Lei Xiaoluo and Xiaomeng looked at each other, and then he sneered and said, "Uncle, are you kidding me? Even my girlfriend can tell that this flute is an antique, and you actually say it is worthless?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood what I meant!" The middle-aged man took off his glasses and said, "This is an antique. I'm sure it's not an imitation of modern technology! I mean, I can't tell."

The year it belongs to, and I don’t know what materials it is made of.”

Lei Xiaoluo thought that it would be fine if it was an antique. He thought that Brother Lai’s damn father would not deceive his good son with a fake thing. There was really no need for it!

"Aren't flutes all made of bamboo? Can they be made of other materials?" Lei Xiaoluo asked in confusion.

The middle-aged man replied with a smile: "Of course ordinary flutes are made of bamboo, but they are also made of hardwood. There are also jade flutes, copper flutes and even iron flutes. Let's just talk about bamboo, which can satisfy those who make flutes.

There are at least dozens of types, such as purple bamboo, Xiangfei bamboo, etc., but this one obviously does not belong to these materials. It looks like wood but not wood, and looks like gold but not gold. The patterns on it are very delicate, but you can’t tell what it is.

, I can’t judge! If possible, I would like to take a closer look, I don’t know..."

"Let's see!" The reason why Lei Xiaoluo agreed so readily was because the middle-aged man's eyes looked at the magnifying glass next to him more than once. It was natural to use the magnifying glass to see without damaging anything.

After getting permission, the middle-aged man picked up the magnifying glass and pointed it in the direction of the light.

"Hey!" The middle-aged man frowned immediately.

He moved the magnifying glass in his hand one after another. After comparison, he found that the pattern in the magnifying glass was the same as when he was not using it, without any change.

This is so strange and does not conform to the most basic common sense!

The middle-aged man took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, put them on again seriously, and continued to hold up the magnifying glass to see. The situation was exactly the same as before.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Lei Xiaoluo asked. He was most concerned about how much this flute was worth.

Brother, I'll be counting on you from now on. If I can buy a few thousand pieces, I won't have to worry about running out of food this summer.

"Hey!" the middle-aged man breathed out and said, "I'm blind, I really can't tell the material and age of it! But what is certain is that this kind of musical instrument is at least from before the Tang and Song Dynasties, and the age should not be the same.

It’ll be less than a thousand years!”

Lei Xiaoluo's saliva almost flowed out. A thousand years, wouldn't that be very valuable?

"However, since there is no way to determine the year and material, we cannot make a correct valuation!" The middle-aged man handed the flute back to him and said, "After a lifetime of researching cultural relics, this is the first time I have encountered such a problem.

!”

"That's such a pity!" Lei Xiaoluo looked disappointed.

Xiaomeng, who had been silent all this time, said: "Brother Xiaolei, what shall we eat in the future?"

Lei Xiaoluo pointed to the sky, meaning God knows, I won’t take you to the swimming pool to have a meal together, maybe once or twice, but it’s definitely not appropriate to go every day!

By the way, what did your girl have for lunch today?

"What, are you two short of money?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"To be honest, it's true!" Lei Xiaoluo felt that there was nothing to hide. If he had money to spend, who would come here with a baby?

The middle-aged man thought of a compromise: "How about this? If you keep the thing, I will give you three thousand yuan first. After I find out its specific value, I will give you the rest!

Of course, if you feel that the price I gave is not suitable, you only need to return the three thousand yuan and you can take away the flute, how about that?"

This is indeed a good idea, but how can I trust you? If I step forward and you run away with the flute on your back, who should I look for?

You must know that there are not many good people these days. Even if the government makes some kind of mistake, it will use the excuse of temporary workers to fool the people.

"I also have a suggestion. I allow you to take photos. You can study them as you like and just pay me for taking photos!" Lei Xiaoluo said with a smile: "And I guarantee that yours is the only one and you enjoy its copyright.

How about it?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself that this kid has a lot of tricks up his sleeve!

"That's fine, I believe no one would be so confident in handing over a treasure to an unknown person!" The middle-aged man took out a beautifully made business card, handed it to him and asked: "How much do you want for the copyright fee?"

?”

Luo Xiaolei stretched out three fingers and shook them.

"Three thousand is not too much!" the middle-aged man shook his head and said.

What Lei Xiaoluo wanted to say was three hundred. When he was about to correct the middle-aged man, Xiaomeng took his hand and said with a smile: "Uncle, you also said that this flute is not an ordinary one. Wait until you have it."

If you know the research results and attach pictures, you will definitely earn a lot of royalties. You must know that there is no truth without pictures, what do you think?"

Xiaomeng just glanced at the middle-aged man's business card. In addition to stating that he is the manager and senior appraiser of this antique store, it also has the title of a professor of the History Department of Huacheng University!

Professors have to publish papers on a regular basis, and Xiaomeng grasped this point.

"That's too expensive! Even if it's published in archaeological journals at home and abroad, the royalties are pitiful!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I'll give you a thousand and a half at most. If it works, I'll prepare a digital camera. If it doesn't work, just forget it.

Got it!"

Lei Xiaoluo's heart began to beat wildly. How many photos should be taken for one thousand five?

This is a flute, not a world famous model!

"The deal will be settled at two thousand, otherwise there will be no negotiation!" Xiaomeng took Lei Xiaoluo's arm again and said, "Let's go!"

"Wait, two thousand is just two thousand!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, took out a SLR camera with a large barrel lens from under the counter, then counted out two thousand chunks from his wallet and handed it to Lei Xiaoluo.

Lei Xiaoluo was about to reach out, but Xiaomeng took the lead and held him in his arms like a baby. I would risk my life for anyone who tried to snatch her away from me.

The guy shrugged sadly, that's my money!

Fighting for money from a girl in front of a middle-aged man, Lei Xiaoluo was afraid of being embarrassed, so he could only watch the stack of red banknotes tightly held in her arms.

The middle-aged man moved quickly and quickly took pictures of every detail of the flute. After the picture was generated in his mind, he could zoom in infinitely, and he would always be able to figure out what the patterns on it represented.

The flash flashed dozens of times. During this process, Lei Xiaoluo only winked at Xiaomeng and didn't even pay attention to what the middle-aged man was taking.

"Okay!" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I have a blog number on my business card. I will put the research results on the blog when the time comes, and you can see it!"

"Well, if it's okay, we'll leave first!" Lei Xiaoluo picked up the flute with one hand, grabbed Xiaomeng's arm with the other and ran out.
Chapter completed!