I have never been polite to Senior Brother Huang who trains people indiscriminately.
"Your junior brother even dares to say that Zhu Dihai's compass is fake. Your senior master's level is really not that good."
Immediately, Senior Brother Huang became angry. He looked me up and down, then suddenly raised his hands and said coldly to me, "I haven't asked you yet, who is your master?"
This is a question for me!
In China's cross talk world, opera world, and restoration world, there are extremely traditional rules for masters to follow each other.
There is nothing wrong with this!
But I deeply detest the antiquities trade, which is an outdated custom in the old society of the Republic of China.
In what fucking age are you still doing this kind of ranking based on seniority?
These people were still alive a hundred years ago?
"What?" You don't dare to report the origin of your apprenticeship? "
Senior Brother Huang raised his hands to me and said sternly: "If you insult my junior brother, it means that my junior brother is not as good as others. But if you insult my senior brother, then I have to ask you for an explanation."
After saying that, Senior Brother Huang once again cupped his hands and announced his family status in a deep voice: "A member of the Xia family. The third generation disciple. Headquarters Archaeological Appraisal Institute. Huang! Guan! Raise!"
"Please tell me your surname!"
Headquarters Archaeological Laboratory? !
Isn't this the unit where Empress Zhuang asked me to go?
Under the Xia family?
Which Xia family?
Is there an awesome person named Xia in China?
Never heard of it.
Huang Guanyang?
do not know!
never heard of that!
Suddenly I tightened my eyes and looked at the other person's badge.
Um?
Jiayin!
This person’s number also starts with Jiayin?
Could this person be the person in charge of the archaeological appraisal institute at the headquarters?
So young?
Are you thirty-five?
The Headquarters Archaeological Laboratory is a very awesome unit.
The predecessor of the Headquarters Appraisal Institute was the state-owned antique shop opened by the Headquarters, a unit specifically responsible for earning foreign exchange.
Anyone who can hang out here is either a grandmaster or a master, or he or she is the son or daughter of a master.
Not to mention the Headquarters Archeology Institute.
Decades ago, China's cultural, museum and archaeological institutions were all working independently due to the pitiful lack of funds. At that time, powerful public units dug out antiques during construction and put them as exhibits in their own units.
In the past, Fangzhou was more advanced than the cultural and museum archaeological team, and all the things dug out from the ground over the years were returned to Fangzhou.
The more antiques I dug, the more I started to build my own museum.
This is the origin of Fangzhou Museum.
The situation at the headquarters at that time was similar to that in Fangzhou, but they were smart enough to set up their own archaeological team. Independent of the cultural and museum archaeological team, its status was once on par with the Institute of Archeology of the Academy of Sciences of the Hanlin Academy.
Although the current status of the headquarters archaeological team is not comparable to that of the Hanlin Academy of Sciences, it is still a presence that cannot be underestimated.
"Are you Huang Suo?"
Huang Guanyang looked at me coldly, as if he were looking at a life-and-death enemy, and his tone became more solemn: "I haven't asked you your name yet? Who do you study under?"
Before I responded to Huang Guanyang, the two-armed dragon grandson next to me slowly raised his hands, with his right hand making a fist inside and his left hand outside, he bowed his hand to me. He changed his childish and narcissistic behavior from the middle two before and spoke in a solemn voice.
"A member of the Xia family."
"The third generation disciple."
"China Cultural Museum and Archaeological Corps."
"Xiahou Jichi!"
"May I ask what your surname is? Who is your apprentice?"
Don't even say it.
This Xiahou Jichi raised his arms and bowed, and he really looked like a young man from the Republic of China.
But, I'm a little confused.
As the head of an organization like the Archaeological Appraisal Institute, which relies on strength to secure its position, Huang Guanyang is definitely not an ordinary person.
This two-armed Xiahou Longsun looks like Xiao Longzi
At such a young age, he is actually a member of the archaeological team.
There is also Xu Chunxiang and Xu Hanlin, who is called the master's uncle by Huang Guanyang Xiahou Jichi.
Their whole family is engaged in archeology and appraisal...
Who in China can teach such an awesome disciple?
There is absolutely no way he is a mean old man.
Because the old mean man is not named Xia.
Who else could he be if he wasn't a mean old man?
I should definitely have heard of this awesome guy named Xia.
Could it be...
A big man with a huge reputation who hasn’t been deprived of his secrets yet?
There is only this possibility.
"I haven't asked for advice yet..."
Xiahou Zhong Er, with a serious face and a serious voice, became more provocative and asked me for advice.
Seeing that I didn't respond to him, Zhonger Que got angry and wanted to grab my badge.
My face suddenly darkened, I grabbed Que Xinyan's wrist and asked indifferently: "Xiao Xiazi. What do you want to do?"
"If you don't repay your mentorship, then I won't be polite to you either."
Xiao Xiazi's face turned red and hissed: "If you look down on our Xia family, I will be rude to you."
I sneered, looked at Huang Guanyang who was still holding his hands, and turned to look at Xiao Xiazi coldly: "You dare to say that the damn sea compass is a fake. What qualifications do you have to know about my inheritance?"
"Let's play. Little trash."
Xiao Xiazi was so angry that her eyes turned red and her body convulsed: "Who are you calling trash?"
As he said that, Xiao Xiazi clenched his fists and rushed forward to take action. The look of a little tiger showing his teeth was a bit silly and a bit funny.
"You can't keep up with your talk and want to take action? Is this the rule of your Xia family? Do you want me to help your Xia family promote it?"
When these words suddenly came out, Xiao Xiazi's complexion suddenly changed. She was so angry that she burst on the spot but did not dare to take another step forward.
Suddenly, Huang Guanyang next to him showed murderous intent and said in a deep voice: "What about me?"
"May I ask your Excellency for advice?"
I clicked my tongue, raised my index finger and said loudly, "You are even less qualified."
Huang Guanyang made a look of consternation, his tiger eyes gleamed, murderous intent burst out, and he said three good words in a row: "Tell me, why am I not qualified to ask you?"
"Today, if you can tell me, then I, Huang Guanyang, will apologize to you. If—"
"If you can't tell, don't blame our Xia family for not following the rules for you."
Looking at Huang Guanyang's look of killing someone, setting fire to me and trying to cut me into pieces, I sneered: "You Huang Guanyang, the person in charge of the archaeological appraisal office at Tangtang Headquarters, dare to say that the fake Yuanren Autumn Hunting Pictures are genuine even at a glance! "
"What qualifications does *** have to try to judge me!"
boom!
Hearing this, Huang Guanyang felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stared at me with his mouth wide open and his eyes filled with the world-destroying chaos of landslides and tsunamis.
Xiao Xiazi on the side was also frightened.
"You...say it again?"
