Xiang Zhuang dances the sword, which is intended for Pei Gong.

He asked for a tin sheet, and of course, a box with a seal was also a good thing.

"Ye Tian, I only need the contents of Luban's lock, for it, I am willing to die!"

Although Uncle Chai is older, he is a man of temperament.

Young people can go to the soup for love, and the elderly can.

"Teacher Feng, how do you pick the lock?"

Feng Shancai sneered disdainfully: "The ancient people made Luban locks, but they just used the mortise and tenon structure of ancient China, and the detailed design in some places has an error of no more than one millimeter, which is as ......accurate as a modern Rubik's cube."

This is the truth, but under the great same, there are many differences.

Therefore, the highest state of Luban lock is that it can only be unlocked step by step according to the fixed number of roads, and there can be no excess.

"I understand these truths, how do you open them?"

I broke the casserole and asked in the end, Feng Shancai was unhappy, flicked his sleeves suddenly, and looked at Uncle Chai: "Old Chai, what is this grandson doing?" Ask the east and west, the antique industry, the fucking empty mouth and white teeth, what do you ask? ”

Uncle Chai was embarrassed: "Teacher Feng, I have to ask you for this matter, find an expert to show me, I will ask Xiaojuan to leave something for me." ”

He tied up the burden with his own hands and pushed it in front of Feng Shancai.

Feng Shancai snorted coldly, put away the burden and wooden box, and walked away.

I know that Uncle Chai was fooled, but at this moment he believes in Feng Shancai and treats me and Sun Shenxiang as people who collect rags.

I also said goodbye and secretly followed Feng Shancai.

Feng Shancai entered the small road, turned around and came to the alley behind a grocery store.

I smelled the smell of sulfur wafting through the air and immediately understood that there was a small workshop for counterfeiting antiques.

Sulfur can be used to smoke and counterfeit, and it can be used with other chemicals, and it can also achieve many fake effects.

In the past few years, the "ancient paintings of the Tang Dynasty" cases in Beijing and Chang'an, and the thousands of "ancient paintings" seized by the law enforcement bureau were all smoked out by the traffickers with sulfur.

I followed, stood by the door, and heard Feng Shancai's voice: "As it is, redo it." ”

"Okay, this Luban lock is complicated, and it costs five hundred." Someone responded.

Feng Shancai was really not authentic, bullied Uncle Chai to be dizzy, imitated a fake, and sent the fake back with the fake.

No matter what Luban locks are inside, it will belong to him in the end.

Of course, according to his way, he created another false information, and said that it was left by Uncle Chai's wife, and the matter was over.

I hate it so much that the roots of my teeth itch, Feng Shancai did this, not only to make money, but also to ruin Uncle Chai's lifelong thoughts.

The major matters that others regarded as treasures and life-threatening matters were easily manipulated by Feng Shancai and became waste.

Feng Shancai deserves to die, because he trampled on the feelings of honest people.

I quietly withdrew, waited until he left the alley, and followed again.

This time, he went all the way north, along Beishuncheng Street to Xueyuan Road, and then turned east, crossed Mujia Bridge, and entered an antique shop called Zhongxinglou.

I was standing in the doorway and heard him talking to the building inside.

"Old Zhong, look at this box and make a price?"

"The seal is good, the wood is almost a thousand."

"Where's this scrap metal?"

The two of them laughed at the same time, because in the eyes of the masters, it may be a hand-me-down fine Danshu iron coupon, and in the eyes of metrics, it is a piece of "scrap iron".

"Old Feng, where did you get these things? This is Zhongxing Building, not a roadside stall on the road, do you understand? ”

Feng Shancai laughed awkwardly: "Okay, give money." ”

I stepped forward, and Feng Shancai and a thin man with short-sighted glasses were sitting in front of the window drinking tea.

"How are you?" Feng Shancai was stunned.

I pointed to the box: "Two, I want this box." ”

The box is in the hands of Uncle Chai, and it has not left the hands of the original owner, it is a collection, not a commodity.

At the moment, it appears on Erma Road, which is a commodity that can be freely bought and sold.

"You want?" The thin man smiled and held the box in his arms.

Now that piece of "scrap iron" is wrapped in newspapers, tossed aside, completely ignored.

"I said earlier, little brother, come here, it's yin enough!"

Feng Shancai didn't smile, his hands clasped together, and his knuckles clicked.

Hooligans are not scary, they are afraid that hooligans are educated.

Hooligans know martial arts, and no one can get it.

This Feng Shancai is an old fritter in the rivers and lakes, and Uncle Chai asked him for help, which is definitely to lure the wolf into the house.

"I want this box, a thousand yuan, give the money immediately, take it and leave, don't cause trouble."

I'll tell you all about my intentions, so that these two guys don't get suspicious.

"A thousand bucks, fuck off!" The thin man laughed wickedly.

I didn't move, staring at the thin man.

"Over the hand, over the hand." The thin man said lazily.

He meant a price increase, one hand is a slap, five times.

The purchase price that Feng Shancai sent to the store was 1,000 yuan, and he increased it five times, for a total of 6,000 yuan.

This is the rule in the antique shop, even if it is a piece of waste paper, as long as the buyer wants it, the other party can open his mouth and want as much as he wants.

"Six thousand." The thin man gave the final offer.

I didn't refute it, and transferred 6,000 yuan to the other party on my mobile phone.

Feng Shancai laughed: "This guy is really poor and crazy!" ”

I took the wooden box, took the magnifying glass out of my pocket, and took a closer look at the seal.

"Don't think about it, it's the word 'Chen Qiao'."

The thin man smiled, ready to share the money with Feng Shancai.

In this way of trading, Feng Shancai, as the first seller, has the right to take one-third of the price of the thin man.

Under the magnifying glass, the two small characters of Han Li "Chen Qiao" are clearly engraved.

Around the seal, the clouds are crowded, and the relief technique is adopted.

I took out another knife and, under a magnifying glass, gently scraped the cloud heads.

Soon, the sawdust peeled off, revealing a few more words.

"Pardon the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty for no sin, and you will never be able to add up the axe."

The pen of these sixteen characters is different from "Chen Qiao", and it was written by another person entirely.

"What are you doing?"

After the two finished dividing the money, the thin man came over with his arms in his arms, glanced at the seal, and suddenly changed his face.

I wiped the sawdust with my sleeve, and the thin man read the sixteen words.

"The queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty? Li yu? This is a woodcut edict pardoning Li Yu? ”

Without waiting for him to come to his senses, he had already taken the tin sheet and put it in the wooden box.

"Slow—"

The thin man slammed his hand, his five fingers like hooks, and clasped my right wrist.

"This is the desperate edict of Li Yu, the lost queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty on the rivers and lakes? Obviously got pardoned, but finally died of the accident? ”

The thin man is a professional antique dealer, while Feng Shancai is very amateurish.

Therefore, when the thin man saw those sixteen words, he immediately judged that this box with iron sheet was a good thing, and the six thousand shots were really eye-catching.

I ignored him and paid six thousand dollars, and the thing was mine.

If the things are still in Uncle Chai's hands, I will definitely not take them by force.

Now, things have changed hands, and I have unceremoniously pocketed them, and it's all my business how much they're worth.

"Damn, Lao Feng, I've got an eye, I'm going to treasure-"

The thin man screamed, the fierce light in his eyes was exposed, and his five fingers exerted force, and he grabbed more and more tightly.