Looking at the huge factory building in front of them, Chen Ziyang and several people were stunned, they actually had a feeling of traveling, even in the suburbs of the capital, this place is too retro, it makes several people have a feeling of returning to the sixties and seventies of the last century.

In the compound of the factory is a three-story factory made of red bricks, the factory looks dilapidated from the outside, all the windows are inlaid with old-fashioned wooden frame window frames, a window is composed of more than a dozen pieces of glass, and even a complete glass can not be found on the window frame, and I don't know how many years of wind and rain have been experienced.

The entire factory was surrounded by a ring of dilapidated red brick walls, most of which had collapsed, and the yard was overgrown with weeds and a layer of gravel. Looking at the dilapidated scene in front of him, Yang Lei sighed with emotion: "I said Boss Wang, are you sure that we are coming to this place?" If you draw a circle in this place and write a split letter, it will still be like that.

Even if this place is a suburb of the capital, it is not an inch of land, it is also an inch of land, if this place is sold, it can build three rows of villas, which has to be sold for hundreds of millions, and now this is simply a tyrannical thing! ”

The four men walked forward on the broken white stones all over the ground, and from time to time, the footsteps of several people startled the wild cats and wild dogs in the grass. The gate of this factory is a large iron gate with two openings, and it can be seen that this iron gate used to be painted with blue paint, but now it is covered with red rust.

Wang Chuan pushed open the hidden door and led them into the factory. As everyone thinks, the factory on the first floor is a huge empty factory area, the whole factory is supported by a few pillars on the top, and the rest of the open space is full of blue or green, rusty, dilapidated lathe machines.

In the factory on the first floor, there are broken bricks everywhere, and in a few places the broken bricks are even piled up into bricks, and the broken glass all over the ground is trilling.

"I'm going to you, if you were filming a murder TV series like the fifties and sixties, you wouldn't have to set up a backdrop. I even seemed to see two bodies buried under the piles of bricks. Looking at the dilapidated factory, Yang Lei began to be poor again. But this time, his words were agreed by Chen Ziyang and Umbrella Shishuai, and I really don't know why someone would choose to live in this place.

Wang Chuan led them to the stairs upstairs, and they were even more surprised when they saw a few people, where is this staircase! It was also so broken that the twenty or so stairs didn't even have handrails, one side was suspended in the air, and the other was attached to the wall.

There are no handrails, but most of this staircase has collapsed, and a few of the stairs have collapsed more severely, leaving only a cement platform of about 30 cm against the wall, if you want to go up, you need to lean your back against the wall, and walk sideways against the wall so as not to fall.

The few people who walked these stairs were frightened, Wang Chuan was okay, he knew everything here, he should have been here more than once, but these stairs scared Yang Lei enough.

After a few people went up to the second floor, the scene they saw was even more confusing, the entire second floor was very empty, without a trace of clutter, which was incompatible with the style of the first floor.

But there is a huge container on the second floor, this container is so big, it is like a small factory, and the width alone almost occupies the entire width of the second floor, and I don't know how long it is. Chen Ziyang estimated that this thing should be custom-made from the material of the container. It can't be a real container at all, and if such a large box is loaded, it can't be lifted at all.

In front of the door of the container, there was an electronic combination lock, and Wang Chuan pressed the red button on the password lock. A few seconds later, when there was a bang, a small door popped up on the container, Wang Chuan signaled to a few people, and walked in first. The three civil engineers hurriedly followed and walked in.

The inside of the container is still a large space, and there is no partition at all. The ground here is painted like a chessboard, with white lattices one meter square. Except for a few grids, there is one thing in each of the other grids, and the types of these things are very mixed, including all kinds of porcelain, all kinds of bronzes, and even some ornaments that Chen Ziyang has never seen.

In each cell, a few sentences are written in chalk, more or less, but almost every cell is present. At the end of this container, Chen Ziyang saw two people busy there.

Wang Chuan led the three of them forward, and Chen Ziyang looked at the things written in the lattice on the ground by the way. There were a few sentences written in each cell, mostly dates and a few words, and Chen Ziyang saw a white object soaking in an iron basin, which looked like ivory. It is written right next to this basin, painted on October 15, carved on October 21, and I don't know what it means.

Most of the other things are like this, Chen Ziyang pondered and pondered, this seems to be the process of making these works of art, but I have not heard of anyone making these things like this. Just when Chen Ziyang was puzzled, the four of them walked to the end of the container, looking at the two people who were busy at the end of the container, Chen Ziyang understood what the words written on the ground before meant. It turned out that those were fake processes!

At the end of the container there is a work area with several tables. At this time, there were two people, a man and a woman, an old man and a young man, who were busy there. An old man with white temples and a wrinkled face was scraping the patina from the rusty copper sheets one by one with a knife, and then carefully picked them up with a small saucer.

After he scraped a copper sheet, he handed a small dish with patina to a woman beside him, this woman was very young, very delicate, with long hair coiled on her head, a melon seed face with delicate facial features, coupled with her serious expression, she looked very attractive.

The woman carefully picked up the patina from the dish with tweezers, and then gestured on a copper tripod in front of her, and then touched something like glue on the patina, and then stained the patina on the copper tripod.

After watching this woman's whole set of actions, Chen Ziyang actually had an illusion that after the patina stuck to this copper tripod, it was very natural, as if it was really the patina born from the copper tripod.

Seeing that Wang Chuan didn't speak and kept standing there, the other three people also learned from him to stand there quietly and watch the two people busy. Nearly an hour later, several people were a little unable to stand. At this moment, the woman who had stuck the patina to the copper tripod let out a sigh of relief.

In front of her, this originally slightly old copper tripod, has been stained with patina, looks as if it has experienced many years of vicissitudes, seeing this kind of craft, several people looked at each other, the heart said that the antique line is too deep, this is simply a master of counterfeiting, if not seen with their own eyes, a few people will not believe that the difference between this copper tripod before and after will be so big.

Seeing that the copper tripod was already covered with patina, the old man took the tripod aside. At the same time, he brought an electric fan and placed it a few meters away from Tongding.

Then the old man turned on the electric fan, grabbed a handful of sand from a box full of sand on the side, put it in front of the electric fan, and slowly let the sand in his hand fall. The fine sand was blown by an electric fan, and a layer of dust-like something was blown towards the copper tripod a few meters away.

After a while, a thin layer of dust was covered with a thin layer of dust on the copper tripod that had just been stained with patina. Chen Ziyang and the three of them glanced at each other, and said in their hearts, my good man, this is just like just taking it out of the tomb, several people have seen the burial items in the four burial pits in Li Yan's tomb, most of them are covered with a layer of such dust, it is exactly the same.

It seems that the old man in front of him should be the capable man Wang Chuan asked for.

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