Chapter 266: [Authorization expert! 】

Chapter 266 Identification Expert!
Five days later, afternoon.
Seaside center, utility room.
Dong Xuebin was holding a towel in a panting breath. "History, the room towel is not enough. Let's wash it as soon as possible."
"Well, you should go first." The history of the listlessly found two new netg singles, "I went to the room to send something."
"Right, take a bag and wash your clothes. It may not be enough."
History nodded and pushed the door out. "Know it."
For five consecutive days, Dong Xuebin was washing the towel in the center. Every day, he was tired of being like a grandson. He had never done so many things in his life. Although he was very impatient, but in order to work, Dong Xuebin still Persevere, in addition to working, he consciously observes the situation of the center, such as where the manager's office is, such as where can hide things, such as who their boss is, etc., but because his level is relatively low So the harvest is not big, and many things are still unclear.
If you go on like this, if you drag it down, even if the cultural relics are really here, they will be transferred sooner or later! Have to think of a way!
Dong Xuebin walked in the hallway and was about to wash the towel behind him. Suddenly someone stopped him.
Yes flat head, "Xie Hao, the towel first put down, come with me."
Dong Xuebin’s heart is suspicious and tight,
Dry?

"3 The guests over there need to massage. Now the manpower is not enough. You should go to the top first." Pingtou ordered.
"But I haven't studied yet?"
"It’s almost done, isn’t it still?

No way, Dong Xuebin had to follow him upstairs, at the end of the corridor, Pingtou pointed him to the room, and simply told him how to massage, anyway, is to pinch back forty minutes, the more kind, and then The flat head went downstairs. Dong Xuebin patted his head and said nothing. He walked over and knocked on the door. He heard a woman saying that he had come in, and he stepped on the house and closed the door with his backhand.
On the netg, a middle-aged f-woman who is around 37 years old is looking at a magazine.
Dong Xuebin said with no expression: "Is it your massage?"
f The prostitute faintly sighed and looked at him sideways. "Slightly use some strength on your hand, don't be too light."
"Hey." Dong Xuebin went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then walked over to sit on netbsp; f prostitute dressed in a white bathrobe, naked in the neck, there should be nothing inside, she is not bad, a little plump, face It’s not particularly beautiful. At the very least, there are still some charms. The squid tails in the corners of the eyes add a little maturity to her, tǐu people. Seeing the beauty of the fù is still a coincidence, Dong Xuebin’s disgusting mood is immediately faded, and it’s better to massage a big man who is full of sweat and sweat.
As soon as the hand stretched out, Dong Xuebin put her on the shoulder in the bathrobe and pressed it up.
Hou Hao didn't look at the impurities any more, and threw it to the side. "Isn't the strength of the man, how long has it been?"
Dong Xuebin said: "Not long."
"……What is your name?"
"Xie Hao."
"Well, good name." Hou Wei looked at him slightly.
Dong Xuebin didn't have much thought to talk to her, and she was still thinking about how to get in touch with the artifacts.
There was a ride without saying a word, Hou Wei suddenly said: "How is your boss?" Seeing his eyes, he said: "Is it still Wu boss? Is it someone else?"
Dong Xuebin yelled at him. "I have never seen the boss, I know that I am responsible for this."
Hou Hao nodded and said nothing.
Dong Xuebin has come to the interest. "Big sister, do you know our boss?"
"Oh, I have seen it twice, I have not said anything." Hou Yu enjoys closing his eyes. "What is it busy recently?"
Dong Xuebin has already pinched her back. "I don't come often. I came to the center once in two days and three days. Maybe the boss has to manage the business with other places." At the end, Dong Xuebin set her words again. I want to know where Wu’s boss is, but nothing.
Forty minutes passed.
Hou Yu from the net yukata, smiled: "The man is good, very comfortable."
"You are welcome."
"You have no one here at night," Hou Hou suddenly asked.
Dong Xuebin blinked. "Before 12 o'clock, there are still a lot of people. There may not be much after a while."
Hou Wei looked at him with a smile. "Well, then I need it at night... call you again, how many numbers are you?"
"Khan, no number, I just came over temporarily, and now the staff is not enough."
"Well, anyway, I remember your name, Xie Hao, right? Well, I need to find you." Hou Yi gave him a hundred dollars to pay him, "Hey."
Dong Xuebin Hu Si 1uan remembered, call me later? by! What did you call me in the middle of the night?
After leaving the room, Dong Xuebin continued to work, and went to the back of the work room to wash the netg single wash towel, tired of not knowing what his name is, until 8 o'clock in the evening, it is time to change the shift, Dong Xuebin and Shihan flow back Go back to the dormitory and lie on the netg. Dong Xuebin slept on the upper store, and lived in the lower store. It is reasonable to say that the time of history is longer than that of Dong Xuebin. It should be familiar to other people. However, the first day of Dong Xuebin’s arrival, the other people in the dormitory would rather follow the new director. Xuebin speaks, and he doesn't really like history.
Half time passed.
It’s gone.
Everyone didn't sleep, talking about women's topics.
Dong Xuebin naturally has no interest at all, just thinking about how to get closer to the upper level and close to the batch of cultural relics. But for the past five days, he was pondering, and he didn't think of any good ideas. Hey, it seems that I thought it was too simple. I thought it would be all right if I could get in, but now you have nothing to say. Got it, do you have to go to the manager's office to try your luck? A little dangerous!
At nine o'clock.
The dormitory door suddenly opened, the flat head came in, "History! History!"
History has already slept, and mímí opened his eyes here. "Liu Ge, what?"
"Wearing clothes from netg, take a walk with me, hurry, wait to see you!" Flat head urged.
History mí sat up inexplicably, a little scared, not understanding what the manager told him to do in the past. Seeing that Pingtou took history away, Dong Xuebin also stunned, and his mind turned quickly. The rest of the dormitory also had similar expressions and whispered something.
"What are you looking for?"
"Yeah, if you steal, do you want to promote him?"
"Stealing?" Dong Xuebin said: "History has been a crime?"
The young man who slept in the bottom of the shop nodded. "It seems that in the south of the province, I stole something and later came here."
No wonder everyone doesn't like to take care of him. It turned out to be a steal. Dong Xuebin said: "What does he steal? Wallet? Mobile phone? Or is it a slam lock?"
The young man shook his head. "I don't know specifically. The case seems to have stolen a few antiques."
Dong Xuebin’s eyes flashed and he felt vaguely what seemed to be an important clue.
After about ten minutes, history came back. When someone came back, the rest of the dormitory asked him what was going on and asked what he was doing, but the history did not say a word in silence, just shook his head and then drilled The bed was taken. Usually, everyone's attitude toward history is not good, so he does not need to be good to others. Soon, history climbed out of the bed and went out to the toilet.
When Dong Xuebin saw it, he immediately followed. "Wait, I will go."
On the outside corridor, Dong Xuebin whispered, "What are you going to do?"
The relationship between history and Dong Xuebin is still okay. When I thought about it, I quietly told him, "Let me see a few antiques, let me give him an appraisal." In a tone, he said: "I used to When I have been exposed to antiques, the manager may think that I understand this, but I don’t even know a few things, let alone the identification. If I really want to identify, I am still here."
antique?
Identification?
When Dong Xuebin heard it, he whispered according to his resistance: "What antique?"
Shi shook his head. "There are bottles and jars, and there are others. I can't name them either."
Dong Xuebin took a breath and the blood began to boil. The history and the series of actions of the history almost made Dong Xuebin find the answer. There are too many things in the room. Why are you looking for history to identify antiques? Even if a stolen person can get in touch with antiques, it is not professional. Anyone who pulls out from the antiques is stronger than him. There may be only one explanation. The stolen cultural relics of the provincial museum are in their hands. They don’t Dare to publicize, do not dare to show those experts, afraid to leak the wind, so I can find antiques from the people below.
Another intelligence is that this group of antiques is probably bought by the boss of the museum from the theft of the museum, but I don’t know the true and false. Maybe the gang is ready to replace the product in advance. Liu Shengjin’s ù clothing may still be compared. Good identification, but other cultural relics are not so easy to read, they may now need a person who knows the identification to help them set their minds and determine the authenticity of those artifacts!
Yes!
It must be like this!
Dong Xuebin took a deep breath and he knew that his chance to enter the circle came. To find an opportunity, you must find a chance to break into the enemy!
When he was about to enter the toilet, Dong Xuebin’s eyes suddenly jumped. He saw that the flat head was coming out from the inside.
Dong Xuebin reacted very quickly. Pretending not to see him, he immediately said to Shi Dao: "In fact, I was doing antiques and fraud."
Shi Qidao: "Yes?
"Well, it is the technology passed down by my parents." Dong Xuebin said.
A flat-faced look, look at Dong Xuebin not far away, "Xie Hao."
Dong Xuebin pretended to see him and walked up quickly, "Liu Ge."
Pingtou stared at him indefinitely: "Have you ever made antiques?"
"No, no, I said." Dong Xuebin snorted, in order not to make things seem too awkward, he did not recognize it first.
A flat-eyed eyeball, "You come with me!"
In an office.
Pingtou took Dong Xuebin into the house, sitting in Ma Wentao and several suits.
Seeing them coming in, Ma Wentao frowned. "Is there something?"
Pingtou quickly said: "Li, this person has heard that he has done antiques."

Oh?
Ma Wentao glanced at Dong Xuebin.
Is it?

Dong Xuebin waved his face and said: "No, I just said it."
Flat face with a face, "Let you say you say! Don't send you to the police station! Fear of fear!"
Dong Xuebin did not say anything.
When Ma Wentao saw it, his face softly said: "I remember your surname Xie, right? Thank you, I just bought a few things a few days ago. If you can help me identify it, I won't have to do anything in the future. I will directly mention you. Being a lobby manager, or what else you want, I can also make God a fulfillment for you. It is a good thing, don't be afraid, you know?"
Dong Xuebin hesitated and hesitated and nodded.
Ma Wentao snorted. "Now talk about it, do you know antiques?"
After they repeatedly asked, Dong Xuebin "finally" said the truth, smiled bitterly: "That was the previous thing. When I first made fakes with several relatives in our family, I specialized in making fake cultural relics and then I was taken out by the police. Now, I went to Beihe Province to enter Bao's garage."
Ma Wentao understands why he does not recognize life and death. It turned out that he was afraid of the police. "So, you have a lot of research on antiques?"
Dong Xuebin scratched his head. "It's just a little bit."
When Ma Wentao pondered, he let the flat head go away. There was only one person in the room who was like a few bodyguards. "Thank you, I have a few antiques here. You should take a look." I gave a suit man next to me. The eyes, the man came out of the cabinet and put a few boxes, one by one on the desk. Ma Wentao said with relief: "Don't be nervous, as long as you can say a few things about this, you will follow me in the future, and you will be worthy of your wealth."
The black man opened the leftmost box.
At first glance, Dong Xuebin was a bit disappointed, because this thing is not a stolen cultural relic of the museum. As soon as he understood it, Ma Wentao certainly did not dare to let things see the light, and he would not easily give him an outsider to see it. First, use a few pieces of antiques to test it out. If Dong Xuebin can identify it and prove that he has this ability, he will probably have the opportunity to contact the later batch of cultural relics. Want to understand this point, Dong Xuebin's spirit also mentioned twelve points, go up a few steps, up and down to look at this thing.
Inside is a pottery, tǐng is broken, looks very old.
However, Dong Xuebin, who has been exposed to antiques, is naturally clear, and the surface does not explain anything. There is a way to call it old.
When I thought that they would use their own things to detect themselves, they would probably not take the real goods. Dong Xuebin quickly thought about the language. Hu 1uan guessed: "This thing is fake, it looks very old, but obviously it is artificially old, you Look here, here, the traces are too obvious."
Ma Wentao frowned, and asked people to open the next box.
There is a string of rosewood-like bracelets, and the bread is very full. It seems to have been played for a long time.
Dong Xuebin thought about it. It can be played by people. It should not be fake. It is probably something about Ma Wentao. So he said: "This is rosewood, the color is very positive, it must be true."
Ma Wentao also asked people to open the last box.
A copper coin 1 has traces, and it is rusty and engraved with the words "to the righteous treasure".
Dong Xuebin thought that it is not easy to make fake copper coins, because the cost is relatively large. When I pretend to take it up and look at it, I said, "This is the real thing. The age should be in the Ming Dynasty. There are not many handed downs and the value is very high." Xue Bin did not know that he was right, and he looked at Ma Wentao with his eyes.
It does not make sense! Ma Wentao's soft face has changed, and he grinned impatiently. "Okay, go back."
Dong Xuebin glanced, "This, which one of me is wrong?"
Next to the big Han Han’s nose:
No one is right! This is also called antiques?

Dong Xuebin said: "Impossible."
Before the things were brought, Ma Wentao had already identified the antique appraisal line. I already knew the true and false of these things, and of course I had a bottom. When the big man saw Dong Xuebin not leaving, he pushed him out of the door. Dong Xuebin didn't want to give up such a good opportunity and was busy asking him which one was wrong.
The big man whispered: "Is this knowledge to go to fake? The pottery is the authenticity of the Stone Age. It is very old for a long time. The historical value is very high, but it is worth nothing. The rosewood bracelet is a fake, package. The pulp is all on the back. In fact, it is a kind of wood similar to red sandalwood. It is worthless. There is also the copper coin. The words are all smashed. It is a batch of fake ancient coins in batch fraud, and the real thing is not what you said in the Ming Dynasty. In the Yuan Dynasty! Go! Go hurry! 1ang time!" He is the one who took things to the antiques appraisal, knowing very clearly.
Dong Xuebin yelled at me, are they wrong? He did not expect his level to be so bad!
But nothing! still have a chance!
b two minutes! !
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A change in front!
"Thank you, I have a few antiques here, you can take a look."
Ma Wentao asked someone to take something out.
Time has returned! !
"Don't be nervous, as long as you can say a few things about this, you will follow me in the future, and you will be worthy of your wealth." Ma Wentao looked at him quietly and looked forward to it.
Dong Xuebin breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the pottery. He reached out and said, "In general, we are old and fake. It is impossible to make this degree. This is the trace of the years. I can’t do it. I see It should be the gadget of the Stone Age. EbookFREE.me~ However, although this kind of thing is old for a long time, the historical value is high, but the economic value is not big, and it is worth nothing."
Ma Wentao’s eyes glimpsed, "Show him the next!"
The rosewood bracelet was taken out.
Dong Xuebin, stunned, said: "The patina is done later. This technique is often used there. It is to make it look like an age. If it is really rosewood, I am afraid there are very few people. I am willing to be so ng, this piece of wood is fake, not worth it."
Ma Wentao’s heart moved,
Next.

Dong Xuebin said with a sigh of relief: "Is it a copper coin? But the rust is attached to the rust scraped off by other bronzes. This technique I used when I was doing antiques, and the words are all embarrassing, not the Yuan Dynasty." The look of Zheng Zhibao."
All three are finished.
Several big men looked at each other with amazement.
Ma Wentao took a table, "Okay, good, good!" The eyes are satisfied.