Guo Zhijun likes to play chess and is also good at it. When she was very young, her parents were busy with work, so her grandfather often hugged her and played chess with others at the door of her house. So she grew up watching the fights in the chessboard, and was quite interested. She had difficulty in having a rival since she was a child. When she played chess with Grandpa Lin, she was not polite. The two of them had the same chess skills. After a few games, they fought each other and won the winner.

Lin Sen winked at Guo Zhijun and signaled that she was almost done. But Guo Zhijun met the opponent, no matter who he was, and tried his best.

"General! Grandpa, I won this game." Guo Zhijun proudly threw the chess piece in his hand and took it back to his palm, feeling quite accomplished.

"I won't stop playing anymore. I'm old and can't react as much as you young people." Grandpa Lin pushed open the chessboard with self-deprecatingly, took the tea handed over by Lin Sen and took a sip of it, "Zhijun, you should be the best young people I have ever seen, Lin Sen is not as good as you."

"Of course." Guo Zhijun looked at Lin Sen proudly.

Lin Sen couldn't help pinching her nose: "Don't you even know how to give in to grandpa?"

"Why do you have to let me? Showing your true strength is the greatest respect for your opponent." Guo Zhijun pouted, completely disagreeing with Lin Sen's opinion. "It seems that you always make grandpa say that you always play chess. No wonder grandpa thinks you are bored."

Lin Sen was speechless by her.

Grandpa Lin’s originally serious face smiled, and he patted Lin Sen’s shoulder: “You are a good boy. You have picked up a treasure. You can see your character with chess quality. You can stick to the truth and be straightforward. I like it.”

After a few games of chess, Guo Zhijun became more proud and grimaced at Lin Sen: "Did you hear it? Grandpa said that I am better than you."

Who made her please the old man? Lin Sen had to touch her head dotingly.

After a while, a good friend of Grandpa Lin came to visit.

Mr. Zhang and Grandpa Lin have been old friends for decades, but this time they looked worried. After Grandpa Lin asked several questions, Mr. Zhang revealed his purpose.

It turned out that a few days ago, Mr. Zhang's son bought a box of ivory jewelry from the Qing Dynasty by someone. Mr. Zhang originally did not agree with his son's contact with antique collections because he had no experts at home and was easily deceived. In the past, his son turned a blind eye when he bought it for a while, but this time he almost spent all his savings at home. Mr. Zhang hadn't had a good sleep for several nights, for fear that his son would be deceived. Today, he really couldn't sit still, so he brought the things over and wanted Grandpa Lin to help him see if it was worth the money.

Mr. Zhang took out a red wooden box from his bag. The wooden box was new. After opening it, a jewelry box lay inside. The carving was indeed excellent. The color of the ivory and patina looked like an old thing. Mr. Zhang carefully took it out and placed it on the bracket that had been prepared long ago.

"Zhijun, take a look, too." Lin Sen signaled to Guo Zhijun.

Guo Zhijun only glanced at it and said with great confidence: "Things are good things, but unfortunately they were not from the Qing Dynasty, but were made up from the current craftsmanship, but they just looked like it."

"What do you mean?" Old Zhang's hands were trembling, "We spent nearly one million to buy it."

Guo Zhijun said sympathetically: "Grandpa Zhang, let me tell you this. The jewelry box is pretty good, but it is far less than one million. If the seller sells it to you as something from the Qing Dynasty, you can go to him to refund the money."

"Of course I have to go find him!" Old Zhang stood up excitedly.

"I'll go with you." Guo Zhijun is an enthusiastic person. She was worried that Mr. Zhang would go alone. Even if he went there, he couldn't tell why, so he just accompanied him to get the money back.

Mr. Zhang took Guo Zhijun and Lin Sen to an antique trading market in S City. There are hundreds of shops here, and the one Mr. Zhang mentioned is located on the corner of the street.

In fact, Guo Zhijun is very familiar with every store here. You can see rare good products on the market here, but they are also full of things that are of varying quality and difficult to distinguish between true and false. People who are not knowledgeable will never dare to come easily.

As soon as Guo Zhijun entered the door, he was not too polite. He put the ivory jewelry box on the counter and said straight to the point: "Sorry, boss, this was bought from your house a few days ago. I want to return the product now."

"Return?" The chubby boss stood up, more than one head taller than Guo Zhijun. He looked bad and refused. "The goods sold in this store have never been returned."

Guo Zhijun couldn't help but laugh: "Boss, you should know that I don't want to hurt the harmony when I say this. Are the things you sell real or false? I said I want to withdraw, and you just need to withdraw, why bother everyone to be unhappy?"

This sentence hurt the boss, and he slapped the table: "Little girl, you said that what I sold to you was a fake, so you can't speak empty words and say nothing, is there any evidence?"

Evidence? Isn’t this thing the best evidence? Guo Zhijun said patiently: “Boss, after years of precipitation and human hands, the color of the patina will be more plump and smooth, and will be refined into each texture. This is difficult to imitate in the later stage. And after years, even if it is preserved perfectly, there will be some fine cracks on the surface of the ivory. This jewelry box is too perfect, so the truth is exposed. This is the reason why I ask you to return the product. If you haven’t heard enough, we can sit down and chat slowly. Boss, what do you think?”

The fat boss was stunned when he heard this. Unexpectedly, this young girl, who was so professional in antique identification, was still very sharp. However, there was never a precedent for goods to be returned when it was sold. He thought for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "Little girl, are you engaged in antique identification?"

"I understand a little, but I will never misjudgment it." Guo Zhijun believed in self-confidence that as long as she passed through her palms, she would definitely explain the relevant dynasty background and background of the dynasty. It is a basic skill to distinguish the authenticity of cultural relics. If you want to excel in the cultural relics restoration industry, you must first understand the historical background and production methods of the objects. Only by carefully studying and thoroughly can you ensure that the original appearance of the antique is restored with the most primitive techniques, otherwise it will destroy its original value, so she will never allow herself to misjudgment it.

Guo Zhijun is eloquent and speaks loudly. The buyer is determined to return the goods. The fat boss finally couldn't stand it anymore, but he still said toughly: "Since the little girl is proficient in this industry and is confident that she has read it wrong. So is there a certificate in this area to prove your authority?"

Guo Zhijun found it funny. She has many years of experience and a lot of skills, so why should she use a certificate to prove it?

"My ability is the best proof." She thought about it and said, "Since you are engaged in this profession, I believe you have also become a teacher. Then ask your teacher and he should be able to give me a proof."

At this time, an old man with white hair and beard walked out of the rest room behind the shop. He nodded slightly to Guo Zhijun: "Ms. Guo, I have long been looking for a name, but I didn't expect to see you here today." He turned around and said to the fat boss, "Everyone in the industry knows Guo Zhijun's name. She doesn't need any certificates, I believe her."

When the fat boss saw the old man, he looked much more respectful and helped the old man to the hall to sit down: "Master, do you know her?"

"Of course I know." The old man's words are sonorous and powerful. "Ms. Guo, we have met once, do you still remember?"

Guo Zhijun nodded, although the people and things in the past were far away from her.

"Guo Zhijun, a rare good seedling, it's a pity..." the old man muttered.

Guo Zhijun's face suddenly became ugly, and the old man stopped talking in time: "I will ask this kid to refund you immediately. It's really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. The whole family doesn't know the whole family."

Guo Zhijun was extremely disdainful. If they hadn't met an expert, would they agree to return the goods? I hope Mr. Zhang's son can learn from this incident.

Guo Zhijun helped Mr. Zhang recover the losses and received unanimous praise from Mr. Zhang and Grandpa Lin. Especially Grandpa Lin, after hearing that Guo Zhijun is so capable, he was so proud that he was so proud that he was about to rise to heaven. He has always been serious and serious, but now whenever he mentions Guo Zhijun, he can't help laughing from his heart. When he meets everyone, he tells everyone that his grandson has found a good girlfriend. If he hasn't seen Guo Zhijun for a few days, he calls Lin Sen to ask about Guo Zhijun's situation, and repeatedly reminds Lin Sen to treat her well and not bully her.

Lin Sen was so amused that his grandfather hadn't loved anyone so obviously since he was a child, but now he is very fond of Guo Zhijun. Of course, he is actually the happiest thing for Guo Zhijun to be recognized by his family.

Time can be so happy and calm, and Guo Zhijun finally understood what it means to be quiet and peaceful.

When she was free, she enjoyed taking care of Lin Sen's daily life, and often visited Grandpa Lin and played chess with him.

Grandpa Lin is so quiet and doesn't like exercise. Lin Sen has been worried about his health, so he told Guo Zhijun to take him out for a walk.

Grandpa Lin gradually fell in love with outdoor sports. Guo Zhijun liked to climb mountains, so he followed Guo Zhijun up the mountain. The two walked on the mountain road. Some people always thought they were their grandchildren, praised Guo Zhijun and praised her filial piety. At this time, Grandpa Lin looked proud. Grandpa Lin couldn't wait to introduce Guo Zhijun to his old friends and proudly told them that they would come and have a glass of wedding wine.
Chapter completed!