I was inwardly shaken, and my complexion changed in an instant. My grandfather had a very peculiar background. Very few people knew about him. When someone asked about him, it was mostly not a good thing. I asked coldly, "What kind of intention do you have for looking for my grandfather?" The old man with the gold tooth was scared by the sudden change in my expression and quickly said, "No intention, no intention. I'm just an ordinary antique enthusiast. I just want to know if your grandpa left one or two拓 copies after stealing the Warring States Silk Book from the Changan Baozi Ridge in Changsha. We want to buy one to see if it is the same as the volume in our hands." Before he finished speaking, I shouted to the shop assistant who was dozing beside, "Wang Meng, show the guest out!" The old man with the gold tooth was anxious: "Don't be in a hurry. Why do you want to drive people away just as we were talking?" I said, "You came too late. My grandfather has gone to the west last year. If you want to look for him, go back and hang yourself on a crooked neck tree, and maybe you can meet him!" As I said that, I pushed him out until he was at the threshold. The old man with the gold tooth had unusually thick skin. He tightly hugged the pillar outside the threshold and refused to leave, shouting loudly, "Don't be in a hurry, let me say one more sentence, let me say one more sentence!" I tugged for a long time but couldn't pull him away, and I couldn't do anything about him, so I scolded, "You speak quickly and don't waste my time doing business!""I say, you little guy, why don't you speak nicely?" He had a sly smile on his face. "Your grandpa is not here anymore, but it doesn't matter. I didn't say what I wanted to do either. Anyway, you should take a look at the thing I brought. You should also give Old Itchy some face, right?" I looked at him for a moment. This person had a smile on his face but wasn't really smiling. He seemed to have the intention of staying here. And there were already a large group of tourists outside attracted by him. If this continued, I might be in tomorrow's newspaper. So I had no choice but to nod and say, "That's fine. You come in and take a good look. Don't act like a monkey here. But I can't guarantee any results." "That's that. I also know this rule," he said.In fact, there were more than 20 volumes of the Warring States Silk Book, each being different. The one my grandfather stole at that time was only a very short part. At that time, there were indeed several拓 copies preserved until now. They were the treasured items in my family that could not be bought even with money in the market. I would just make up something even if I bluffed later, and the old man would definitely not notice it. We went back to the inner room together. I asked Wang Meng to pour a cup of tea for the old man, and then asked him to take out the thing. The old man with the gold tooth felt a little embarrassed and took out a piece of white paper from his embrace and handed it to me. I looked at it and became angry. Damn, it was still a copy."Well, how could that be? How could the treasure be carried around everywhere? It would break as soon as it was shaken." He said, and also lowered his voice mysteriously, "If it weren't for my extensive connections, this thing would have run away to abroad long ago. It can also be considered serving the people, right?" I chuckled and said, "Looking at your appearance, aren't you just a tomb raider? I think you dare not take it out. This is a national treasure. Do you not want your head anymore!""One word from you has exposed me. The old man's face turned green, but he had to endure it because he needed my help. He said, "That can't be said. Every line has its own ways. Just like your grandpa was a local tomb raider in Changsha back then, he also had a great reputation." I put my finger on his nose and said, "Don't talk too much. If you mention my grandpa again, you can take this thing back and look at it yourself!""All right, let's stop. Just give me a quick look. I can also move on faster." I unfolded the white paper and knew from the layout that it was a well-preserved Warring States Silk Book, but it was not the one my grandpa stole at that time. However, upon closer examination, I found some differences from the genuine one. Since I had promised to help him look, I didn't want to be perfunctory, so I placed it under a magnifying glass and examined it carefully.After looking at it for the duration of a cigarette, my heart gradually had a bottom line. I shook my head towards the old man with the gold tooth who was looking at me hopefully and said, "Although the lines copied from it seem to be of a relatively long age, it should be a later counterfeit, which is a kind of antique counterfeit. This is a very awkward thing. Your copy is made so poorly that I can't make a good judgment. I can only guess that it might be from the Han Dynasty. Well, you can say that it's neither fake nor real, it's just something like that.""Is this the one your grandpa stole?""To be honest with you, the one my grandpa stole was not even given a glance before he was deceived by the American guy. I really can't answer your question." I pretended to be very sincere and sighed, thinking that if he knew I had the拓 copy in my hand, it would definitely spread out, and it would be troublesome if others came later. It's better to fool him and let him find a way elsewhere.The old man with the gold tooth looked at my appearance and really believed it. He sighed, "That's really unlucky. It seems that without looking for that American guy, there really is no hope." "Why do you care so much about this volume?" I asked. This was very strange. The collection of ancient books depends on fate. It's too greedy to try to find all 20 volumes of the ancient books from the Warring States period." "Young fellow, I won't hide it from you. I'm really not a tomb raider. Look at my body, how could I be able to toss around? But my friend is really an expert in this field. I don't know what kind of trick he's playing. Anyway, he has his reasons, and I can't ask too much." He chuckled, shook his head, and sighed again, "Alright, since I have your word, I'm also dead hearted. I won't delay you anymore, little brother. I'll take a step ahead."After saying that, he stood up, bowed to me, and then walked away without looking back. I saw that he looked so disappointed when he left, and I also felt a little pity in my heart. However, in our line of work, we must be careful everywhere. Such a small matter is nothing more than spending more time. I thought about it and then let it go.At this moment, I suddenly discovered that the copied paper had not been taken away. Maybe he was too shocked by the blow just now. I conveniently picked it up and looked at the content, suddenly discovering an interesting pattern. It was a fox-like human face with two pupil-less eyes that had a strong three-dimensional feeling, as if it had sunken out of the paper. I took a deep breath as I looked at it. I only cared about judging its age earlier, but I didn't look at the content carefully. Now it seems that this should also be a rare treasure. When Old Itchy comes out, using this copy to make a few fake拓 copies would also make me happy. I took a picture of it with a digital camera and gave the paper to Wang Meng outside. If the old man with the gold tooth came back later, I would just return it to him directly to avoid him thinking that I had the intention of taking advantage of him.My grandpa was a local tomb raider in Changsha, which means a tomb robber. My grandpa entered this line without any surprise. In modern terms, it was hereditary. My great-grandfather's great-grandfather was 13 years old when there was a drought in central China. At that time, once there was a drought, there would be a famine. Even if you had money, you couldn't buy anything to eat. There was nothing around Changsha except for many tombs. So depending on the mountains and eating from the tombs, the whole village tomb raided together. In those years, I don't know how many people starved to death, but not a single person in their village died. They all relied on the things dug out to exchange for food with the foreigners.Over time, there was a cultural accumulation of this thing. By the time of my grandpa, there were rules and sects, and there was a division in history. Tomb raiding was divided into northern and southern schools in the literature and art. The local tomb raiders according to the habit should belong to the southern school, mainly relying on exploring the soil to find the tombs. Before the Republic of China, they used a probe, and after the Republic of China, they used a Luoyang shovel. A single nose could determine the depth and dynasty. Now many novels describe using the Luoyang sh