Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 120

The ashtray placed in front of Yang Xingwen was soon filled with long and short cigarette butts.

Seeing Wang San light another cigarette for Yang Xingwen, Hou Jiu finally couldn't hold back anymore, and asked Yang Xingwen bravely: "Boss, Shen Yunfeng doesn't care anymore?"

"Otherwise?" Yang Xingwen frowned and threw out a sentence.

It seems to be asking for Hou Jiu's opinion, and it seems to use these extremely simple four words to turn Hou Jiu back.

"But." Hou Jiu glanced at Wang San on the opposite side, "Boss, Young Master Sun made it very clear on the phone. Now even Zhao Yuming from Shengda Group has begun to pay attention to this matter. If we don't take measures If you take action, I'm afraid."

"Then you analyze it with me, why did they suddenly care so much about Shen Yunfeng bullying my dad?"

Yang Xingwen asked Hou Jiu with a sullen face, "At first it was Zhao Yuliang who came out, and now it's Zhao Yuming who asked Sun Jinxue to give me a message, so you didn't taste it?"

He glanced around at the five capable generals sitting beside him.

Everyone, including Hou Jiu and Wang San, fell silent.

"I have to find Shen Yunfeng one more time, otherwise, Zhao Yuming's place is hard to explain," Yang Xingwen sighed, "My father's place, I will go there in person at night, it would be best if I can find out why, if the old man is still unwilling I can't think of any other better way."

He glanced at the corner of the bedroom, "The box of national wine that Zhao Yuliang gave you cost tens of thousands of dollars, and I will send it back to them intact."

"In name, they invited me to dinner, and then they gave me wine and money, as if they wanted to be friends with me. In fact, in my opinion, the Zhao family is playing their own tricks."

"As for why it is like this, it's best to ask my old man when I meet at night. Otherwise, I can only go to Master Zhou and ask him what's going on."

Yang Xingwen led a group of younger brothers to study Shen Yunfeng. Shen Yunfeng was here, but he didn't know it at all. After two o'clock in the afternoon, he was the only one left in Hengxing Antique Store, and Liang Bingru left beforehand.It was said that there was something wrong with the Municipal Antique Collection Association, and it seemed to be related to the treasure appraisal competition to be held next Saturday. Because Liang Jinyan was not at home these days, she went over to see what was going on.

Flipping through a thick treasure-appraisal book, he took out his phone and wanted to make a phone call to his family while he was free.

Only then did he take his eyes away from the treasure book, find out the phone number at home, and was about to dial it, when the door of the store was pushed open from the outside.

Shen Yunfeng put down his cell phone and looked at the young man who had buried his head in.

He is neither short nor low, about 1.7 meters. He is well dressed and looks very energetic. He is carrying a cloth bag in his hand. It is obvious that there is an object about one meter long in the cloth bag.

Like a sword or other hard weapons, this is Shen Yunfeng's first feeling.

But soon, he knew what the antique brought by the young man was.

Because, just before Shen Yunfeng's first feeling of looking at the cloth bag in the young man's hand disappeared, a voice in his mind told him in detail that what the young man brought was the source, age and price of the thing. .

"Good afternoon," Shen Yunfeng asked the young man to sit by the counter with a smile on his face, "You look like you, are you going to sell old things?"

The young man who opened the door and walked in looked up and saw clearly that standing inside the counter was a master younger than himself, he was slightly stunned, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

When Shen Yunfeng asked him "Sell old items", he moved a few steps towards the counter, reluctantly smiled and did not answer the question instead: "Are you the treasurer of Hengxing Antique Store?"

"It's me!" Shen Yunfeng replied with a smile.

"Are there no other masters in the shop?" the young man asked again.

But he was already leaning against the counter.

"At present, I am the only appraiser," Shen Yunfeng said with a smile, "When the boss comes, I have to suggest that I want to hire another master, preferably a little older."

The young man heard the meaning of Shen Yunfeng's words, and laughed.

Without a hassle, he pulled the stool over and sat down.

"Brother, help me look at this thing," the young man stopped talking, put the things in his hand on the counter, and took out the cloth bag, "My ancestor was a barefoot doctor. The spear that came down, I wondered if you Hengxing are famous, so I brought it here and asked you to help me identify it."

Shen Yunfeng smiled politely, stretched out his hands and picked up the "spear" that the young man called from the counter, weighed it first, and then looked at it carefully.

After watching for a few minutes, I picked up the magnifying glass and looked carefully along the "spear" for the second time.

The main thing is to look at the silver decorations on it.

Seeing that Shen Yunfeng saw it in detail, the young man told about the origin of this "spear": "When I was more than ten years old, I heard my great-grandfather talk about it, saying that it was very, very early. , the ancestor of my ancestor who was a barefoot doctor once treated a soldier. It can be said that a dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor. I don’t know what methods the old man used. The dying person was saved."

"Saving the man is not the end, my ancestors left the soldier to eat, drink and recuperate at home. It is said that he lived there for more than a month. It was not until another army marched to the front line passed by that he was taken away. Send it to the barracks."

"Before leaving the house, the soldier was very grateful to my ancestors, so he left his weapons behind, saying that when the world was peaceful, he would let his descendants come to visit his benefactors, and leave the weapons as a token. .”

The young man talked about the origin of this "spear" passed down by his ancestors, and Shen Yunfeng has already identified it.

"How much money are you prepared to spend?" Shen Yunfeng asked the young man with a smile.

"I have found similar ones on the Internet, and they all say how much they cost," the young man chuckled. "I guess it is worth a small hundred thousand. After all, this is a treasure passed down from my ancestors."

"Small one hundred thousand?" Shen Yunfeng laughed, and put the "spear" back on the counter, "First of all, let me correct you, it is not the 'spear' you mentioned, it is actually one of the ancient cold weapons in our country The famous lance."

"槊?" The young man quickly wrote a word with his finger on the face of the counter. Although the words could not be read, Shen Yunfeng could tell from the shape of his handwriting that the man wrote the word "槊".

Shen Yunfeng nodded, smiled and said, "That's the word."

The young man looked at Shen Yunfeng with a puzzled expression, which clearly meant to tell Shen Yunfeng that I not only know this word but also can write it, but I am not so clear about its meaning.

(End of this chapter)