Jian Bao: I Can Communicate With Everything

Chapter 56: Looking at the sword while drunk

Lin Chen and Xiao Changhe talked and laughed.

Chu Ran was aside, with little stars in her eyes.

She felt that looking for Lin Chen to be the auctioneer was the biggest leak in her life.

Still priceless.

After half an hour, Lin Chen left.

And Xia Qiancheng had long since disappeared, and he didn't know when he left.

After the shop was clean, Xiao Changhe sat in a chair with a look of excitement.

Afterwards, he sent a series of numbers to the photos he had just taken.

"It came out of my shop. Tang Yin's authenticity. Haven't you seen it?"

Buzzing.

The phone vibrated quickly.

...

On the other side, Lin Chen and Chu Ran wandered around.

This side is adjacent to a big auction site, but there are also many vendors setting up street stalls, which is very lively.

Lin Chen turned slowly, listening to the voice of the antique, and enjoying it.

After not taking a few steps, there were a lot of bracelets selling in the front area.

This gadget has been in the country for quite a while. At its peak, there is one manpower, and it’s all about talking after dinner.

Of course, in recent years, the heat has fallen sharply, and the real value is the wood.

The huanghuali that Lin Chen missed before was one piece, as well as sea yellow and agarwood.

These are treasures that have been tested by the market.

"Huh, what are you doing over there?"

Suddenly, Chu Ran hissed softly.

Lin Chen also turned his gaze, and there were a lot of people there, which looked very lively.

The two came closer to take a look.

It is a father and son.

My father was sitting in a wheelchair and looked like he was 50 or 60 years old. He was in his prime, but his complexion was extremely sallow.

There was a sling in his arm, and the liquid bottle was hung on a wooden fork stuck in the arm of the wheelchair.

Under the wheelchair, there was a chamber pot, and there was an unpleasant smell.

The young man, in his twenties, was handsome, but he was also dressed in shabby clothes.

Lin Chen stayed for a while before he understood the ins and outs of the matter.

The young man's name is Wang Miao, and his father Wang Chong is in the wheelchair.

The family was in the poorest shanty town in the suburbs. His mother died early, and the father and son depended on each other since childhood.

Wang Chong packs a small truck to deliver food to the city, and his life is pretty decent.

Later, there was a car accident and a disability ended. Although I also received a compensation, it was a drop in the price for the treatment.

As soon as he fell, the sky fell.

Wang Miao, a young man, also quit his job and concentrated on seeing his father.

I can sell everything at home. I don’t know from which corner I picked up an old object today. I will come to the market and go around. If the price is acceptable, I will sell it directly and exchange the medical expenses for my father.

Lin Chen glanced at the small table in front of him.

There was a rusty sword with green rust on the blade, and the lines on it were blurred, but from the sword, you could vaguely appreciate the old golden horse and iron horse.

The people present are basically antique lovers, and I can see this thing, but I can't tell the specific source.

After all, weapons like weapons are difficult to identify without profound knowledge.

at this time.

Wang Miao took out his handkerchief and wiped his father's saliva.

"Dad, when you sell things, I'll buy you medicine."

"Our life will get better."

He softly comforted, tears streaming down Wang Chong's old face.

"poor thing."

Chu Ran couldn't help feeling sad.

Lin Chen also felt sad.

"Let me see what this is."

At this time, an old man in a Tang suit with a cross came out of the crowd, with his hands behind him.

"Isn't this the treasurer Li of Baibaotang?"

"It's him, shopkeeper Li is an expert, he can surely see the origin of this thing!"

Someone exclaimed and recognized the origin of the old man.

The shopkeeper Li called himself Li Shuhuai, and after beckoning to everyone, he looked at Wang Miao.

"Young man, filial piety is commendable, you really set a good example for contemporary young people."

Wang Miao smiled awkwardly, "This is what I should do."

"Okay, okay, where did things come from?"

After a few words of greeting, Li Shuhuai walked to the table, picked up the sword, and looked at it over and over.

Look at the material, look at the patina, look at the lines on the hilt.

After looking for a few minutes, I put it down.

"This sword is handed down from my family's ancestors. I don't know exactly what it came from."

Wang Miao's tone was very respectful, "You are a great expert, you can see it, if it's valuable, it's best, and my father's medicine will be paid."

Upon hearing this, Li Shuhuai patted him on the shoulder, showing a posture of caring for the younger generation.

"Although I sympathize with your experience, I have one thing to say, this stuff..."

"Looking at the processing technology and the rust on it, it should be young."

"Nine out of ten are from the Republic of China period."

"At that time, many wealthy young masters would ask the blacksmith to use a saber to symbolize that they have become an adult."

After a pause, he coughed slightly and shook his head.

"Wang Miao, this thing, I have already seen it, and it's not worth a few dollars."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed today."

An expert is an expert, and these words are justified and well-founded.

The people present couldn't help nodding their heads, and their eyes became more awed.

"It turned out to be in the Republic of China period. I said it's so strange looking at the shape."

"This thing is estimated to be worth a few hundred dollars, right? I can only sell scrap iron."

"Who said no, but shopkeeper Li knows a lot."

In the intermittent voice, Chu Ran also looked a little sad.

"Unfortunately, it was only in the period of the Republic of China."

Lin Chen's eyes flickered and he listened.

"Kill kill kill! Drunk, light up the lamp and watch the sword, dreaming back to blow the horns and even camp!"

moment.

Lin Chen's pupils suddenly tightened, and he felt a blood rushing toward his face on this sword!

This sword is definitely not easy!

at this time.

Wang Miao bit his lip, was silent, his face was ashamed.

Wang Chong also looked like a zombie, his eyes full of despair.

Although I know, I have little hope of recovering in this life.

However, he hasn't watched his son get married and have children yet, so he is worried!

"Treasurer Li, what you say is what you say, I believe you."

Wang Miao took a deep breath, "Since this sword is from the Republic of China, how much is it worth? You give me an estimate."

Hearing this, Li Shu frowned and remained silent for a long while.

This gave a wry smile, "Young man, you are embarrassing me, how much this thing is on the market, if you really want to estimate..."

"Five hundred yuan is the best."

Hearing this, Wang Miao lost all the light in his eyes.

It's like an extinguished candlelight.

He lowered his head and stared at the ground blankly, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Li Shuhuai sighed deeply, shook his head, turned his back and left.

In the crowd, Chu Ran couldn't help crying.

Take out a wad of soft sister coins from the bag, neatly, ten thousand yuan.

"Lin Chen, I will help him, he is too pitiful."

With that, I'm going to step forward.

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