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Xiao Zhang left with his bottle.

Master Wang was a little lost.

"Master Wang, is that bottle real?" Asu asked with some confusion: "Didn't you just say that there is only one pair of that bottle in the world, and it was a customized bottle at that time, and it was impossible to produce it in a mold. Duplicates.”

Just now, Xiao Zhang asked Master Wang to conduct a professional appraisal.

The identification result is the reason why Master Wang lost his soul.

"Yes, it stands to reason that the bottle is definitely fake, but the problem is that no matter how I look at it, it can no longer be real. So now there are only two possibilities. One is that the bottle's counterfeiting technology exceeds My identification technology must use professional scientific instruments for testing. Another possibility..."

Master Wang came back to his senses and said: "It was at that time that Zhang Wenjin customized two pairs of bottles and donated them to two Taoist temples. Of course, the premise is that Mr. Xiao really has another bottle in his hand."

Asu understood and stood there thinking.

Master Wang suddenly said: "Why don't you stop him from ordering it? Whether it is real or fake, we need to further identify it. This not only has a very high auction value, but is also very important for our study of Yuan blue and white flowers." .”

Asu asked: "Master Wang, do you know who he is? Do you know what he has done? Do you know how bad his temper is?"

Master Wang was stunned for a moment.

"Master Wang." Asu said sternly: "Don't tell anyone what happened today. If Mr. Xiao comes again, he will contact me. Especially the question he asked, no matter whether what he said will appear in the future. In that case, you have to pretend that he never asked that question."

Master Wang asked in confusion: "Which question?"

Asu sighed and said, "Of course the pair of bottles in Longdun University were broken. How much is his pair of bottles worth?"

"Huh?" Master Wang finally understood and asked with a shocked expression: "You mean, he might..."

"He won't do anything." Asu emphasized again: "He didn't ask anything or say anything, Master Wang, you have to believe that I am doing it for your own good."

Master Wang asked with some fear: "Who is he?"

"I can only say that many people call him Xiao Yan Wang."

…

Xiao Zhang does not think that the nickname Xiao Yama is suitable for him. Deep down in his heart, he still thinks that he is a good person.

But there are some things he does do.

After leaving Sotheby's headquarters, Xiao Zhang returned to the winery.

"Fu Bo."

In the office, Xiao Zhang closed the curtains and knocked on his desk.

Fu Bo appeared in response.

"What are you doing again?"

As soon as Uncle Fu saw Xiao Zhang pull the curtains, he knew that Xiao Zhang had no good intentions.

Theoretically speaking, ghosts must be afraid of sunlight, but after all, Fu Bo is an old ghost. He will not be harmed by sunlight when he appears during the day, but it will be very uncomfortable and he will not be able to use his abilities much.

"Sit down, Uncle Fu."

Xiao Zhang started making tea with a smile and put a fresh willow leaf in the tea cup prepared for Uncle Fu.

In addition to tributes, ghosts cannot eat directly, but setting up tributes is a waste of time, so Xiao Zhang used a more convenient method.

Uncle Fu was also a bit greedy. Looking at the willow leaves and the tea he hadn't drunk for a long time, he sat down hesitantly.

"Uncle Fu, does the bottle you gave me have a pair?"

"No, just one."

"But what is written on this bottle is that Zhang Wenjin, a disciple of Jingtang Society in Dejiao Village, Shuncheng Township, Yushan County, Xinzhou Road, happily gave up a pair of incense burners and vases to pray for the safety of his family and his children. On the good day of April in the eleventh year of the year, Chunyang Let’s go to the palace to pay tribute to Zu Lu.”

Xiao Zhang had never paid attention to the inscription on the bottle before.

To him, this is just an antique bottle, which he can sell for development funds. It doesn't matter if it is bought by a foreigner. At worst, he can just snatch it back later.

But during the appraisal process by Master Wang, he found that there was something unusual about this bottle.

The inscriptions on the front ones are exactly the same as those on the two bottles at Longdun University, but the ones on the back have been changed from Marshal Hu Jingyi's confession in the Xingyuan Ancestral Palace to Lu Zu's confession in the Chunyang Palace.

In short, the former is a tribute to Marshal Hu Jingyi, and the latter is a tribute to Lu Zulu Dongbin.

Although he didn't feel any wish from the bottle, Xiao Zhang had some expectations in his heart, which was one of the reasons why he wanted to bring the bottle back directly.

"It says one on it, does it really mean there is one?" Uncle Fu drank a cup of tea, smacked his lips with satisfaction and said, "I'm telling you, this thing is expensive. As long as you find someone who knows the goods, I suggest you buy it." A football field is absolutely fine.”

Xiao Zhang laughed and poured another cup of tea for Uncle Fu, but did not replace the willow leaves.

"Then why do people say that my bottle is fake, and even if it is real, I can only buy it for 30 to 20 million yuan?"

"Who are you looking for? Don't be a liar."

Uncle Fu looked longingly at the fresh willow leaves in Xiao Zhang's hand, feeling the urge to drool.

The willow leaves in his cup are still usable, but after one use they lose a lot of flavor and soon become tasteless.

"I'm an expert at Sotheby's, how could I be a liar? Uncle Forbes, let's be direct. If this bottle is really worth a fortune, I promise I won't ask you for the treasure again."

"You change the willow leaves for me first."

"OK."

Willow leaves can be seen everywhere, but there are none inside the winery, and Forbes cannot leave the winery.

After tasting the long-lost taste again, Fu Bo disappeared directly.

Xiao Zhang was not in a hurry. After waiting patiently for a while, he saw Uncle Fu come up from the floor holding a bottle, and then gently placed it on Xiao Zhang's desk. The bottles that came out just made a pair.

"Now, you said it, you can't ask for it from me again in the future." Fu Bo said with some distress: "These bottles are really valuable, because I can feel that they are special, but I don't know the details. You still have to go find someone who knows the goods and take a look.”

Both bottles were placed in front of his eyes, but Xiao Zhang still felt nothing.

It looks like an ordinary bottle.

"If it's really unusual, why didn't you tell me before?" Xiao Zhang asked curiously, "What if I accidentally sold it at a low price?"

"You know how to sell things at a low price?" Fu Bo asked back and said, "I know you will look for someone to look at it, and I also want to know what is so special about this thing, but I guessed your character correctly, but I didn't guess your personality correctly. Your eyesight, your connections, and luckily it’s not too late.”

Xiao Zhang laughed.

"Uncle Fu, what do you mean by this...do you still have something like this in your hand? You feel it's something unusual."

"No, really not, and you said you won't ask me for anything in the future." Fu Bo shook his head in denial.

"I said I won't take the initiative to ask you for it, but if you take the initiative to give it to me, I can only say thank you."

"Don't even think about it."

Xiao Zhang did not argue, but looked at the two bottles seriously.

However, no matter how he looked, he still couldn't feel anything abnormal, even if he touched it with his hands, he still felt nothing.

"What's so unusual about it?"

"I really don't know," Fubo explained, "but they feel like... I want to put incense burners next to them and pay tribute."

"Uncle Fu, are you kidding me?"

Xiao Zhang frowned.

It's not that he doesn't believe Fu Bo, it's that the feeling Fu Bo said is too weird.

"You really don't feel anything?" Uncle Fu was also very puzzled, and said thoughtfully: "How about you ask your little brother to come over and take a look?"

Xiao Zhang started calling people directly.

When Ahua came into his office, he asked Fu Bo to hide another bottle.

Xiao Zhang was not worried that Uncle Fu would not be willing to give the things he had already taken out.

"Ahua, look at this bottle."

"Okay boss."

Ah Hua felt a little cold, but didn't think much about it. He just thought that the air conditioner in Xiao Zhang's office was turned on too much.

After looking at the bottle seriously and carefully, Ahua looked up at Xiao Zhang.

"Boss, I've finished reading."

"How do you feel?"

"Well...it looks pretty."

Xiao Zhang took out another bottle from behind and placed it in a row with the bottles on the table.

"Look again, look carefully, look carefully, look attentively."

"Okay boss."

Ah Hua started to look at it a little strangely, not the bottle itself, but why there was such a big bottle hidden behind Xiao Zhang. The back of the boss's chair seemed empty just now.

But he was obedient, and his attention quickly focused on the pair of bottles.

Then his expression became even stranger.

"Boss, this bottle..."

"What happened to the bottle?"

"I think this bottle..." After Ahua organized his words, his tone suddenly became firm and said: "I think it would be better to put an incense burner next to this bottle. By the way, there is an incense burner over there in the factory, and Incense, can I bring it over and light it?"

"Huh?" Xiao Zhang asked in surprise, "Why do you think so?"

"I don't know, it just feels like this."

Ah Hua looked confused and placed the fruit plate next to him between the two bottles.

This move surprised Xiao Zhang even more, because Ahua never messed with his things.

So these two bottles are really weird.