"Old man, didn't you just help him identify antiques? He gave you more than 10,000 yuan..."

Although he heard Mr. Sun's explanation, the fat man still said that he could not understand. In his opinion, a few words could be cheaper and so much money. Where can I find such a good thing in the world?

"Young man, you must be principled..."

Sun Lianda smiled and shook his head. In recent years, the antique market has gradually become popular, and the identification certificates of those experts have become popular. Many so-called "expert" certificates are flooding the antique market, which makes Sun Lianda very disliked, and there are all reasons for leaving the capital.

What's more, Sun Lianda is not short of money. His eldest son is a well-known oil painter at home and abroad. His works are sold in foreign galleries. Each one is about one million US dollars. The money given by his son alone is enough for Sun Lianda to collect some items he likes from time to time.

"Hehe, old man, how about I do the antique industry?"

The fat man squinted his small eyes and diligently filled Sun Lianda's empty cup with water, and said, "I have no other strengths, I just love to study. Can you teach me the ability to identify antiques with one or two hands?"

After seeing that the broken fan without a skeleton could be sold for 50,000 or 60,000 yuan, the fat man was really interested. Instead of pulling Fang Yi around to find a job, it would be better to gang up in the antiques business. Anyway, he still had the 20,000 yuan paid by Manjun, which should be enough for the two of them to struggle for a while.

As for Sanpao, Fatty did not count him, because Sanpao's household registration was already from Jinling City, and he has been waiting for work assignments during this period. With Sanpao's family relationship, this job should not be very bad.

"Love study? Fatty, I think you love bragging, right?"

After hearing what the fat man said to Mr. Sun, Fang Yi and Sanpao couldn't help laughing, especially Sanpao, who mercilessly exposed the fat man's true face. Speaking of which, when this kid went up the mountain, every time the old Taoist priest talked to Fang Yi to recite ancient Chinese, the fat man would sleep in a dark place.

"Sanpao, what are you talking about? I didn't find something I was interested in before. Now I have decided to do antiques in the future..."

Anyway, the fat man’s face is not very white, so I don’t know whether he will turn red. He said enthusiastically: “With Mr. Sun as his teacher, I will definitely be able to do a fat man in the future, because I feel that I am born to be a person who eats this bowl of rice…”

"Hey, young man, you can eat whatever you want, you can't talk nonsense. I can't be your teacher..."

After hearing that the fat man had called him a teacher, Mr. Sun, who was originally smiling, almost fell off the hospital bed. What a joke, he did not accept another disciple except to teach his two sons some knowledge of antique identification.

This is not to say that Sun Lianda has his own shortcomings and is reluctant to pass on his skills to others. It is true that Bole is always there, and there is not often a thousand-mile horse. So far, he has not met anyone who can make him willingly accept it as a disciple.

You should know that cultural relics identification is a work that uses traditional methods or modern scientific and technological analysis to analyze and identify the authenticity, age, texture, purpose and value of cultural relics. This requires the appraiser to have knowledge in various disciplines such as history, geology, typology, etc.

Such an all-rounder also requires rich practice. Just like someone like Sun Lianda who has touched the authentic cultural relics for his whole life, sometimes he can tell the truth from the feeling as soon as he starts, but this kind of experience cannot be taught in class.

Since ancient times, cultural relics identification has also been called "eye learning", which relies on eyesight and the conscience of the industry, because in the face of huge benefits, moral constraints often appear pale and powerless, especially after the collection has become popular in recent years, the identification often becomes "uncertain" due to many factors such as money, favors, and face.

Sun Lianda has met several people with vision, but his character is much worse. Sun Lianda once guided a young man in a museum, but when he was still half-satisfied, he actually dared to issue an appraisal certificate to others. This disappointed Sun Lianda and also cut off his mind to accept disciples.

As for the fat man in front of him, Sun Lianda would not teach his knowledge of cultural relics identification, because he could tell at a glance that as long as there was profit, the fat man could definitely sell his father's chamber pot, and the bottom line was not ordinary.

"Old man, think about it, I can endure hardship..." The fat man's skin was really thick, and he stuck on it like a gummy, and he wanted to knock on Old Sun's legs and back.

"Don't, stay away from me, your leg is broken..." Old Sun put his hand on the call button. If the fat man really came up, he could only call the doctor to drive him away.

"Old man, it's a fate that we can meet in the same ward..." The fat man stopped in disappointment and asked with a sad face: "Old man, do you think I really can't do this job?"

"By your face, you can do it, but you can't do it without taking medicine..."

Sun Lianda smiled bitterly when he heard this. He couldn't stand the fat man's slutty temperament. He was really suitable for business, but it requires a certain amount of eyesight to engage in antique business. When the fat man started, he must have to pay some tuition fees.

"Hehe, I started as a child, and I couldn't pay much..." Old Sun's words made the fat man feel hot again, and he squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Growing up together since childhood, Fang Yi knew that whenever the fat man had this expression, he must be holding back something. He also saw that Sun Lianda was unwilling to accept his disciples, and immediately said, "Okay, fat man, can you buy me some food first?"

"Not to say, I'm hungry too..." After hearing Fang Yi's words, the fat man stood up, looked at Old Sun with a flattering look on his face, and said, "Old man, what do you want to eat? I'll buy it together..."

"No need, someone will deliver food to me..." Old Sun waved his hands repeatedly. He was really afraid that after this little fat man bought something for him, he would immediately be able to hit the snake with the stick and make some requests that he could not do.

"Old Sun, I'm sorry..."

After Fatty and Sanpao left, Fang Yi said apologetically: "My friend is Wei Jinhua. He is actually very good and kind-hearted. He is just afraid of being poor. When he hears that antique business can make money, he wants to learn some knowledge from you..."

"It's okay, I'm not angry with him. His personality is suitable for business..." Old Sun waved his hand and said curiously: "Xiao Fang, can you show me the beads in your hand?"

In fact, Sun Lianda had already noticed the two beads on Fang Yi's hand in his eyes, but there were too many people just now, so he didn't have the nerve to ask Fang Yi for it. After only the two of them were left in the ward, Sun Lianda finally opened his mouth.

"No problem, this is what my master left to me..." After a little Zhoutian's adjustment just now, Fang Yi's condition improved a lot. At least he had some strength in his hands and handed the two strings of Taoist flowing beads to Mr. Sun.

"Hmm? This is not a Buddhist bead..." Sun Lianda was stunned for a moment as soon as he started, because the string of rosary that was only 8*6mm should be less than 108. Sun Lianda rubbed and twisted it with his hands and found that there were only 81 rosary beads.

"This is not a Buddhist bead..." After hearing Sun Lianda's words, Fang Yi smiled and said, "This is called Liuzhu, which is a rosary used in Taoism's practice..."

"Well, that's right, ninety-nine eighty-one, representing Laojun's eighty-one transformation, and also representing the pure yang energy of ninety-nine. It is indeed a Taoist thing..." Sun Lianda looked at Fang Yi in surprise and said, "Xiao Fang, do you know this thing is called Liuzhu? It seems that you have a deep understanding of Taoism..."

Sun Lianda was very knowledgeable and had some research on the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism. He knew that although Taoism was a local religion, due to the different teachings, Buddhism had undoubtedly had a deeper impact on the people over the past thousand years. Not to mention that Fang Yi was just a young man under twenty years old, even many old people in antiques business, they might not know that Taoist rosary is called Liuzhu.

"Haha, my master is a Taoist priest..." Fang Yi smiled, but did not say much about himself. Although he grew up on the mountain, he has been very steady since he was a child and still understands the principle of only saying three parts to everyone.

"No wonder..." Sun Lianda nodded relievedly when he heard this, and asked with a smile: "Do you know what material this bead is made of?"

"The eighty-one ones are old red sandalwood, something from the mid-Qing Dynasty..."

Fang Yi has been playing with these two things for several years, so he naturally knows their origins. He said now: "The string of twelve pieces was passed down from the early days and was made of old agarwood. I can refresh my mind when I wear it..."

"Hmm? Is this old agarwood?"

Sun Lianda's attention was just now on the string of old rosewood beads. When he heard another string of agarwood beads, he was stunned for a moment, his face became solemn, and he held the magnifying glass at the head of the bed in his hand.

"That's right, it's really an old agarwood, and it's a top-notch black agarwood!" After careful observation for a while, Sun Lianda put down the magnifying glass in his hand, and a look of amazement appeared on his face. It was obvious that this string of agarwood was very unexpected.

If you take it in your hand and look closely, the simplicity and elegance of the beads is immediately visible, and the patina is thick, with shiny and oily colors, and the fragrance will never fade. A thick and delicate oil of agarwood is hidden on the surface, but when you touch it with your hands, it is not greasy or dirty. It is a top bracelet with a taste of taste.

Moreover, Sun Lianda put it in his palm and rubbed it, and found that the bead would produce a wave of intermittent fragrance that was faintly visible. This fragrance penetrated straight into his nostrils and secreted the heart and spleen. It was so wonderful that Sun Lianda was reluctant to let go.

"This is the best agarwood that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it is so precious..."

Sun Lianda said in a row that he knew very well that hand-made bracelets of agarwood from the early early days were extremely rare and even more precious.

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