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708. The Mark Left By History! Too New, Too Old? (Please Order In Full)

"Brother, these ancient relics look really extraordinary. History and time have left deep traces on them.

The photographer felt that he was obviously an amateur.

But if you look carefully, you can also tell which one is real and which one is fake.

"One is too new and the other is too old."

"If you use this to judge the authenticity of cultural relics, you will suffer a big loss sooner or later."

Fang Yang looked at the other person, raised his eyes, and looked at the photographer with a half-smile.

The photographer was a little confused. He felt that his judgment just now was not wrong.

"If some things are deliberately made old, and some historical cultural relics are very well preserved, and the new ones seem to have been deliberately buried, in this case, 470, what kind of judgment do you have to make?"

When Fang Yang said these words, his voice didn't even have any fluctuation.

The photographer opened his mouth wide. He wanted to say something at this time, but found that he seemed to have lost his speech.

He sighed softly.

Then he silently held his camera and sat back upright in his seat.

"Brother, after all, professional things have to be done by professionals. I just don't know anything about this. I have no choice. I admit it."

I was originally very excited and thought that when I no longer work in this field (bdba), I would be able to go to the cultural relics market or pick up a few treasures.

It seemed to be very easy to do at first, but now I found that he was overthinking everything.

If he left Fang Yang, he would know nothing about cultural relics.

Even if you understand a little bit, it is insignificant.

After returning to the hotel, the photographer still looked listless.

Seeing the photographer's appearance, Fang Yang actually roughly guessed what the photographer had in mind, but he felt it was nothing.

After several people got the keys to the room.

Just as the photographer was about to go to the next room, Dui Yang raised his hand and put it on his shoulder.

"You come with me."

After saying that, he directly pulled the photographer to his room, and without doing anything else, he turned on his computer while the photographer looked frightened and overwhelmed.

Pictures of various cultural relics all appeared in front of him.

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

As soon as the photographer saw Fang Yang's attitude, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

He stared at Fang Yang with sharp eyes.

Fang Yang only looked at the time briefly, and then said: "It's still very early now, just look at the cultural relics with me for two hours. When you suddenly decide not to be a photographer anymore, you can do it yourself." It would be good to buy some cultural relics and make a little money by reselling them."

Now there are only two people in this room, Fang Yang and the photographer, so Fang Yang is a little unscrupulous about some words.

"Of course, if you find those cultural relics that cannot be resold, I still recommend that you hand them over directly, but you can sell those small items."

Early the next morning, when the photographer got into the car, he was still in a trance and hopeless.

The camera went to bed very early last night and had no idea why the photographer was in such a state, so he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you? Were you sleepwalking last night?"

"It's scarier than sleepwalking."