Ye Fan's face was calm, and even his tone was very relaxed, obviously, he didn't pay any attention to the difficulties of these people.

The middle-aged man had a calm face and snorted lightly: "What Mr. Ye said, we naturally know, but you also said just now that this jade cicada can not only be worn by dead people, but also by living people, why is Mr. Ye so sure that this is a cicada worn by a dead person?" Could it be that Mr. Ye saw with his own eyes that this jade cicada was taken out of the mouth of a dead person?"

The middle-aged man's words immediately caused a burst of laughter.

But Ye Fan gave him a blank look: "Just with you stupid pig, I'm afraid I won't be able to judge for the rest of my life."

Ye Fan shook his head, and then pointed at the jade cicada.

"If it is something to wear, there must be a hole in the body of the jade cicada, which is used to string ropes to wear, but you look at the jade cicada, the whole body is complete, there is no hole, and it cannot be worn at all, so he can only bury the jade."

When people identify objects, it is often the most obvious details that are often overlooked.

It's like this jade cicada, such a simple truth, these people didn't even find it.

Ye Fan's words made the middle-aged man's face red and white for a while, and he really didn't notice whether this jade cicada was complete.

Just now, his mind was on how to really deal with Ye Fan.

But the man on the side said coldly, "Even if this is a burial, how can you be sure that he is Hanyu? You know, funerary goods and jade are two different concepts."

The man was still chattering and pestering.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry." Ye Fan said coldly, and then looked at the man.

"This jade cicada is exquisitely carved, the traces are smooth, domineering and powerful, and the edge is obvious, this is a typical Han Eight Knife technique, and it has been recorded in ancient books that the Han Eight Knife Jade Cicada must be a cicada, because the craftsmanship is simple, the lines are domineering, and the edge is exposed, which is contained in the mouth of the deceased, which can make the deceased communicate with heaven and earth, and the soul is resurrected."

"So, I dare to conclude that this jade cicada must be a cicada, and it is from the Han Dynasty."

Ye Fan's words made the man completely speechless.

He had heard of the Han Eight Sword Jade Cicada, but he had never really seen it.

I didn't expect that when I first met today, there would be so many troubles.

"How? Wu Shao? Are you still satisfied with Ye's answer?"

Ye Fan turned his head to look at Wu Liuding, his face dyed with coldness.

Hearing Ye Fan's words, although Wu Liuding was reluctant to admit it in his heart, he had no way to argue.

With a sneer, he turned around and returned to his seat.

Seeing that Wu Liuding had retreated, Ye Fan smiled with satisfaction: "This Han Badao cicada has been identified, if you like this kind of funeral goods, you can auction it at a high price, but after you get it, you can't easily use the road, otherwise it will be easy to be checked."

Funeral goods, Ming utensils, this is prohibited from circulation on the market, once it is found, it is likely that you will have to go to the prison cell to eat prison food in the next time.

Hearing Ye Fan's words, the middle-aged man on the stage looked like water, thinking that this jade cicada would be able to fetch a good price, but in the end, Ye Fan saw through it, and they disturbed their carefully planned auction.

None of the people present were stupid, and no one would spend money to buy a bright vessel to go back.

In the end, this jade cicada was auctioned.

Although the middle-aged man was angry in his heart, he still held back his anger and squeezed out a smile on his face.

"This jade cicada is just an appetizer, since it is famous, we naturally will not continue to auction, it is better to wait until the fact to hand over this weapon to the state."

The middle-aged man made a generous appearance, and then continued to smile, "Next, let's have a second auction."

As he spoke, the man brought up a large box, half a man high.

The two guys carried it with all their might, and it could be seen that the weight of this object was very heavy, and the two of them were still snorting and panting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this second auction item was finally acquired by my Antiques Association after a lot of hard work, and it can be said to be unparalleled in the world."

The middle-aged man had an excited smile on his face. Then, he stepped forward and opened the box.

Subsequently, the contents of the object were revealed.

I saw that the box contained more than a dozen clods of soil, but what was shocking was that these clay tablets were painted with pictures.

"Is this a mural?"

Ye Fan frowned and said in a deep voice.

Seeing Ye Fan's shocked expression, a smug smile suddenly appeared on the face of the middle-aged man on the stage.

"What Mr. Ye said is right, this is indeed a mural, and it is a mural excavated from an ancient tomb, there are a total of thirteen pieces, which can be pieced together into a group of murals, which is extremely valuable, not only has great historical value, but also has great collection value."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, and his face was full of pride.

This kind of object is different from porcelain, jade.

Because the murals in the tombs are generally weathered and cannot be preserved at all, there are very few murals that can really be displayed in front of the world over the years.

It is even more rare to have such a clear mural as the Jiangcheng Antique Association.

Moreover, since no one has ever been able to take out the frescoes, there is no law that the frescoes are open objects and cannot be bought or sold.

In this way, even if the origin of the mural is admitted, no one will pursue it.

"Can you put this mural together? So I'll look at it carefully."

Someone suggested.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded: "That's natural, if you don't take a closer look, I'm afraid you won't buy it."

As he spoke, he ordered someone to come forward and piece the mural piece by piece, and finally, thirteen pieces of fragments condensed into one.

"It's a hunting picture."

Looking at the pattern on it, Liu Piaofu murmured in a low voice.

I saw that on the mural, a man rode a tall horse, held a bow and arrows, dressed in civilian clothes, and his face was full of excited smiles.

And behind him, a dozen followers, also on horseback carrying equipment.

The figure paintings are lifelike and vivid.

Generally speaking, frescoes of this quality only appear in the tombs of princes and nobles.

"This mural looks familiar."

Ye Fan frowned slightly, staring at the mural and said in a deep voice.

This time, he completely lowered his voice, and he definitely wouldn't speak easily until he figured out the mural.

Liu Piaoxu was slightly stunned, and looked at him suspiciously: "Have you seen it?"

How is this possible? The mural is in the tomb, if Ye Fan has seen it, there is only one possibility, he once went to this tomb.

But this is not possible.

I saw Ye Fan slowly close his eyes and try to recall.

In his past and present lives, the murals he had seen and the scrolls of paintings were all floating in his mind at this moment.

Suddenly, a painting he had seen in his previous life made Ye Fan's body stunned.

"I see, no wonder I said it looks so familiar, this Jiangcheng Antique Association is really insidious enough."

Ye Fan muttered in a low voice.

Not hearing what she was saying, Liu Piaoxu asked in his ear, "Did you find anything?"

From Ye Fan's expression, he knew that he must have found a problem.

But this man is really too strict-mouthed, and he will never speak easily until the moment comes.

At this time, the middle-aged man on the stage looked at Ye Fan with a provocative gaze: "I don't know about this mural, does Mr. Ye have any high opinions?"