Bian Rui's side is not the most exaggerated, the most exaggerated is Wang Jie's house, when Wang Jie received a call from the Public Security Bureau, the family was eating around the table. In addition to Zhao Weishan and his mother, Wang Jie and his husband, there is also Wang Jie's aunt and a family of three, naturally the little girl is also present, and only two small cloth spots in the family are not there.

After answering the phone, Wang Jie was stunned.

Zhao Weishan saw it and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Qin has been found," Wang Jie said.

Zhao Weishan said: "That's a good thing."

At this time, the old lady opened her mouth and asked her daughter-in-law, "Is that qin from the Tang Dynasty?"

"Well, it's confirmed, it's a guqin from the Tang Dynasty, and the estimate is given over there at about tens of millions, this is the estimate, if it is really auctioned, it is not a problem if the value rises by half......" Wang Jie told a table of people what he heard on the phone.

This is interesting, when the case was not solved, there was desperately pressing the price, but as soon as the case was broken, the price also came up, which is estimated to be the price given by the experts of the auction house, which is quite referential, and there is no big problem with the amount of money involved.

As soon as this price came out, Zhao Weishan's mother was immediately dumbfounded, and at this moment, the old woman's confidence in Bian Rui and the feeling of being a superior person all disappeared at once.

As soon as the price of the piano came out, Bian Rui was no longer a poor boy who was robbed of his wife by his rich son.

Even the old pious woman suddenly felt that her daughter-in-law was not the surname Bian, so she was picked up by her own son, and the old goods found some basis for herself, she used to think that Bian Rui had no money, but now that Bian Rui has money, then one aspect of the money is excluded, and a piano is worth tens of millions, is it a person who is short of money?

Money is not a problem, so good-looking? The old goods are not blind, she thinks that although Bian Rui is not handsome, he is a big man of one meter and eight children, how can he look better than his own thin son, he is rich and good-looking, is it possible to lose his daughter-in-law?

Maybe it's because of that? Lao Lao thought of another aspect, but she didn't believe that her son was a person with different talents, and Lao Tzu was cowardly in this regard, how to give birth to a son who would be planted in bed?

In an instant, countless thoughts turned in the old man's head, and finally he became more and more convinced that his daughter-in-law was thrown away by others who were tired of playing, and his son picked up a rotten goods.

Thinking about it this way, the old pious woman hugged her son in her heart: Take the second-married daughter who is not wanted by others, or take the oil bottle as a treasure, and the last valuable thing has not been caught!

"Xiaojie, this piano should also have your share, after all, you and the surname ...... Xiao Jingjing's father has also been married for so long, and his property should also be shared with you......" said the old goddess.

Wang Jie's parents don't know what mood they are in at the moment, it's funny to say it's funny, but this thing was said by his own mother, it's not just funny, it's more embarrassing.

Aunt Wang Jie's family of three was even more dumbfounded, although Wang Jie is her own niece, but this matter is too nonsense, how can a man get married once, and when he divorces, he has to take his ancestral property together?

"Mom, what are you talking about, that's Bian Rui's money, our family is short of money to this point?" Zhao Weishan said with a frown.

Hearing his mother's words, Zhao Weishan suddenly understood, his mother should go back to his hometown, not only to make trouble for himself here, but also to lose his face, thinking about Wang Jie's ex-husband's property, you really dare to think!

Zhao Weishan actually had this idea more than once, because since his mother came, there has been no moment in the family, originally Zhao Weishan asked his mother to come over and count on his mother to help take care of the child, who knew that after the old lady came, it was rare for the little grandson for two days, and then began to set up the head of the family at home.

The old lady has been here for a few months, and the nannies in the family have changed six times, and now people are not happy to come when they hear that it is his family, who is willing to serve a family that does not take people as people, and then where can I not find a job to make a living now, not to mention that these nannies are of high quality, and there is no shortage of people who want to hire.

"It's not a question of lack of money, Bian Jing's father is so rich, he will give that money when he divorces Xiao Jie? Isn't that a few million a way to beg for food...... the old lady began to say with a cold face.

Zhao Weishan's face turned blue in an instant.

Wang Jie's parents, Wang Jie's uncle's family of three don't know what expressions to put on now, and they feel that their three views have been subverted by this old lady in an instant.

"Enough!" Zhao Weishan snorted coldly.

The old goddess was startled by her son's voice, and just wanted to say something, when she turned her head and saw her son's face as blue as a blue cloth, she immediately closed her mouth.

The old woman is afraid that Zhao Weishan may be incredible, Zhao Weishan has been able to make money since he was a child, and he can support himself in junior high school, not only can he support himself, but also need to help the family from time to time, and Zhao Weishan is not a foolish person, so the old couple are afraid of this eldest son who has a cold temperament.

Zhao Weishan's heart was sour at the moment, he thought that if he was rich, his parents would be able to have a higher vision, but now it seems that these two are still muddy and can't support the wall, and they are unproductive to the extreme.

At this moment, Zhao Weishan remembered that when he was a child, his mother fried a plate of eggs for his father, he was only eleven or twelve years old at the time, and several younger brothers and sisters were hungry for drooling, the old man and the old lady didn't say to give any child a bite, the old man smacked his mouth, sucked a small wine glass and ate a plate of scrambled eggs, and let his son and daughter drool while eating yam egg porridge around the table.

What can a normal parent do?

In addition to Zhao Weishan, who also took care of the old couple, several younger brothers and sisters who went out to work in the early years went out at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and they were stunned for more than ten years without a phone call, let alone go home for the New Year.

"Now there is nothing to do at home, tomorrow I will ask Xiao Li to drive you back to your hometown, my father is not a problem in the village alone" Zhao Weishan said coldly.

When the old lady heard this, she was a little unhappy, and she opened her mouth to say something, but as soon as she came into contact with the eyes of her eldest son, she immediately swallowed the words on her lips, and she also knew that her eldest son was not something she could hold.

After such a fuss, Zhao Weishan was still interested in eating, put aside his chopsticks and picked up the towel at hand and wiped his hands and mouth: "Parents, uncles and aunts have made you smile, you eat slowly, I am full."

So there was another polite meal on the table.

Zhao Weishan stood up, took the briefcase handed over by the servant, changed his shoes and prepared to go out, and when he was about to go out, he instructed Wang Jie and said: "When you go to the Public Security Bureau in the morning, pay attention to proportion, don't forget to send a pennant when the time comes, and at the same time ask us if we can give some thank-you money or something, you see, the amount is almost three or five hundred thousand can be ......."

In the end, he is a businessman, and he never forgets to pull relationships.

As soon as Zhao Weishan left, he was like a tiger leaving the mountain, and the old goddess instantly trembled again.

At this time, Wang Jie's uncle's family hurriedly said goodbye, and Wang Jie's parents also followed Wang Jie's uncle's family out by sending off guests.

As soon as the guests left, the old lady began to behave again, she felt that her son drove her away, it must be the daughter-in-law's idea, so she scolded Sang at home.

Wang Jie didn't quarrel with her, he took his daughter out directly, picked a high-end hotel outside for breakfast, and drank a cup of coffee in the café, and then went to the Public Security Bureau.

When he arrived at the door, he met with the employees sent by Zhao Weishan, and entered the public security bureau with a pennant.

The Public Security Bureau also received here, so everyone politely walked into the conference room, and after a friendly conversation, Wang Jie saw the Tang Qin. I didn't know that it was worth so much money, and when I thought it was not good-looking, and the whole body was spotted, but now when I look at it, it seems that every line has a special charm.

"Ms. Wang, is this piano correct?" asked the director with a smile.

Wang Jie couldn't be sure, but the little girl standing next to her did nod, and stretched out her little finger to pinch a nail mark at the end of the piano: "That's right, this is the trace I pinched, Dad said let me make a mark that others don't know, so it's easy to find if it's lost."

A group of policemen who were amused by the little girl all laughed, and only an old man next to him frowned.

"Children, this piano is very precious, you must be careful when you use it, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national treasure," the old man said to the little girl.

The little girl looked up with wide eyes, thought for a while and said a little puzzled: "But my father said, this is our thing, how do we want to play, why do we listen to others?"

When the old man heard this, he almost didn't catch his breath!

The old man wanted to reprimand, but it was difficult to speak, because the little girl was a child of a few years old, and he was in his sixties, how could he pull down an old face and see a child.

The director said: "This is our pearl's guqin master Fu Qingxu, Mr. Fu."

When Wang Jie heard that this was Mr. Fu Qingxu, he immediately became polite: "I'm sorry, the child doesn't know how to be polite, I'll go back and educate well."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Fu Qingxu couldn't say anything, because he came today with a purpose, if it was just to identify a bed of piano, he wouldn't have to come over early in the morning.

"Is this qin yours?" Fu Qingxu asked.

Wang Jie hurriedly said: "No, this piano belongs to my ex-husband, and he gives it to his daughter to practice."

"Oh! I know this" Fu Qingxu already knew about this, and his mood had gone from being unacceptable at the beginning to not wanting to comment now.

Guqin masters like him, even if they want to touch the Tang Qin, they have to put on an old face and ask the collector to borrow it, and it has to be a major occasion, such as a national-level performance occasion to open their mouths, and now such a bed of Tang Qin is actually a few years old female doll's practice piano, which makes the old man what else can he say?

Who let this little baby have a good father? Is the father good, this thing is almost destined when it is born, and it is unlikely that there will be no one in this life.

Fu Qingxu has already stroked this bed of Tang Qin, for the timbre of this bed of piano is full of praise, with all the Tang Qin he has touched, this bed of qin is definitely not inferior to the existing Great Sage Relic and Nine Nights Huanpei, even more rare, this bed of piano is actually used silk strings, originally Fu Qingxu played before thinking that this string is average, but after a song, Fu Qingxu has been agitated, he finally understood that the ancients used so many beautiful words to describe the sound of the piano, not all exaggerated.