Wednesday.

Ding Mu went to school, slept, and had lunch as usual. With a thought in his heart, he came to Pinyuan Antique Shop. He hadn't been there for several days, and he didn't know how far Lin Wan had practiced the shaman skills.

As a result, Lin Wan was not in the store when he came. Instead, a woman in her thirties with a somewhat mature temperament was here.

"Hello, what do you want to see?"

Ding Mu glanced at him and asked, "Is Lin Wan here?"

"He has something to do today. I'll help him look after the store. What do you want from him? If you're in a hurry, I can call and ask," the woman said.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to ask him if he's feeling well during this period. Since he's not here, I'll come back another day." Ding Mu turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, are you Mr. Ding Mu?" There was a bit of surprise in the woman's tone.

"Well, Lin Wan mentioned me to you?"

"Of course I mentioned it! The Lin Wan you are looking for is my father. My name is Lin Shihui. My father often mentions your name. Please wait a moment and I will call my father. He will be here soon." Lin Shihui

said.

Ding Mu nodded and looked casually at the counter.

After Lin Shihui made the call, she found that Ding Mu's eyes were falling on a blood-red jade pendant, and she immediately became interested, "Mr. Ding Mu is also interested in antiques?"

"Understand a little bit." Ding Mu said.

"You are too modest. My father personally admitted that his vision is far inferior to yours." Lin Shihui took out a blood-red jade pendant, "I bought this jade pendant from the antique street half a year ago, and I still don't have it.

To find out what the origin of this jade pendant is, why don't you show it to me?"

Ding Mu picked it up, looked at it twice, and said: "The material of the jade pendant looks like chicken bloodstone, but it is not actually, it is just similar. From the material point of view, the thing you found is not valuable; but looking at the jade pendant,

The style should be something from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. In other words, in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, someone carved such a jade pendant out of a stone similar to chicken blood stone. It can barely be considered an antique and is worth some money, but not much."

Lin Shihui opened her mouth in surprise. Last month, she just invited experts from the antique industry to confirm the jade pendant. The conclusion she reached was the same as Ding Mu said, but those experts didn't just look at it and say it casually like Ding Mu.

Obviously, they used various instruments to observe and detect for a long time. Finally, three experts came together and came to this conclusion.

Don't be afraid of not knowing the goods, just be afraid of comparing goods.

Compared with Ding Mu, those so-called experts in the antique industry are no more than just dawdling!

"Mr. Ding Mu, you are so awesome! How did you see that?"

"It's just experience." Ding Mu said casually. After all, he had lived for so many years and witnessed the history of China. If he didn't even have this bit of common sense, it would really be unreasonable.

However, Lin Shihui felt that Ding Mu was particularly advanced. You should know that most of the people who can make a name for themselves in the antiques world are elderly, and those under the age of forty are extremely rare. To put it bluntly, this is because this industry not only requires eyesight, but also extraordinary skills.

There is no shortcut to the accumulation of experience, you can only do it slowly.

Ding Mu is only eighteen years old, how could he have so much experience?

There must be other unknown methods!

At this time, she had become curious about Ding Mu and was eager to find out what kind of person Ding Mu was.

"Mr. Ding Mu, I've been waiting for a long time."

Before Lin Wanren came in, the voice came first. Listening to his voice, I knew that he must have gained a lot from practicing the shaman skills during this period.

"It didn't take long, but I suddenly thought of you." Ding Mu smiled and said, "Are you feeling well these days?"

"No, it's very good!" Lin Wan said to Lin Shihui with a red face: "Shihui, make tea, I want to have a good rest with Mr. Ding Mu today."

Lin Shihui nodded and went to make tea in the back, while Lin Wan lowered his voice, "Mr. Ding Mu, to tell you the truth, I am actually the president of our Shicheng Warriors Association. There was a man named Jin Zheyan in the early hours of this morning.

He came to me and said that he wanted our Warriors Association to host a battle between martial arts masters. One of the parties is Zhang Yucheng, and the person he wants to challenge is you."

Ding Mu nodded, his expression unchanged.

Lin Wan was anxious, "Mr. Ding Mu, Zhang Yucheng is a martial arts master and is not that easy to deal with. I don't know how you provoked him. If you don't want to participate, I can find a way to refuse. Although our Shicheng Warriors Association

There is no martial arts master in charge, but you are not allowed to be bullied!"

"No need, just come down." Ding Mu said.

"How can this work?" Lin Wan was anxious, "You can't be Zhang Yucheng's opponent. If you participate, you will play into Zhang Yucheng's hands!"

"Who says I'm not Zhang Yucheng's opponent?" Ding Mu asked back.

"At this time, you still have the intention to joke with me?! I know you can defeat Kong Wu, the half-step master, but that doesn't mean you can face off against the martial arts master. You are still young and don't know the difference between the martial arts master and the half-step master.

The gap between masters is so big that it is simply insurmountable! You can defeat half-step masters head-on at a young age. With time, you may not be able to become a martial arts master. It is better to endure it for a while and wait until you become a martial arts master.

Get the place back!"

"No, you can arrange a duel. I haven't taken Zhang Yucheng's cultivation to heart yet."

"Mr. Ding Mu, please have tea." Lin Shihui came in with a teapot and poured Ding Mu a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you!" Ding Mu picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "Good Yunnan black tea is rare."

"That's right, just for this little tea, I've taken care of a lot of people." Lin Wan said with a smile.

Ding Mu looked at his phone, stood up and said, "Okay, it's getting late and I have to go back to class. You should hurry up and do what I just said."

Lin Wan looked embarrassed and said, "Mr. Ding Mu, I really don't want you to have a head-on confrontation with Zhang Yucheng now. You will be at a huge disadvantage. You don't have to worry about me. I can withstand Zhang Yucheng's pressure."

Ding Mu thought for a while and then said: "Well, let's contact Zhang Yucheng and ask him to call Qin Luan and He Jingshuo over to make things happen. It's convenient and saves you all the trouble.

"

"Mr. Ding Mu, I'm not kidding you!!" Lin Wan said seriously.

"I'm not kidding you. Zhang Yucheng's junior brother Wang Hongchuan was defeated by me. He came here to make trouble. Even if you block it for me, he will find other ways to come to me. What are you talking about?

Why bother with this? Go ahead and prepare, Zhang Yucheng is no match for me."
Chapter completed!