage. No matter how familiar I am with Jianbao, after all, I am a foreigner in Zhengzhou, and I have to have local help to show it. The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, this is the truth.

So I asked him to calm down and said with a serious face: "I came to Zhengzhou, and I really want to find out something. Why don't you listen to it and help me take a look. Zhong Aihua's face was flushed with excitement, and he hurriedly took out a notepad and ballpoint pen from his arms, lest he miss a word. So I told the story of Yan Shanchuan's family from beginning to end - of course, I hid the name of the old court, and only said that I traced a clue to the production and sale of counterfeits. I asked him, "How do you think this letter was sent to Yan Shanchuan's house?" ”

Zhong Aihua had regained a little calm at this time, and after listening to me, he put the ballpoint pen in his mouth and bit it a few times, and asked me a few more words about what happened to Yan Shanchuan's house, and fell into deep thought for a while. Suddenly, he "clicked", and he actually bit the tip of the ballpoint pen. Zhong Aihua spit out the plastic slag and grinned: "Teacher Xu, I figured it out." ”

"Oh?"

"The address you were told by the big-eyed thief should be correct; Yan Shanchuan didn't know anything about this, and he was right. ”

"Isn't that a contradiction?" I frowned.

"No contradiction, you have overlooked an important link. Faith, I won't run to Yan Shanchuan's house by myself. Zhong Aihua smiled and made a gesture to deliver the letter.

Zhong Aihua's prompt suddenly brightened up in my mind.

That's right, in addition to Yan Shanchuan, there are also postmen who come to deliver letters every day! If the postman is an old courtier, then he can intercept all the letters addressed to the Yan family when they are delivered. In this way, the order letter can be delivered to the workshop without even noticing. Even if this address is concerned by the police, the investigators will first turn the direction at Yan Shanchuan, who is unaware, and leave enough warning time for Lao Chaofeng.

This arrangement of the old dynasty can be described as a great hidden in the city, and it is extremely ingenious.

I look at my watch and it's half past one. In half an hour, the postman was going to Yan Shanchuan's house to deliver the newspaper. I thought of this and got up to leave. Zhong Aihua hurriedly said: "Are you going to block people and expose the shady scene of fraud?" I nodded, without further ado, to bite the thread before they knew it.

Zhong Aihua timidly asked him if he could follow, looking forward to it. I hesitated, but I didn't want to discourage the little guy, so I said you could go with me, but not anyone. Zhong Aihua was overjoyed, and lifted the camera hanging around his neck and put it down: "I promise you." But if this case is solved, you'll have to let me do an exclusive report. ”

"It's a deal."

The two of us left the small restaurant and went straight to Yan Shanchuan's house. Yan Shanchuan's house is still locked, and I don't know how they quarreled last night. We crouched near the mouth of the alley, and after a while, a postman with half-long hair came in on his bicycle, took out two newspapers, expertly threw them into the mailbox, and then rode out with a dozen handlebars. On the back seat of his bicycle were two large postal satchels, which were full of colorful mail.

Zhong Aihua asked me what to do with his eyes, and I said follow him. We didn't have time to hail a taxi, so we had to follow it with our feet. Fortunately, the postman delivered the goods one by one, and the speed was not fast, and we could barely bite him. So we followed him around the city for a full afternoon, and the postman kept delivering from place to place in the streets, and there was nothing suspicious.

Tracking the postman is not an easy job, after all, I am not a scout like Fang Zhen, and after that, I am so tired that my back hurts. Zhong Aihua is alive, and he raises his camera from time to time to take a few photos. As soon as I thought of the adoring glances he cast from time to time, I was embarrassed to say that I was tired, so I had to grit my teeth and persevere.

The postman finished delivering a stack of mail to the mailroom of a flat, then rode down the road. Zhong Aihua looked at his back and suddenly said in surprise: "It's so strange." "I asked him what was wrong. Zhong Aihua said that the postmen are all divided into sections, and they are generally responsible for a specific number of streets in an urban area, but he was obviously in Jinshui District just now, but now he has crossed the road and has entered Guancheng District from the zoning, which is not in line with the delivery rules.

I touched my chin and thought thoughtfully: "So, he crossed the district to deliver the order letter sent to Yan Shanchuan's house?" ”

At the thought of this possibility, the two of us perked up and followed. We saw the postman cross the street, park his bicycle in front of a five-story building, go in with a large pile of mail, and come out five minutes later. After coming out, the postman did not continue to move forward, but turned around and crossed the road back to Jinshui.

His move undoubtedly confirmed our suspicions. Zhong Aihua asked me what to do next, and I said you go to the postman, you give me the camera, I will go into the building to have a look, and the two of us will meet at Liu Ji's stewed noodles in the evening. Zhong Aihua was like a little soldier Zhang Ga, saluted me very seriously, turned around and ran away.

The entrance to the building is an open hall, with two large vases on the left and right pillars. There is a large table clock in the center, and there is a picture of Luoyang peony hanging on the wall above the clock. This is probably the property of a certain public institution, rented to a small company as an office. I saw from the nameplate of the building that most of them were accounting firms, travel companies, legal consultants, a certain office in Zhengzhou, a book editing office, and so on. People come and go, and it's quite lively.

I went straight to the front desk and pretended to be very anxious, saying that there was a particularly important letter that had been delivered incorrectly and that it had to be retrieved. There was a little girl at the front desk, who was quite sympathetic to me, and pointed to a large cardboard box behind her, saying that it had just been delivered, and it had not yet been picked up in the mailbox of the building. I flipped around, but there was no email with Yan Shanchuan's address written in it, so I asked the front desk if anyone had taken it before. The little girl at the front desk first said no, and then said that there was a company that was sent directly by the postman, not going to the front desk, on the fourth floor, called Xinzheng Tuliang Arts and Crafts Co., Ltd.

I thanked the little girl, raised my legs and climbed towards the fourth floor, and turned left to the first room. Strange to say, several adjacent companies hung brass-colored plaques, hung posters, and cleaned their doors. This company is good, there are several broken cartons and waste paper piles in front of the door, there are still traces of duct tape on the door frame, and a piece of printing paper is pasted on the closed frosted glass door, which is printed with the words "Xin Zheng Tuliang", which does not look like a serious company.

As soon as I looked at the name, I knew there must be something strange.

The state has clear regulations that it is legal to manufacture and sell high-imitation ancient handicrafts, and it is illegal to manufacture and sell counterfeit goods. However, the definition between counterfeit and counterfeit is particularly subtle, and the difference between them often lies only in whether the nature is clearly communicated at the time of sale. To put it bluntly, the same Tang Sancai, you say that this is a high imitation, you take it, this is legal; You said that it was dug up by Qianling, and it was not legal - of course, the price of the two is also an important reference - so many counterfeiters take advantage of this legal loophole to cover themselves with a legal skin of antique handicrafts, and openly produce a large number of high-quality imitations. As for the identity of these high-quality imitations in the market, it is not enough for outsiders.

I watched at the door for a while, and instead of knocking, I turned back downstairs. I had a few conversations with the girl at the front desk, and took the opportunity to secretly take a letter from the cardboard box addressed to a magazine in the building, and borrowed a piece of stationery and an empty envelope. I scribbled a few words on the stationery, put it in an envelope, filled in the address of Yan Shanchuan's house, tore up a stamp, sealed it, and walked upstairs.

I knocked on the door. The door soon opened a small crack, and a woman poked her head out and looked at me warily. I handed over the two letters with a smile on my face: "Hello, I am from the law firm on the third floor, and when I went upstairs just now, I saw the postman drop two letters, I guess it was yours, and I sent them." ”

The woman's expression softened slightly, she took the two letters, glanced at the covers quickly, and then pulled out the letter from the magazine and returned it to me: "This one is not. ”

I took the letter back and glanced around the office, intentionally or not: "Huh? Are you making crafts? I know a few friends here, the need is quite large, are you interested in cooperating? ”

"I'm sorry, we're not here." The woman replied stiffly, and then slammed the door shut.

I pinched the envelope, looked at the closed door, sneered, and raised my camera to take a few photos. This company, called Xin Zheng Tuliang, is indeed a part of the counterfeiting industry chain of Lao Chaofeng.

It was as if I had seen a ray of light descend from the sky, locking on one of the old pilgrimage's feet in the shadows. It's not far from the day when I'll drag him out of the sun completely.

I took the letter back to the front desk and left the building. By the time I walked to Liu Ji Mutton Noodles, Zhong Aihua had been waiting there for a long time. I gave him the camera and asked him to send it to a nearby print shop to develop it, and he could get the photos in an hour.

The two of us went into the small shop, ordered two bowls of mutton soup and two side dishes, and talked while eating. Zhong Aihua told me that after the postman returned to the post office, he didn't have any contact with anyone, and went home directly, Zhong Aihua also wrote down the address of his home, and then I told him about Xin Zheng Tuliang.

"You didn't manage to sneak in and have a look?" Zhong Aihua asked.

I shook my head: "I guess this is just a liaison office, and there won't be anything of value in it." Rushing in is afraid that it will alarm them, and the gains outweigh the losses. ”

"And what are you going to do next?"

"I will go back to Beijing and report to the society, and wait for them to study the next strategy." I replied.

"Dang Chang", the steel spoon in Zhong Aihua's hand fell on the table, and he looked surprised: "Are you going back?" ”

"Hmm." I replied. I made a promise with myself before I set off, and I would stop it in time when I found out the clues, and I would never fall in love with the war. The old court's trick has gone, and Xin Zheng Tuliang has surfaced, and if he investigates further, I'm afraid he will have to rely on the power of the society. The society has no law enforcement power, only the right to suggest, and if you want to move the counterfeiting dens in other places, you must coordinate with the local police through Liu Ju and Fang Zhen, which is quite complicated and not a day's work.

Zhong Aihua frowned, his face full of disappointment: "I thought you would strike while the iron is hot to check to the end." I was a little unbearable, and comforted him: "I will come again when the time comes, a month at most." You can rest assured, your scoop won't run. Zhong Aihua leaned back heavily, his face actually showed the anger of being insulted, and he slapped the table: "Who do you think of me?" I'm doing reports to expose the truth, not to grab something exclusive! ”

"Okay, okay, I said it wrong." I tried to appease the fried-haired little guy.

Zhong Aihua waved his right arm angrily: "Do you know, as long as we take one step further, we may be able to uncover a counterfeiting den." If you want to go back to Beijing at this juncture, you will have to delay for a month. I don't know how many fakes they will create and how many people they will harm this month. Isn't the existence of your five veins to prevent these tragedies from happening? ”

"I didn't say I didn't care. But our enemies are too cunning, we have to be cautious in this matter......" I persuaded, stopping abruptly in the middle of speaking, and I suddenly realized that this was obviously the line that Liu Yiming persuaded me not long ago, which was too ironic.

Zhong Aihua didn't notice my slightly distorted expression, he picked up the camera and rotated the aperture irritably with his fingers: "You know what? I was expecting that you were Sherlock Holmes and I was Watson, and I was using this camera to record all your actions in the dark - now it seems that there is no chance of capturing your heroic pursuit of the truth. ”

"Well, you can't say that." I hesitated.

Zhong Aihua's eyes showed a deep sense of loss, like a child whose father forgot to buy him a toy. He stood up and paused word by word: "Teacher Xu, if you want to leave, I can't stop you, I wish you a smooth journey." But I'll continue to check this line alone, and I'll never give up. As for what happens next, remember to read the newspaper. I whispered, "Stop messing around! Behind these counterfeiting gangs are underworld forces. It's too dangerous for you to go alone! ”

Zhong Aihua put the camera around his neck and tilted his chin: "A reporter's vocation is the same as the camera, to pursue the truth and dig out the truth." I don't understand Jianbao, but I believe that after changing the bright-eyed plum blossoms of the year, I should have made the same choice as me. ”

This soft sentence made me freeze in my chair and stop talking. The ancestors of the Xu family created the five veins precisely to "remove the false and retain the true", but now they have to rely on an outsider to teach them a lesson. This little guy is passionate and made me see the shadow of my grandfather and my father's pursuit of truth. What is missing now in the group of intriguing people in the five veins is such a pursuit of the real headbang against the south wall and never going back. Seeing him disappointed like this, I felt a pain in my heart. This feeling is like a betrayal of the true spirit of the bright-eyed plum blossom.

I was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh: "Well, you won." I'll stay a few more days while we dig a little deeper. ”

"Really?"

"Really, sit down and come back, I've got you."

Zhong Aihua threw his anger out of the Nine Heavens at once, and changed his expression with a grin: "I knew that you would definitely not worry that I would go alone, right?" I reluctantly raised three fingers: "But we have to make three chapters of the law." One, you have to listen to me; Second, once the signs are wrong, stop immediately, and don't be strong; Three, this matter must not be leaked to a third person, not even your parents. ”

"Don't worry, we have the best work ethic as journalists." Zhong Aihua patted his chest.

In fact, deep down, I don't want to just leave. "Xinzheng Tuliang handicrafts" is like a melon seedling, as long as you gently carry it, you can bring out a large bunch of melons. I can't bear to leave with such a big temptation. Now that Zhong Aihua has given me a reason, I think I should look it up more.

Zhong Aihua sat down happily, with a rookie's egg-like excitement: "Then how do we check next?" Staring at everyone in and out of Xinzheng Tuliang? ”

I thought for a moment, then shook my head. It's too much work to do, and the two of us can't do it alone. What's more, what a shrewd person Lao Chaofeng is, he must have set up insurance in every link of the industrial chain. For example, the insurance of the first link is Yan Shanchuan. As long as the police are misled by the order address to their home, Lao Chaofeng will withdraw as soon as possible. By the time the other party noticed the postman's tiredness in delivering the letter, the line had been completely broken.

This Xinzheng Tuliang handicraft company should be the insurance of the second link. If you do it rashly without removing the insurance, you will definitely alarm the enemy.

From what I've observed, this company is just a leather bag company, not really in business, and its only function is to collect and summarize mail, and maintain one-way contact with the counterfeiting workshop. The old pilgrim would send someone to call or find someone to pick up the order. The company clerk didn't know where the call was coming from or who picked up the order. Even if the police smashed the company, they wouldn't be able to ask anything. I don't know if the old pilgrim will arrange it this way, but if I did, I would do it.

"How can I find out?" Zhong Aihua didn't think that there were so many twists and turns, and he was blindsided when he heard it.

I took a leisurely sip of the spicy mutton soup: "Go and get the photo back, there is the answer there." I was going to take it back to the Society as evidence, but now it seems that we have to use it ourselves. ”

Zhong Aihua patted his buttocks, left Liu Ji, and turned around after a short time, holding a stack of photos in his hand. The photos were very well washed, I looked at them one by one, then picked out one and spread it out on the table to show Zhong Aihua. This is a close-up of the main entrance of Xinzheng Tuliang's company, Zhong Aihua scratches his ears and cheeks, and he can't see the clue for a long time. I tapped my finger at the brown corrugated boxes at the door.

"What's wrong with this pile of?" He looked confused.

"Think about it. The mastermind behind the fraud (I deliberately withheld the name of the old courtier in front of him) not only had to take orders, but also to deliver them, and the volume of shipments was very large. With such a large outflow of materials, if it is sent out at some small local post office, the consignor can be found at a check. They have to go back to Zhengzhou, a place accessible to the four districts, so that they can get the goods. Therefore, Xin Zheng Tuliang is not only responsible for receiving orders, but also responsible for delivery. ”

"Didn't you say that the company had a one-way connection with the people behind it? Isn't that a contradiction? ”

"Not contradictory. If I were behind it, I would ask the clerk of Xin Zheng Tuliang to do two things: send the order to the designated place, and pick up and deliver the goods at the designated place. As for who to send it and who to ship it, she has no idea at all - in this way, it will protect the counterfeiters to the greatest extent. ”

Zhong Aihua's eyes widened: "Then these boxes ......"

"There were white foam particles in the box, indicating that it contained fragile items, apparently antiques. And you see that these boxes are all of the same specifications, and the words on them are the same, all of which say 'Zhenyuan Transportation', which cannot be taken casually, it should be the packaging used for batch delivery - I estimate that this Zhenyuan Transportation is probably the company responsible for transporting fakes. ”

"However, if one kind of box is used uniformly, wouldn't it be easy for people to find clues? Who is behind the scenes, will be so careless? ”

I shook my head: "Eighty percent of this Zhenyuan transportation is their own industry, and they are only responsible for the transportation from the counterfeiting workshop to Zhengzhou. Then Xin Zheng Tuliang's people will change the goods to postal packaging and send them out - this set of procedures may seem cumbersome, but it is the best way to cover up the traces. ”

"That clerk, I probably didn't expect us to be able to analyze so much from a pile of garbage, right?" Zhong Aihua slapped excitedly.

I waved my finger triumphantly: "They did a lot of calculations, but they missed the laziness of the clerks." The company doesn't really do business, so the clerks don't care that much about façade hygiene. After she finished sending the goods, she used a few empty boxes transported by Zhenyuan, and threw them at the door too lazy to clean them, which made us see the clues. ”

Zhong Aihua slapped the table in admiration: "You are really a Sherlock Holmes!" ”

"You're not bad at Watson, every question is asked." I replied with a smile. These reasonings are actually small applications in antique identification. People with poisonous eyes can even see the small bubbles on the porcelain glaze, not to mention a few broken cardboard boxes.

"Leave the matter of Zhenyuan Transportation to me!" Zhong Aihua licked his lips and volunteered.

In this regard, he was naturally a local reporter who was better at investigation than me, so I asked him to do it. To my surprise, this Watson was much more capable than Watson in the novel, and he got the results in less than an hour. Zhong Aihua said that he had friends in the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Traffic Management Bureau, and after a few phone calls, he found out the details of Zhenyuan Transportation.

It turned out that this transportation company was attached to a state-owned enterprise, privately contracted, and specialized in short-distance transportation in Zhengzhou, Kaifeng and Luoyang. The contractor's surname is Sun, but this eighty percent is just a disguise for a name. Zhong Aihua also found its company address, which is at the junction of urban and rural areas northwest of Zhengzhou.

"It's a little late now, and tomorrow when my friends go to work, I can check in more detail." Zhong Aihua said embarrassedly.

"That's enough, without further ado, let's go now. If you want to do something, you have to do it immediately, or you don't do it. I made a decisive gesture. Now in front of Zhong Aihua, I always say some short and powerful aphorisms, consciously or unconsciously, like a mentor. This young man adores me, and it is my responsibility to teach him.

We left Liu Kee and hailed a taxi. When the driver heard that we were going there, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, held the steering wheel and muttered, "You have to be careful." The transportation company didn't have the right number of roads, and it was just a mess. "Although I don't understand Zhengzhou dialect, I also know that this is not a good word, so I was busy asking what was going on, but the driver refused to say it. I wanted to go back and ask Zhong Aihua, but I saw that he was busy adjusting the lens aperture and loading film in the back seat, looking like he was going to do a big job.

When we went out of town, there were no street lights on the roads. The houses on both sides are low and dark, and from time to time a few fields of farmland and construction sites flash. After about twenty minutes, the taxi suddenly stopped, and the driver pointed ahead. I squinted and looked ahead, and a red brick fence appeared on the right side of the road. The wall is more than two meters high, with iron wires and glass ballasts on the wall, and a small yellow lamp hanging, which looks like an ancient dock fort.

The taxi said that it would not go forward, and the driver only charged half of the money, and turned around and left in a panic. Zhong Aihua and I got out of the car in the dark, touched the red brick wall and walked around, which took about 20 minutes. It can be seen that the area enclosed by this wall is not small, and it is estimated that the oil depot, maintenance workshop, office, and parking lot are all included. Its only entrance is at the main entrance, two iron-clad gates are closed, and there is a sign in black on a white background next to it: "Zhengzhou Zhenyuan Transportation Company".

I looked up at the unattainable wall, a little embarrassed. With the skills of the two of us, it is impossible to fly the eaves and walk the wall like the heroes in martial arts movies, and it seems that we can only break through the main entrance. I was pondering when I suddenly found that Zhong Aihua was gone. I looked left and right, not looking at anyone, when I suddenly heard a low shout in the distance, I followed the sound and saw Zhong Aihua struggling to get up from a pile of bushes near the wall, looking embarrassed.

"What's going on?" I went over and helped him up.

"I wanted to come and relieve my hands, but I didn't expect to step on the air." Zhong Aihua grinned in pain. He rubbed his buttocks and slapped off all the ears and wooden thorns hanging on his body. I looked down and saw a deep ditch under the bushes, extending from the base of the wall to the distance. Zhong Aihua probably stepped into a ditch and tripped and fell to the ground. The edge of this ditch is uneven, and the ditch is also curved, not like it was dug by people, but washed out by water for many years. I pushed aside the bushes along the way the ditch came, and saw a large hole in the base of the wall.

The hole is about as wide and narrow as the thief's hole, and the nearby wall skin is mottled, and even the exposed foundation of the wall can be seen. I shrugged my nose, and there was a fishy smell coming from the entrance of the cave, presumably because the people inside the walls had used it for the sewer. I leaned down, poked my head in, and found that I could get in, so I turned back to silence Zhong Aihua and made a gesture to burrow. Zhong Aihua hesitated, carefully carried the camera in his arms, and followed with a look of not afraid of sacrifice for the revolution.

The so-called drilling dog hole, probably this is the feeling. Zhong Aihua and I lay on the ground with our hands and feet, desperately holding our breath, passing through the wall from this sewer hole in one breath, and smoothly entering the compound of Zhenyuan Company, and our eyes suddenly opened up.

The courtyard is quite empty, and in the distance is a two-story office, with a workshop on the first floor, an office on the second floor, and a warehouse next to it. In the parking lot near the fence we had drilled through, seven green Dongfeng trucks were lined up. I glanced at it, and six of the seven cars were empty, and only one had a rear compartment covered with army-green tarpaulin, and I don't know what it contained.

I secretly calculated in my heart that since this loaded car was fully loaded, it should have just been sent to Zhengzhou from the counterfeiting workshop, and it must be filled with all kinds of fakes ordered from all over the country. The other six cars were all empty, presumably unloaded and ready to return to the workshop.

Zhong Aihua held the camera, curiously walking back and forth between the six cars. I was about to say something when suddenly a white light flashed in front of me, and I almost didn't stun me. I was stunned for a moment before I reacted, Zhong Aihua, this kid, actually turned on the camera flash in order to take pictures! At this time, it was already night, and he did this, just like throwing a *** in the yard, and it was difficult for others not to pay attention!

As I expected, the lights immediately lit up in the office opposite. After a while, the sound of voices and footsteps came, from far and near. I didn't bother scolding Zhong Aihua, I quickly looked around and found that there was nowhere to hide except for the fully loaded truck.

"Get up there!"

Zhong Aihua also knew that he had made a big accident and was panicked. I glared at him, and immediately he stepped on the tires and climbed into the car like a student who had made a mistake, ripping off the tarpaulin. I also quickly climbed up, and when I saw Zhong Aihua, who was holding the tarpaulin, his face was suspicious, as if he wanted to say something to me. I don't have time to listen to him, press his head down, and whisper to close it! Turn off Big Brother easily, so as not to call suddenly at a critical moment.

The two of us hurriedly put the tarpaulin over our bodies and fell to the ground. It wasn't until then that I realized something was wrong. According to my guess, the car should be filled with "antique crafts" such as large and small altars, pots, stoves, plates, etc., but I feel like I am lying on the soft sand. I reached out and grabbed a handful of sand.

That's why Zhong Aihua was surprised just now, this truck is not a fake, but a dirt truck - dare to love is a dirt truck! The dirt had obviously been shoveled in directly, not carefully sifted, and was mixed with grass roots, stones, and even some broken bricks and tiles. I put the dirt in front of my nose and sniffed it, and it smelled slightly rancid, slightly uncomfortable.

But when it comes to the moment, you can't pick and choose. Zhong Aihua and I threw ourselves in the sand, buried deeply, like two hibernating frogs. After a while, there was the sound of footsteps next to the car, and three or four people approached.

"Dongzi, there's no one here, what did you see just now?" A voice said.

"Hey, I saw a flash of light, white like a ghost fire, as if someone was shouting."

", it's really fake, don't scare us, I'm scared, you know? Scared. ”

"I really saw it! It's in this location. If I want to lie to you, I'll take your last name. ”

"Be careful, let's look for it again!"

The footsteps went in different directions, and Zhong Aihua and I shrank in the tarpaulin, and we didn't dare to breathe. After a short time, the footsteps came together again.

"I've found it, but there's no one."

"I don't see it here."

"I said everybody...... Isn't there a problem with the shipment we shipped? ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a strange silence outside. After a long time, a voice smiled dryly: "Third child, don't talk nonsense, where is this?" ”

"Really, the thing Dongzi saw was a ghost fire. My grandmother used to tell me that only a terrible ghost who doesn't look dead will turn into a ghost fire and look for trouble everywhere. ”

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

"It's all feudal superstition, right? We're not a mass grave here, where did the ghost fire come from? ”

"Have you forgotten what's in this car?"

There was silence under the car for a while, and a deep voice coughed a few times and gave an order: "That's it, I don't think this car is left here, it's weird at night." Liuzi, you send it to the village. I'll call in a moment and ask them to pick it up. ”

The man named Liuzi was very reluctant: "I can't drive fast at night, and it will be midnight when I get there." But he only muttered a few words, but he didn't dare to resist. After a while, the wheelhouse door "clanged", and then the engine started humming, and the whole cabin began to rustle.

Zhong Aihua and I looked at each other under the tarpaulin. Things took an unexpected turn, it seems that this sixth son has already gotten into the car and plans to drive on the road, as for where to go, we have no clue at all.

Our bodies were now half-buried in the dirt, barely revealing our two heads. Zhong Aihua lowered his voice and said, "Teacher Xu, what should we do in a while?" Did you jump out of the car or ......" I didn't answer, but grabbed a handful of soil with a calm face, twisted it carefully, and put it under my nose to smell it again. Zhong Aihua didn't understand my actions, and repeated the question again, I waved his hand to calm him down, grabbed another handful of soil, and stretched out his hand to him: "Bring it." ”

"What?"

"That sinister camera flash!"

Zhong Aihua's face was ashamed, and he quickly took it out of his arms. I asked him to turn it to a long flash, then put the dirt under the lamp to take a closer look. Anyway, the tarpaulin on the outside is very thick, so you don't have to worry about being discovered. After some research, I turned off the flash and returned it to him, saying, "I have good news and bad news." ”

"Let's listen first......" Zhong Aihua said timidly.

"The good news is that we're on the right track, and this car should take us where we want to go – the Counterfeiting Workshop."

"Why? How do you know? ”

"That's the bad news I'm going to tell you." I grabbed a handful of dirt, released my palm, and slowly let it slide off. The soil is very sticky, and it does not fall off when it gets on your hands, like a scar on your hand. Zhong Aihua couldn't help but get nervous when he saw my strange smile.

"The mound we are hiding in now is not ordinary soil, but burial soil, where the dead have been buried." I was smiling.

Zhong Aihua's face changed rapidly, and he struggled desperately with his facial muscles, and for a moment he almost threw up. At this time, the car was already on the road, and the speed slowly increased. The shape of the mound slowly changed as the body shook, as if a pale arm or head would burst out of the earth at any moment. Zhong Aihua persisted for a while, but he couldn't bear this kind of psychological pressure, and with one limb propped up, his whole body was lifted out of the soil, and the tarpaulin was arched into a big bag.

"They...... What are they shipping this for? Grave? Zhong Aihua asked tremblingly, trying not to touch the dirt.

"No, it's for old-fashionedness."

Anyway, the car won't arrive until midnight, and there will be a long time on the road. I felt the need to take a lesson for this stunned young man, and he would worship me for once.

An important means of identifying cultural relics is to look at the soil particles remaining in the crevices of the artifacts. When something is buried in the soil for a long time, it will produce various chemical changes with the surrounding soil. Different places, different burial methods, different materials, and different changes are different. As long as the composition of the particles is checked, the authenticity can be roughly determined. This trait has been developed over time and is difficult to get old – so the counterfeiters came up with a way to find the tomb robbers to cooperate. Tomb robbers dug up a tomb and stole the utensils inside, and the hundreds of years old soil that was dug up were taken away by these people. They don't move the Ming utensils, only collect the soil, a bit of the meaning of buying and returning the beads, so it is called "buying the pearl". After the old soil is brought back, it is piled up in a pit - different ages cannot be mixed - and then the fakes are buried in it and poured with catalyst, which is called "stewed pot". Generally buried for a few years, the old soil and the new weapon will be glued tightly, and the flaws will be smoothed out.

Zhong Aihua was dumbfounded when he heard it, and he even forgot to be afraid: "I didn't expect that there would be such a means!" You can really imagine these fakes. ”

I lay comfortably in the soil, put my hands behind my head, squinted my eyes and said, "Don't underestimate these fakes, they are the ones who really stand at the forefront of the times." Let me tell you, the latest scientific and technological achievements are always used by counterfeiters first, and then they are mastered by appraisers. We, the appraisers, are always one step behind the counterfeiters. ”

"Isn't that a foot high and a foot high?"

"That's right, so the struggle between the real and the fake will never stop, even in the twenty-first and twenty-second centuries."

"But you're not going to give up, are you?"

"Someone has to do the right thing. Your responsibility as a journalist is to expose the truth, and our responsibility to identify treasures is to separate the false from the true. This is the fate of our Xu family, and it is also my duty. I looked at the tarpaulin in front of me and thought for a moment. Suddenly, there was a "click", and a white light flashed again, and it turned out that Zhong Aihua picked up the camera and took a picture of me. I smiled and asked what you could shoot in this environment, Zhong Aihua said, "When you said that just now, you were so handsome, I have to take a picture." Maybe in the future, I will repair the history of the five veins, and this one is also a historical document! ”

The speed of the car suddenly became faster, it is estimated that Xiao Liu saw the white light flashing behind the car in the reflector, and he was even more scared, right?

"Cultivating history for the five veins? It sounds like you're enthusiastic about the history of the Five Pulses. I asked casually. As soon as Zhong Aihua heard this, he immediately became energetic, and he didn't care about the evil nature of the soil at the moment, so he lay down and said triumphantly: "Of course, I have collected a lot of information about the bright-eyed plum blossom." In the Ming and Qing dynasties, the Republic of China, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, a lot of interesting things were dug up. You don't know, do you? Now the head of the five veins still has a deep relationship with our Zhengzhou. ”

"Liu Yiming?" My heart trembled, "What is his relationship with Zhengzhou?" ”

The mystery of this old man is actually no worse than that of the old court, always looming and extremely elusive. I haven't been in Wumai, only occasionally I heard Huang Yanyan mention it with half sarcasm, saying that Old Man Liu was also an unborn genius back then, but unfortunately his exquisite mind was not used in appreciating the ancients, and it was all used in playing tricks. However, Yanyan doesn't know the specific details, and the older generation of Wumai is very strict and rarely talks about the past.

Zhong Aihua poked his neck out, and said half proudly: "Not many people know about this story." It also took a lot of effort for me to piece together the interviews from several parties. "Don't sell it, come and hear it." I urged, it was really easy to talk to Zhong Aihua, as long as he pouted a little, he poured out all the words himself.

I looked outside the car, and it was still pitch black. Anyway, it's still far from the destination, so it's not bad to listen to it as if it were a small talk. I was very curious about Liu Yiming, and even had a little question. Liu Yiming has been preventing me from coming to Zhengzhou to investigate, could it be because of what happened in Zhengzhou back then?

Zhong Aihua turned sideways, supported the ground with one hand, and talked eloquently: "That was just after the end of the Anti-Japanese War." The position of the head of the five veins is vacant, and the red and yellow doors in the five veins all want to compete for this position and do not give in to each other. The strength of the two doors is equal, and they have fought several times without winning or losing. In order to avoid excessive internal friction, the five veins and several seniors in the ancient world of the capital came forward and asked the red and yellow two men to make a gambling contract. At that time, due to the war, the influence of the five veins in various places declined sharply, and it was urgent to regain the lost territory. Therefore, one person from each of the red and yellow gates went to Henan and Shaanxi provinces. Which one can win the important town, and which one will be the head of the house - this is the 'Henan-Shaanxi Covenant' that was popular in the antique industry at that time. What I didn't expect was that neither the red door nor the yellow door dispatched the older generation, and they coincidentally sent two young people. The one with the red character is Liu Yiming, and the one with the yellow character is called Huang Kewu, both of whom are geniuses who are not born in the world. After drawing lots, Liu went to Xi'an, and Huang came to Zhengzhou. ”

When I heard the names of these two people, my eyelids jumped, and I wondered what the origin of this kid was, is he really just a young reporter who has just graduated? Don't talk about these things, I guess I haven't heard of Yanyan. I opened my mouth and asked, "Why didn't Liu Yiming come to Zhengzhou?" ”

"Gee, I'm not done yet." Zhong Aihua was very unhappy that I interrupted him. When he talked about these anecdotes, his eyes lit up just like a little girl talking about Hong Kong and Taiwan stars. I heard the familiar names come out of the mouth of a stunned young man, and it felt really amazing.

"At that time, the Anti-Japanese War had just ended, and there were many antiques scattered among the people in Henan, and the market was very chaotic. Huang Kewu is a person who is jealous and hateful, has harsh methods, and has kung fu on his body. After he arrived in Henan, he had the heart to cut through the chaos quickly, picked several famous shops in one go, and recovered five or six cultural relics, which greatly boosted his prestige. The people in the Henan antique industry were very nervous, and the shopkeepers of seven antique shops joined forces to hold a treasure appreciation party in Yushun Building, the most famous restaurant in Zhengzhou, and invited Huang Kewu to attend, intending to restrain his monstrous flames. ”

I was leisurely fascinated, recalling the demeanor of Mr. Huang back then. It turned out that Huang Kewu had been bold since then. This person doesn't understand the way of Huairou and is dominant, no wonder the Zhengzhou antique industry is about to rebound. I just don't know what the origin of this treasure will be, how can I curb Huang Kewu?

Zhong Aihua saw my question, scratched his head and said, "I don't know much about antiques." However, I heard the old people in the family say that this appreciation meeting is also called the Douzhen Meeting, which is the tradition of Henan territory. I guess it may be that the two sides use their own collections as bargaining chips to test each other's identification skills. There are many fighting methods, what partition guesses, white cranes offer longevity, spirit apes climb branches, and 100 steps through Yang. Playing this, vision, net worth, means, and courage will not work without anything. If you are not careful, you may lose your life at once. ”

I said "um". This appreciation meeting must be similar to the fight in Beijing, but it is more difficult and the stakes are higher. In the past, those who played antiques were literati and scholars, and they would not make the ancient as if they were martial artists. In the troubled times of the Republic of China, people saw a lot of blood, and the whole world was angry, so there were these rules that were brave and ruthless. Those white cranes offering longevity and guessing the patterns of the partition should be the limiting conditions for treasure appreciation.

"Huang Kewu alone resisted seven shops, but it was really Zhao Zilong who rode into Cao Ying alone!" I sighed and praised.

Zhong Aihua was also fascinated: "A lonely hero, go to the meeting alone." This kind of arrogance still makes people's blood boil when they think about it! ”

"And what happened at this fair?"

Zhong Aihua showed a look of regret: "I don't know the specific details of the appreciation party in Yushun Building that night. At that time, even the shopkeeper of Yushun Building was driven downstairs, and no one was allowed to go up. I only know that at the beginning, Huang Kewu had the upper hand and broke ten treasures in a row. The shopkeeper of the seven big shops couldn't resist, so he invited a master nicknamed Yin Yang Eye from Kaifeng overnight, went up to the third floor, and fought with Huang Kewu in a sea of swords. ”

I don't know what the fighting method of "Sword Mountain and Sea of Fire" is, but just hearing the name is very dangerous.

Zhong Aihua said: "No one knows what happened. In a word...... It is said that this master finally forced Huang Kewu at a great price. Huang Kewu was too full of words before, so he had to go down to Yushun Tower and return to Beiping overnight. And Liu Yiming had already recovered the heroes of Shaanxi at that time, waiting for the master in the five veins. This position of head naturally fell into the hands of the red letter. ”

"Who's that master?" I asked curiously.

"No one knows where this person came from or who he is. There is only one thing that everyone knows, he was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, and he can see through the way of Huangquan. You think, this antique is used by dead people, others rely on looking at the ornamentation, look at the texture, people can communicate with the dead, which dynasty and which generation, just ask. ”

"That's. If you are a journalist, don't believe in these feudal superstitions. ”

I slowly changed my somewhat sore body to a different position and let out a long breath. It turned out that the grievances of Liu Huang's family started from that time. And Henan is still not very interested in the five pulses, which is also the cause and effect planted from that time. After many years, I actually lay on a car transporting grave soil and heard these origins, all kinds of things in the world, and the longitude and latitude of karma, but it is really wonderful.

Zhong Aihua said regretfully: "It's a pity that Yin Yang Eye died when he returned to Kaifeng that day, and the seven old shopkeepers have now passed away, and only Huang Kewu is left alone, I have worked hard, and I only collected this clue from the mouths of others, and no matter how detailed the story is, I am afraid I can only go to Beijing to ask the old man Huang." ”

"Why are you so obsessed with these stories?" I was impressed with Zhong Aihua. In the antique industry, there are not many people who know these old things, and he is a young descendant outside the circle, and he actually spent so much effort to search, and he has to praise his intentions.

Zhong Aihua said: "I have an uncle who is from the Anyang archaeological team. Every time he came to visit me, he would bring me some gadgets he had dug up, bone needles, broken pottery shards, small stone knives, etc., and there was a story behind every gift. That's when my interest in antiques began. Later, my uncle once bought cultural relics, and when he accidentally bought a fake, he was criticized by the unit, suspecting that he had embezzled money. He was a very good-looking person, and he actually committed suicide to show his innocence...... Alas, so I decided early on that it was necessary to make these people who made fakes pay. It's a pity that I don't have the talent to appreciate treasures, so I can only choose to be a reporter. ”

Zhong Aihua said this, clenched his fists, and looked resentful.

This guy's level of treasure appreciation is not worth mentioning, but he is really talented as a reporter, especially rare to have such a persistent pursuit of the truth, but this sense of smell and obsession is very rare. In time, I'm afraid he will be a powerful guy, maybe another Ji Yunfu. Thinking of Ji Yunfu, I couldn't help but feel a gloom in my heart.

"Don't worry, swear in my grandfather's name, I will definitely find out who is behind the counterfeiter." I said solemnly.

"Then it's decided!"

Two hands stained with grave soil shook hands in the darkness.

At this moment, the speed of the car suddenly slowed down. I quietly lifted the corner of the tarpaulin, and the moonlight was so good that I could barely see my surroundings. The car had already gotten off the road and was driving along a dirt road in the field, bumpy along the way. A village could be seen in the distance, most of the houses had sunk into darkness, but in this direction at the entrance of the village, a few flashlights were shaking.

That's probably their destination. I was excited in my heart, and now I was one step closer to the old pilgrimage.

I secretly told Zhong Aihua that it was almost time to jump out of the car now, don't wait until the car entered the village, and the unloading people were around, but they couldn't run. Now the speed is very slow, there are farmland on both sides, and the wheat is growing luxuriantly, which is just right for jumping out of the car. He and I seized an opportunity for the truck to turn and slow down, jumped off one after the other, and then rolled into the wheat field, lying on the ground.

The driver didn't notice anyone jumping out of the car and continued to drive forward. The two of us waited until the car was far away, and the cat walked all the way through the wheat field, deliberately making an arc, and burrowing into the village from the other direction.

The moonlight is so bright that you don't need to make it close to see the environment. This village is estimated to be an old natural village, lacking planning, most of the houses are red brick and tiles, and there are also a few crooked adobe houses, one in the east and one in the west, which are very scattered. The lanes between the houses were like a labyrinth, narrow and winding, and the dirt on the road kept the shape of being run over by a tractor on a rainy day, rolling like waves on both sides, and walking one foot deeper and one foot shallow.

By this time, most of the villagers had already fallen asleep, and there was silence all around, not even the sound of dogs barking, only the smell of straw and pig manure emanating from the dark mud beneath their feet. Zhong Aihua asked me what to do next. But I pushed him and said see for yourself.

I stood in the middle of the road and pointed to a small farm yard on his right. The mossy adobe walls outside the yard are so low that a boar in heat can even leap over it. Zhong Aihua leaned on the wall and looked in, and couldn't help but gasp.