Song Yi looked at the ring and said in surprise: "It's red. When I bought it at the auction, it was black. I thought it was black."
Fang Zongtang looked at the embossed ring, which was close to maroon in color, with a speechless look on his face, and carefully moved closer to smell it.
"What's that smell?"
Song Yi said with great experience: "It should be some kind of degreasing detergent, which has a strong cleaning power!"
Eight hundred curse words rolled out of her lips, but she swallowed them down.
"What a crap place. Antiquities need to be protected, not washed clean and then appraised."
Song Yi listened quietly to Fang Zongtang's anger and quietly took a step back.
"What's the identification result?" She yelled, unable to control the volume.
Song Yi quickly sent over the appraisal certificate.
Fang Zongtang: All in foreign languages, who are you looking down on?
"read!"
Song Yi quickly recited it honestly.
"This ring is about 3,500 years old. It contains unknown ingredients, 80% of which come from meteorites. The vulture grabs the snake, the feather crown, and the crossed axes are very similar to the totems of some tribes in the western part of the United States. Twenty years ago, the United States discovered a similar ring during archaeological excavations in the west. It symbolizes the position of the tribal leader. It has a strong religious feature. According to local legend, whoever owns the ring is the leader of the tribe, symbolizing power and strength."
There were many professional rankings, and Song Yi gave a simplified introduction. Halfway through, he quickly scanned the certificate and folded it up.
"This ring is stronger than existing metal materials and is harmless to the human body!" Song Yi casually stuffed the appraisal certificate into his pocket.
She looked skeptical: "You wrote so much, but only a few sentences?"
Song Yi nodded seriously: "The writing of foreign countries is very complicated, not as concise as our Xia country. In order to show off, identification experts often say a lot of nonsense, but only two or three sentences are useful!"
She loves to hear that.
"Where are the people from the appraisal center? They ruined our necklace, and there wasn't even anyone to apologize?" she said angrily.
Song Yi persuaded: "The people working there are all foreigners. They leave work on time, unlike us Xia people who care about personal relationships and face."
Now that everyone has left, how can she go and cause trouble inside?
Seeing that she was still angry, Song Yi quickly added: "The appraisal center has regulations. If something is damaged, you can compensate at the original price, or you can repair it and then give some corresponding compensation, such as a small gift."
She only heard that the original price was compensated, so she naturally wanted to compensate her at the original price, but then she remembered that it was a gift from Chen Zhen.
Even if you sell it, you have to wait for a while.
"Repair it and make them pay more compensation. We can't let them have it easy!"
Song Yi quickly smiled and nodded.
She began to feel sorry for the ring again.
"They washed off the paint on all the good things."
Song Yi quickly said, "We will never come here again. I will also tell my friends not to come here to appraise things."
Only after she heard this did she feel relieved.
"Let's go back. The gate is locked. Why don't we stay here to guard it?"
After getting in the car, Song Yi asked the driver to take a detour to the Champs-Elysées.
She thought Song Yi went there for something, so she didn't pay any attention to it and focused on the ring in her hand.
The car stopped in front of the house where antiques were stored. She looked up and heard Song Yi say, "I'm going to get off the car to get some things. Wait for me here."