Regardless of why Lin Qingwan was involved in this matter, and no matter how righteous this matter was, anyway, because of this incident, there was a national scandal in the Beijing Museum, and its reputation stinked in the circle.

One-third of the people in the entire museum were implicated, and although Director Qu was not involved, he could not escape from the charge of lax governance and improper management.

There may even be a crime of negligence involved.

For such a big thing in the museum, he, a curator, was actually kept in the dark.

When it comes to the network resources in the circle, ten Lin Su can't match Curator Qu.

Therefore, if you want to find ancient cultural relics research and maintenance work in the Beijing circle, it is tantamount to going to the sky.

Even if you look for Professor Chen, it's useless.

It's better to find Fangqiu, where Ye Luzi was born.

Although he intersected with the circle of people in the museum, it was still a little different.

At this time, Fang Qiu patted his chest and said, "This matter is on me, you can rest assured to go back and wait for news." ”

The guy took a box out and handed it to Lin Qingwan, it was the repair tool she needed.

In addition to these tools, she also needed to buy some other things, and Jade Pen cared very much about her appearance, and several times she saw it hide its corroded place in the quilt, under the pillow, and cry every time she saw the damaged place.

Lin Qingwan felt that it was a little difficult to repair it thoroughly, and it was obviously not possible to do it in a day or two, so she wanted to make a jade sleeve for it and cover it in half, especially the corroded part, so that it would not have to cry every day.

There are all kinds of jade sold in the thrift market, and there are jade that has not been opened.

Lin Qingwan was familiar with this area, and after looking for a long time, she finally found a stone seller in a corner.

This is a rough stone from the northwest region, because this is not a gambling stone market, and few people come here to buy stones.

But there are many people who do real and fake in this area, and there will always be a demand, so people with a way to set up a stall here, and the business is no worse than that of the gambling stone field.

Lin Qingwan didn't like to gamble, so she found the stall owner and said straightforwardly: "I want a piece of white jade to make a jade set, do you have a cut here?" ”

The stall owner smiled, "Miss, the white jade I have here is the best mutton fat jade from Xinjiang, the price is not cheap, instead of buying it, it is better to pick a few stones from me, the price is cheap, if you cut out good materials, you can make a lot of money by changing hands?" ”

"If you don't have that talent, let alone that life, you can just say that there is no cut white jade, you don't need to polish it, and the shape is irregular."

As soon as the stall owner heard this, he knew that she was an expert, and knew that there was no hope for the pit, so he turned around and took out three pieces of jade from a bag and placed them in front of her, and said: "There is no pure white jade, I can't keep such sky-high things here, and now I cut these three pieces, what do you like?" ”

Lin Qingwan took out the jade pen from her bag and put it on the cloth, as if she accidentally tilted it, and one end of the jade pen directly touched a piece of green jade.

Lin Qingwan picked up the piece of jade and asked with a smile, "What about this piece?" ”

The stall owner said with a smile: "The girl is really good-looking, this is the best piece in it......"

The stall owner didn't fool her at this point, Lin Qingwan is an expert in hard things, so she naturally knows what kind of jade is good and what kind of jade is bad.

So the vision of the jade pen is also good, and she chose the most expensive one for her.

After bargaining with the stall owner, Lin Qingwan paid for this piece of jade, and then gathered the jade pen to leave.

When he turned around, he accidentally touched the person behind him, and the other party's mobile phone fell to the ground, and Lin Qingwan hurriedly apologized to pick it up for him.

The jade pen in her hand trembled slightly, Lin Qingwan stood up quietly and handed the phone to the other party, her eyes swept over the other party's burlap bag.

"Can I take a look at the sir's stuff?"

The person on the other side flashed his eyes, raised his head and looked straight at Lin Qingwan, and asked in a dumb voice, "Miss wants to buy it?" ”

"It sees, naturally I want to buy it." Lin Qingwan lowered her voice and asked, "This is a new product?" ”

The person on the other side grinned and said softly, "Miss has a good eye." ”

His gaze swept over the jade pen in her hand, and he could see that it was an antiquity, plus he was also often mixed with this piece, Lin Qingwan may not know him, but he knew Lin Su's ancestors and grandchildren.

The grandfather and grandson are famous for their generosity, as long as they meet what they like, the price is easy to negotiate.

He was not afraid that Lin Qingwan would investigate the origin of his batch of goods, so he directly found a place next to him and squatted down and pulled out the contents of the sack one by one.

Soon there were people in the vicinity, and they saw that his things were gray and seemed to be very old, but both tourists and idle people who often mingled in this area only glanced at them and left.

Over the years, everyone has been pitted too much, and they all know that cultural relics can be old, and this batch has not even cleaned the soil, and it has been looked at for a long time, but who knows if it is the mud that they pasted on it?

Soon only a few people were left standing.

The stall owner knew that they knew the goods, so he smiled and said: "My batch of things has just been found out, and they haven't been cleaned yet. ”

One of them looked at it and said, "I don't think there's anything worth collecting." ”

The other said vaguely: "It's not from the official, is it?" ”

It is suspected to be a private grave.

The stall owner didn't speak, just looked at Lin Qingwan after putting everything out.

Lin Qingwan picked up a string of bells, which were very ordinary, similar in style to the current one, covered with rust.

The bell must have been roughly disposed of, but there was still a lot of dirt in the crevices, and there were no symbols or words to study in the body.

This kind of thing has no value in the eyes of archaeologists like Lin Qingwan.

However, she could feel that the bell was emitting an uncomfortable aura from the bell, and the jade pen in her hand was trembling, as if she was wary of it.

Lin Qingwan glanced at the blackened stall owner in Yintang and said, "I want this string of bells, you can set a price." ”

The stall owner compared the price to her, and Lin Qingwan shook her head, "No, cut it in half." ”

The stall owner's face darkened, "Miss is joking with me?" ”

"I'm serious."

"That young lady is just shabu me, how can I bargain and cut it in half, I am all new."

"It's new enough, but it's not collectible." Lin Qingwan pointed to the things on his stall and said: "Porcelain is not from the official kiln, bronze has no iconic words and symbols, let alone my string of bells, bare, the material and craftsmanship are not special, do you think it has collectible value?" ”

"Then why did the young lady buy it?"

"Fate."

Stallholder: "......"

This is the usual routine used by everyone when bargaining, looking at a thing is fate, and the price is too high to buy is a lack of fate.

He hesitated.

These things are all leftovers picked up by others, and he looked at them carefully when he chose them, and there was indeed nothing special.

But he doesn't have much capital, so he makes a hard-earned money, this kind of thing is not a smash if he stays in his hands for two or three years, but if he can sell it immediately, even if the price is low, it is still profitable.

The most difficult thing to sell here is this string of bells, and if he doesn't sell it now, there will be few people willing to buy it in the future.

And the price will also be very low.

He has been in this business for more than 20 years, so he naturally knows the doorway.

After thinking about it, if you grit your teeth and say, "Okay, half of it will be given to you." ”

Anyway, I also earned a small 2,000, and it changed hands.

Lin Qingwan took out the money to pay, wrapped the bell in the newspaper and left in the bag.

As soon as she left, other people lined up to pick up things, and there were deals, but most of them had seen it, and it was really not good.

Lin Qingwan knew that the jade pen was afraid of bells, so she didn't put it in her bag, but held it in her hand.

Out of the thrift market, Lin Qingwan took a car and left, so she didn't see a young man in a sweatshirt getting off a bus, his face was pale and ugly, and he was about to go in a hurry.

Before entering the door, he looked up and looked around, but he didn't see anything that made him restless, and then he frowned and walked inside.

The stall owner took the stall and sold three orders today, he just took over this batch of things, and he hasn't had time to deal with it, and when he has dealt with it, he will put it out again, which should attract a group of tourists to come here.

He took the sack and left, because he was familiar with this area, and there were often police people, so the security was not bad, and he cut straight to the road, only to turn into the alley and was struck by a hooded man with a knife across the neck.

The stall owner's heart was cold, he raised his hands very well aware of the current affairs, and took the initiative to take out the money on his body and hand it over, crying with tears and snot: "Little brother, I will give you all this money, I just hope you don't be impulsive, I am old and young, and my wife at home will not do anything except take care of children, so she points to me to earn money to support my family, can you spare my life?" ”

The hood didn't look at the money in his hand, kicked the sack open, got all the things inside, and asked in a suppressed voice, "What about the things you collected from Li Weimin's house?" ”

The stall owner was stunned for a moment before he reacted, he mostly collected these things from the villagers, he knew where they came from, but he didn't do it himself, just bought it, and it was legal enough for him to get it.

But he was afraid that the police would come to the door one day, so he had his own account book there, and he could remember clearly what he had received from which house.

Li Weimin's house he received three things, a pair of porcelain bowls and a string of bells, at this time the porcelain bowls were lying at the foot of the hood, he turned a blind eye, obviously what he was looking for was not them, it could only be ......

The stall owner shuddered, knelt on the ground with the money in his hand and said: "Little brother, all the things I collected are here except for the few things I sold, but today, most of the things I bought today are passing tourists, and they are all cash ......."

Seeing that the other party's air pressure was getting lower and lower, he hurriedly said: "But I remember their appearance, I will sell four or five goods today, and I remember the appearance of the guests." ”

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "If you don't believe it, you can also ask the stall next to me, they all look at it, how much do you know." ”