Big Head scratched Big Head, grinned and said with a silly smile: "This is a birthday gift from Yi Tiezi. He said it was specially bought from Rongbaozhai."

"Iron?"

Chang Xian smiled: "You helped him a lot by getting this thing, right?"

"That's right, brother!"

The big head patted his chest: "Who knows about me, Huang San'er, in the capital compound? I introduced two projects to him last month alone..."

Before he finished speaking, Chang Xian interrupted him and said, "Stop it, you, there is only one thing you need to do after returning to the capital."

"ah?"

"Find someone to open up your iron head and let him know where he came from and where he went, and then let him mess with those two projects."

"Why?"

The big head opened his mouth wide in shock.

"This thing was made by a local jade factory, so it can fool laymen."

Chang Xian made a strategic move and leaned his body back against the old tree, "The real jade carving in the Han Dynasty always cuts at an angle, so the edge of the knife is deeper on one side and shallower on the other. Look at the carvings and carvings on this jade.

The mouth is flat and the grooves are flat. It looks like it was cut by a machine."

When the big head heard this, he couldn't sit still and his jaw couldn't help trembling: "Isn't your statement too arbitrary? This was bought by Rongbao, and there is Rongbao's invoice!"

As a century-old brand, Rongbaozhai has always had a strong reputation in the industry. To say that they sell fakes? That is absolutely not allowed.

Chang Xian sighed slightly and pointed to the big clock opposite the Haihe River, which is the Tianjin Railway Station Square: "Let's not talk about the Capital West Railway Station. Go there and look for it. Do you want the invoice from the United Nations?"

The big head didn't move, as if he still couldn't believe it.

"Besides, let's take a step back. Brother, I'm not good enough and I'm wrong. I really want this thing to be old. When it comes to the new generation, it will be even fresher!"

"So what do you mean?"

Big Brain seems to feel that his head full of antique knowledge seems to be a little insufficient?

"This thing is called "holding a dolphin", which is an open weapon for the dead. How can you hang an open weapon around your neck? Rongbaozhai has been in Liulichang for two hundred years. If it didn't have this, the brand would have been taken away by someone long ago.

When the wood is chopped and burned."

Chang Xian said leisurely: "Brother, please find someone who is an expert in Panjiayuan and ask, what does pituitary plugging mean?"

"How can I put it this way? In a word, your iron man is not authentic!"

If someone in Panjiayuan saw the act of hanging a naked object around one's neck, they would definitely laugh at him and say "stuff his eyes."

"Stuffing the eyes" is an allusion.

During the Republic of China, Sun Dianying exploded Cixi's tomb, and a large number of funerary objects inside were scattered among the people.

There was a bannerman from the former Qing Dynasty in the capital. He somehow obtained a piece of jade from a tomb. It was in the shape of a frustum, small and cute.

He liked it so much that he kept it in his mouth every day. Later, someone with knowledge told him that the jade was called the Nine Orifices, which was used to seal the nine orifices of a corpse. The one he was holding in his mouth was used by Cixi to plug his anus...

Well, this is embarrassing.

Big Head stood up in a hurry and walked to a secluded place. Chang Xian didn't know what he was talking about. He only saw him dancing and punching the king's eight fists there, looking a little...

Funny, I want to be happy but not happy. Just when I was about to squint for a while, I saw a girl looking here with interest. When I saw Chang Xian's eyes coming over, she actually smiled and nodded.

Chang Xian didn't take it seriously, and walked over with his big head, his face turned purple, and his forehead was sweating. He didn't know how hard he fought for the air: "Thank you, brother. If it weren't for this look from you, I would have been fucked by that bitch."

You don’t even know what you are doing, this matter is not over yet.”

"I'm in a hurry this time. If it's convenient, you can give me the number one and I'll transfer 100,000 to you right now."

"What's one hundred thousand or one hundred thousand? There's no such market!"

Chang Xian took the small plate and said: "This thing can barely be called a small official kiln. It has killed the market of Sanfang and Quartet. If you really like it, let us make friends with Sanfang. If it is anything else, there is no need. Qingshan will not be there in the future."

Change, we have a long history of green water, and we will have tea together again when we have the opportunity."

The big head looked at it intently for a while, then transferred the money to Chang Xian: "Man, let's exchange a QQ message. We will be friends from now on. Keep in touch. I won't stay any longer today. When you come to the capital, you will definitely see me, Huang San'er."

One of the three major philosophical problems has been solved. Many things seem mysterious but are actually simple.

For example, in the antique shop, many people who often look for money but never tire of doing so have their eyes set above their heads, are too conceited, and cannot listen to other people's advice.

So you have to use words to make him feel that all judgments are made by himself, and it will be easier to handle.

"Getting on the pole" is not a term in the antiques industry, but comes from the slang of Tianqiao. To set up this kind of trap, you must first use words to hook the target, pretend to be distant, and let the target take the initiative to come up to you, insisting on getting on the pole to enter the trap.

Most people think that the more unwilling a person is to sell, the less likely he is to be a liar, and he will fall for it unknowingly.

"The boss is so awesome, he's playing hard to get!"

As expected, the girl who was watching walked over with a somewhat disapproving tone.

"But the disadvantage of your little knife is that it was clearly aimed at an elbow, but when it was cut, it ended up being a half-stretched hoof."

Whoa! This guy didn’t realize it even from a distance, but when he looked closer, he was tall and tall. He was probably over 1.70 meters tall wearing flat sandals. He was neatly dressed, with a snow-white shirt on top of his jeans. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

The black ponytail was simply tied with a rubber band and hung freely on the back of her head. There were two faint blushes on her fair cheeks, making her look youthful and charming.

It's just a pair of pink and phoenix eyes that ruin the overall softness. When he is sarcastic, his eyes are raised, giving him a rather stern look, like a female version of Guan Gong.

“Good morning, Reporter Zheng!”

Chang Xian said hello lazily, saying that he was doing business openly and according to the rules, and was not afraid of ghosts coming to his door, let alone people's reporters.

"I am a laid-off worker, self-reliant and self-reliant, working hard to earn some money as a wife. I am ridiculed by a wise man like you. Should I be flattered, or should I be honored?"

"Good morning, boss, I'm disturbing your business."

The female Guan Gong abruptly changed the subject, saying "intrusion" without any apology on her face, "May I ask, can I, a reporter, show up like this?"

"You have a pen and paper in your hand, writing and drawing from time to time, and you have a SLR on your shoulder. With your appearance, you are copying and pasting directly to the reporter on the TV news. If you have such eyesight, you will not be able to see anything.

No, just don’t eat this bowl of rice, God won’t reward you.”

"Then how do you know my surname is Zheng? Don't say you figured it out by just counting?"

Female Guan Gong Danfeng rolled her eyes, showing a bit of caution.

"That doesn't mean that those non-heritage inheritances have nothing to do with my buddies..."

"That……"

She saw Chang Xian purse his lips, followed her line of sight, and found the work badge left on the ground two steps away. Chang Xian was leaning against a tree, so she could easily see it.

The little girl didn't hesitate, picked up her work badge, extended her hand generously and said: "Just kidding, boss, don't be offended. Let's formally meet Zheng Mang, the intern reporter of Xinhua News Agency's Tianjin Branch."

"It's a bit unfortunate that my name goes against the name of the uncrowned king, Chang Xian, a Shenyang Taoist vendor."
Chapter completed!