Even if the person who doesn't like the clouds and mists must admit that the gift he gave was considered to be thoughtful.

Futu and Futu are in Buddhist terms, which are the same. Now, the fog in the clouds and mists give Chen Futu a beautiful pagoda, which is equivalent to adding icing on the cake and means auspiciousness.

It can also be seen that Chen Futu also likes this thing, with a strong look of admiration in his eyes, but he said, "It's fog, things must be very expensive, why are you spending this money like this..."

"Mr. Wei and I have a good relationship. He gave me an acquaintance price of only hundreds of thousands." Yun Zhongwu smiled and turned around and said, "Mr. Wei, isn't it?"

"Cough..." Mr. Wei said vaguely: "It's almost the same, it's almost the same."

Hundreds of thousands, multiplied by ten, it would be right. After all, although he couldn't twist his arms and gave up his treasure in desperation, it did not mean that he did not have the power to fight back.

Yunzhongwu needs something, but the price must be satisfactory. Otherwise, once he makes a fuss, Yunzhongwu may also be covered in dust and don’t think about it.

Everyone knows that Yun Zhongwu is talking lies with his eyes open, but he has no intention of exposing it. After all, this is a kind-hearted "lie". If you don't see Chen Futu, don't you plan to pursue it? Why do you have to be serious?

At this moment, Yun Zhongwu raised his chin and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Brother Jiang, is this good thing, right?"

"Overall, it's OK." Jiang Baiwan said lightly, not afraid that others would scold him for being ignorant.

Qi Xiang knew that the critical moment was coming. Everything was based on the original plan, and followed the flow of the topic to the gift, and then asked Chen Futu to take everyone to watch the gift.

The intention of the fog in the clouds and Jiang Baiwan's cooperation are also perfect.

As expected, seeing Jiang Baiwan's confidence, the others were also very curious and thought that the gifts Jiang Baiwan brought would definitely be good, at least they could be comparable to the Buddha Tower.

Yun Zhongwu watched coldly, and a ray of light flashed in his deep eyes, and then expressed his suspicion: "Brother Jiang, what you meant is better when you bring?"

"I don't know whether it's good or not, but everyone's judgment is still needed." Jiang Baiwan said tit-for-tat: "The quality of a gift is not about its value, but about its intentions and whether it is sincere or not."

"What do you mean?" Yun Zhongwu's face changed slightly.

"I mean, your gift is just a speculation and not at all." Jiang Baiwan despised: "Who doesn't know that you, Yun Da, have very little money. You always only choose expensive things, not the right ones..."

Yun Zhongwu smiled instead of anger: "Okay, then I also want to know what the so-called right gift is."

"Then you open your eyes and look..."

While speaking, Jiang Baiwan opened a large box and then opened the foam plastic. An ancient tripod with a thick, very simple and heavy body was revealed in front of everyone.

"Bronze Cauldron!"

Many people's eyes lit up and they couldn't help but surround them.

Everyone present has a certain status and experience. They no longer look at the exquisite appearance of things, but also pay more attention to the connotation of things.

For example, the ancient tripod in front of you has mottled copper rust and soil stains, and the appearance is definitely not beautiful.

However, this kind of traces left by experiencing vicissitudes and erosion from the soil and water is natural and beautiful in the eyes of some people.

After all, after thousands of years of influence, everyone is already familiar with the Ding Culture. They don’t care how much it is worth, but what it represents.

"Is this a real tripod? From which period?" Many people were curious.

After all, the older the bronze tripod is, the more valuable it is. However, it is recognized by the world that only the bronze tripod from the Shang and Zhou dynasties is the most symbolic thing.

Because it was during that period that the technology of casting tripods reached its peak and continued, and no dynasty or generation could surpass it.

Of course, it cannot be surpassed, but it does not mean that it cannot be imitated. Anyway, the emperors of all dynasties also had extraordinary persistence in bronze tripods. They had a lot of new imitations and had to fill the palace before they could stop.

As for the people, they even know the value of bronze tripods, and the trend of forgery is naturally banned, especially in the Ming and Qing dynasties, which has become more common, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"I'll take a look..."

At this moment, Master Wei was happy when he saw the hunt, and he couldn't help but come forward to look at it. Everyone knew that Master Wei was a master of cultural relics identification, so he quickly made aside and asked him to study it.

After some observation, Mr. Wei nodded slightly and said carefully: "A preliminary judgment is that this should be a real tripod."

"Old Wei, please tell us carefully and let us learn and learn." Someone suggested that, and he also received the approval of others.

"Then let me talk about it briefly." Master Wei smiled and said in a dash: "The method of identifying bronze ware is mainly to appreciate the casting technology, shape, patterns and inscriptions of the utensils, as well as copper."

"In short, this method is summarized into a few sentences, namely, grasp its shape, look at its patterns, identify its inscriptions, check its rust, and find its pattern marks..."

Mr. Wei signaled: "Look at it, this ancient tripod has feet and ears, not tall or large, and has a very standard shape. The surface is cloud-thunder pattern, which is the most common texture. Without inscriptions, it means that things are not offerings, but may be practical tools."

"After all, there are two types of ancient tripods. One is offered in the Taimiao, which has symbolic meanings, indicating that the tripod stands in the world. The other is a practical tool, used to cook wine and meat..."

Mr. Wei analyzed in detail: "The so-called Fanhen refers to the traces left by casting a tripod. Some tripods have obvious traces, while some tripods have better handling of Fanhenhen, so it is not easy to find."

"...Forget it, let's talk about copper rust."

Mr. Wei noticed the confused expression on everyone next to him, and immediately skipped this paragraph and continued: "For beginners, it is somewhat difficult to study pattern inscriptions and copper styles, so it is generally more appropriate to start with rust."

"Bronze ware has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are roughly three ways to this day: penetrate into the soil, fall into the water, and pass on the world."

Mr. Wei tried to make it easy to understand: "Generally speaking, most of the Qing Ding Ding that have been passed down to this day are unearthed cultural relics, falling into water and bronze tripods passed down from generation to generation, and very few."

"Of course, due to the differences in copper quality and the differences in soil and water quality in different places, the rust color of copper ware entering the soil is also different, and common ones are green rust, red rust, blue rust, purple rust, etc.."

Mr. Wei smiled and said, "However, no matter how many rust is, the method to identify the authenticity of rust is very simple. Just brush with boiling water with alkali added, the rust will fall off and false traces will be exposed."

"If it's really rust, it will be more obvious after brushing."

Mr. Wei was not afraid of stolen goods, so he opened his mouth and licked the bronze tripod with his tongue, and then he was sure: "That's right, this is definitely a real tripod. After all, the real thousand-year-old tripod has no smell of copper..."

"Smack it..."

There was immediately a burst of applause in the study room.

Many people believe in Mr. Wei's appreciation ability, and they definitely have no doubts about his judgment.

Mr. Wei smiled modestly and reached out to press the pressure: "I made everyone laugh. In fact, I can only be sure that this is an ancient tripod. As for the age of ancient times, I can't see it."

"After all, I am not specializing in bronze ware. If you want to accurately date, you also need to understand the style, name, pattern, texture, etc. of bronze ware of each period. Starting from copper, rust, decoration, workmanship, smell, sound, etc., you can reveal the answer after comprehensive and comprehensive verification."

Mr. Wei's expression was a little serious: "This is a very meticulous knowledge, you can't be careless."

"Brother Wei, your words make sense. Please help me introduce some experts in this field and ask them to come over for a detailed appraisal." Chen Futu smiled and walked over to stop and admire the bronze tripod, which looked very much.

At least in everyone's opinion, Chen Futu's appreciation of the ancient tripod is better than that of the Futu Tower.

After all, as a hero, Chen Futu has never seen any rare treasures?

No matter how precious the Buddha Tower is, it is probably not as good as his own private collection. In comparison, the bronze tripod may not be as valuable as the Buddha Tower, but it is enough for Chen Futu to like it.

Now, it was Jiang Baiwan's turn to shake. He glanced at Yun Zhongwu, and his proud look had no intention of covering up.

But the fog in the clouds ignored it, picked up a glass of red wine, shook it gently and tasted it carefully.

At this moment, someone suddenly said in the crowd: "This tripod looks familiar, it seems to have seen it somewhere."

"Hmm?" Everyone was stunned.

"I must have seen it..." The man walked out, walked around the ancient cauldron for a few times, looked left and right, and suddenly realized: "Oh, this cauldron is very similar to the cauldron in our Provincial Museum."

"What?" Some people were confused, while others were thinking.

"Yes, it's exactly the same." The man sighed with a strange expression: "But the tripod in our museum seemed to have been stolen a month ago and has not been found..."

"Stolen?"

In an instant, many people looked at each other and were somewhat surprised. Immediately, they seemed to understand a little, and then immediately took a step back, indicating that they were out of the matter and watched the development of the situation.

No one is a fool. Jiang Baiwan brought the things, and someone came forward to say that things were stolen goods. If there was nothing strange about it, they wouldn’t believe it if they were beaten to death.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the study was a bit subtle.

And unexpectedly, as the person involved, Jiang Baiwan was not angry or annoyed at this time, and even had no intention of discerning it. Instead, he showed a sneer.

After a while, Yun Zhongwu spoke and broke the silence: "Brother Jiang, someone slandered you, don't you plan to argue?"

"The clear one is clear, and the turbid one is turbid. What's there to say?" Jiang Baiwan said calmly, looking lonely and arrogant.

This answer made Yun Zhongwu's chest stuffy, as if he clenched his fists and hit him hard, but it hit the cotton, making him feel empty and uncomfortable.

He let out a sigh and showed his murderous intent: "Brother Jiang, you are so suspicious."

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Chapter completed!