About seven or eight minutes passed.

The female clerk came back with a middle-aged man.

When she came closer, the female clerk said:

"Boss, this is the gentleman."

Only then did Zhuang Zhou take a closer look.

The boss was probably in his forties, wearing a new Chinese-style coarse cotton coat and holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

The two looked at each other.

The boss spoke first:

"Hello! My name is Tang Youde, the owner of this store. May I know your name, brother?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

Good job!

This is such a literary way of speaking!

Zhuang Zhou also extended his hand and shook it lightly:

"Hello, Boss Tang, you can just call me Xiaozhuang."

"Okay, let's talk in the reception room!"

“Okay!”

Zhuang Zhou stood up and followed Tang Youde into a reception room that was decorated in a gorgeous and quaint style.

"Please sit down!"

After the two sat down, Tang Youde personally made tea and his eyes fell on the newspaper in front of Zhuang Zhou.

Such simple packaging is extremely rare.

Perhaps out of politeness, Tang Youde didn't say much. He smiled faintly and asked:

"Mr. Zhuang, are you here to sell swords?"

"Yes. I want to see if there is a market for it."

"Can I take a look first?"

"certainly."

As he spoke, Zhuang Zhou tore open the newspaper without any of the caution he would treat with antiques or cultural relics.

Soon the newspaper was torn open, revealing a sword that looked completely ageless.

Tang Youde frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing across his face.

"Just this sword?"

"Yes! Can you help me take a look? Is it worth some money?"

Out of courtesy, Tang Youde was very friendly:

"I'll have to wait and see."

"Okay, you go."

Tang Youde stopped talking, put on his work gloves and started the identification.

Zhuang Zhou certainly knew the origin of his sword, but now he had to make the other party believe it.

Therefore, this has to be left to professionals like the other party to distinguish.

While Tang Youde was looking at the sword, Zhuang Zhou briefly explained the origin of the sword.

It's simply that this has been passed down from our ancestors through untold hardships.

Now that my family is in trouble, I have no choice but to take it out and see if there is a market for it.

If I can get a good price, I'll buy it.

Tang Youde was naturally not surprised to hear these words.

There are some words that everyone has judgment in their heart.

After all, we come here to do business.

Tang Youde naturally wouldn't ask any more questions.

But soon, Zhuang Zhou noticed that Tang Youde's expression had changed.

The casual look he had initially given had turned into something more serious.

His brows were furrowed and he kept looking back and forth.

I watched it for almost half an hour.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but asked in a low voice:

"Boss Tang, is this an ancient sword?"

Tang Youde nodded heavily, then shook his head:

"This...I can't tell for a while."

He said without raising his head:

"Brother Xiaozhuang, drink some tea first, I'll take a look."

"Okay! No rush, just give me an answer before noon."

Train tickets for after 3 p.m.

To avoid traffic jams, Zhuang Zhou planned to take the bus there at one o'clock.

The office was quiet.

Only Tang Youde stared at the sword with his bright eyes, checking it over and over again.

Although the air conditioner was on in the room, beads of sweat had already appeared on Tang Youde's forehead.

Her already rosy cheeks now looked even redder.

It seems that this is urgent.

About another half an hour passed.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help it:

"Um...Boss Tang, have you figured it out? Is this sword an ancient one?"

"call!"

Tang Youde let out a long breath, turned around, picked up the teacup, took a big sip of tea, shook his head and said:

"I can't tell! This is the first time I've encountered a sword like this."

"If it's true, this feels too new..."

"But if I say it's fake, it doesn't feel right..."

"Oh! This is really strange..."

Zhuang Zhou was speechless.

It turns out that this is the result you saw after watching for a long time.

This doesn’t mean there will be no results!

As if he had seen through Zhuang Zhou's thoughts, Tang Youde smiled awkwardly and said:

"Brother Xiaozhuang, don't worry, I'm also an expert in playing ancient swords, I will definitely not make a mistake."

As he spoke, he picked up a pack of Huazi on the coffee table in front of him, shook out a pill and handed it to Zhuang Zhou:

"Come on, have a smoke!"

“Thank you, no!”

Politely reject the other party's offer.

"It won't be good! Don't learn this, it will hurt your lungs!"

Tang Youde lit one and took a deep puff:

"Well, wait for me a moment..."

"Xiao Wen, go get Boss Liu, Boss Guan, and Boss Zhang. Tell them there's a tricky item and ask them to take a look."

"OK!"

Outside the room, I heard the female clerk respond.

Zhuang Zhou wanted to laugh when he heard that Liu, Guan and Zhang were all here.

This is quite a big deal!

Soon, someone outside the house shouted loudly:

"Good job, Old Tang, what good stuff have you found?"

"Old Liu, come in quickly."

Then, three middle-aged men walked in.

Each of them had a beer belly and beads on their wrists.

"Hey, is there a big order here?"

Seeing that there was a young man sitting on the sofa, they smiled at each other as a greeting.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!