antique appraiser

It really makes sense for the SARFT to ban time-travel dramas.

At least, for a poor college student with no talent, no special skills, no space to carry, suddenly arriving in the future world is not something to be excited about.

Standing on this bustling street, Wen Liyan was stunned, not knowing why he was so calm, after seeing strange flying saucers flying through the sky, men, women and children in strange clothes, and hawkers floating in the air.

Everything that was grotesque but incomparably real was unfolding in front of him.

He was at a loss.

At the first moment, what he could think of was not why he suddenly crossed over, or where this place was, but—how he would live in this world.

Wen Liyan knew that he was a realist, and knew that his character was the most adaptable to various environments, but he never knew that he could think rationally about what to do after such absurd things happened. Live by yourself, and live well.

He looked at everything strange around him, standing in the middle of the road, at a loss.

Wen Liyan knew that he should know as much as possible about the place he was in now.Among the faint voices of people around him, he heard familiar Chinese, for which he breathed a sigh of relief.In a strange world, if the language is not fluent, it will cause more troubles. Now it seems that he is not too unlucky; later, he found that the people around him were completely different from his shirt and trousers. , but these people don't feel that they are dressed strangely, at most they glance away and look away; although everything around them is magical, it is still within Wen Liyan's acceptance, at least it all looks like technological development the result of.So, is this the future?

Suddenly someone ran past, and several people rushed in one direction, as if something happened.

Wen Liyan could see the doubtful or excited expressions on those people's faces. Although he didn't know why, he still followed in that direction - if something really happened, he must be able to collect more information , and now this is what he needs most.

As he walked forward, there were more and more people around him. In the end, Wen Liyan no longer needed to follow these people, because the crowd three floors ahead had already pointed out the target.

Wen Liyan didn't open his mouth to ask others what happened, he was afraid that his words would reveal flaws, even though these people also spoke Chinese, there was always a difference between their words and sentences.

He just listened carefully.

"...I heard it's a glass bottle of Wuliangye..."

"No way? That's a treasure with no more than a thousand surviving..."

"It can still be fake! The label on it is complete. Several gentlemen have read it and said that it is the word Wuliangye in the ancient Chinese characters! And the paste is good, no matter how you look at it, it is an ancient thing!"

ha?Wuliangye bottle?Label?ancient script?

Wen Liyan was a little confused.

The low voices of conversation in the crowd continued, and he could only hear some trivial words clearly, and his mind was confused.

What exactly is going on?

The crowd became more and more crowded, people pushed each other, Wen Liyan was pushed around involuntarily, and finally came to the center of the crowd.

Then he finally saw the culprit who caused the crowd.

A middle-aged man who was sitting in a sitting position like other hawkers, but his body was airless, and he was wearing clothes like sacks but his legs were exposed.Wen Liyan speculates that this may be some kind of high technology, such as magnetic levitation or air compression.There was a glass bottle in front of this middle-aged man, with the angular shape that Wen Liyan was used to, and then Wen Liyan's attention quickly shifted to the translucent blue sheet suspended in the air under the bottle.

High tech again?Wen Liyan was amazed that a piece of crystal-clear sheet of invisible material was just floating in the air.

Compared to Wen Liyan, everyone else's eyes were focused on the wine bottle placed on the sheet, their eyes were either greedy or obsessed, as if it was a priceless treasure.

"Boss, let's make a price for this bottle." Beside her, a young woman in a close-fitting dress with a part on the east and west on the skirt spoke.

"I won't say anything else. Everyone knows the market. Such a bottle is definitely an antique, and it is a well-known Wuliangye. At least this amount is worth it." The middle-aged man stretched out a hand, spread five fingers, and said to He gestured to everyone, with a somewhat proud and arrogant expression on his face.

Standing beside Wen Liyan, the young man with a strange sharp horn on his head took a deep breath: "500 million, this is enough to buy more than a dozen houses!"

"It's like this in the antique business. If you like to buy a house, go buy a house. Wuliangye wine bottles are not always available." He glanced at the young man with some disdain, and the middle-aged man glanced around and said more. A few words: "My bottle, if there is no Wuliangye label on it, is only worth 10 yuan. How difficult it is to come across an ancient wine bottle with a good label. Anyone who is often in the antique world knows that at this price It’s all low.”

The young man's face was flushed, and he looked a little embarrassed, but the people around him agreed with the middle-aged man's words, which made him very embarrassed, so he could only squeeze out of the crowd, pretending nothing happened.

As soon as the young man left, the people beside Wen Liyan changed. When he looked sideways, he saw a handsome man with long hair standing beside him—this man was also dressed in a shirt and trousers. It's similar to Wen Liyan, but it looks out of place with a group of strangely dressed people here.

"Boss Qu is here too?" The woman next to him who asked the middle-aged man to make an offer smiled and greeted politely: "Are you also interested in this wine bottle?"

"Well, it's so lively here, of course I want to come and have a look. Didn't Ms. Zuo leave her business behind and come here?" The man smiled softly and his tone was peaceful, but it was these words that made that Ms. Zuo's face pale froze.

But soon, Miss Zuo returned to her smiling expression, "Boss Qu, you don't specialize in the glassware business, so give me some face and let me keep this glass bottle?"

"Miss Zuo, you also know that I have several antique shops and auction houses under my name. I am short of these items. Why do you make things difficult for me?" See the meanness in this man's eyes.What's more, the woman kept calling Boss Qu "you" just now, but Boss Qu kept saying "you" all the time, which shows the difference in status.

For a glass bottle, two people jacked up?Wen Liyan shrank his neck, and finally became curious about the bottle, and his eyes moved to the ordinary wine bottle for him.

A very ordinary bottle with square edges and corners, with the label of Wuliangye on it, which was not worth much in his era, is worth more than a dozen houses?If he brought a bottle here before crossing, wouldn't he have to worry so much about his identity and life?And now, he didn't even know where he could live after nightfall.

Wuliangye...

Uh?

Wen Liyan was still sighing at first, but he was stunned for a moment. If he read correctly...that is?

"This is not the bottle of Wuliangye!" He said it almost subconsciously, and a man and a woman who were still on the point of needlepoint, and everyone around them just focused their attention on him.

The author has something to say: welcome to Mo Jing's new article, the first original danmei.Old readers, I’m glad to see you again; new readers, I hope we have more chances to meet. Adhering to Hei Li’er’s consistent relaxed style, never abuse the master, this article is the main subject, telling the story of modern people relying on the knowledge of modern life to identify antiques in the future Water story.

In addition, adhering to Hei Ci'er's usual chattering style, the author has something to say that chapters and chapters will not fail, and a lot of words will be filled in... Turn around and don't call me old pits, since I Mental pain during military training. My computer broke down. I spent 500 yuan on the hard drive. There was nothing left on the hard drive. There were no extras, new ideas, erotica, games, and illustrations drawn by others. I am completely desperate, the old texts can no longer arouse my desire to write, let's talk about it when I am resurrected.

In addition, Hei Li'er entered the chicken blood stage again, trying to open three holes, although he didn't do it in the end...but remember to stop me.This semester, Hei Li'er's daily class is until 45:[-] in the evening. If you write too much, you will die... QAQ Some supporting characters in this article are named after other authors, so don't be surprised when you see familiar names. Hei Lier is got authorized.