Treasure identifying Golden Finger

0The two who were scolded and the one who was scolded were both shocked by Faang Cheng's sudden turn of events, especially the drunkard who was scolding, his temper got even worse after hearing Faang Cheng's words. He raised his hand and fiercely pushed Faang Cheng's shoulder and scolded him.    0

    

"Who the f * * k are you? Why? This cripple is your friend? Then can you manage your disabled friend properly, don't let him come out and stop us! "    

    

"Hey, don't do it. If you have something to say, let's talk!"    

    

Seeing that the drunkard was actually attacking Faang Cheng, Wan Anming immediately shouted.    

    

"Who the fuck are you? Hey, I was wondering why there were so many people around right now. are all of you here to mind my business? "    

    

"I'm a police officer. I'm warning you, don't attack again. Otherwise, I have the right to arrest you!"    

    

Wan Anming warned once again.    

    

"Police? Hahaha … My dad is the bureau chief, why would I be afraid of a police officer like you? "Do you believe that laozi will take off your uniform within minutes!?"    

    

No wonder he was so arrogant. Faang Cheng pulled Wan Anming to one side, indicating that he did not need to waste time arguing with this person. He stood up and looked at the drunkard.    

    

"I don't care if your father is the Public Security Bureau Chief or the Public Security Department Minister. You have to compensate for breaking someone's things. This is something even a child of a few years of age understood. It can't be that you don't understand this, right? "    

    

Faang Cheng pointed at the surrounding spectators, and the crowd immediately let out sounds of agreement!    

    

Faang Cheng was also puzzled in his heart. Today, he had fought with the police for a long time, and was just made ignorant by a dignified minister. Now, the son of a bureau chief had appeared!    

    

"You …"    

    

"Ai, don't say anything for now. Let me tell you how much this thing is worth and what it is like before you come here and fight with me. I want to see if you can still be so unreasonable when the time comes!"    

    

Faang Cheng turned and glanced at the young man in the wheelchair after he finished speaking. Just now, he did not take a careful look at this young man, but this young man looked to be in his 27-28 years of age. Although he looked young, there was a sense of vicissitudes between his brows.    

    

Faang Cheng thought that his sudden appearance caused the young man to be so surprised, so he patted the young man's shoulders to calm him down, signalling for him to be patient. Then, he picked up the boy's head that was made of white porcelain and spoke to the drunkard.    

    

"Sitting in the temple of Xilin, I never go down the mountain.    

    

It was not because he was looking for an elder that he came to the mortal world unscathed.    

    

Nightfall worries are guests, the cold flowers have not yet returned.    

    

"The nostalgic mountain and the moon, the boy reciting scriptures leisurely."    

    

Faang Cheng recited a poem first.    

    

"The last line of this poem is the main point of my next words! Sir, what you have broken is a recitation pot called the White Glaze Kid of the Stable Kiln! If I didn't guess wrongly, this should be a Chinese porcelain work from the Liao Dynasty. It has been around a thousand years! Before I saw this child's recitation pot, the other child's recitation pot in the white glaze kiln I knew was stored in the Capital Museum! And this is the second thing I know, but it's a pity … It's been broken! "    

    

Faang Cheng rubbed the child's head that was in his hands, feeling pity.    

    

"Those who knew the pottery knew that the pottery kiln, along with the other kilns, official kilns, brother kilns and Jun kilns, became one of the five famous kilns of the Song Dynasty. That was an unshakable position in the history of porcelain! The fixed kiln was mainly made of white porcelain, and because of the white and fine material and the light and thin wall, it was once chosen as a palace porcelain during the Northern Song Dynasty. That is to say, the White Glaze boy reciting scripture pot that you destroyed is most likely something used by a certain Northern Song Imperial Family, and even by the Emperor! "    

    

As Faang Cheng said this, he squatted down and tried his best to assemble the broken pieces on the ground together to let it roughly take the shape it once was.    

    

"The entire body of this child's scripture reciting pot is in a solemn state. The child wears a lotus crown, is dressed in a lotus robe, and is currently reading a scripture in his hand. His expression is one of satisfaction!" The little boy recited the scripture pot with the turn of the scripture as the flow, the center of the scripture as the spout, the hollow part of the child's body as the belly, and the top of the head as the hole filled with water. The overall design was very ingenious, it was one of the best porcelain figures in the fixed kiln! Unfortunately … It no longer exists! The precious item that has been around for thousands of years has been broken by you just like that.    

    

Faang Cheng's last sentence was spoken extremely viciously, causing the drunkard to be stunned.    

    

"Who …" Who is guilty? It's him, why would a cripple like him bring it out? Ah? Whoever touches him will have bad luck. Isn't it equivalent to him coming out to touch porcelain? "    

    

The drunkard was stunned by Faang Cheng's words, and started to feel guilty.    

    

"God damn unlucky, tell me, how much is this damn thing worth? I have plenty of money, so why don't I just lose some broken porcelain? I can afford it! "    

    

Saying that, the alcoholic took out a cheque book and pen from his suit, waiting for Faang Cheng to give him a price.    

    

"My understanding is that the White Glazed Children of Liao Dynasty have never traded their scriptures in a folk trading ground. However, they were unearthed in Liao Dynasty, were fixed in white porcelain, and had distinctive Buddhist characteristics. Furthermore, if examined closely, they might be objects used by an emperor of Liao Dynasty. Their multiple values overlap each other …" I am not sure about the approximate price of this pot, but it should be between 60 million and 80 million! "    

    

Once Faang Cheng said these words, the surrounding people immediately let out a wave of sighs. Everyone turned to look at the young man in the wheelchair. The young man nodded slightly and then said softly,    

    

"Sir, your eyesight is truly amazing. I started from a friend here, and the starting price is 72 million!" "If it's on the market, it would probably be around 90 million!"    

    

A faint voice came out, but it was like a giant drum pounding on the drunkard's heart. He looked at the pile of white porcelain pieces that he had smashed into the ground in disbelief, and the hand holding the cheque book was trembling slightly.    

    

"What crappy thing wants seventy million from me? You must be joking! I think all of you must be tired of living! "And you, I know what you're doing, you're the one that touched porcelain, and you even walked over to say a bunch of professional terms. I'm telling you, I don't understand, in my eyes, it's just a pile of junk, giving you 100 yuan would be too much for me!"    

    

People who were in the wrong would often brazenly shout at the top of their lungs. This was undoubtedly reflected in his body.    

    

"Sir, I think you are mistaken. What you need to compensate them is not seventy million, but ninety million!" Didn't you hear what was said? "Friend's friendship price is seven million and two million, but the market price is ninety million. If he were to switch hands and sell something that's ninety million, you would probably smash it. Do you want to compensate him with ninety million?"    

    

Faang Cheng's words made the young men who sat on the wheelchair smile slightly. They couldn't help but look at Faang Cheng with a hint of friendliness.    

    

"You … "Fine, I touched the porcelain on my head, just you wait!"    

    

The drunk took out his phone and dialed a number.    

    

"Hey, dad, hurry over here, I was eating in the territory under your jurisdiction, and he actually made a lie about it, he dares to take it, a broken piece of porcelain actually wants 90 million from me, I think he doesn't want to live anymore, the person who came over take it away, I want to sue him for fraud, I want to sue him for death …"    

    

"He's looking for his father!"    

    

Wan Anming poked him from behind.    

    

I also have a few close friends in the Beijing Public Security Bureau. If things get worse, then there's also Xiaoxiao's father, who has a position in the Public Security Office!    

    

"No need!"    

    

Faang Cheng shook his head, using his chin to nod towards the young man in the wheelchair.    

    

"A youngster with seventy million yuan broken can still maintain such a calm? Do you think he is an ordinary person without any background? I don't believe it. Let's just wait and see! "    

    

"Oh …"    

    

Wan Anming understood, and silently retreated to the side without saying a word!    

    

"It doesn't matter who you're looking for, you still have to pay for it. This is perfectly justified. Even if you say you're going to pay for it, you'll still have to pay for it!"    

    

Faang Cheng was tired after squatting for a long time, he just sat on the ground, silently guarding the pile of white porcelain, thinking that this precious treasure was completely destroyed!    

    

This drunkard's father really doted on this son of his. In just ten minutes, he walked into the hotel with big strides and a dignified demeanor. He walked towards them proudly with a few police officers in uniform behind him.    

    

"Son, I'm here. I want to blackmail your people …" "Where is it?"    

    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]