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Chapter 53 It Really Became Fake

Du Juan asked curiously: "Unexpectedly, your old stick will also stumble, when you miss it!"

The old stick blushed, pointed to a brocade box on the table, and said, "Little girl, you can see what's going on by yourself!"

Du Juan and Ling Zikai looked at each other and walked to the table.

The lid of the brocade box was open, and a white ginseng was placed on the vermilion silk velvet inside.

The ginseng reed is very short, only five centimeters long, but the two branches are very long, more than 20 centimeters long.

There are many roots, densely packed, just like white beards.

Is this ginseng?
Ling Zikai looked at Du Juan suspiciously.

Du Juan also frowned, looked at the old stick, and asked hesitantly: "Isn't this just a gourd ginseng?"

The so-called gourd ginseng is just a plant that looks very similar to ginseng.Although it is also a kind of medicinal material, its value is very different from that of ginseng.

The old stick said: "Do you also think this is calabash ginseng?"

Du Juan asked puzzledly, "Isn't it?"

The old stick smiled wryly: "If it's gourd ginseng, will people come and smash the signboard?"

"You said this is old mountain ginseng?"

The old mallet shook his head and said, "Have you heard of companion ginseng?"

Du Juan suddenly realized when he heard the words, and said: "You mean, the upper half of this thing is ginseng, but the lower half is calabash ginseng?"

The old Bangchui sighed: "It's all my fault that I was too self-righteous, I didn't check carefully after I saw the gourd beard on the lower part, and made an arbitrary decision.

My old stick has been dealing with sticks all my life, but when I got old, I fell into a big fight instead. "

Ling Zikai asked: "Do you have any enemies in this ginseng street?"

Old Bangchui understood what Ling Zikai meant, and said: "You said that the old man's business is to offend people, and it's normal to make trouble with people. Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it, anyway. I don't intend to stay here anymore!"

Ling Zikai glanced at the accompanying ginseng in the brocade box, and secretly released the consciousness of the ancestral god. Sure enough, there was a faint white light in the brocade box, which was obviously emitted by the authentic ginseng in the upper part.

According to past experience, judging from the size of the white light, this companion ginseng is more than 70 years old.

Ling Zikai pretended to be skeptical and said, "Why do I think this is a gourd ginseng? Could this identification certificate be fake? Why don't we take this thing to the ginseng identification center for a new identification?"

"I've seen the certificate, it's true!"

The old mallet shook his head.

Ling Zikai glanced at the donor standing by the door of the shop, saw that he looked confident, and knew that since he dared to show the certificate in a grand manner, it should not be a forgery.

Even if there is a certificate here, I will turn your things into fakes!

Ling Zikai's thoughts flickered, he wrapped the white light with his consciousness, and then swallowed all the energy in it.

Naturally, the whole process would not be noticed by others, but the energy contained in the companion ginseng was too weak, and after entering his body, it did not cause any changes in the energy of the ancestor god.

"I dare to conclude that even if there is a certificate, this companion ginseng is fake. If you don't believe me, come here and take a closer look!"

Seeing that Ling Zikai's tone was very positive, Du Juan looked at him a little puzzled.

However, Ling Zikai was making an imperceptible hint to himself with his eyes.

Du Juan's heart moved, and he walked to the brocade box again, looked at the accompanying ginseng carefully, and vaguely felt that the upper half of the ginseng was different from what he saw before.

"Old Bangchui, come and take a look, I also think this ginseng is fake!"

Du Juan said to the old club.

The disheartened old stick said: "Don't worry about it, you two. I've watched this thing no less than a dozen times. Although I lost my eyes before, it hasn't reached the point where my eyes are dim. The first half is indeed Old mountain ginseng, about 70 years old, can't be wrong!"

The middle-aged man who had been talking to the old club came up, and after a glance, he let out a surprise, and said, "I also feel that there is something wrong with this companion ginseng!"

Seeing that the three of them expressed doubts, the old stick walked over suspiciously.

After looking at it, a bright light suddenly flashed across Old Bangchu's gaze, and he said excitedly: "That's right, this companion ginseng is fake!"

As soon as these words came out, even the woman who was meticulously trimming her nails stopped and looked at the four people surrounded by the brocade box.

The donor was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "Old Bangchui, don't act any more! Do you still doubt that the appraisal institute's appraisal will be successful?"

Hope rose in the old mallet's heart, looked at the donor, snorted coldly, and said: "Now I really doubt whether there is any problem with the origin of your certificate! Come on, let's go to the laboratory now, Let them give the appraisal again!"

Said the old mallet, he stepped forward to put away the brocade box.

"Wait!"

The donor hurried forward and snatched the brocade box into his hands.

"Why, you dare not go? Are you a little guilty!"

"It's a joke, I'm so guilty, I'm not afraid even if I ask the appraisal to do ten appraisals. I'm afraid that something will happen if this thing gets into your hands! Also, I don't care about the appraisal fee."

The middle-aged man said: "I will pay the appraisal fee!"

Immediately, everyone walked out of the shop together and walked towards the ginseng identification office.

Those onlookers saw that there had been new changes in the things that had already been settled, and became more curious, and they all followed to the appraisal office to watch the excitement.

This time, three or forty people formed a mighty team on the street, and people kept joining the team.

When they arrived in front of the Ginseng Appraisal Institute, more than a hundred people had gathered.

The security guard at the appraisal office thought that something had happened, and was so frightened that he quickly closed the door.

The old mallet stepped forward and explained his purpose.

After the security guard knew what had happened, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the small door of the guard's room, put the old stick and waited for several parties to enter, then closed the door again, blocking the onlookers outside.

The appraisal office is not big, only a five-story house.

In the office hall on the ground floor, the staff saw that they had taken the certified ginseng and asked for a second appraisal, and they were a little unhappy, saying that since you don't believe our appraisal results, why are you here.

After a lot of talking, the staff waited for them to pay the appraisal fee before taking the brocade box from the donor and taking it to the laboratory for testing.

Everyone was waiting in the hall.

It didn't take long for the appraisal. After half an hour, the staff member came out with an ugly expression on his face. He threw the brocade box into the donor's arms and said, "Your fake appraisal certificate was from Where did you get it?"

"Fake certificate!" the donor shouted. "That's what you gave me when I came to appraise it last time!"

"impossible!"

The staff member said with a straight face, "Could it be that our laboratory can't even tell the difference between ginseng and gourd ginseng! Will you issue a ginseng certificate for your gourd ginseng? What a joke!"

"You said my box contains gourd ginseng? No, it's impossible, are you making a mistake!"

The donor yelled loudly.

"If you don't believe it, you can take it to another laboratory for identification! There is no ginseng in that thing at all, what is it if it is not gourd ginseng!"

The donor was dumbfounded when he heard the words, and kept saying: "This is impossible, it is indeed a companion ginseng, how could it turn into a gourd ginseng! You must have made a mistake. No, I will ask for another appraisal. !"

Knowing the result of the appraisal, Old Bangchui's face glowed red, he cast a contemptuous glance at the donor who was entangled with the staff, and said to Ling Zikai and the others: "Let's go, go to Zuixian Tower, I am happy today, Old Bangchui, please Rub it!"

As he spoke, he straightened his back, and walked out of the laboratory first with a limp.

(End of this chapter)