I have never been polite to Senior Brother Huang's indiscriminate training.

"Your junior brother even dares to say that Zhu Dihai's compass is fake. Your master's level is really not very good."

Immediately, Senior Brother Huang became angry, looked me up and down, and suddenly turned his hand to me and said coldly, "You haven't asked Your Excellency who is the master of the famous name?"

This is going to be a trick on me!

In China's cross talk world, opera industry, and restoration industry, there are very traditional rules of mentorship.

There's nothing wrong with that!

But I deeply hate the antique shop, which is an old-fashioned custom in the old society of the Republic of China.

What the is it, and you still play this kind of seniority?

These people were still alive a hundred years ago?

"What?" Don't you dare to report the source of the teacher?"

Senior Brother Huang arched his hand at me and said sharply: "You insult my junior brother, that is because my junior brother's skills are not as good as others. But if you insult my master, then I will have to ask Your Excellency for an explanation."

As he spoke, Senior Brother Huang clasped his fists again and reported to his family in a deep voice: "Under the Xia family. The third generation of disciples. Headquarters Archaeological Laboratory. Yellow! Crown! Raise!"

"Please ask your high name!"

Headquarters Archaeological Laboratory?!

Isn't this the unit that the Empress Zhuang asked me to go to at the beginning?

Under the Xia family?

Which Xia family?

Does Shenzhou have a great character surnamed Xia?

Never heard of it.

Yellow crown raising?

I don't know!

Haven't heard of it!

Suddenly, I tightened my eyes and looked at the other person's badge.

Well?

Jiayin!

This person's number also starts with Jiayin?

Could it be that this person is the head of the archaeological laboratory at the headquarters?

So young?

Is there a thirty-five year old?

The headquarters archaeological laboratory, that is a very awesome unit.

The predecessor of the headquarters laboratory was the state-run antique shop opened by the headquarters, which was responsible for earning foreign exchange.

The master who can mix here is either a grandmaster or a master, or a disciple of the grandmaster's children.

Headquarters Archaeological Institute, not to mention.

A few decades ago, the archaeology of Shenzhou Cultural Museum was fighting its own battle because of the pitiful lack of funds, and at that time, the awesome public units dug up antiques and antiquities during construction, and they were all placed in their own units as exhibits.

In the past, Fangzhou was forced to be higher than the Wenbo archaeological team, and all the things dug up from the ground in those years were returned to Fangzhou.

The more antiques were dug up, the more they simply set up their own museums.

This is where the Fangzhou Museum comes from.

At that time, the situation at the headquarters was similar to that of Fangzhou, but they were smart and set up an archaeological team by themselves. Independent of the archaeological team, its status was once on a par with the archaeological institute of the Academy of Sciences of the Hanlin Academy.

Although the status of the archaeological team of the headquarters is not comparable to that of the Academy of Sciences of the Hanlin Academy, it is still an existence that cannot be underestimated.

"Are you Huang Suo?"

Huang Guanyang looked at me coldly, as if he was looking at an enemy of life and death, and his tone was even more solemn: "Haven't you asked your Excellency for your name? Who's the teacher?"

Before I could respond to Huang Guanyang, the two-armed dragon grandson next to me slowly raised his hands, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his left hand bowed to me outside.

"Under the Xia family."

"Third generation disciple."

"Shenzhou Cultural Museum Archaeological Corps."

"Xiahou Jichi!"

"Please tell your Excellency's name? Who's the teacher?"

Don't really say it.

This Xiahou Jichi shook his arms together, and he really had the demeanor of a prince of the Republic of China.

It's just that I'm a little confused.

Like the head of a unit like the archaeological laboratory, who can only sit firmly by strength, Huang Guanyang will never be an ordinary person.

This two-armed Xiahou Longsun looks like a little dragon

age, turned out to be a member of the archaeological team.

There are also Xu Chunxiang and Xu Hanlin, who were called uncles by Huang Guanyang Xiahou Jichi.

The whole family is engaged in archaeology and identification......

Who in Shenzhou can teach such awesome disciples and grandchildren?

It definitely can't be old mean.

Because the old despicable is not surnamed Xia.

Who's not old and despicable?

The awesome giant surnamed Xia, I should definitely have heard of it.

Could it be......

The giant who hasn't been declassified yet?

There is only this possibility.

"I haven't consulted ...... yet."

Xiahou Zhonger was heartless, his face was stiff, his voice was aggravated, and he was asking me for advice and provocation.

Seeing that I didn't respond to him, the second middle school was on fire and was about to grab my badge.

My face suddenly sank, and I grabbed the wrist of the missing eye, and asked indifferently, "Xiao Xiazi. What do you want to do?"

"If you don't report to the teacher, then I won't be polite to you."

Xiao Xiazi's face was flushed and hissed, "If you look down on our Xia family, I will be unkind to you."

I sneered, looked at Huang Guanyang, who was still arching his hands, and turned my head to look at Xiao Xiazi coldly: "You dare to even say that it is the second arm of a fake with a sea compass, what qualifications do you have to know that I am a teacher?"

"While playing. Little trash."

Xiao Xiazi was so angry that his eyes turned red, and his body spasmed: "Who are you scolding little trash?"

As he spoke, Xiao Xiazi clenched his fists and rushed up to make a move, the little tiger bared his teeth and looked threatening, a little silly and a little funny.

"Can't you do it? This is the rule of your Xia family? Do you want me to help your Xia family publicize it?"

Suddenly, when these words came out, Xiao Xiazi's face changed suddenly, and he was so angry that he exploded on the spot but didn't dare to take another step.

Suddenly, Huang Guanyang next to him showed murderous intent and said in a deep voice: "What about me?"

"I can ask your Excellency for advice."

I raised my index finger and said, "You're not qualified."

Huang Guanyang was stunned, his tiger eyes burst into flames, and he burst out with murderous energy, and said three good words in a row: "Tell me, where am I not qualified to ask you?"

"Today, if you can say it, then I, Huang Guanyang, will apologize to you. What if—"

"You can't say it, don't blame our Xia family for not following the rules to you."

Looking at Huang Guanyang's appearance of killing people and setting fire to me, I sneered: "You are the person in charge of the archaeological appraisal institute of the headquarters of Huang Guanyangtang, and you dare to say that even a fake Yuanren autumn hunting picture is genuine!"

"*** What qualifications do you have to cross my way!"

Rumble!

Hearing this, Huang Guanyang looked at me with his mouth wide open as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes were full of the chaos of the landslide and tsunami.

And Xiao Xiazi on the side was also frightened.

"You...... Say it again?"