Chapter 161: Chapter 141: The Sentence Begins, Spring and Autumn Take Off! (Please Subscribe)

Night had fallen.

Above Modu, it was as if a layer of deep blue velvet slowly covered the sky. On the horizon, the afterglow of the sunset had not fully faded, leaving a faint orange-red at the edges of the night.

Streets were bustling with traffic, neon lights lit up, and a gentle breeze swept through, bringing opulence everywhere.

Inside Wenbai Studio, Old Bai was holding the freshly unearthed “Taotie Pattern Wine Vessel” and opened the Kuaishou app.

In recent years, the live streaming industry had exploded.

Many treasure appraisers had moved from offline to online to start live treasure appraisal streaming.

Old Bai usually paid close attention to live treasure appraisals, like those by Hai Dong and Ting Quan, watching quite a few of them.

However, Old Bai wasn’t in a hurry to find a host for appraisal.

After thinking it over, he sent Lin Chuan a message first, “Old Lin, have you seen my Silver Alliance Master’s Treasure Chest yet? /hehe.jpg”

It wasn’t long before.

Lin Chuan replied, “Got it, Alliance Leader Bai! By the way, are you in Modu these days?”

“Yeah, are you coming to Modu?” Old Bai raised his eyebrows and replied.

“My book ‘All-In’ is being prepared for a film adaptation, and Sunshine Film and Television has invited me to Modu to discuss the particulars. They’ve already bought my plane ticket, an invitation too kind to refuse,” Lin Chuan replied with a string of messages.

As it turned out.

The Anti-Fraud Center had quickly closed a deal with Sunshine Film and Television regarding the film adaptation team of “All-In,” tentatively turning it into a movie, directed by Shen Cheng.

That afternoon, the 11th of June, Director Shen Cheng contacted Lin Chuan, inviting him to Modu to discuss the details of the adaptation.

“When are you coming? I’ll come to pick you up.”

Old Bai replied warmly.

Lin Chuan smiled and answered, “Tomorrow’s flight. The editor said he’d pick me up. Let’s meet up when I get to Modu.”

“Alright, I’ll wait for you in Modu. /sneaky.jpg” A smile appeared on Old Bai’s face.

He thought to himself, since Old Lin would be in Modu tomorrow, he would show him the “Taotie Pattern Wine Vessel” then and let Old Lin appraise its standard.

From “Last Week’s Antique,” Old Bai could tell that Lin Chuan had unique insights into antiques.

Appraisal would be a piece of cake.

Tonight, he’d first let Hai Dong or Ting Quan give it an appraisal to see if it could pass muster.

With that thought.

Old Bai ended his chat with Lin Chuan and immediately opened up Hai Dong’s treasure appraisal live stream.

As soon as he entered the live stream, he saw Hai Dong’s head, shiny and round like a “marinated egg,” chatting with a female collector, calling her “sister.”

Old Bai curled his lip.

He knew that with “marinated egg’s” behavior, this sister session wouldn’t end any time soon, and even if he tried to intercept, it wouldn’t be fast enough.

“Let’s check out Ting Quan.”

Old Bai muttered and opened Ting Quan’s treasure appraisal live stream.

“Folks, just started the broadcast, let me tell you the rules for connecting. One fast track, one normal, otherwise it’s hard to queue up for the regular brothers. Let’s get ready for connecting,” said a young-looking host in the live stream.

That was “Ting Quan,” often referred to as “Ting Quan Cat” because of the cat-like way he squinted, with over seven million followers. He often connected with girls wearing black, white, or flesh-colored stockings, showcasing long, beautiful legs, offering plenty of fun and a top-notch live show.

Fortunately, he had just started his stream that evening and hadn’t yet connected with any long-legged beauties.

“Good opportunity.”

Old Bai directly used some “money power” to intercept the connection.

Connection successful!

In the live stream, Ting Quan was on the left side, while Old Bai appeared on the right.

Old Bai didn’t show his face, pointing his phone’s camera towards the ceiling, and greeted Ting Quan, “Teacher Quan, I have an item here, please take a look for me.”

“Bring it on, show me the goods!” Ting Quan laughed, then glanced at the barrage of comments.

Old Bai laughed and aimed the camera at the “Taotie Pattern Wine Vessel” quietly standing on the desk.

This piece of “newly unearthed” bronze ware appeared in Ting Quan’s live stream.

“Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Ting Quan put on his glasses and took a cursory look.

Suddenly!

His eyes narrowed, and his face showed surprise, “Brother, turn it around, I want to have a closer look.”

“Sure.”

Old Bai obliged and turned the “Taotie Pattern Wine Vessel” around.

Ting Quan leaned forward, with his glasses-wearing eyes drawing near the screen, looking at the bronze ware with astonishment.

The bronze ware was oval-shaped, slightly bulging on both sides, with a narrowing middle and a small wine glass mouth. It had a heavy lid covering the top.

Its surface was covered with layers of thick corrosion, showing a weave of deep green and brown, still marred by the mottling of earth, displaying varying lusters as if having undergone thousands of years of vicissitudes.

Among the copper rust and dirt stains, one could make out the not so obvious Taotie patterns, appearing as wide-open eyes with exposed fangs and etched inscriptions.

Ting Quan looked for a long while, took a deep breath, then raised his voice by two notches, “Brother, you’ve got guts! You’ve got real fat guts!”

Old Bai immediately insisted, “Teacher, it’s a family heirloom!”

In the barrage of comments.

[A family heirloom? Standard answer, totally typical!]

[Wow, you really opened the Pandora’s box, brother!]

[A heirloom with dirt!]

[Just dug it out of the ancestral grave, what’s wrong with a bit of dirt?]

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Hearing this, Ting Quan furrowed his eyebrows, “You’re a pro gamer, brother!”

Old Bai raised an eyebrow, not expecting that, following Lin Chuan’s method of imitation, he had actually fooled Ting Quan?

That shouldn’t be right!

With Ting Quan’s rich experience in appraisals, could he be playing up for the show?

“Teacher Quan, don’t play up for the show!” Old Bai pondered briefly and then said.

“Brother, I have no need to play up for the show. You know better than anyone where this item came from!” Ting Quan’s eyebrows knitted together as he retorted.