It’s a Bit Early To Cross

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After hearing the basis of Zhang Yiyi's judgment, Chu Heng was speechless for a moment. He stuffed a mouthful of beef into his mouth with a smile, and retorted while eating: "No, I said Master Zhang, you just judge things are fake based on their weight. , isn’t it a bit too sloppy? What if a little more material was added to the sword when it was cast?”

As for Zhang Yiyi's ability to feel the weight of things with just his hands, he is not surprised at all.

At this time, many units are emphasizing one-size-fits-all, so there are not too many people with this ability. They have a lot of food. For example, Aunt Sun, her old man has this ability many years ago, but later because she was busy eating melons and giving birth, her skills were a little rusty.

"Did all the books your kid read go into the dog's stomach?"

Zhang Yi glanced at him sideways with disgust, Erlang put his legs together, raised his finger to the empty wine glass on the table, and raised the shelf.

"How can you turn around and you can't just say it? You have to run on me a few words, I'm so good at it." Chu Heng rolled his eyes, picked up the wine bottle and poured him a full glass, and then handed him one by analogy. The cigarette was lit.

Pretty **** good!

"Well, not bad." Zhang took a puff of smoke with satisfaction, drank another glass of wine, ate a mouthful of meat, and then said with a smile: "You kid, don't be dissatisfied here. If you say that you are ignorant, that's true." I didn't say anything about you!"

"Do you think this bronze vessel is the lid of your pot? Do whatever you want?"

"This thing has a very strict process, from the proportion of materials, to the size, to the weight, and even the decoration, if there is a slight difference, the craftsman will easily lose his head, let alone such a big difference! "

"..."

Hearing this, Chu Heng rolled his eyes, picked up the wine glass and gave Zhang a glance, drank it thoughtfully, and then retorted again: "What you said is indeed reasonable, but it's not very possible. Stand still, what if, what if the sword was made with special ingredients?"

"Besides, you also said before that if this sword is really a fake, then the person who forged it must be a master. How could he ignore such an obvious mistake?"

"That's why I said 80%!"

Zhang returned the bronze sword to him slowly with a glance, and the old **** said: "Do you remember that I told you that you must be careful when dealing with antiques, but if there is any problem with it, even if it is a heaven It's so cheap, let's not touch it!"

"whispering sound!"

Chu Heng curled his lips, and continued to pour the wine while muttering: "After talking for a long time, there is still no real evidence?"

"Hey, I said you are sincerely looking for faults today, aren't you?" Zhang Yi stared angrily, stopped drinking, put down the quick boy, picked up the big bronze plate he brought, held it in his hand and looked at it , and then said in surprise: "Huh? This plate..."

With that said, he got up quickly, ran to the lamp again, and looked at it carefully.

Chu Heng glanced at it, then went to drink his own wine with a smile, feeling extremely beautiful.

The reason given by Zhang Yiyi was too far-fetched. He didn't see the real problem when he said ten thousand and ten thousand today, so the batch of things in this grandson's hand became treasures!

It was like this for a while.

Zhang Yi suddenly walked over with a dark face, and threw the bronze plate at Chu Heng's feet with a 'bang', and asked angrily, "Did you know that these two things are fake?"

"Hey baby!"

Chu Heng was so frightened that his liver was trembling, he hurriedly picked up the plate, looked at it repeatedly, touched a place that had just been damaged with distress, and stared: "Is there something wrong with you? If I break it, I will It's not over with you!"

"It's just a fake, so what if it's broken?" Zhang glanced and snorted, then took a sip from his wine glass.

"Why is it fake again?" Chu Heng rolled his eyelids.

"You're still pretending here, kid? Don't you cry when you see the coffin?" Zhang squinted at him, pointed at the plate in his hand, and said angrily, "This plate is from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and it weighs a penny more. Three points, that sword, it is from the Warring States period, it is five points heavier, and, judging from the casting techniques of these two objects, it is obvious that it was made by one person, don't tell me this is a coincidence?"

"Maybe it's a coincidence, or does this person have a long life?" Chu Heng said nonsense with a smile.

"roll roll roll!"

Zhang had already got the answer from his appearance at a glance, so he asked curiously: "Okay, tell me quickly, where did you get these two things?"

"Where else can it be, Dacheng." Chu Heng shrugged, and didn't hide it from him. He picked up the fast food and ate and drank, while briefly telling him about his experience in Dacheng.

"Surname Bao?" Zhang frowned after hearing this for a while, then shook his head and said, "I really haven't heard that there is such a famous person in the industry."

"How fresh!" Chu Heng looked at him speechlessly, then glanced at the plate in his hand: "He is a fake, he only went to gain fame if he was a fool, he doesn't want to mess around anymore?"

"That's right." Zhang Yi smiled and nodded, then glanced at him and asked, "I said, you are such a precious plate, are you holding back something bad?"

"It's nothing, I treasure this, it's because of its good craftsmanship and research value, it has no other meaning."

Chu Heng shook his head with a smile, and said, "Besides, this thing is not worth much now, so what can I hold back?"

"I don't think so." Zhang Yi sneered, obviously not believing it, but since people didn't say anything, he didn't ask too much, and chatted with Chu Heng about the batch of calligraphy and paintings as soon as the topic changed.

The two ate and chatted like this until it was half past two before Chu Heng left. Before leaving, he even took a porcelain vase from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty.

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"Go back, don't send it off!"

In front of the door, a slightly tipsy Chu Heng rushed out to see off Zhang Yan and waved his hands. He swung his long legs and stepped onto the bicycle, humming a little tune and walking away in a good mood.

In the dark, from time to time, I could still hear a few strange laughs of "hehehe" from the girl's mouth.

It's like a springy night owl, who doesn't know who it wants to be!

…

the next day.

Chu Heng sent his daughter-in-law to work as usual, and then went to the food management office after eating with Aunt Sun and the others.

Today, more workers brought firewood, and almost all of them had dark faces and were full of resentment.

These people have been taking advantage of the unit since they joined the work, either ordering paper today, or ink tomorrow, and now they put money in, who can feel better?

And Kant is neither deaf nor blind, so he is naturally clear about the emotions of the employees.

At this time, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com He was standing in front of the window looking at the employees gathered downstairs who were complaining, his face was gloomy.

"Thuk Tuk!"

At this moment, the man who looked like a leaf drove over in that cool Volga.

Kant stared at the tall and straight figure getting out of the car, his heart suddenly moved, and he thought of the situation of this guy in the institute.

This guy arrives late and leaves early, and disappears from time to time. The two departments under the opponent are managed in a sheep-herding mode. Except for some decisive questions, they basically don't ask.

But why no one makes irresponsible remarks?

It's not as good as three fires when we first came here!

So, do I have to burn a big fire to silence these people?

Kant returned to his seat thoughtfully.

How should this fire be burnt?