The First Chaos In History

　　 Old Pan is going to attend the wedding of a friend’s daughter today. The restaurant is not far from me, so stop by.

Lao Pan is a very ordinary middle-aged man. His thin hair is brushed brightly and his belly is shy. He usually wears T-shirts and slacks that he bought with his wife to bargain in the street shop, and his leather shoes are foggy and brushed. There are one or two sets of brand-name suits supporting the facade, wearing a coffee-colored mirror, and speaking fluently, like a businessman who has made a small fortune. It can also be said that he is a small section chief in a city government agency.

　　 In fact, Lao Pan is not easy. He is the second or third batch of college graduates from China University of Geosciences, majoring in archeology. The college students of that era were the real pride of the sky, almost all of them possessed stunts, and Lao Pan was the best among them. If he has been in his profession, we will definitely be able to salvage the "Nanhai No. 1" today. I saw him on TV. It’s a pity that Old Pan didn’t withstand the temptation of going into the sea in the 1990s. He thought he could run wild like a crab by relying on his ability. After losing a few times, he became shrank like a bastard. He lost money in my opinion. It was completely self-inflicted: he abandoned his professionalism and followed the two Fujianese people.

　　 He returned to his business only after 2000, and started collecting and helping people identify antiques. His monthly income was unstable but he was barely considered a well-off home. As my deputy manager, he just assumed a name and didn't take any salary. He only drew a 2% commission from the appraisal products.

Lao Pan handed me a "Yuxi", I put the knife on the coffee table and took it and leaned forward to light the fire. Before I could stubborn, Pan's eyes were already on the knife-a Warring States period. It's unnatural for the ancient sword to attract a person with deep archaeological skills. He picked up the knife casually, then squatted up like a punch, took off his glasses with one hand as if he was about to get into the knife.

I grabbed it and put it in my pocket, and interrupted and said, "Fruit knife, what do you see?" Old Pan pointed his two smoky yellow fingers to my nose, "You give it to me!" He noticed that his voice trembled slightly. I took out Jing Ke's knife and threw it in the air twice, and said jokingly: "You don't think this is an antique, do you?"

It seems that Lao Pan was finally confused by me. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and laughed at himself and said, "It may be that I am nervous. How could you have something from the Warring States period? Although the style and texture are very similar, But there is no oxidation reaction at all, it's my mistake."

I played with the knife, pretending not to care, and asked, "If there is an ancient sword from the Warring States period, how much can it be sold for?" Old Pan helped his glasses and said in a joking tone: "If the Warring States items are sold by you Go, no matter who you sell to, you have broken the law. If you leave the country, I am afraid I will not see you in my life. The country stipulates that antiquities before 1795 are strictly prohibited from leaving the country.

　　 I said: "Let's just talk about fun, you can give me a price."

"Let’s tell you this, a Ming Dynasty vase at Christie’s in the United Kingdom can sell for 15 million pounds. Of course, the behind-the-scenes operations there are not mentioned for the time being. In Hong Kong, a Qianlong imperial knife can be sold for 40 million Hong Kong dollars. I haven’t seen this sword before; a gold-plated sword used by Napoleon is equivalent to more than 50 million yuan..."

　　 I interrupted and said, "If it was the dagger that Jing Ke used to stab King Qin..."

　　Old Pan glanced at me, stood up and said, "I won't be **** with you, I have to go."

　　 After Old Pan left, I stared at Jing Ke’s knife and I was stunned. There was only one thought in my mind: I have to change it to coins, and I don’t know how many times it will kill me...

In fact, I’m not stupid. I’ve long thought that even the most shabby piece of Jing Ersha’s body can be considered a cultural relic in theory, but I also vaguely feel that it is risky to make a fuss. Old Pan’s remarks are thorough. Dispel this idea of ​​mine, let alone those who break the law, if you really want to go abroad, I won't have to wait for a thousand years and I will be a sinner through the ages. As the general manager of the "No. Several" pawnshop, it's okay to make a little bit of money while hiding from the sky, but when I was young, the school also covered the movie "Yuanmingyuan", the minimum civic ethics is still a drop...

At noon, Baozi and the others only have 20 minutes to eat and rest. Usually, I closed the door and went to find her to eat casually on the street. Today I asked her to bring a catty of steamed buns. When the steamed buns rushed back, Qin Shihuang was relishing Watching "Meteor Garden", Baozi nodded to him as a greeting, and then quickly found a bench to sit down and watch her and let her eat. She said that she had eaten, and she had to go back to watch TV immediately. The TV show was in Daoming Temple and Hua Ze When Lei and Shancai were tired and crooked, the advertisement was interrupted. Bun stood up and said to Qin Shihuang: "Fatty, when I come back this afternoon, you tell me the result—"

　　 This is not what I sweat the most. Qin Shihuang actually said in his authentic Taiwanese accent: "Okay, you are very wordy."

　　 I drag Jing Ke, who has been studying glass next door, to my room to eat buns. At present, these two people have not caused me too much embarrassment. Jing Ke is relatively stupid. He is ashamed to ask about curious things. The things in my room are enough for him to study for half a year. Qin Shihuang is carrying a carnival. People come to enjoy life with a different mentality, and maintain an appreciation and a rare confused attitude towards all new things.

　　 What I am most afraid of now is that Win Fatty and Jing Ersha suddenly understand that one day, knowing that they have been **** by Hades, will they take me out first, especially after Qin Shihuang knows that I have been calling him Win Fatty secretly.

I pressed the clothes they had changed under the bottom of the cabinet. After a year, I had to let them take away a lot of them. I confess that the biggest worry I didn’t dare to exchange them for was that I was afraid of getting into trouble. As far as I know, the black forces selling antiques in the world are not much worse than those selling drugs and arms. If I sell a Warring States knife, it will be hard not to be haunted by ghosts, and the brick in my hand is estimated to be There are more ills than good luck. Of course, I have to say "I'm very wordy", I really don't want Chinese babies to go abroad, and I suggest you just remember this.

　　 Jingke’s knife was cleaned by me and put it in the toolbox. The most dangerous place is the safest.

　　 Buns go to the morning shift this week, that is, go at 10 o’clock and leave work at 4 pm. Actually, they can leave at about 5 o’clock. If it’s a late shift, they will go at 4 pm and they can’t come back after 11 o’clock in the evening. In the evening shift, Baozi never asked me to pick her up. It wasn't because she was very "alert". Baozi's family was in the dormitory of the Iron Engineering School. "She whistled to teacher Xiaobailian in the first year of junior high. Unfortunately, she didn't know that it was a new tune to teach them English before blowing the whistle. Fortunately Xiaobailian did not hear it. Unfortunately, it was their head teacher. —An old lady heard it. After studying for many years, Baozi learned two lines of poem: The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold and let the wind and rain blow away.

So she can accept my friends, friends, friends, today she brought a big basket of vegetables, she washed a cucumber, pinched half of it and handed it to Qin Shihuang, chewing the other half and said: "What happened in the end? Bar?"

Qin Shihuang had already figured out the use of phones and cars all afternoon through TV. Later I told him what the TV series were about. He was very surprised. UU reading www.uukanshu.com asked me why I still watched it when I knew it was fake. I can only say that this is the same as watching the beauty of the Six Nations dance and relieve boredom.

　　 Jing Ke has found his favorite—a dilapidated semiconductor radio. This simple-minded fool has always thought that the sound in it was made by the imprisoned villain, and he has been trying to communicate with the people inside it all afternoon.

There were two people around, and I felt it was necessary to vaccinate Baozi. I pulled her by the sink, pretending to help her wash the vegetables, and said: "The reaction of those two buddies is a little bit unable to keep up." I was also very tactful. Tell her, "We are not from the same age as us." Baozi said, "That big guy seems to be a few years old from you, and the fat guy is more than 40 years old."

　　 I scratched my head and said, "Rock and roll people have never been praised by anyone, so my head is not very stimulating."

　　 After I said this, Baozi immediately understood. For the time being, I dare not tell her that these two people will live here for a year.

After the meal was ready, Baozi asked Qin Shihuang at the dinner table: "Fat brother, what is your surname?" After I explained what I meant, Qin Shihuang said openly: "Hungry is to win politics." When Baozi turned his eyes to Jing Ersha, he With an idea, he said first: "My name is Jing Ke."

　　 Baozi was stunned for a while and laughed: "It's really creative, what's the name of your band?"

　　 I sweated on my forehead, and hurriedly answered for them: "Qin Chao."

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