I went on to say, "It's fate to be punched in the eye and buy a fake. I admit
it.". But you can't fool people with a fake. After listening to my words,
Professor Zheng held my hand excitedly, nodded repeatedly and said, "Good boy,
you have strength of character!"! Do you know that since the founding of the
Five Veins, it has been carrying the palm of the tripod for the whole circle and
has never been ambiguous. To this day, the brand of the Chinese Society for
Ancient Studies is still very popular. By what? It depends on your iron rule of
never being false. I can probably guess that these authoritative appraisal
bodies all have such a principle: never fake. Just imagine, an appraisal body
relies on the credibility of impartiality and neutrality. If it also fakes
itself, is it not tantamount to being a referee for itself? Furthermore, people
who identify antiques must be familiar with the methods of counterfeiting, and
if they have the intention of counterfeiting, the harm will be endless.
Therefore, a good treasure connoisseur would never dare to touch a "fake"
word-as long as there is such a crime, the brand can be completely smashed. I
don't know if it's true or false to make a wish, but Mr. Zheng, you said that
the five veins are never false, but it's a bit wishful thinking. Otherwise, the
medicine suddenly put in a word with a deep meaning. Professor Zheng frowned,
wondering why he suddenly said that. Medicine or ask me: "Where did you buy this
Buddha head?" I replied, "There is a fourth shop over there,
spill
plastic pallet, called Ruifeng." Medicine is otherwise with finger wipe
nose, the face shows disdain: "Hey, the civet cat cannot be born in mouse nest,
it is them as expected." I was a little confused, and when I looked at Professor
Zheng again, I found that he was also frowning and serious. I ask after all how
to return a responsibility, the medicine is otherwise: "Hey, you see that
name,
plastic
wheelie bins, still do not remember?" Rui Yifeng.. Rui Yifeng.. Rui Tifeng.
It is light yellow. Could it be said that this shop is the industry of the five
veins and belongs to the Yellow Gate? But isn't the Yellow Gate in charge of
bronze funerary objects? Why are you selling the Buddha's head? That should be
the professional scope of my Xu family. Oh, that's the old almanac. Since it was
reorganized into the Chinese Society for Ancient Studies, the family system has
been broken, and the professional division of these five veins is not so fine,
and there is integration between them. Professor Zheng hesitated for a moment
and then went on to say, "After the reorganization, there were some external
branches of the five veins, so he broke the rule of" only learning but not
selling "and secretly did a business outside, relying on the way he learned to
make some money." "Teacher Zheng," said the medicine, "what you said is too
euphemistic. What makes money? It's cheating money. This heart, as soon as it
touches the word "benefit", it changes its taste. Some people dare to ignore the
rules they have learned for the sake of small profits. "This Ruifeng is the
property of Huangmen. I've heard a lot about their misdeeds. I didn't expect
that they would cheat us today." Hey, before you know it, me and the medicine
are "us." Go,
mobile
garbage bin ,
collapsible
bulk container, go, go find them. "I don't believe that the old men who
learned how to do this brazenly will ignore it." Otherwise, Yao waved his arm
angrily. I was secretly a little frightened. Did not expect a gambling fight,
unexpectedly implicated Xuan, Huang Ermen. Look at that Buddha's head. The
method of forgery is very clever. It is definitely made by an expert. Only the
professional society of the Five Veins, which has accumulated hundreds of years
of experience in treasure appreciation, can make such a high imitation means.
Professor Zheng grabbed Yao's arm and said, "Don't be impulsive. Now the head of
the Buddha has been broken. I don't know whether people recognize it or not.".
Besides, it's against the rules for you to go straight to the door. We also need
to ask the directors of the society to arbitrate. "The day Lily will be cold by
the time those old men come up with the result of arbitration!" Otherwise, the
medicine shouted, "What are you afraid of when the Buddha's head is broken?"?
Mao stone is Mao stone, sandstone is sandstone, put those debris into a pile to
take back, they can not admit? "Forget it." I say. Antique is not to go to the
department store to buy leather shoes. If you are not satisfied, you can return
them. People in this circle all know the truth that "when the money is paid,
there is no regret". As long as you pay the money and leave the store, this
thing is yours, whether it is real or fake, good or bad, you can't go back on
your words-if you unfortunately buy a fake, I'm sorry, it's your clumsy eyes,
and it has nothing to do with the shopkeeper. If you buy a fake by mistake, you
have to come to ask for it back. This is what a mallet will do. Furthermore, my
intuition tells me that this seems to involve historical grievances within the
society, and it is better for me to intervene less. Medicine sees otherwise I am
not very active, not by big anxious, grab my collar: "Are you out of your
mind?"? It's thousands of yuan. You also boast that you are an expert, which
makes people fool you. How humiliating it is to spread it. "I'll just open a
small shop. I don't have any popularity. I'll lose face." I think it's better to
do less than more. Medicine does not fly into a rage, swing an arm: "Brother
lost to you today, if you were punched by them, that is not equal to indirectly
say I can not do it?"? OK! You're not going! I'll go by myself! I don't believe
in this evil! Then he threw me away, turned around, and walked angrily towards
Rui Feng. Professor Zheng and I looked at each other and were stunned for a
while. Professor Zheng said, "Xiao Xu, I have to go and have a look.". Xiao
Yao's temper is a little straight, and I'm afraid he will make some trouble.
These shops are intertwined, and there are hidden forces behind them. If one is
not good, he may suffer losses. Then Professor Zheng hurried with him. I thought
to myself that although there was something wrong with his character, he was a
rare straightforward person. Now he ran over to find someone from Ruifeng to
argue. In the final analysis, he was also standing up for me. If I am
indifferent, it is a little unreasonable. Thinking of this, I lowered my head
and picked up the dozens of pieces of the Buddha's head, threw them into a
plastic bag, and then ran away with the bag. As soon as I got to the door, I
heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside. I thought to myself that this
medicine was really enough. He had been quarreling so fiercely for less than two
minutes before and after he entered the shop. I pushed the door and went in, but
the scene in front of me made me feel incredible. It turned out that it was not
a quarrel, but a unilateral reprimand. Otherwise,
plastic pallet supplier, the
medicine crossed its waist and spoke loudly, spitting everywhere. The boss who
sold my Buddha's head kept bowing and scraping, like a pupil who had not
finished his homework. Professor Zheng stood aside with a helpless face.
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