Driving into New York City, Zhu Yu parked the car in the parking lot, and then carefully picked up the short-handled knife that seemed to be a Tang Dao.

I pulled it out gently, but found that it couldn't be pulled out.

It must be rusty.

However, he could feel that it was moving. Zhu Yu tried hard again, but he didn't dare to use too much force. After a lot of effort, he pulled out the knife.

The blade is relatively straight, with only a chamfer at the tip.

It looks like an iron knife overall, but there are still rust-free parts of the blade, so it feels like a steel blade.

The handle of the knife is made of wood, I don't know what kind of wood it is, and it holds an iron bar that is integrated with the blade.

The six characters "Tianbao Eight Years Qian Wen" are on the handle of the knife, and each character is a little bigger than a soybean.

Zhu Yu slowly sheathed the knife and started searching on the Internet.

He felt that this "Tianbao Eight Years" was a bit awkward. It usually wasn't a certain year, so why was it mentioned here?

As a result, I checked online and found that hey, at that time, "year" was actually changed to "Zai"!

Is this considered solid?

Searching for Tang knives again, I found that there seem to be only a dozen or so extant, and most of them are in rb.

The knife in my hand is not very well preserved and is in worse condition than those that still exist.

But Zhu Yu is already very satisfied. If this is really a Tang sword, even if it is not a national treasure, it will at least be very rare!

Zhu Yu happily placed the knife on the passenger seat, and then pulled out the RB samurai sword with inscriptions on it.

This knife is relatively well preserved, with almost no rust on the blade. The silk thread wrapped around the handle has decayed, exposing the copper clip inside.

The blood groove on the blade is still black, and I don't know if it has been stained with blood. Looking at the iron scabbard, although there is some rust, it is not serious.

The other handles are only rusty to varying degrees, but are generally in good condition.

Zhu Yu called Old John and told him about the saddle, samurai sword and motorcycle.

Old John pondered for a while and said:

"I remember there seems to be a Chinese collector who collects these things, but I am not very familiar with him. Here is the contact information. You can contact him yourself.

As for motorcycles, I’ll give you a shop that sells second-hand goods. You can go there and have a look. You should be able to sell the saddle there as well.”

After Zhu Yu got the phone, he dialed it.

This person's name is Tang Hailiang and he is a personal collector.

"Hello." A gentle voice came from the other side, in English.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, my name is Zhu Yu." Zhu Yu said, "I have a few RB samurai swords on hand. I wonder if Mr. Tang is interested in them?"

"Chinese?" Tang Hailiang's voice rose slightly.

"Yes." Zhu Yu used Mandarin this time.

"Hahahaha, you must be interested!" Tang Hailiang said in Mandarin with a slight southern accent, "When will Mr. Zhu be free?"

"Now." Zhu Yu said with a smile, "If Mr. Tang is free..."

"I must be free!" The other party reported an address, and Zhu Yu wrote it down.

Driving to where Tang Hailiang was, Zhu Yu discovered that it was a private museum.

Tang Hailiang was tall. Zhu Yu was 1.78 meters tall, which was half a head shorter than Tang Hailiang. When he saw Zhu Yu get out of the car, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

Zhu Yu held the seven samurai swords and couldn't shake hands, so he nodded to Tang Hai.

Entering the museum, Zhu Yu found that no one was visiting at this time.

"Put it here." Tang Hailiang pointed to an empty table in the middle, "Let me take a look."

Zhu Yu put down his sword, then looked around and found that there were quite a few samurai swords, rifles, kettles and other old military supplies in the museum.

Tang Hailiang explained to Zhu Yu while putting on his gloves:

"My museum mainly collects old objects from the Second World War. You can collect a lot of things here in New York, but it's hard to collect those in China."

Zhu Yu nodded to express his understanding.

Tang Hailiang looked at these samurai swords carefully.

Among the seven, six were of that standard and did not have much collection value. Tang Hailiang quickly put them aside.

Tang Hailiang picked out the samurai sword with the inscription and looked at it carefully.

After watching for a while, he simply found some tools and said to Zhu Yu:

"Mr. Zhu, I plan to remove the handle of this knife and take a look at the specific inscription - you don't mind, right? By the way, I will definitely keep this knife. This kind of knife with inscriptions is really rare."

Zhu Yu smiled and said:

"Tear it down, you are an expert."

"Then let's agree like this. I will calculate the price based on the inscription." Tang Hailiang did not take action directly, but agreed on the price first, "I will pay three hundred dollars for each of these ordinary samurai swords. As for this one..."

He pointed to the handle with the inscription and said:

"This should be a private customization. The knife-making craftsman was not a big celebrity at the time, and there was a circle.

So, if the price is higher, a thousand dollars per word, how about giving you four thousand dollars for this knife?"

Zhu Yu nodded and agreed.

These samurai swords are just a bonus. I have already made several times the money, so they are worth it.

Seeing Zhu Yu being so straightforward, Tang Hailiang was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything more, paid the money, and started to remove the samurai sword hilt.

Seeing that Tang Hailiang was busy, Zhu Yu said:

"Mr. Tang, you're busy, I'll leave first. I still have some things to sell."

"Okay, I'll see you off." Tang Hailiang put down what he was doing and saw Zhu Yu out, asking as he walked:

"Do you have anything else that I can see?"

"An old saddle and an old motorcycle." Zhu Yu pointed to the car, "I don't think Mr. Tang would be interested."

Tang Hailiang was really not interested.

When sending Zhu Yu off, Tang Hailiang glanced at the co-pilot, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said to Zhu Yu:

"Mr. Zhu, that knife of yours..."

"That knife is not for sale." Zhu Yu shook his head and said, "I haven't determined the age of that knife yet, so I plan to study it."

Tang Hailiang looked regretful, but still did not give up:

"Then can I take a look?"

Zhu Yu hesitated for a moment, then took the knife and handed it to Tang Hailiang carefully.

Tang Hailiang looked at it carefully and said:

"The handle of this knife has been replaced."

Then I pulled it out gently, but it didn't move.

Zhu Yu said:

"Try a little harder."

Tang Hailiang thought about it himself, but was worried that Zhu Yu would not agree. Now that Zhu Yu agreed, he used a little force to pull out the knife.

As soon as the knife was pulled out, Tang Hailiang's eyes were fixed on the blade, feeling like he couldn't pull it out!

"This...is this a Tang Dao?"

Tang Hailiang's hand holding the knife trembled.

He looked up at Zhu Yu, as if asking him for an answer.

Zhu Yu smiled and said:

"Mr. Tang, you are the expert in this area. I am also skeptical. I feel a bit like..."

"It's not similar! It's the exact same shape!" Tang Hailiang lowered his head to look at the knife, "Look at the blade, the head, and the sharpening characteristics of this straight knife -"
Chapter completed!