Chapter 87 Bronze Drum

Du Ruo took out five yuan from her pocket and put it on the stall. She stood up with the scroll in her hand. Ling Yun helped her up and said, "What do you need this thing for?"

Du Ruo didn't answer and just kept walking forward. She didn't walk fast and seemed to be very interested in these daily necessities, but nothing else caught her eye.

When you reach the corner deep in the alley and turn a bend, you will see a different kind of goods being sold.

There are all kinds of antiques on the stalls, all placed on cloth mats, arranged in a messy manner, depending on the mood of the stall owner.

There were indeed a lot of people looking at antiques, and the crowds were endless.

Ling Yun was squatting on a small stall, looking at a ruby ​​bonsai in a gilded copper basin with a longevity symbol. He whispered to Du Ruo, "It should be something from the Qianlong period."

Du Ruo looked at the bonsai with the help of the flashlight in Ling Yun's hand. It was a plum tree with extremely delicate workmanship. It should be something from the palace and not found among the common people.

Ling Yun made a gesture, and the boss stretched out his hand and made a gesture as well. Ling Yun shook his head and put the things down.

Du Ruo also felt that the price was a bit high, and seeing that the boss had no intention of lowering the price, the two of them stood up and left.

When I passed by two people next to me, I heard one of them muttering, "Bronze jars with four beasts inlaid in copper? Why are there so many of them? They are the same as the ones we saw at the antique market yesterday? Which one is real? Which one is fake?"

The man next to him murmured: "Maybe none of them are true."

The man looked back hesitantly and said, "It's a bronze vessel from the Spring and Autumn Period. It's only sold for this price. If it's real, it's worth it."

The other person stopped, looked back hesitantly, lowered his head and thought for a while, then walked back quickly.

Ling Yun and Du Ruo looked at each other, then slowly walked behind the two men, and with the help of the light in their hands, they looked at the bronze artifact on the ground.

The vessel is not too big. The bronze jar is an ancient wine container that was very popular during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. The rust on it is also very natural, with no obvious signs of aging.

The two men were obviously experts. One of them took out a silver needle from his pocket and gently scraped off a little rust from the surface of the bronze jar. The other one took out a lighter from his arms, and with a "ding" sound, a flame was seen jumping.

The man brought the lighter close to the silver needle, and the rust on the tip of the needle was engulfed in the flames.

This is a common technique for identifying bronze ware. Ancient bronze rust is not easy to burn, and rust crystals will only produce sparks at high temperatures. However, bronze rust faked with modern technology will emit a pungent odor during burning, and you can clearly smell the smell of glue and plastic.

After burning for a long time, there was no strange smell coming from the rust on the needle tip. The two men looked at each other, with a solemn look in their eyes.

The man then inserted the silver needle into the rusty area of ​​the copper, but it was very hard and there was nothing wrong with it.

Ling Yun whispered, "Real bronze is extremely hard and the needle can't penetrate it. If it's fake, it will hold the needle tip because there is glue inside."

Du Ruo nodded. So that's how it is.

The man was still worried, so he pulled out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and another person shone two flashlights on the rust removal spot. No matter how they observed, they found nothing unusual.

The two men lowered their heads and discussed for a long time, then made a gesture to the stall owner, who shook his head, indicating that he would not bargain.

The two men were a little hesitant now. No matter how they looked at it, these were all genuine items. They were reluctant to leave, but it would be too expensive to buy them.

The stall owner took a look at Ling Yun and Du Ruo. With the dim light of the flashlight and his experience, he concluded that they were two wealthy people. The stall owner said to them impatiently, "If you want to buy, hurry up. If you don't want to buy, leave. Don't you see that they are still waiting?"

Although the stall owner spoke rudely, no one has a problem with money. The two men looked at each other and moved aside, apparently intending to wait and see.

If Ling Yun and Du Ruo took the things, they would just accept it. Who said they had less money than them?

If Ling Yun and Du Ruo fail to make the purchase, the price can be discussed again.

Ling Yun ignored the others. His face was not as relaxed as usual. There was a hint of solemnity on it. He reached out and slowly turned the bronze jar, then took out a small box from his pocket. There was a row of delicate and small objects in the box, and no one knew what they were used for.

Du Ruo had seen Ling Yun use it before and knew that it was an identification tool passed down in their family.

Ling Yun took out a small hook-like object, which was made very delicately and exquisitely. He gently scraped off a little residue from the bottom of the bronze jar. It looked like neither rust nor dirt, so he had no idea what it was.

Ling Yun placed the flashlight on the hook tip in his hand and observed it for a while. He then put the hook tip to his nose and sniffed it carefully for a long time. The corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a hint of coldness.

Ling Yun tucked the flashlight under his armpit, put away the tools and put them in his pocket, then reached out to open the bronze jar. He didn't look down, but just half-closed his eyes and used his fingers to touch the edge of the lid in circles. Suddenly, his fingertips paused and he bit his back teeth.

Ling Yun put the lid on the bronze jar, made a gesture to the boss, and then gave a price.

The boss' pupils shrank sharply. He looked at Ling Yun in suspicion and stood up suddenly. He squinted his eyes and was about to speak when he saw several bodyguards in black following Ling Yun not far behind.

The boss' words were already on the tip of his tongue. He frowned and looked at her for a long time, then looked at Ling Yun and nodded slightly.

Ling Yun didn't waste any more words. He stood up, took Du Ruo and turned to leave. The bodyguard behind him quickly stepped forward, paid the money and held the things in his arms.

Du Ruo glanced at Ling Yun quietly: "Really?"

Ling Yun gritted his teeth and nodded, then whispered in Du Ruo's ear, "It's his handwriting. There's his mark on the inner cover."

Du Ruo had to admire Ling Yun's father. What a great man! The two men just now were also experts. They used so many tricks but didn't find anything unusual. It is said that even if it was taken to a museum, nothing unusual could be found.

It was not exposed that year because someone was curious and accidentally saw the mark on the inner cover with a magnifying glass, only then did they realize that it was a fake.

What’s even more amazing is that this mark is none other than the two words “Ling Feng”, which is extremely arrogant.

However, this matter was suppressed by Ling Yun's grandfather with thunder-like means, and Ling Feng was expelled from the house. Although the Ling family's business also suffered a heavy blow, not many people knew about it.

Since there is Ling Feng's mark on this bronze jar, it must be a fake. I just don't know if it is from the previous batch or one that has been circulated recently. It seems that Ling Feng is still alive?