Jiang Lai maintained a good work and rest habit, got up at six o'clock every morning, walked briskly in the community for half an hour, and then came back to bathe and change clothes, and when he was refreshed and energetic to reach the best state, he began to listen to the small pieces found in the Peking Opera restoration market or some important collections commissioned to be restored.

With the existence of Shi Daoyun's "agent", Jiang Lai will never lack job opportunities.

Eat on time at 12 o'clock at noon, get up after a half-hour nap and continue to work. Dinner at six o'clock in the evening, a cup of green tea after dinner, reading until half past nine, and going to bed on time at ten o'clock.

There is no entertainment, I don't participate in any drinking parties, and of course, I won't go on a daily date with beautiful women with all kinds of skin, like Shi Daochen.

Of course, he will not miss any important art exhibitions and antique exhibitions in his city. Although many of the exhibits he has seen many times. Including Yan Zhenqing's "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews" that attracted millions of onlookers at RB some time ago.

has maintained such an elderly life for more than ten years, which seems a little out of place with people of his age.

In Shi Daozhi's words, it is "a young man dies".

At 8:50, when Jiang Lai walked to the gate of the community, the silver BMW was already waiting there.

Jiang Lai thought about it, walked towards the BMW, stretched out his hand to open the rear compartment door and sat in.

Lin Chuyi turned around, blinked his beautiful eyes, looked at Jiang Lai and asked, "Mr. Jiang Lai, what do you guess I do?"

"Curation of cultural relics. Jiang Lai said loudly.

"That's right. Lin Chu smiled and said, "I am the curator, not your full-time driver." Don't you know that, according to ride etiquette, when there are only two people, you should sit in the front seat? You sit alone in the back seat, how can we communicate on an equal footing? Do I look particularly like a driver?"

Jiang Lai shook his head and said, "I don't sit in front, I'm afraid of death." ”

"How could you ...... die?"

Lin Chuyi still wanted to argue a few words, but seeing that Jiang Lai had already fastened his seat belt and had a firm appearance of not leaving the back seat even if he died, he had to give up helplessly.

Time is precious, and she is not qualified to be angry with Jiang Lai.

Thinking of this, Lin Chuyi became even more angry.

Lin Chuyi started the car and drove in the direction of the Shangmei Museum.

"Is there water in the car?" Jiang Lai asked. In the morning, I still eat soy milk fritters, the fritters are a little oily, and the soy milk is a little thick, Jiang Lai feels a little thirsty now.

"Nope. Lin Chu said in a sullen voice. She's still angry.

"There are private cars. Jiang said.

"......" Lin Chuyi's face was gloomy, and the hand holding the steering wheel began to tremble.

"Luckily, I brought a teacup. Jiang said, and took out a thermos cup from the khaki satchel he was carrying.

The thermos cup is soaked in his favorite black tea, but because the heat preservation effect of the thermos cup is too good, the water temperature is too hot, so he can only drink it cautiously.

Ga!

Lin Chuyi stomped on the brakes.

"Ahh

Jiang Lai exhaled in pain.

Although he was wearing a seat belt, his body was still dragged forward by inertia, and then he hit backwards instantly, and a large mouthful of hot water from the thermos cup poured into his throat.

The pain in his throat was like fire, and Jiang Lai swallowed desperately to calm the burning sensation in that piece.

When the pain passed, Jiang Lai said angrily: "Why did you brake suddenly?"

Lin Chuyi's "little revenge will be avenged", he was proud, pointed to the traffic light in front of him, and said: "As an old driver who is familiar with traffic laws, of course you can't run a red light." ”

"You may drive for years, but the technology is not up to par. Jiang Lai seriously commented on Lin Chuyi's behavior and said: "All road killers, before the accident, thought they were old drivers. ”

"You ......" Lin Chuyi became puffed up again.

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.

Lin Chuyi was reluctant to talk to Jiang Lai again, and Jiang Lai didn't dare to drink water anymore. He thinks that Lin Chuyi's driving skills are not good, a woman with poor driving skills and a bad temper, God knows what crazy or stupid things she will do?

drove all the way to the underground parking lot of the Shangmei Museum, Lin Chuyi parked the car, and then said to Jiang: "Mr. Jiang, we have arrived." ”

Jiang Lai nodded, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, and then followed Lin Chuyi towards the exhibit collection room.

When Jiang Lai saw the porcelain and the Southern Song Dynasty boy playing with the water bottle, his eyes instantly brightened. His pupils narrowed slightly, like a wolf in danger, or a cat that sees a fish.

Even though Jiang Lai is accustomed to seeing objects from the Southern Song Dynasty, and even a lot of expensive and large objects from earlier periods, he still has a feeling of amazement when he sees this boy playing with the water bottle.

"The enamel is as smooth as jade, and the kiln becomes natural. Thick tire and thin glaze, elegant atmosphere. Jiang Lai carefully looked at the boy playing with the water bottle in front of him, and praised it in his mouth: "At first glance, it is the utensils of the official kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is the best in the official kiln." ”

Lin'an, the capital of the Song Dynasty, which is now Hangzhou, established the Xiu Nei Division, the suburban altar kiln, and produced special royal products for the palace, so it was called the "Southern Song Dynasty Official Kiln". It is also called the "inner kiln".

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Cao Zhao's "Gegu Treatise" said: "The official kiln Song Xiu Neisi burners have fine soil, the color is blue with pink, the shades are different, there are crab claw patterns purple iron feet, the color is good and the Ru kiln is similar, there is black soil called the black mud kiln, and the pseudo ones are all burned by Longquan, and there is no texture. ”

It can be seen that the Southern Song Dynasty official kiln technology is exquisite, and the porcelain is exquisite.

"Since ancient times, famous instruments such as beautiful women are really unforgettable, and they never get tired of looking at them. Jiang came to see the boy playing with the water bottle and said.

Lin Chuyi's heart was sweet, and he felt that Jiang Lai's sentence praised her and the boy playing with the water bottle, the famous instrument is the Southern Song Dynasty boy playing with the water bottle, of course the beauty refers to her Lin Chuyi, after all, she is the only woman on the scene.

I have to say that this person still speaks at a very high level, and suddenly I feel that this man is not so annoying.

"Do you prefer famous weapons or beautiful women?" Lin Chuyi stood beside Jiang Lai and asked with a smile.

"Famous objects are common, but beautiful women are hard to find. Jiang Lai said loudly.

"......" Lin Chuyi felt that his stomach was swollen again, and he shouldn't have talked to this guy at all.

You shouldn't expect anything from him.

"Dead straight man!" Lin Chuyi scolded in his heart.

Jiang Lai reached out to open the protective device of the porcelain, and the old man next to him suddenly shouted: "Don't move, who let you move?"

Jiang Lai looked up at the old man, and just now he found that he had been standing by and staring at him, as if he had snatched his daughter or some beloved thing. Jiang Lai silently thought about it in his heart, and made sure that it was really the first time they met.

"When did you come in?" Jiang Lai asked.

"The kid is arrogant. Xiong Boyi was extremely angry and said, "Before you came, I was standing here. How can you take on the task of restoring the child's water bottle?"

"This is our Bomei's specially appointed restorer, Mr. Xiong Boyi. Lin Chuyi saw that Jiang Lai and Xiong Boyi had an argument, so he hurriedly introduced himself. He pointed to Jiang and said, "Mr. Xiong, this is Mr. Jiang Lai, who is here to repair the children's water bottle for Bomei." ”

"At a young age, I don't know if the devices of the Southern Song Dynasty have had a chance to take a few looks, where can he repair such a heavy weapon?" Xiong Boyi was full of unwillingness and said: "Mr. Xiaolin, you have to be cautious." This thing is a treasure, and if it is broken, it is not only a loss for our Hiromi, but also a loss for all mankind. ”

"Mr. Jiang Lai is the son of the ghost hand Jiang Xingzhou, and I believe that he will be able to restore the water bottle for us. Lin Chuyi still had a sweet smile on his face, but his tone of voice was obviously threatening: "The icing on the cake, I just want to appreciate it." Mr. Jiang Lai, did you say?"

"The son of a dead ghost, no matter what kind of fame and skills he had before, how many percent can he still fall into the hands of his son? Mr. Xiaolin, you can't take the boy's water bottle to risk? If you really want to repair it, we have a lot of damaged devices in the warehouse that can be handed over to him to repair----- and if it is repaired, we have another treasure." If it is repaired, we can also afford this loss. Do you say?"

Jiang Lai feels that his standard of life has always been "harmony is precious", and I am very angry when you attack me. But if you attack my father, then don't blame me for hurting people.

"I can't fix it, can you fix it?" Jiang Lai turned to look at Xiong Boyi and asked out loud.

"Of course I can fix it. Xiong Boyi said with a determined face.

Jiang Lai pointed at Lin Chuyi and said, "Since you can fix it, why doesn't she let you fix it?"

"You ......"

Xiong Boyi's face turned pale, turned to look at Lin Chuyi, and said: "Mr. Xiaolin, can you and me say a happy word, as long as you hand over this children's water bottle to me, I promise to hand it over to you flawlessly before the "Great Power Heavy Weapons" porcelain exhibition opens." ”

"......" Lin Chuyi stood next to him and was embarrassed, and he was about to commit cancer.

Big brother, even if you know what the situation is, don't say it to your face. How do you let me deal with myself? How can Xiong Boyi deal with myself? Will I still have the face to meet people in the future? Will I still have the face to ask someone to restore antique cultural relics for me?

Others are just eye medicine in the face, you are poison in the face.

"Bragging. Jiang Lai sneered: "Perfect, do you think you are an immortal?

"You ......" Xiong Boyi's fat face was flushed, his whole body trembled with anger, and he pointed at Jiang and said, "I mean it looks perfect, are you deliberately picking thorns?"

"Yes. Jiang said, "Aren't you doing the same thing, because I got the opportunity to repair that belonged to you, at least you feel in your heart that this opportunity should belong to you---- so you are full of hostility towards me and are picky in every way." I've seen through you with these sharp eyes. ”

Xiong Boyi was out of breath, and he didn't want to waste his tongue with Jiang Lai, so he turned to look at Lin Chuyi, with a resolute look of becoming a benevolent if he didn't succeed, and said sharply: "Mr. Xiaolin, you say, do you choose him or me?"