Jian Bao: I Can Communicate With Everything

Chapter 301

Chapter Three Hundred and One: More Metaphysics than Metaphysics

Hearing this, Lin Yu couldn't help being shocked, and his heart twitched.

In the past three days, he saw Lin Chen watch hundreds of things, and he basically managed it in ten seconds!

Even if it is difficult to verify, it will not take more than a minute.

There are also some interesting points, and he will quote them from the side to popularize some historical knowledge.

But even so, I haven't used the magnifying glass as a big killer!

Because of the live broadcast, the treasurers couldn't help but talk.

"What's the situation? Golden Eye actually used a professional magnifying glass..."

"My god, why am I suddenly so nervous?"

"What the hell is this bronze lion?"

"Bad thing, the anchor ran into a problem, this level is probably not easy to pass."

"Pull it down, what scene the anchor has never seen before, will he be planted on this little copper lion?"

The barrage was brushed up one by one, and the popularity of the live broadcast room soared.

Lin Chen picked up a professional magnifying glass and began to observe.

Look at the shape, look at the patina, they are all in line with the characteristics of the bronzes of the Song Dynasty.

Although there are some counterfeiting methods that can achieve roughly the same shape, there are still many differences in subtleties.

The key is……

He heard this bronze lion's speech with his own ears, and it is undoubtedly the authentic product of the Song Dynasty!

The value is estimated to be between three or four million, which can be regarded as a rare and precious object.

Can……

Why did Xiaobai stop him just now?

Lin Chen was silent for a while, then looked at the lotus throne, frowning, as if thinking about something.

Seeing him in a pretentious posture, then look at the calm face of the old man next to him...

Lin Yu couldn't help being startled in a cold sweat, and his hands and feet were cold.

coming.

here we go again.

This is definitely a mess!

Today is the last day of Jianbao. As long as it ends successfully, Qianbaidu will surely become famous!

Therefore, those ghosts and monsters can't hold back.

"Master Lin, haven't you been optimistic yet?"

The old man looked solemn, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Chen took it easy, looking at every inch of the bronze lion with a high-powered magnifying glass.

"This is a good baby, don't worry about this treasure friend."

The old man chuckled.

"It is said that Master Lin Jian Bao Wushuang, while seeing accurately, the speed is also very fast."

"When I saw you today, I was a little disappointed by the old man."

When the voice fell, the atmosphere on the court suddenly became weird.

Friends in the live broadcast room also noticed something was wrong.

"Bad thing, this guy looks like a big villain."

"Puff, do you think watching a movie?"

"There's a big deal on the anchor booth!"

"Just now the anchor said that the copper lion is illuminated? Didn't you see it right?"

Lin Chen glanced at the barrage, then raised his head again.

"This Tibetan friend, if you send something to me, it means you believe me."

"So, please stay calm."

The old man's eyelids were half drooping, and he quietly said, "I believe you, but..."

"Master Lin disappointed me a bit."

"Are you not in the state today, or..."

"Lang has a false name?"

When the last four words were spit out, countless Tibetan friends at the scene changed their faces, and their eyes looked at the old man were not right.

Immediately someone pointed their finger at the old man and yelled: "Why don't you know good or bad? Master Lin helps you to see things for free. If you don't know how to be grateful, you don't need to be grateful. How about urging, urging the soul?"

"That's right! I see this guy, it's clear that he's here to smash the scene."

"You want to test Master Lin, it's just a dream!"

A stick, Lin Chen's loyal supporter suddenly yelled.

"Master Lin has used two days to prove his strength, and we all believe in him!"

"Yes, even the curator of Gu Bo has to ask Mr. Lin, what are you doing?

The people at the scene were filled with righteous indignation and expressed their solidarity.

Lin Chen now has a certain influence and status.

Facing the cynicism of more than a dozen old men, the old man's complexion was calm, but his eyes were a little bit more torturous.

Hold it.

The higher the hold, the worse the fall.

"Everyone."

"The reason why you are here for thousands of Baidus is nothing more than looking for Master Lin Chenlin to watch things for free."

"Since Master Lin is busy looking at my bronze lion, I can't spare time."

"It's better to let me, instead of him, help you with palms."

As soon as I said this, the scene suddenly escalated, and the smell of gunpowder in the air was already rich to the extreme.

Although Lin Yu was a little dazed, he didn't hesitate to come forward when he saw that he dared to hit the ground.

"This Tibetan friend, please be careful when you speak!"

"If you come to appraise treasure, wait quietly."

"If you come here to make trouble, please leave, don't make trouble here."

What he said was very polite, but he also revealed a sense of determination and coldness.

The old man raised his head and smiled contemptuously at Lin Yu.

"Of course I'm here to appraise treasure."

"But, if Master Lin can't tell the origin of this bronze lion, then..."

"What's the matter if I smashed a place?"

At this moment, an old man struck his head and approached him, his eyes almost reaching the old man's face.

"You don't want to rely on the old and sell the old here."

"Dare to hit the place, and see if I cut you or not, it's over."

The old man laughed when he heard the words.

Squinted at him, "Speak quietly, I have a heart attack."

"The painting by Zhang Daqian in your hand is fake."

Hearing this, the old man was stunned, his face instantly flushed, just like hot cooked dried shrimp.

"I bother!"

"You crow's mouth!"

"The painting hasn't been opened, how do you know it is fake?"

"Fucking nonsense again, I will sew your mouth."

Others also joined in.

"Is this man a lunatic?"

"Hurry up and blast him out."

"It's not that old people are getting bad, but bad people are getting old."

"Hi... old man, how do I feel that you are pointing at Sang Huai?"

Immediately, there was a lot of noise on the court, and countless people yelled.

In the face of all the accusations, the old man remained unmoved, and said indifferently: "The scroll is not a generation, and it is a forgery at first glance."

"you……"

The Tibetan friend trembled, his face a little ugly, "Who are you?"

"Who I am, you will know soon."

The old man turned his eyes and looked at the other person, "This Tibetan friend, the bloodstone in your hand is real, the best red robe."

The man was stunned, his face was full of surprises, and then he asked in confusion: "You, how do you see it?"

"If I guessed correctly, you should come from Jincheng, right?"

"Is the surname Feng?"

The old man looked at him quietly and spoke without rush.

"Yeah!"

"It's all right!"

The man nodded hastily, puzzled.

Others are also dumbfounded and shocked.