They were all wearing black coats, and they all had fierce looks. They were either yellow-haired or killer, and none of them were over thirty years old.
This group of people was divided into three groups, and they were stationed at the entrance and north gate of the appraisal center respectively. The rest of the group stood opposite the closed museum appraisal center, watching indifferently.
The police station at the door was on duty today and the gate was locked, and the duty vehicle outside the east gate had already left.
Panjiayuan's security guards felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, but they didn't care about getting close. They were carrying all kinds of equipment and stuff from a distance. From a distance, they could smell the stench that made them pee.
The four security guards on duty at the appraisal center were so frightened that they would have been paralyzed if they had not been leaning against the wall.
Within a few minutes, more than a dozen Shamat young people walked directly to me, surrounded by one person.
The first thing that person said when he opened his mouth was yelling at me: "Boss Tong, you broke my silver ingot, you can't just pay two hundred."
This person is Xu Mabin, the stall owner of Panjiayuan.
On the day when the smashing incident occurred, I picked up a few fake silver ingots from Xu Mabin's stall and used them as weapons to beat the assailant. After the incident, I returned the fake silver ingots to Xu Mabin and gave him 200 yuan as a shock payment.
Xu Mabin thanked me profusely at that time, but many days later, Xu Mabin miraculously came to my door. Come to me and ask for an explanation.
Behind Xu Mabin, more than a dozen yellow-haired killers stared at me with murderous eyes, as if they would start fighting if I said something wrong.
The one sitting upstairs was secretly trying to suppress me, and the one standing downstairs was not only trying to mess with me, but was also trying to destroy the store.
Overtly or covertly, they are trying to kill me!
Whether I can survive today depends on whether my life is tough enough!
"Boss Xu, what do you want to say?"
I was a little surprised that Xu Mabin accidentally settled old scores, but I negotiated with the other party very calmly.
Xu Mabin also knew that he was being used as a weapon. His eyes were a bit evasive and he said bravely: "My silver ingot is real. You broke it."
"You, you have to pay...according to the market price, pay, pay me..."
Before I could respond, the dozen or so yellow men behind Xu Mabin started threatening me fiercely.
"Tong. Pay compensation."
"Compensate immediately. If you don't pay, your store will be destroyed."
"hurry up!"
The unexpected episode did not disorient me. He ignored the group of killers and said to Xu Mabin, "How much do you want me to pay you?"
"My silver ingot is from the Qing...Qing, Ming Dynasty. Ming Dynasty."
"Is it from the Qing Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty?"
"All. All."
I asked Xu Mabin to take out the few silver ingots, and my heart skipped a beat.
The silver ingots in front of me are not the ones I used to kill people that day.
Obviously, someone had replaced the silver ingot.
The silver ingots that hit people were mixed with a large amount of brass, and a layer of silver paint was sprayed on the surface.
The replacement batch of silver ingots is real sterling silver.
Old silver ingots made of sterling silver, but relying on composition testing will definitely not work.
"Who said your silver ingot is real?"
"I said."
An old man in rich clothes strolled out.
That man was clearly the old despicable disciple, Mu Qingqing's uncle.
My life and death enemy, Chen Huan!
That’s right!
That’s right!
How could I, a lost dog, be beaten so hard that I would be spared a bunch of despicable weasels?
With the addition of Chen Huan, this drama is complete!
"Master Chen Huanchen. Didn't the Cultural Museum Headquarters order you to quit the antique shop and be banned from engaging in related industries for the rest of your life? Today is your comeback day?"
Chen Huan folded his hands and said indifferently: "I don't dare to disobey the orders of the Cultural Museum Headquarters, but Xu Mabin is my nephew. Showing things to my nephew does not violate the prohibitions of the Cultural Museum Headquarters."
"It's you, surnamed Tong. Today, you're going to put on a big
It's over. "
Instead of arguing with Chen Huan, he pointed at the silver ingots one by one and questioned the other party. After that, he said softly: "It doesn't matter whether you tell me whether the silver ingot is real or not. I have a thermoluminescence here to take samples for inspection. If it is true, I will take it." The auction house will pay you the highest price."
"If not, and you slander me, I will sue you."
Xu Mabin was a little scared after hearing my words and subconsciously looked back.
At this moment, Chen Huan pointed at me and shouted: "Who the hell knows whether your machine is fake or not. My nephew's silver ingot clearly belongs to Xuande of the Ming Dynasty. The market price is at least 1.5 million. You smashed both ingots." If it breaks, please pay me three million in compensation."
As soon as these words came out, the other yellow-haired killers shouted to pay, and if they didn't pay, they would destroy the store.
The history of unearthed silver ingots in Shenzhou can be traced back to the second year of Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty. It is a first-class national treasure.
In the second half of 2007, during the Jiade Autumn Auction, a silver ingot of 1.50 taels from the Yongle Royal Silversmithing Bureau of the Ming Dynasty was auctioned for 1.58 million.
If these two silver ingots are real, Chen Huan wants me to pay three million, which is considered merciful.
I clearly know that the other party is a wild and unreasonable man who hunts cattle from across the mountain. When I encounter such an unreasonable bastard, I have no other choice but to start a fight.
If you don't fight this level today, you won't be able to pass it!
Then fight!
Just when I decided to hit him, a sudden voice came from behind Chen Huan: "Oh, Xuande silver ingot?! It's really strange. Let me take a look where it is."
While he was talking, a thin man wearing an old-fashioned felt hat with ear protection came over and took a look down.
After just one glance, the thin man with a shaggy beard turned back and stared at me: "No way. Junior Master...Brother, can't you recognize this?"
The thin man with unshaven beard looked like a cleaner in his attire. His index fingers and thumbs were yellow and black, and his teeth were stained with tea and soot. It was really disgusting to see him.
But the appearance of this man was unbelievable.
"I'm not a well-known appraisal expert like Master Chen Huan. It's useless for me to recognize him."
The cleaner glanced at me sideways, his little eyes full of ridicule: "Tell me about it."
I replied numbly to the cleaner: "The escort officer is wrong."
With that said, I threw a good cigarette out of my bag.
The silver ingots of the Ming Dynasty, especially the silver ingots of the Silver Industry Bureau, had very strict rules and regulations.
For example, if the silver is specially used for disaster relief, the words "disaster relief" will be engraved on the back of the silver ingot. The silver ingot collected by water transport and turned over to the national treasury must also be marked with the name of the tax bank and the supervisor and escort officer.
Although these two Xuande silver ingots are made of pure silver, the inscription ignores this most important point.
The cleaner held the cigarette and looked at me very appreciatively, then threw the silver ingot heavily on the ground, Man Sheng said.
