Chapter 972: What kind of fire are you burning?
After listening to Zhang Yiyan’s judgment, Chu Heng was speechless. He took a mouthful of beef and stuffed it into his mouth with a smile. While eating, he retorted: "No, I said Master Zhang, you just rely on weight. Is it too hasty to conclude that the thing is fake? What if a little more material was added when the sword was made? "
As for Zhang being able to feel the weight of the thing with his hands? This ability is not surprising to him at all.
At this time, many units are emphasizing accuracy, so there are not many people who have this ability. They have a lot of food to eat. For example, Aunt Sun, she had this ability many years ago, but later because she was busy eating melons and giving birth to babies, her skills were a little rusty.
“Have all the books you read gone into the dog’s belly?”
Zhang squinted at him with a look of disgust, crossed his legs, raised his finger to point to the empty wine glass on the table, and lifted up the shelf.
"Can't you just tell me how to turn around? You have to flatter me a few words, how much skill do I have." Chu Heng rolled his eyes, picked up the wine bottle and poured him a full glass, and then drew inferences. He handed me a cigarette and lit it.
Quite the way!
"Well, not bad." Zhang took a satisfied look and puffed on his cigarette. He drank another glass of wine and took a bite of meat before saying with a smile: "You kid, don't be dissatisfied or angry here. Say no. If you don’t know anything about it, then you are really not good at all!”
“Do you think this bronze is your pot lid? You can 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 even a slight difference, the craftsman will easily lose his head, let alone such a huge difference! "
"..."
Hearing this, Chu Heng rolled his eyes, picked up the wine glass and touched it to Zhang, drank it thoughtfully, and then drank it. He retorted again: "You said There is indeed some truth to it, but it is not very tenable. What if someone specially added materials when this sword was originally made? "
"Besides, you also said it before. , if this sword is really fake, then the person who made the forger must be a master. How could he ignore such an obvious mistake? "
"That's why I say 80%!"
Zhang glanced and slowly handed the bronze sword back to him, and the old god said calmly: "Do you remember that I told you that you must be careful when dealing with antiques, as long as there is the slightest problem with it, even if it is a genius? It’s so cheap, we won’t touch it!”
“Bang!”
Chu Heng pouted and continued to pour the wine: “After talking for a long time, it’s still the same! No real evidence?"
"Hey, I said you are sincerely looking for trouble today, right?" Zhang glared angrily, stopped drinking, put down his chopsticks and picked up the bronze he brought. He held the big plate in his hand and looked at it, then he said in surprise: "Huh? This plate..."
As he said that, he stood up quickly, ran to the lamp again, and looked at it carefully.
Chu Heng glanced at it, then drank his own wine with a smile, feeling extremely beautiful.
The reason given by Zhang Yiyi was too far-fetched. Even if he said a thousand words, he didn't see the real problem, so the batch of things in the grandson's hands have become treasures. !
Just like this for a while.
Zhang Yiyan suddenly walked over with a black face, threw the bronze plate at Chu Heng's feet with a bang, and asked angrily: "Did you, my little girl, already know that these two things are fake? ?”
“Ouch!”
Chu Heng was so frightened that his liver was trembling. He hurriedly picked up the plate, looked at it again and again, touched the broken spot with a distressed look on his face, and glared: "Is there something wrong with you? If it really breaks, I will I’m not done with you!”
“It’s just a fake, so what if it’s broken?” Zhang glanced at it and took a deep drink.
“Why is it fake again?” Chu Heng rolled his eyes.
"You guys are still pretending like this? You won't cry until you see the coffin, right?" Zhang squinted at him, pointed at the plate in his hand, and said angrily: "This plate, it is from the Western Zhou Dynasty Yes, it weighs one cent and three cents. That sword is from the Warring States period and is heavy. Five points, and judging from the casting techniques of these two objects, it is obvious that they were made by the same person. Don’t tell me this is a coincidence?”
“Maybe it is a coincidence, or this person has a long life. ?" Chu Heng joked with a smile.
"Go!"
Zhang 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 could it be, Dacheng?" Chu Heng shrugged without hiding anything from him. He picked up his chopsticks and told him briefly about his experience in Dacheng.
"Bao?" After hearing this, Zhang frowned, thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I have never heard anyone say that there is such a famous person in the industry."
"How fresh!" Chu Heng looked at him speechlessly and looked at the plate in his hand: "He is a faker. He is a fool to get a reputation. He doesn't want to be around anymore?"
"That's right." Zhang smiled and nodded, then glanced at him and asked, "Let me tell you, your kid is so precious about that plate, are you holding back something bad?"
"Nothing. , I treasure this, because it is good in craftsmanship and valuable for research, and has no other meaning.”
< br>Chu Heng shook his head with a smile and said: "Besides, this thing isn't worth much now, what harm can I do?"
"I don't see it." Zhang glanced and sneered, Obviously he didn't believe it, but since they didn't tell him, he didn't ask too much in-depth. As soon as the topic changed, he chatted with Chu Heng about the batch of calligraphy and paintings.
The two of them ate and chatted until half past two before Chu Heng left. Before leaving, he also took a porcelain vase from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty.
"Go back, don't send me off!"
In front of the door, Chu Heng, who was a little drunk, rushed out to see him off, waved his hand, swung his long legs and got on the bicycle, humming a ditty in a good mood and wandering around. leave.
In the darkness, from time to time, you can hear a few weird laughs of 'hehehehe' from Ya's mouth.
Just like a night owl in spring, I don’t know who I want to prey on!
……
The next day.
After Chu Heng sent his wife to the work unit as usual, he ate some melon with Aunt Sun and the others before going to the grain management office.
There were more workers bringing firewood today, and almost all of them had dark faces and full of resentment.
These people have been taking advantage of the company since they started working. They either order paper today or order ink tomorrow. Now it's them who help with the money. Who can feel better?
Kant is neither deaf nor blind, so he is naturally aware of the emotions of his employees.
At this time, he was standing in front of the window looking at the complaining employees gathered together downstairs, his face gloomy.
"Tu tu tu tu tu!"
At this moment, the leaf-like man drove over in the stylish Volga.
Kant stared at the tall figure getting out of the car, and his heart suddenly moved, thinking of the situation of this guy in the house.
This girl is always late and leaves early, and disappears from time to time. The two departments under her opponent are managed in a sheep-herding mode. Except for some decisive issues, everything else is basically ignored.
But why is no one making irresponsible remarks?
It’s not as good as the three fires when I first came here!
So, do I have to burn a big fire to stop these people's mouths?
Kant returned to his seat thoughtfully.
How to burn this fire well?
(End of this chapter)