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    Meng Zitao smiled slightly: "Mr. Hu, if you have to pay 100,000 yuan to sell this meat stone, then I can only say sorry."

    "Then forget it." Hu Qingyou waved his hand, as if he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "Mr. Hu, I actually came here this time because I want to talk to you about something. I wonder if I can find a quieter place?"

    Hu Qingyou was stunned for a moment and frowned: "What do you want from me? If it's about him, I'm sorry. I've said everything I need to say, so don't ask me again."

    Lu Yiqing said: "Hu Dekai is your father. Don't you want to know why he died?"

    Hu Qingyou said with a gloomy face: "When I thought of him as my father, did he ever think about me? In order to make money, he would even do things like dig up people's ancestral graves. Until now, I still can't hold my head high in the village."  ! That means I have no choice, otherwise, I would have disowned him a long time ago! Okay, just go and do what you are supposed to do, and don¡¯t bother us, otherwise I won¡¯t be so easy to talk to next time.¡±

    Since Hu Qingyou had this attitude, Meng Zitao knew that nothing could be gained by asking, so he politely said goodbye and left the room.

    When Meng Zitao and the others walked out of the house and were about to get in the car, a villager with a somewhat sinister look came up to him and said, "Boss, do you want any antiques?"

    "Do you have antiques?" Meng Zitao asked.

    The villagers laughed and said, "It's been handed down from our ancestors. If you are interested, follow me to your home to have a look."

    Meng Zitao nodded: "Where is your home?"

    "It's not far, just a few dozen meters ahead."

    "Get in the car, you can show me the way."

    The car stopped after traveling 70 to 80 meters. Everyone got out of the car and walked into a house under the leadership of the villagers.

    The villager¡¯s name was Hu Dajiang. After entering the house, he asked his wife to serve tea to the two of them while he went to get the things.

    After waiting for a moment, Hu Dajiang came out with something and carefully placed it in front of Meng Zitao: "Boss, see if you like it. This was passed down from my grandfather's grandfather. It has been in my family for hundreds of years. Some time ago,  In the year, someone offered to buy it for 50,000 yuan, but I didn¡¯t even sell it!¡±

    This is a rectangular piece of pottery, part of it is a pig pen and part is a sheep pen. There is a pig and two sheep in each pen, and there is a rain cover on the sheep pen.  Each pig and sheep pen has a storage bin.

    Meng Zitao looked at the things on the table, smiled and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

    Seeing Meng Zitao's smile, Hu Dajiang felt a little guilty: "Ceramics, what's wrong?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "Everyone knows that this is ceramic, but I asked what it is used for."

    Hu Dajiang said: "It's just for decoration, what else can you do?"

    Meng Zitao laughed: "Who do you think would put pig pens and sheep pens at home as decorations?"

    Hu Dajiang hesitated and said: "This maybe the person who made it has a quirk."

    Meng Zitao said: "Haha, to tell you the truth, this thing is actually an obvious artifact. It is a funerary artifact that people brought underground when they were buried in ancient times. Do you think your grandfather's grandfather would pass it down as a family heirloom?"

    Hu Dajiang was a little depressed. He originally thought that Meng Zitao didn't know what it was, but he didn't expect that he was an expert and could see it at a glance.

    Meng Zitao said: "Brother Hu, is this the only antique in your house?"

    "Yes, if you want it, I can sell it to you cheaper." Hu Dajiang also knew that he would lose his momentum when selling things, but he really had no choice now, so he could only say this, let's sell as much as he can.  .

    Meng Zitao took out his business card and handed it to Hu Dajiang: "Brother Hu, to be honest, there are two ways to deal with this obvious weapon."

    "What can I do?" Hu Dajiang was refreshed after seeing Meng Zitao's business card.

    Meng Zitao said: "One is to get the auction company under my name to bid, but because the number of collectors of ancient artifacts is limited, it is uncertain how much the price will be, or it is possible that the auction will fail. The other way is for me to offer a  Buy it for 10,000 yuan. Please consider these two methods."

    This artifact was actually bought by Hu Dajiang last year when he was obsessed with antiques. At that time, he bought a lot of antiques and spent a lot of money. In the end, this artifact was the only one that was genuine, but he begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother.  , the highest bidder was only willing to pay three thousand yuan.

    In comparison, Meng Zitao¡¯s offer of 10,000 yuan was generous enough, but who wouldn¡¯t mind making a lot of money? Hu Dajiang said with a smile: ¡°Boss, can it be higher?¡±

    &nbsTao asked: "Do you have any evidence?"

    "Yes!" Hu Dajiang said: "In October last year, I drank some wine one night and came home a little late. From a distance, I saw the father and son discussing things furtively. If I hadn't been clever,  It must have crashed into it, maybe it¡¯s a corpse now.¡±

    Knowing this, Meng Zitao had an idea in his mind. Hu Qingyou seemed to be at odds with his father. Could it be that he was selling things to Hu Dekai secretly?  This is very possible. It seems that we have to focus on investigating Hu Qingyou, and maybe we will get news about Fang Lei.

    Hu Dajiang was almost drunk, and he talked a bit too much. Moreover, after he started talking, there was nothing bad to say, but it was basically useless information.

    Finally, Meng Zitao asked Hu Dajiang if he knew who Hu Dekai had learned crafts from. Hu Dajiang said that he only knew that Hu Likai had learned carpentry from a master in the next village when he was young, and he didn't know the rest.

    When he mentioned the master craftsman again, Hu Dajiang showed an expression of admiration and said that this master was very skilled in craftsmanship and could do any job. If he hadn't been old and in poor health over the years, someone would definitely ask him to do it.  carpentry.

    Meng Zitao was somewhat suspicious of this carpenter and planned to pay him a visit in the afternoon.

    After the meal, Meng Zitao sent the dizzy Hu Dajiang back, and then went to the carpenter's house according to the address given by Hu Dajiang.

    ¡°Tuk-tuk!¡±

    Meng Zitao knocked on the door. After a while, an old man's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

    "Is it Master Yuan?" Meng Zitao asked.

    After a while, an old man in his seventies or eighties came out and opened the door. When he saw Meng Zitao, he was a little confused: "Young man, who are you?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said, "My name is Meng Zitao. This is my business card. I heard that you are very good at carpentry. I would like to come and get married. I wonder if it would be convenient for you, Master Yuan?"

    Master Yuan squinted at the business card, then looked up at Meng Zitao, and suddenly said: "Oh, I remembered, you are the treasure hunter on TV, right?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and nodded, and the old man said again: "You have a really good nose, and you actually know that I have some old things here. Xiao Gu must have told you, this Guawazi just doesn't keep his word, let him  Don¡¯t say it, he just wants to say that next time he dares to come again, I will definitely beat him out!¡±

    Meng Zitao did not expect that the old man had a bad temper, and said quickly: "Master Yuan, I don't know who the Xiao Gu you are talking about is."

    "Huh?" The old man frowned: "Who told you that?"

    "That's what happened." Meng Zitao told the whole story.

    The old man's attitude suddenly became cold: "It turns out to be him. I have nothing to do with him. You have found the wrong person."

    Meng Zitao didn't want the relationship with the old man to become tense, so he quickly said: "Master Yuan, I have no other intention of coming today, and I don't want to doubt you. It's just because the cultural relics involved by Hu Dekai are too valuable, so they must be traced. I hope you can  Do not misunderstand."

    After hearing these words, the old man was a little curious: "What exactly is he involved in? Oh, if it's not convenient to say it, don't say it."

    "It's this bronze square lei." Meng Zitao took out the photo.

    The old man was a little surprised when he saw the photo: "He dares to get his hands on such an important weapon. It's really not a pity to die!"

    Meng Zitao said: "Whether he dies or not is the second most important thing. This important weapon must not be spread abroad."

    The old man nodded solemnly: "You're right, but I really have nothing to do with him, and there's nothing I can do to help him!"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said it didn't matter. Then he asked politely if he could appreciate the old gadgets the old man just mentioned.

    The old man laughed: "I'm not asking for it. I don't show it to ordinary people, but you are very pleasing to the eye, so come in."

    Meng Zitao said thank you and followed the old man into the hall.

    The old man asked Meng Zitao and Lu Yiqing to sit while he went to get something from the back room. He came out after a while.

    The old man took out a total of two things, one of which was a wooden carving of Ruyi. The handle of Ruyi was carved from Canaan incense. It has a long crank handle, a curved neck, and a Ganoderma-shaped crown. The body is thick and large. The whole body is carved with pine, stone, auspicious clouds and auspicious clouds in bas-relief.  Eight Immortals birthday wishes pattern.  The entire Ruyi pattern layout is intricate and rich, and the carvings are delicate and exquisite, which can't help but be praised.

    After a while, Meng Zitao raised his head, smiled and said to the old man: "Master Yuan, if I read it correctly, this Ruyi should have been repaired, right?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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