"Xiao Yu, did you buy the knife you bought?"

"I've got it, I'll send it to you right away!"

The one who spoke was a young man who wouldn't make the slightest impression at a glance, named Hongyu.

"What a good Tang knife, it was ruined by that old guy. I don't know anything about knives at all, and I still have to engage in literature and art, hey, it's a pity" Hong Yu looked at the knife in his hand, and didn't want to send it to its buyer, his own boss!

Hongyu has always liked knives, especially Tang knives!

Not long after graduation, after eating countless closed-door soups, Hongyu finally figured out the fact that large companies want that kind of old bird with work experience, and a rookie like himself who has just graduated, it is better to find a place to mix some experience first. So I entered this small shop with a yellow door number.

On this day, the owner of this shop moved to a new house, and the smugness on his face was not concealed at all, and he didn't know which young grass he had stolen. was happy in his heart, so he showed off to him, a "top student" who had just been recruited: "Xiao Yu, you see that I just bought a house, what kind of decoration should I make, but I'm sad to death!"

"Look at the way you burn the bun to the sky, how can you be half sad!" Of course, Hongyu didn't dare to say this, but dared to think about it in his heart. But when I heard the boss say this, I suddenly remembered a Tang knife I saw not long ago, and I was itchy for a long time, but I was shy, so it was better to let this old guy buy it, and I could also play with it!

After making up his mind, he said, "Brother, do you usually have any favorite things?" Well, you heard it right, although the boss is more than 30 years older than Hong Yu, he insists on letting him call him brother! "Let me think about it", the boss thought while Hong Yu guided on the side: "How about you hang a knife in the living room, high-end atmosphere and grade!"

When the boss heard this, his eyes lit up, he really didn't think about hanging a knife, but it seemed to be good, it looked antique. What kind of knife should I hang? The boss pondered to himself, not noticing the cheap look of Hongyu next to him who had succeeded in his conspiracy.

Hongyu knows that if you say too much, you will lose, and if you don't do it too much, you will urge it at this time, maybe the boss will not buy it if he is not happy. So I opened the computer, clicked on the browser, and began to look for Tang Dao's information and some beautiful pictures. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the boss's voice to come from behind: "Xiao Yu, you came up with the idea, can you show me any good-looking knives? What kind of knife is this, a Japanese sword? Lao Tzu doesn't like the little Japanese thing the most on weekdays, look at the individual!"

"Oh, my mother! No culture, it's terrible!" Of course, Hong Yu didn't dare to spit out these words! With a smile on his face, he didn't dare to point out that the boss was not, but followed the boss's words and picked up the conversation: "This is our Chinese knife, how can the little Japanese knife compare with our knife!"

The boss looked incredulous: "It looks like a Japanese knife, if you don't tell me why, Lao Tzu will fire you squid!"

Hongyu was really startled, he never expected that this old guy was still an "angry young man" in his fifties, and hurriedly explained: "Boss, look carefully, this is a Tang knife, the Japanese katana is a pirated version of our Tang knife, I don't believe you always compare and compare carefully, I'll find you a picture of a Japanese sword for you to see."

The old man didn't care about him calling himself boss instead of his brother, and after careful comparison, he found that the two kinds of knives were indeed very different!

As a Tang knife lover, it is very easy to say a few words about Tang knife to fool a layman, "Boss, you-"

"Stop, let you call me brother, why are you calling the boss again, isn't it owed?"

"Hey, brother, you see, the blade of the Japanese knife accounts for one-half of the entire blade, and it is extremely sharp, and if you look at the Tang knife, the blade only accounts for a quarter, and the blade is not particularly sharp."

"Oh, really, isn't our Tang knife as good as a Japanese sword?" the boss looked unhappy.

"No, no, no—"

"It's a fart, say it quickly!"

"-, of course, it's not that our swords are inferior to Japanese swords, I'll tell you slowly. The Tang knife was a military standard knife in the Tang Dynasty, and at that time, the level of iron-making in our country was very high, and the soldiers wore iron armor. As a weapon, if it is too sharp, the blade is easy to curl. Year after year, weapon durability is important"

"Those brain-dead, self-proclaimed smart, and messily change our Tang knives, they all have to roll their blades on the battlefield, haha!"

"I don't object to their brain-dead, but they didn't change the structure of the blade for this reason, but at that time, in Japan, a set of iron armor was very luxurious, and the generals did not necessarily have a set, and the soldiers had a set of leather armor even if they were well-equipped, so they were not afraid of the blade curling, so the Japanese knife was relatively light and thin, sharp, and the Tang knife was thicker and heavier. Although these two knives are similar in appearance, they are completely different. If two knives are slashed against each other, it must be a Japanese sword!" Hong Yu talked endlessly about Tang Dao, completely forgetting the etiquette!

The boss didn't care about this, but was deeply attracted by the Tang knife he said, "I decided, I'm going to hang a Tang knife in the living room!"

So, with the boss's "public funds" in his pocket, Hongyu came to the long-cherished Tang knife.

"What, if you don't sell it, why don't you sell it?"

What Hong Yu never expected was that this Tang knife was actually not for sale! The owner of the antique shop said that it was handed down by his grandfather's grandfather, and he put it here to be the treasure of the town store.

Hongyu is anxious, it is rare for the old guy to generously take out 100,000 yuan at a time, let him buy the best Tang knife as best as possible and go back (what a simple boss~), he has been in love with this knife for a long time, do you want to give up?

What neither Hongyu nor the shopkeeper noticed was that the Tang knife, as if he felt the former's unwillingness, trembled slightly!

"Boss, how accommodating are you? Or will you give me a price?"

The shopkeeper is a cunning master, and this knife is indeed a grandfather's heirloom, but the result of his innumerable expert appraisal is that it is a fake! Well, it is a two-hundred-year-old fake. Saying that it will not be sold is nothing more than raising the price.

"Young man, it's not that I don't want to sell, who will have trouble with money, the problem is, I can't sell!

Hongyu is still deeply involved in the world, and he feels that the boss has said this, and it is estimated that he will not be able to buy it, so he has to buy another one. While shaking his head, he sighed again and again, his eyes full of disappointment.

When the shopkeeper saw Hongyu's appearance, he was a little anxious, and he couldn't care about the inconsistencies, so he hurriedly added: "But I see that the little brother's eyebrows are full of heroism, which is faintly in line with my knife temperament, so I'll sell it to you today!"

When Hong Yu heard this, he was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "How much?"

The shopkeeper was not in a hurry to ask for money, but gently held up the blade of the knife. Looking at the snow-white blade affectionately, there was a little fascination in his eyes, just like his wife who met honestly for the first time!: "I grew up holding it, and it has long been an indispensable part of my life, looking for it when I'm happy, and looking for it when I'm unhappy-"

Hearing this, Hongyu didn't understand what the shopkeeper meant, he just wanted to ask for more money!

"Ten thousand, what do you think" Hongyu could afford goosebumps when he heard it, and quickly interrupted the fatal shopkeeper's "affectionate confession"!

"What, if you want to take away my heirloom for 10,000 yuan, you kid is daydreaming!

"Boss, I know your baby is tight, but I've been watching this knife for a while, and no one has ever expressed even the slightest interest in it, I'll take 50,000, what do you think?"

"Don't even think about it, 150,000, love or not" said, and looked like he wanted to put it away.

"Hey, boss, don't worry, I'll add another 10,000, 60,000, what do you think? Otherwise, let's find a master to appraise it and see how much your knife is worth?"

"Who else knows more about this knife? I won't rub my tongue with you, 100,000 is my bottom line, if you want to, take it."

"Okay, deal!" As soon as he heard that it had dropped to 100,000, Hongyu couldn't wait to make the final decision!

The shopkeeper looked like he was in pain, and he handed the knife to Hongyu unwillingly, but his heart was happy, "This stunned green, hum! Fight with me!"

Hongyu happily took Tang Dao away, and just after leaving the store, he received a call from the boss.

Hong Yu, who had just put down the phone, suddenly heard a sudden sound of braking, and then fell into darkness - soon, the police blocked the scene of the incident, but what they didn't know was that the Tang knife that Hong Yu was holding in his arms disappeared at some point.