Dropping cultural relics at the Cultural Relics Bureau is no small matter at all.

Liu Zhenying quickly calmed down, spread out the photos at hand, and looked at them one by one.

According to the old rules, no less than ten photos are taken of each cultural relic, from all angles and directions, to ensure that no one is missing.

Judging from the unearthed cultural relics, the owner of the tomb should be a family of officials.

In addition to a large number of copper coins, the funerary objects include clothes from all seasons, iron weapons, tea drinking vessels, etc. The most precious thing is the black glaze lamp.

Through Liu Zhenying's careful identification, this bowl...

"It was indeed switched. This is a fake."

"Fake goods?"

Although Guan Lao had been mentally prepared for it, when he heard the exact answer, he couldn't help but feel a "thump" in his heart.

His expression remained unchanged: "How did you judge it?"

"The lumpy kiln stains on the glaze of a real black glaze should be purple-red, but the color in the picture is a little redder. You can use a multi-angle colorimeter to identify it."

At first, Liu Zhenying was not sure whether the color difference was caused by light.

But when she compared the two photos together, the result became clear.

"In ancient times, tea fighting was popular, and black glazed tea cups came into being. Simply because it is easier to see the color of white tea in black cups."

Liu Zhenying pushed the two photos of the inside and outside of the cup in front of Mr. Guan: "But this cup does not have the color difference caused by brewing tea. The whole body is the same color. I am afraid that even water has not been poured into it."

For the remaining items, she also told the reasons for copying them one by one without mercy.

Then, Liu Zhenying didn't care what Mr. Guan looked like.

She smiled lazily: "Sixty percent of these objects have been replaced with imitations. My identification work has been completed. Can I eat?"

If it were anyone else who knew about such a big thing, they would probably have lost the thought of eating.

Just Yu Fei...

Looking at the dishes that had been laid out long ago, Mr. Guan reluctantly curled up his lips and said, "Eat."

"OK."

By the time Mr. Guan went out to make a phone call and came back, Liu Zhenying had already finished nearly half of the dishes on the table.

She wiped her mouth with a tissue and said in a lazy voice: "Thank you, Mr. Guan, for the treat."

Mr. Guan didn't mind her behavior at all.

He sat down again: "I should thank you. Without your help, no one would know about this matter until these items are returned to the warehouse."

However, since these things can be dropped, there must be someone inside the Cultural Relics Bureau.

He must catch this person.

But none of this has anything to do with Liu Zhenying.

After a pause, Mr. Guan seemed to have thought of something: "By the way, I still have a guqin that has not been repaired. I remember that you are somewhat involved in the piano genre. Can you help me?"

"Give me money?"

Mr. Guan was amused.

He has known her for five years and naturally knows her temperament.

He immediately agreed: "Here, five thousand."

"make a deal."

The identification and repair cost a total of 10,000 yuan plus a meal.

Liu Zhenying felt that he had made a profit.

"Yu Fei, since you can meet me, you must have moved down the mountain to live."

As soon as Guan Lao's voice fell, he heard a "ding" sound as the elevator opened.

Liu Zhenying didn't respond, his black and white apricot eyes looked at the man coming out of the elevator without any waves.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, under the light, his handsome face was indifferent and cold to the extreme, and seemed to be shrouded in an indescribable layer of depression.

But in Liu Zhenying's eyes, the man's eyes were sunken, and his eyebrows were gathered together, but they were glowing with a faint black color.

"You're going to be killed."
Chapter completed!