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The middle-aged collector was taken aback and quickly took out a tissue from his pocket, apologizing to the professor while helping the professor stop the bleeding.

"Hey - I'm sorry, I accidentally cut it when I touched it myself, and the small cut won't get in the way." Professor Zhao wiped the blood dripping from his fingertips three or two times, seeing that the cut always oozes blood Zhu, he simply kept holding down with a tissue, and continued to look at the knife.

Qi Chen noticed Long Ya's gaze and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Long Ya responded casually, his eyes swept over Professor Zhao and landed on the Mo Dao.

I saw him squinting his eyes slightly, then he quickly loosened his brows, and said to Qi Chen, "It's nothing, just have a look." After speaking, he lazily retracted his gaze and continued to flip through the booklet in his hand.

"Oh, I thought you looked at it from such a distance and wanted to say that the knife was imitation." Qi Chen said.

Long Ya raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and snorted: "Who told you that I judge with my eyes? Do you have to analyze a lot of things when you think I am you? Those things go to me. You can tell which era it is probably from. Things from different eras emit different qi, and the longer the era, the more qi it is, and it is clear at a glance.”

Qi Chen pondered for a few seconds, and felt that such an abstract thing was probably not something he could perceive with the naked eye, so he could only compliment: "Well, it really isn't human."

"..." Long Ya was speechless, looking at Qi Chen's serious face, he didn't know whether this guy was really praising him or scolding him blatantly. In the end, he turned a page of the picture book in a huff and said: "Besides, the knife is not imitation."

"Is it true?" Qi Chen was a little surprised, after all, he had never seen the real Tang Dynasty Mo Knife.

Before Long Ya could speak, he heard Professor Zhao say to the middle-aged collector, "Your Mo knife is the real thing."

The collector probably felt that his treasure could not be faked, so he didn't seem too excited after listening to Professor Zhao's words. After a brief chat with Professor Zhao, he said thank you, carefully wrapped Mo Dao, and turned away with the identification certificate signed by the expert.

But when Qi Chen saw that he was leaving the crowd and heading out the door, his footsteps paused, as if he wanted to turn around and say something, but he hesitated for a moment for some reason, and finally continued to walk away from the venue holding the knife.

The treasure appraising conference cleared at noon, leaving two hours for the experts to eat and rest. It was not until 2 o'clock in the afternoon that the line up again in the exhibition hall.

Qi Chen found that the scene at the beginning of the morning had reappeared - the Guanghe trio were still uninterested in front of them, and they seemed extraordinarily deserted.

It's just that there are two happy and leisurely uncles beside him, so naturally Qi Chen can't be embarrassed. He glanced at the entrance of the venue and saw that there was no big wave of collectors coming in, so he simply lowered his head and took out the WeChat account on his mobile phone. Xu Liang chatted.

The guy was thrown by Long Ya in the back seat of the car and dragged directly to Guanghe. When others were unconscious, he asked Shan Xiao to deal with it and cleaned up all the things he shouldn't remember.

In fact, Shan Xiao not only dealt with Xu Liang alone, but also dealt with all the normal people who were related to the jade bracelet incident. It can be said that the aftermath was very thorough.

So Xu Liang, like other related people, thought that the person who stole the jade bracelet had been arrested and the case was successfully concluded. As for Sister Qin, who was trapped, she has completely forgotten those weird things, and has now returned to the museum to continue her work.

Because of the case of the theft of the jade bracelet, the museum re-checked and upgraded the anti-theft and monitoring facilities of the whole museum, and replaced all the aging equipment with new ones, so the originally planned exhibition was postponed to today.

Xu Liangchong complained to him for a long time, saying that he had been explaining, and he never stopped talking. He received students from two middle schools and one elementary school, and he was almost thirsty.

Qi Chen asked, "How's the effect?"

Xu Liang laughed and replied with a voice: "It's not bad, especially the gold inlaid white jade bracelet, isn't the gold inlaid live buckle made where the three pieces of white jade join together very delicate? You know the kind that can be opened and closed. Those little devils probably thought it was incredible to be able to make such high-end and ingenious things in ancient times. One by one, the second grader was sick, and they were clinging to the glass cover and talking nonsense with relish. I have heard two groups of arrogant children make it up differently. Version of the story, a martial arts style, a court battle style, my mother's brain is not ordinary!"

Qi Chen replied with a dumbfounded expression. But thought of the old lady's wrinkled face, scattered withered white hair, and deeply hunched shoulders...

He was in a trance when he heard a slightly hoarse male voice in front of him: "Uh... three experts? I saw that it was written in the organizer's brochure that if the collection is inconvenient to bring to the scene, experts can be invited. Is it really okay to come to the door to help identify it?"

"Oh, hello!" Qi Chen put down his phone and raised his head, but was stunned when he saw the person standing in front of him.

The man in front of him looked to be in his forties, of medium build, with thin cheeks, and his complexion did not look very good, and he looked a little out of spirit. There is nothing special about his appearance, it is not easy to remember, but Qi Chen just saw it more than two hours ago——

This person was the middle-aged man who brought the Tang Dynasty Mo knife to Professor Zhao for identification in the morning.

Qi Chen opened his mouth, stunned for a while, and said, "Didn't you have identified it this morning? We also looked at the Mo Dao beside us, and it's definitely the real thing. Do you have any questions?"

In the morning, Qi Chen couldn't see very clearly. At this moment, the middle-aged man was standing in front of him. Only then did Qi Chen realize that he had deep bags and shadows under his eyes, and his face was a little dark. At first glance, the quality of sleep was poor. people.

The man explained: "It's like this, I actually have some things at home, because they are too big and heavy, it is inconvenient to bring them here. Before I came to this treasure appraising conference, I saw on the official website that it was inconvenient. You can invite experts to come to the door for appraisal. I only brought a Mo Dao over to check the bottom first, so I have a good idea in my heart. Because the things are collected together, if the knife is fake, I don’t have to bother you all. Isn't this the morning expert Zhao said that this knife is real? I went back and hesitated for a noon, thinking that I should come over and ask you to help me look at the other items. Do you think it is convenient?"

Qi Chen hesitated for a while.

Speaking of convenience, he must be convenient himself, and he is also idle when he is idle. It's just that he is just a person who has just graduated and hasn't worked for a long time. He is inexperienced. The basis for his judgment of genuine or fake products comes from the knowledge of cultural relic restoration, from the perspective of processing methods, but this method is too much after all. Single, even those experienced and old experts can sometimes misunderstand, not to mention him?

The key is to see whether Long Ya or Shan Xiaole is not willing to go, so he did not rashly take everything, but turned to look at Long Ya habitually... After all, this is the real uncle.

I saw Long Ya raised his eyes from the brochure, swept the middle-aged man from top to bottom, then glanced at Qi Chen, put down Erlang's legs lazily, threw the brochure on the table, and stood up very much. Simply lost a word: "Go!"

The middle-aged man could also see from Qi Chen's actions who had the final say among the three. Hearing Long Ya's agreement, he immediately looked relieved, and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you! I'm sorry! The car is on the parking lot outside the exhibition hall, I will pour it out first and wait for you at the entrance of the exhibition hall."

As soon as the middle-aged man left, Shan Xiao raised his chin at Qi Chen and said to Long Ya, "You can go, why are you pulling him? Don't tell me you didn't see that the man's eyes were wrong, obviously hiding something."

Long Ya patted the back of Qi Chen's head, indicating that he can move his hips to stand up and prepare to set off, while bluntly shouting at Shan Shan: "None of your business! Leave him here as a mascot? If something happens, with his body, he can't escape with eight legs, he's a turtle."

Qi Chen, who became the king again in silence: "..."

Shan Xiao sneered: "How can it be so easy to have a situation?"

Longya: "Oh, come on! There have been four accidents in the fifth session, and the front desk of our company is all collected here. Are you the first to come back?"

Qi Chen: "..." What the hell!

Shan Xiao nodded his nose: "Even if something happens, how about me here?"

Long Ya glanced at him with disgust: "I believe that you are a shit shovel! You will be full of your fat leopard, and you will show off all the time. When you think of this stuff, Maybe he was dead on the spot."

Qi Chen, who was lying silently, felt that Uncle Long's ability to talk nonsense was getting more and more powerful.

As a result, Shan Xiao listened to his mockery, spent two seconds thinking about it, then nodded and said, "What you said makes a lot of sense."

Qi Chen: "..."

So Qi Chen followed Longya out of the venue in such a confused way, and was a little worried about the collectors in the afternoon session - those who didn't look through the Yellow Calendar to find Shan Xiao's appraisal didn't know if he would stimulate the heart muscle. infarction.

When the two of them walked outside the gate, the middle-aged man just parked the car in front of them, got out of the car and said apologetically to Qi Chen and Long Ya: "Probably one of the two experts has to take the co-pilot, the back seat. With Mo Dao on it, two people may not panic, it's not very comfortable."

Long Ya didn't talk nonsense, he turned his head and opened the door and sat in the co-pilot's seat. Qi Chen sat in the back seat, the Mo Dao was carefully wrapped into a long black strip, and stood beside him quietly.

"How far is your home from here?" Long Ya asked.

The middle-aged man replied, "Just call me Lao Yuan. My home isn't in Lingshi, but it's not too far. It's in the Westport next door. From here, take the Lingxi Expressway and you'll be there in more than an hour."