"Old Yan, if you think this thing is unlucky, why not give it to me."
Mr. Song's eyes were shining, and he held the dagger in his hand as if he were protecting a treasure and refused to let go.
"How about I trade my Ming Dynasty Han Qiufeng inkstone with you?"
Mr. Song's words immediately shocked everyone.
What?
Mr. Song actually wanted to exchange the inkstone of Han Qiufeng, the great calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty, for a broken dagger?
Isn't this too exaggerated?
Mr. Yan looked at the excited Mr. Song and didn't understand why this humble dagger made his old friend so happy.
"Lao Yan, didn't you want the inkstone in my hand before? Take this opportunity today and let's exchange it."
Xu Tian saw the venerable Mr. Song holding a dagger, as happy as a child, but also confused.
He bought this dagger from that naughty woman for only 10,000 yuan. No matter what, it can't be compared with the inkstones of the Ming Dynasty, right?
"Old Yan, since you have no objection, it's settled. I'll have the inkstone delivered to you tomorrow." Mr. Song held the dagger firmly in his hand and actually wanted to take it directly after the banquet.
Take things away.
Although Mr. Yan didn't know what the dagger was, he was not stupid. He immediately realized that this dagger, which Mr. Song valued so much, must not be an ordinary object, so he immediately said:
"No change."
"You don't like it, why don't you change it?"
Mr. Song refused to return the dagger: "How about I give you the map of mountains and rivers that I have collected at home?"
"hiss!"
"hiss!"
There were repeated gasps of air all around.
For a dagger, Mr. Song did not hesitate to exchange Han Qiufeng's inkstone and the map of mountains and rivers in exchange for two treasures.
So how valuable is this dagger?
No matter how slow the surrounding guests were, they realized at this time that this seemingly ordinary dagger was definitely not simple.
"Old Yan, don't be deceived by Old Man Song. He's a man who picks up things everywhere, but he's never struck an eye. This dagger has a hidden secret."
An old man on the other side of Mr. Yan suddenly reminded him.
"I won't change." Mr. Yan had no expression on his face. He didn't know whether he really didn't want to change or was wary because of the reminder from the old man next to him.
"Really don't want to change?"
Mr. Song was very sorry: "Can you think about it again?"
Mr. Yan said righteously: "This is a gift from my grandson. I won't exchange it for anything."
Xu Tian's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, and he thought that Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, seemed to be worried that Mr. Song would be snatched away by the dagger, and he actually came up with such a reason that the other party could not refute.
He and Mr. Yan had just met for the first time today, and there was no affection at all. He didn't believe that the other party would value the gift he gave so much.
Now the reason why Mr. Yan is so determined not to exchange with Mr. Song is because Mr. Song's desire for the dagger is so obvious that smart people will understand at a glance that there must be another reason.
No matter what Mr. Yan's real purpose is, his words are recognition of Xu Tian's identity to other guests.
When they looked at Xu Tian again, their eyes were a little more envious.
Mr. Song originally wanted to fight for it, but Mr. Yan said so, so he couldn't say anything else.
Finally, he put the dagger back into the box with a look of regret.
Afterwards, the old men around Mr. Yan rushed to pass around the dagger given by Xu Tian.
But no matter how much they researched it, they couldn't find anything interesting about it.
This is reasonable, after all, among these old men, only Mr. Song has the highest cultural attainments and knows the best about antiques.
Next is Mr. Yan. Although Mr. Yan also likes to collect antiques, his experience is not as good as Mr. Song's instructions. He cannot figure out the mystery of this dagger, let alone others.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, Mr. Song couldn't help but open his mouth to smooth things over.
"Old man Yan, this guy gave you such a big gift when we first met. This is not a god-grandson. He treats you better than his biological grandson. Why can't I meet such a sensible junior? You refuse to give up the dagger.
How about you give this boy to me?"
"You have a good plan."
Mr. Yan glared at Mr. Song, but a slightly proud look appeared on his face.
"Old Song, don't be too pretentious. What's the mystery behind the dagger Xu Tian gave you?" an old man next to him asked curiously.
Mr. Yan also pricked up his ears after hearing this, waiting for Mr. Song's answer.
Not only these old men, but also the guests present today were extremely curious about the origin of this dagger.
When Mr. Song saw that everyone was thirsty for knowledge, he actually gave in. He took off his reading glasses, picked up the teacup in front of him, and sipped the tea leisurely.
"Old Song, you are right!"
The old man was impatient and snatched the tea cup from Mr. Song's hand and asked.
"This dagger is from the Warring States Period."
Mr. Song was not upset when his tea cup was robbed. Instead, he glanced at the old men around him mysteriously, and then deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Have you ever heard of General Jin Jia?"
"General in golden armor?"
A thin old man with a white beard spoke.
"I heard that he was a general from Zhao State during the Warring States Period. He was famous for his bravery and skill in battle. This dagger was one of General Jin Jia's favorite weapons."
"At a European auction before, a Chinese took out an ancestral treasure as the finale, which was General Jin Jia's dagger. However, according to the Chinese's recollection, the ancestral daggers were a pair, and one of them was accidentally damaged during the war.
Lost."
"I was at the auction at that time, and I was lucky enough to have it authenticated. It was exactly the same as the one in Lao Yan's hands. It was a peerless treasure!"
Mr. Yan's eyes moved slightly and his fingertips trembled a little.
He is a collector of antiques, but due to his limited experience, he has bought a lot of fakes. The most precious genuine items in his home are only a few porcelain vases from the late Qing Dynasty. The rest are just objects from the Republic of China period and have little collection value.
But not big.
He looked at the dagger in his hand again. At first he was a little dissatisfied with the dagger, but now he felt that it was the best gift he had ever received in his life.
On the other side, Zhang Yuzhen and Su Weixin stared blankly at the broken dagger that disgusted them. They didn't expect that this piece of scrap metal was really a treasure.
"But, didn't Xu Tian just say that this thing was not a gift from him? Could it be a mistake?"
Zhang Yuzhen didn't want Xu Tian to be in the limelight and wanted to argue, but was pulled back by Su Mingli.
After she finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly fell into silence for a moment.