Chapter 9 009. Priceless

"Next is the seventh box."

Su Fangya made an introduction.

No, to be precise, this should be a box.

This is a slightly larger box.

Su Jie took the box in his hand.

As soon as I got the box, my hands sank slightly.

"It seems to have some weight."

And just when Su Jie was about to open the box, a corner of the box just appeared.

Su Fangya's cell phone ran out of battery and turned off.

There was a ding.

The screen of Su Fangya's mobile phone that was being used for the live broadcast instantly went black.

And this exposed corner, many people did not notice.

The exposed corner is inlaid with a golden corner.

And under this golden corner, it is exposed and can be seen.

A word can be vaguely seen.

"The phone is dead?"

Su Fangya was originally paying attention to the Douyin barrage.

Suddenly, the screen of the mobile phone went black.

Su Fangya didn't remember until she had a reaction.

All the way back to the present, I have always opened the live broadcast room.

Until now, it is normal to have no power.

Su Jie slowly took the things out of the box.

It was a piece of jade that was heavy in the hand.

When Su Jie held this piece of jade in his hand, he was shocked.

This is, a jade seal?
Although he doesn't know what the real Yuxi looks like.

But haven't you ever eaten pork and haven't seen pork yet?

In the past, he also watched some flower planting costume dramas.

Yuxi in the TV series probably looks like this.

He frowned slightly, looking at the corner of the jade seal inlaid with gold.

Why is the corner of this jade seal inlaid with gold?
He turned Yuxi over.

The pupils shrank suddenly.

"Being ordered by the heavens, you can live forever?"

Holding the jade seal in his hand, Su Jie inexplicably felt like an emperor sitting on a high throne.

I sighed in my heart, finally understanding why ancient princes or rebellious officials and traitors were so interested in the throne.

However, these are off topic.

"Brother, what is this?"

Su Fangya on the side was mostly educated in the lighthouse country style from elementary school.

Some traditional cultures of the flower-growing country are still very lacking.

"This one is called Yuxi."

Su Jie thought for a while and said.

He looked at the bottom of the jade seal, which was ordered by the sky, which is the eight characters of Shou Yongchang.

These eight characters are very familiar.

He seems to have seen it in a certain TV series called Sun Moon Feng Hua before.

This……

Could this be Chuan Guo Yuxi?

Thinking of this, he looked at the corner inlaid with gold on the edge of the jade seal again and fell into thought.

And right now.

Planting Flower Country, in the Tiangong Museum of Planting Flower Country.

A stooped old man with aging eyes and gray hair at the temples was currently wiping a delicate porcelain with a brush.

"Hey, this is a piece of porcelain we just restored recently"

In the eyes of the old man, this piece of old porcelain is probably closer than his own grandson.

"Brother Wang, look, this foreign anchor opened a container for live broadcast, and actually opened an authentic work of Wassily Kandinsky."

And at this moment, the entrance of Tiangong Museum.

A young man in a white coat walked in with a mobile phone.

"What open a container to broadcast live?"

The one called Brother Wang was a middle-aged man.

Chinese character face, horoscope eyebrows.

A look of loyalty.

The voice is also very thick.

The sound like a bell ringing kept echoing in the Tiangong Museum.

Wang Zhong is a professional archaeologist and also a cultural relic restorer.

He is the apprentice of the white-haired old man on the seat.

And the young man who walked in was the closed disciple of the white-haired old man.

Everyone is engaged in archaeological work.

They also get along very well with each other.

Getting along is no different from family.

"This is one of the more popular ones in foreign countries now. Some containers are detained at the customs of the lighthouse country without complete procedures."

The young man explained.

"Then some containers are not claimed and those containers are put up for auction."

"Some people specially photograph this kind of container for unpacking live broadcast, Brother Wang, you understand what I mean."

The young man blinked.

Signal to Brother Wang, do you understand?
Sure enough, there is a generation gap between young people and middle-aged people.

The young man thought so.

Wang Zhong nodded thoughtfully.

He walked up to the young man, "I probably understand what you mean, this is the same as you usually spend money to open treasure chests when you play games, right?"

The young man's eyes lit up.

"That's right, Brother Wang, it's exactly what you think."

With that said, the young man moved the phone screen in front of Wang Zhong.

"Brother Wang, look, is this an authentic work by Kandinsky?"

Wang Zhong shifted his gaze to the phone screen.

On the mobile phone, Su Fangya's live video was playing.

In the video, a handsome young man with muscles in his arms bulged and tore apart the cardboard box.

"This young man is quite handsome, and he matches that girl Xiaoxin quite well."

Looking at Su Jie's handsome face in the video, Wang Zhong couldn't help admiring.

The young man Liu Ke shrugged, "Brother Wang, what kind of personality does my niece have? If others don't know about it, how can you not know? Of the few boyfriends she was talking about, which one was not beaten away by her?"

Wang Zhong sighed, "Hey, I knew I shouldn't have let that girl learn Sanda back then, but now it's good, not only in their school, but everyone in Kyoto knows that there is such a girl in Kyoto who can do it without knowing it. "

After finishing speaking, Wang Zhong smiled wryly.

Not mentioning this anymore, Wang Zhong turned his attention to the screen again.

In the video, Su Jie pulls a painting out of a cardboard box.

When Wang Zhong saw this painting, his eyes narrowed.

Soon, Wang Zhong opened his eyes again.

In his eyes, there was a faint light flickering.

"Brother Wang, what do you think? This painting should be real, right?"

Wang Zhong didn't speak, but hit Liu Ke on the head with a blow.

"Hey, Brother Wang, why are you beating me!"

Liu Ke felt the pain and hurriedly covered his head.

"Are you stupid? You have learned all the knowledge that the teacher taught you for nothing? Can't you understand the antiques from our country of flowers, and the antiques from foreigners?" Wang Zhong said disappointedly.

"Did you see the inscription above?"

"Signed? Where is the signed?"

"Don't, don't, Brother Wang, I was wrong. You can tell me where there is a signature."

Seeing that Wang Zhong was about to knock his head again, Liu Ke hurriedly stepped aside.

"Isn't the signature here?"

As he spoke, Wang Zhong pointed to a small corner of the oil painting in the video.

Wang Zhong reached out and brought a magnifying glass from the table next to him and handed it to Liu Ke.

Liu Ke took the magnifying glass and looked at it this way.

"Hey, there is really a signature."

(End of this chapter)

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