Chapter 101: Real and fake, who can tell the difference?
"Ah? The Fa Qiu Seal is real?"

The bearded man reached out and touched the boss's forehead, then touched himself.

He doesn't have a fever, why is he talking nonsense in broad daylight?

However, in the current situation, he didn't dare to tell the truth, for fear of angering the boss, who would get angry and start beating him.

After all, the team’s bank card is still in the boss’s hands.

So the bearded man changed the subject and said:

"Boss, let's put aside the question of whether the Fa Qiu Seal is real or not for now. Tell me first, what is going on?"

Boss Jian shook his head and said in a very tired tone:
"What's going on? Let's put it aside for now. Can you call 120 for me?"

"Oh oh." The bearded man nodded after realizing it, "Four-eyed boy, call an ambulance right now!"

"Okay, my phone can call the police with one click, it's very quick."

"Don't!" Boss Jian used all his strength to stop the bespectacled guy.

Although 110 can call an ambulance, what if a patrolling police officer arrives first?

There are still many unearthed cultural relics in the room that have not been cleaned up yet.

After the bearded supervisor Sighaizi called an ambulance, he ordered him to clean up the cultural relics in the room.

And he continued to ask the boss what had happened.

Although the boss looked a little uncomfortable and it was a bit inhumane to ask him questions at this time, the bearded man was really curious.

I really can't sleep if I don't ask clearly.

The boss also saw it, and knew that if he didn't tell anyone, he might die at the hands of the bearded man and the bespectacled guy, so he quickly explained in a low voice:

"Didn't we go to scout the area in the afternoon? We ran into another group of tomb robbers, Uncle Qi and his gang..."

Uncle Seven?

The bearded man recalled that the man seemed to be a remnant of the old times.

An old fellow who is still playing the trick of dividing gold and determining the location of a burial site.

We are not on the same track as them at all.

The main targets of the bearded men are usually wild tombs from the Ming and Qing dynasties, those with tombstones or stone statues.

This type of thing is rarely stolen. Although the goods sold are generally not expensive, they are very easy to find and the work efficiency is high.

Nearly ten can be dug in a month.

After digging, they fill the hole back, place some offerings, and burn some yellow paper. If people don’t know, they might think it’s descendants coming to visit, and there would hardly be any suspicion.

But Uncle Seven and his gang are the kind of old-timers who are still digging holes into ancient tombs.

It often takes several months to dig a tomb, but there is still a risk of finding anything, as many tombs have been robbed by others.

How did the two conflict?
"Did Uncle Seventh take the initiative to pick a fight with us?" the bearded man asked angrily.

"That's not the case, but the ancient tomb where we dug a nest before seems to be the ancestral tomb of Uncle Qi's family."

"..." The bearded man scratched his head, "Boss, you wouldn't dig up his ancestors' graves in front of him, would you?"

"Then you deserve to be beaten!"

"Ahem, cough!"

Boss Jian was so angry that he coughed several times.

He patted his chest to calm down, then continued:

"I'm not stupid, of course I didn't dig it. I just want to admit my mistake and forget it."

"But Uncle Qi saw the mark on my waist and insisted on seeing it."

"I thought it wouldn't hurt to look at it, so I showed it to him."

"But after he looked at it, Lao Deng refused to give it back to me. He insisted that it was the real Fa Qiu seal, which met all the characteristics of the seal of the General of the Central Army of the Han Dynasty. It was a treasure passed down from their ancestors in the Fa Qiu lineage, and he insisted that I give it up..."

"Then just give it up. It's a replica made by me anyway." The bearded man said indifferently.

"Is it necessary to get beaten up for a ten thousand dollar stamp?"

"Ahem, cough!"

Boss Jian felt a sweet and fishy feeling in his throat, and he swallowed a mouthful of blood before he breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to curse, but he didn't have the energy to do so.

He waved his hand and said:

"It shouldn't be a replica. Uncle Qi analyzed it carefully with me. That thing is a seal from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty."

"But this thing is actually a certificate issued by Cao Cao to his tomb robbers at the time, so there may be more than one piece."

"When you gave me the Fa Qiu seal, I was a little skeptical."

"Which Fa Qiu seal on the Internet doesn't have a dragon or phoenix carved on the back? But the one you bought is obviously a real seal."

"And he made something like this within a week. Do you believe it? The tomb-grabbing talisman is probably something he just made..."

The bearded man was very sure that what he bought was a fake.

But given the boss's condition, there was really no need to lie to him.

Maybe soon, the boss will start showing slides in front of him (a carousel), so there should be no problem with the analysis now.

Then, the bearded man thought of a scene he saw outside Zhang Yang’s shop not long ago.

He briefly told his boss the story.

After listening to this, Boss Jian was silent for a while and sighed:
"I understand. This Boss Zhang is also one of our colleagues. Or he is selling rice to the tomb robbers."

“The antique shop is just a disguise.”

"The murals and the Fa Qiu seal are real, but the bronze chimes and pottery figurines are fake. Who can tell the difference? He is a true master!"

"Then why did he sell the real Fa Qiu Seal to us? And for only ten thousand yuan?" the bearded man asked in confusion.

Boss Jian smiled miserably:
"Because people don't read novels, or don't believe in this."

"Of course, since you are so sincere, it is possible that others will be kind to you after seeing you."

"..." The bearded man shook his head, "Boss, let's talk about why you were beaten like this!"

"Because Uncle Seven is the sixth child!"

Boss Jian curled his lips and said, in fact, this matter is very simple.

Since you, Uncle Qi, said that the Fa Qiu Seal is real and a treasure handed down from your ancestors, then I will help you find the treasure back. Can you at least give me some hard work fee?

But Uncle Seven didn't want to give a penny.

It is only natural to return the property to its original owner.

He also mocked the people under Boss Jian, saying that since they called themselves "Tomb Raiders", why didn't they kneel when they saw the owner of the Fa Qiu Seal?

Then the two groups started fighting.

However, halfway through the fight, the police came and all of Boss Jian and Uncle Seven's men were taken away by the police.

Only Boss Jian himself was unlucky. He rolled all the way down the hillside, his cell phone rolled away, and he was not discovered by anyone yet.

If it weren't for his good physical condition, he would probably have become the first tomb robber to fall to death in a fight.

He was afraid that the police would discover that he was a tomb robber, so he could only endure the pain and run back to his lair.

After listening to this, the bearded man nodded with a heavy expression.

The bespectacled boy standing by was wiping away tears.

"Why are you crying?" Boss Jian asked the younger brother impatiently.

"Boss, I feel sad for our brothers. If they had followed you down the hill, they wouldn't have been caught."

"I... uh..."

Boss Jian groaned in pain.

After listening to what Four Eyes said, the feeling of aching all over my body came back!
Fortunately, at this moment, the sound of an ambulance was heard from the road outside the door.

Before sending the boss to the car, the bearded man asked one last question:
"Brother, what should we do now?"

Boss Jian was quite moved by the bearded man's expression and tried hard to tell him:
"I have some money in your sister-in-law's closet. Take it and find a way to rescue your brothers, then seek revenge on Uncle Seventh!"

　The next chapter will be a little later, I can't help it, I'll make a glue first

　　
　
(End of this chapter)