"Have you brought anything?" Chen Laoqi didn't even look up.
"Yeah." Qin Feng took out a palm-sized mahogany box from his bag and pushed it onto the glass of the counter.
Chen Laoqi finally stopped what he was doing. He put on his reading glasses and opened the box, his movements slow and solemn. The box was covered with bright yellow silk and satin, with a dark red jade in the center.
The jade is about eight centimeters in diameter and one centimeter thick. It is dark red in color and has lines of varying shades on the surface, like the color of blood after it has condensed. There are slight scratches on the edges, and densely packed symbols are engraved around the central hole - not any known ancient writing.
"Warring States Blood Jade." Chen Laoqi's voice was very low. "The soil was unearthed in Hebei last week. The tomb collapsed. A few villagers secretly dug it out. We are urgent. The identification certificate must be issued tonight."
Qin Feng frowned: "Unearthed cultural relics? Mr. Chen, this is against the rules..."
"The rules are strict." Chen Laoqi raised his eyes and looked at him, "This is the appraisal fee."
