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Lin Ran explained calmly with a calm face.
Although the scarred man was not convinced, what Lin Ran said did make sense, and he couldn't help but nodded.
Now, only the last piece of pottery remains.
This is a clay pot, a round-bellied pot made of primitive porcelain.
The jar has a wide mouth, folded shoulders, and a flat bottom. There are strips on the shoulders and water ripples carved on them.
Both the inside and outside are glazed, the bottom is unglazed, and the glaze color is green with a hint of yellow.
There was still a damp smell of tomb soil inside, and it was obvious that it had not been carefully cleaned when it was taken out.
The pattern on the bottom cannot be seen clearly, but there is only one hand-drawn blank on the surface of the wall, and there is a circle of spiral patterns.
Turn the pot upside down and there will be a clear cut mark on the bottom.
This cutting mark means that the pot is made using the classic casting method!
Because of the emergence of this method, the mud strip construction method that was best used in the Shang Dynasty and the Western Zhou Dynasty was changed, and production efficiency was greatly improved.
Although it has been damaged, it can still be seen that the pottery is delicate, well-made and simple in shape.
Lin Ran said: "This is a clay pot from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, which should be in the late Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period."
He gave the identification results, and the scarred man curled his lips in dissatisfaction. The other man looked very excited and said with a smile: "Boss, it was me who said it, right? I just said that down there is the tomb of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty."
The scarred man glared at Lin Ran dissatisfied, then took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to his younger brother.
Warner applauded: "As expected of Mr. Lin, you have great eyesight, I admire you!"
Lin Ran put down his things and asked, "Mr. Warner, the appraisal has been completed. I wonder what you mean by the way to make money?"
He knew what he was asking. From Warner's point of view, Lin Ran had the ability to identify cultural relics. If he just missed it, he would not need to cooperate with them at all.
He glanced at the scarred man, who understood and pulled the rolling shutter down.
This action made Lin Ran feel a little nervous and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Nothing." The scarred man sneered, "I just want to make an agreement with this brother."
"What agreement?"
"During this period, you are not allowed to leave the West Village. I will arrange a special room for you to rest in the villa." Warner stood up from behind and explained, "You will not be free until we move all the things away. You see how?"
They obviously had a malicious smile on their faces.
Of course Lin Ran would not agree. This is not Xi'an. Although it is more than ten kilometers away from home, it is still possible to go back and forth every day.
"You might as well tell me what happened first?" Lin Ran said without flinching. The most taboo thing at this time was to submit.
"You'll know in a while."
Lin Ran sneered and said, "You must be referring to tomb robbers?"
He suddenly revealed the answer to the mystery, and the other three people couldn't help but look cold.
It was Warner who reacted first and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, we are not tomb robbers, just archaeologists."
"Besides, if you want to steal something, it must have an owner."
"The owners of the things down in the West Village are long gone, so why bother to steal them!"
It’s hard to tell that Warner, who has quite a lot of knowledge about Chinese language, could say such shameless words.
Lin Ran also admired his shamelessness. As the saying goes, the murderer is a soldier, not me.
It's just gangster logic!
However, Lin Ran did not intend to confront them head-on. Instead, he smiled and said: "Mr. Warner, I have already told you that I am actually here to make money and I don't care what you do?"
But the scarred man didn't buy it: "Don't think that I will believe you if you just say a few nice words."
"If I don't go back, my family will definitely call the police, which will make it even more troublesome."
"And if my godson goes to great lengths to find me, the misunderstanding will be huge!"
Lin Ran shrugged and said calmly.
The three of them nodded and looked at each other. Lin Ran was indeed different from them. He lived locally. If he didn't go back, it would naturally arouse unnecessary suspicion.
"As for whether you believe me or not, it's up to you." Lin Ran said with an indifferent expression, "As far as I know, tomb robbing has always been prohibited in West Village. Since you can go down to the big tomb under West Village, I can report it. It’s no use, is it?”
In fact, I just heard Lin Ran’s appraisal and valuation of cultural relics.
The three of them were a little shocked. They determined that Lin Ran had a very high ability to appreciate cultural relics.
This is exactly what their team lacks!
What Huanaer needs is high-quality cultural relics, and what Scar Man needs is an appraiser. After the tomb robbery is over, they will settle the account according to the value of the stolen cultural relics.
In fact, yesterday, Warner found a gold medal appraiser from the auction.
Scar Man and his men didn't believe it.
However, one or two things can be said to be vague, but he guessed so many things correctly, which is enough to show his high level!
They were very sure that Lin Ran was exactly the talent they needed!
Tomb-robber teams often have palms and eyes, but their palms and eyes died of illness not long ago, leaving a huge gap for them.
Therefore, Scar Man also came up with the idea of recruiting Lin Ran to join the gang.
The young man in front of him has a desire for money and an understanding of history and cultural relics. He is exactly the appraiser he needs.
He secretly made up his mind to win over Lin Ran.
He had to let Lin Ran know the strength of his team and said with a smile, "What do you call this brother?"
"My surname is Lin Ran, just call me Lin Ran." Lin Ran said pretending to be polite.
Seeing the scarred man's smile, he knew that the matter was basically done.
Although Wanner wanted to steal cultural relics, he really had no interest in killing people and selling goods, which already exceeded the privileges given to him by the embassy.
Since they were willing to communicate, Warner would not participate.
In fact, after yesterday, Warner found the museum staff and learned the specific information about Lin Ran.
I learned that although the other party was called Mr. Lin, he actually lived in a well-known local backwater in a shabby mud house.
Therefore, Warner believes that as long as he is given the opportunity to make a fortune, he will definitely be tempted!
Naturally, there is no intention to kill them all.
The scarred man smiled and handed him a cigarette, but Lin Ran refused: "I don't smoke, thank you."
The scarred man nodded to himself and said, "I'll just call you Brother Lin, and you can just call me Qu Gui."
Apparently, this was his pseudonym on the road.
Lin Ran cupped his fists and said, "Brother Qu, may I ask if you are at the Xiaxi Village Tomb?"
"It's refreshing." The scarred man said, "Indeed, even if we are going to the grave below, we are not afraid of you going to the police. We have plenty of ways to deal with you."
"How could that happen?" Lin Ran smiled and said, "I only care about how much reward I can get."
"The remuneration is easy to talk about," the scarred man replied, "We will pay you for the items that are finally unearthed, but we will give you a guaranteed figure."
He held out a finger.
Lin Ran pretended to be confused and asked: "1000 yuan?"
The three of them burst out laughing immediately: "Brother Lin, you look down on us so much. I'll give you at least 1 yuan!"