"Yes, it's better to find a more formal auction company, a larger company." I emphasized.

"Okay, I'm going to take a picture with a digital camera now, record the size, and then report it to the auction company, if the auction company is interested, perhaps, you have to take the collection to the auction company, they will have experts to further identify it, and at that time, the cost of appraisal will be paid by the auction company, do you think this is good?"

"Very good, very good, thank you Mr. Dong!"

Dong Dequan brought a single-lens reflex camera, which looked quite professional.

I helped Dong Dequan to take pictures of the details of each part of Liu Yong's couplet, then measured the size, and finally scanned the couplet with a large scanner, and looked at it with a computer screen, which was very clear.

After doing this, it took me more than an hour before I rolled up the couplet and prepared to leave.

Dong Dequan sent me to the door, I suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked, "By the way, Mr. Dong, you have been in the antiques industry for a long time, can I ask you about something?" ”

"Well, what's that, you say?"

"Mr. Dong, do you know the master who framed the painting, that is, the old calligraphy and painting are broken down and reframed, and the level must be higher......

"Why, you want to reframe this calligraphy of Liu Yong," Dong Dequan shook his head and said, "I don't recommend you to do this, isn't this kind of original old mounting of the Qing Dynasty more antique?" ”

"No, no, no, it's not this couplet," I quickly explained, "I still have one in my hand, but unfortunately it has been blistered, and the handwriting and picture on it have become blurred, so I need a skilled framer to take that painting down and reframe it......"

"Oh, that's right, hey, how many collections do you have?!" Dong Dequan looked me up and down and asked.

I felt as if I had leaked my mouth, a little bit of a feeling of showing off my wealth, and I was horrified by Dong Dequan, and then I turned around and quickly went down the stairs.

Dong Dequan smiled bitterly and said to me: "I remember this matter, and when I go back, I will ask my friend who appraisals calligraphy and painting to help you, and then call to tell you......"

I went downstairs and turned back to Dong Dequan and said, "Thank you Mr. Dong." ”

……

Not long after I left the Antique Research Institute, I felt as if someone was staring at me behind me, which made my back feel very uncomfortable.

I was nervous, hugged the painting scroll in my hand, and thought: Could it be that I have met a thief, seeing that I came out of the antique research institute and wanted to snatch the treasure in my hand, I knew that I came with Feng Qingyang......

Originally, I wanted to take the path, but now I don't dare, and walk quickly towards the wide road.

At this moment, the mobile phone suddenly rang, and when I took it out, I saw that it was actually a call from Lin Ying-jeou's mustache.

I glanced back, and no one was following, so I answered the phone.

"What's the matter, I didn't hang up in advance, I'm really busy!" I said with some impatience.

"Marelliin, you've been really busy lately?" Lin Ying-jeou's tone was yin and yang.

"You...... What do you mean?! I asked rhetorically.

"These days, you went to Guitou Mountain, went down to the general's tomb, and went to the construction site today, what do you want to do?!"

"How do you know?!"

"Marelliin, are you hiding something from me, you ...... Who the hell are you?! ”

"I ......"

"Don't hide it, I've seen you!!"

"Huh? Where are you?!! ”

"There's a small teahouse in the building around the corner, come up, I'm going to have a good chat with you......"

"What are you talking about, I...... I'm going back now......"

"Don't you really want to know the truth about that night, I can tell you, you came to the teahouse, I told you everything, starting with a bus that disappeared thirty years ago......"

Lin Ying-jeou probably knew that I was a curious person, and he deliberately said that these things lured me, yes, I was indeed very curious.

If I go to the teahouse to see Lin Ying-jeou, he can really tell me the truth about the black goods that night, I will definitely go!

After walking a few steps, there was a very tall building on the corner of the street.

Seven or eight stories high, a circle of glass is lit up, and a teahouse sign is hung outside.

I walked into the building alone and took the elevator all the way to the teahouse, where a waiter came over and took me to a small private room inside.

When I pushed the door in, I saw a person drinking tea with his back to the door.

I looked down and coughed, and the man slowly turned his head.

Sure enough, it was that mustachioed Lin Ying-jeou.

Short head, the corners of the hair are a little square, probably just haircut, a pair of eyes staring at me intently, still with an unsmiling expression.

When Lin Ying-jeou saw that I had gone to the appointment, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if to mean that he had laughed.

I nodded at Lin Ying-jeou, who motioned for me to sit across from me, and then poured me a small cup of tea.

When I looked down, the tea was very dark, and I didn't know what kind of tea it was brewing.

Even if it's an aged Pu'er tea, there must be too much tea, and I don't dare to drink such a black tea.

"Uncle Nine, what do you want to tell me about that No. 7 bus?!" I asked straight to the point.

"It seems that you also know something, yes, it is indeed the No. 7 bus that disappeared thirty years ago......" Lin Ying-jeou looked at me with more respect.

Only then did I realize that I was negligent, and casually told all the things I asked from Lao Cui about the No. 7 bus, but unfortunately the words had been exported and could not be recovered.

"Why did that car appear under the construction site after it disappeared?!" I asked tentatively again.

"This matter is complicated, maybe I have to tell a long story, Marelliin, please listen patiently......"

"Okay, I'll hear you."

However, Lin Ying-jeou did not start with why the bus disappeared, but said something else, saying that there is a scarce metal in the world called "Krosokin".

The whole thing, starting with this strange metal—

Krosokin is a name I've never heard of at all.

This metal is said to be very special, and there is a kind of electrical discharge that occurs inside, and of course, the so-called discharge is not really electricity, but a radiant energy.

The radiation energy emitted by this metal is not emitted every day, but there are cycles, and there are also strong and weak differences.

However, no one can predict this cycle at the moment.

It is worth noting that once the metal releases energy, the strange energy emitted will weaken the structure of the atoms and molecules of the surrounding matter by shaking the air, causing the closer matter to decompose and melt into countless finer particles, and finally, the scattered matter will be attracted to the vicinity of Krosokin.

Why did Lin Ying-jeou say this?

Because, underneath the construction site, there is a piece of Krosodin hidden!!