Siheyuan: The night demon comes, don't sleep too dead at night

"Professor, this young man bought two fakes, and I pointed them out."

"He became angry from embarrassment and said that our Department of Archeology at Yenching University is not 20 years old."

"The students couldn't get angry, stop him and ask him to apologize to our archeology department."

The teaching assistant quickly explained.

"Little brother, is this the case?"

The old professor looked at Zhang Bingye and said kindly.

"I bought two antiques, just to be happy."

"This so-called teaching assistant in your school has been belittling me and trying to pry my female companion away."

"Is this the style of Yenching University?"

Zhang Bingye said nothing.

Give the other party a big hat directly.

"That's not the case. I'm worried that Comrade Qiuye will be led into the pit by you."

The teaching assistant hurriedly explained, feeling too flustered.

This can't be said, if it spreads out and ruins Yenching University's reputation, he will be finished.

"The teaching assistant said that the items he bought were all fake, and he insisted that the bowl be real, and he also scolded us for learning bullshit."

"If you say that our level is not good, we will scold our archeology department."

"Professor, can we bear this anger?"

Several young students said.

"Little brother, can you take out the bowl you bought, and let me palm your eyes for you."

"If it's a fake and proves that my student is right, you have to apologize to our department of archeology."

"If the bowl is indeed genuine, it proves that my student level is not good enough."

"We are humbly educated and apologize to you, what do you think?"

The old professor said gently.

"Bingye, let's go, don't break up with them."

Ran Qiuye pulled Zhang Bingye's clothes.

Worried that Zhang Bingye would make a fool of himself later.

I spent 20 yuan, and I was already aggrieved.

If you are in the Department of Archeology, you will suffer again.

That would be suffocating to death.

"I don't have time to waste time with you."

Zhang Bingye's expression was cold, as if he wanted to leave.

"I don't think you dare?"

"There are many reasons."

"I bet you, if your bowl is real, I'll give you 20 yuan."

"If that bowl is fake, you can give me 20 yuan."

"This is 20 yuan. If you leave, it proves that you have a guilty conscience."

The teaching assistant said aggressively.

The old professor frowned.

Although he also felt that the assistant's reaction was a bit excessive.

But when it comes to the reputation of the Department of Archeology at Yenching University, Zhang Bingye cannot be easily let go.

The melon-eating crowd watching the excitement from the sidelines became even more excited.

Betting 20 yuan is not a small sum.

"Let's go, just go, what's the matter."

Ran Qiuye shouted angrily.

"It's okay, if I leave like this, it will appear that I am afraid of trouble."

"Bet 20 yuan, you said it yourself."

Zhang Bingye said with a smile.

Someone wants to send money over, but if you don't take it, you won't take it.

"Take out your bowl and give it to our professor for appraisal."

"The money is here, come and get it if you have the ability."

The assistant raised his head and said.

"Professor of Yanjing Archeology Department, I can trust you."

Zhang Bingye took out the bowl from his bag and handed it to the professor.

The professor put his hands together and slowly opened the newspaper outside.

A small yellow bowl with a dusty surface and an unremarkable appearance appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this bowl, the old professor shrank his pupils.

He reached out to hold the bowl and stroked it gently.

Showing a look of indifference.

"Isn't this just an ordinary bowl for eating?"

"What's so good about this thing?"

"This kid is just a stunned young man. He really thought that this place is full of antiques, picking up money everywhere."

"Being cheated of 20 yuan, he has to pay another 20 yuan to go out. This kid probably won't dare to come to Panjiayuan in his life."

The guys were talking a lot.

I didn't even see the doorway of this small bowl.

"Professor, this bowl is fake, I'm right."

The teaching assistant asked impatiently.

The old professor didn't speak.

Look embarrassed.

Of course he knew whether the bowl was real or not.

If the truth is told, the reputation of the Department of Archeology of Yenching University will be damaged.

"Old professor, if it's hard to speak up, just bow to me, and let's forget about it."

Zhang Bingye said lightly.

His impression of the old professor was not bad, at least he was impartial.

In a battle of spirits, Zhang Bingye didn't want to force the old man into something.

"Fart, you dare to ask the professor to bow to you, do you know what the qualifications of a professor are?"

"Even the big leaders of Forty-Nine City dare not say this to our professor."

The teaching assistant jumped out and reprimanded loudly.

"shut up!"

"This bowl is indeed real."

The old professor sneered and interrupted the teaching assistant.

Seriously.

As soon as the words fell, the teaching assistant froze.

The crowd on the side was even more uproarious.

"Huh? Is this bowl really used by the former imperial concubine?"

"No, can the imperial concubine use this?"

"Isn't the imperial concubine allowed to use a jade bowl or a gold bowl?"

"Yes, yes, the emperor still uses a golden hoe, right?"

The onlookers commented in shock.

We're all going to quarrel.

The boss stood at the door, as if he had been struck by lightning.

The bowl from his store is actually real? !

At this moment, the boss wanted to give himself a few big mouths.

Ran Qiuye was also shocked, his mouth opened wide.

"Professor, you can't read it wrong, right?"

The assistant's face twitched uncontrollably.

A Xiaobai bought two things casually, one of which was a yellow-glazed dragon bowl used by the former imperial concubine.

The world is so crazy.

More importantly, he made a bet with Zhang Bingye just now.

That's 20 yuan!

"Are you questioning my level?"

the professor asked coldly.

"No no no."

The assistant waved his hands again and again.

"Warm and moist in the hand, the white glaze is pure and delicate, as fine and white as glutinous rice flour, and the yellow glaze is delicate and dripping, with a tight and shiny feeling."

"This is indeed a yellow-glazed dragon bowl used in the harem."

"Little brother, you are really a blessed person."

The old professor commented.

Carefully, re-wrap the bowl in newspaper.

Passed both hands to Zhang Bingye.

"The old professor is an honest man, I take back what I just said."

"In the Department of Archeology of Yenching University, there are honest people like the old professor, and there are some real talents and practical learning."

Zhang Bingye took the bowl and said.

"You all saw what happened today."

"Usually you brag in school, but now you know what is beyond others, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

"Apologize to the little brother with me."

The old professor finished speaking to the students.

Putting his hands together, he bowed to Zhang Bingye.

A group of students followed, bowing and apologizing.

The teaching assistant felt aggrieved, but did not dare to disobey the old professor's words.

He could only grit his teeth and bow to Zhang Bingye.