The touch after the passion is the most pleasant.

The two of them were cozy and whispered.

"Pengcheng's warehouse, it's still there, right?"

"Hmm. ”

"Borrow it, stock up on something. ”

"Hmm. ”

"I'll go alone, and you'll spend the New Year here. ”

"Hmm. ”

"It was a batch of timber for Guancheng, and I told them to come and transport it after the year. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Even if your company imports it, you ask them to charge some money when you go back. ”

"Hmm. ”

……

Chinese New Year's Eve.

Li Dongwen came to Pengcheng.

Is this some delusion?

Compared with the bustling and lively Hong Kong Island, it is simply two worlds.

Although the street lights are on, there are no people on the streets of Pengcheng, the road seems to be much wider, and occasionally a few taxis pass by, as if to remind that this is not an absolute empty city.

The shops on both sides of the street are closed, and the residential buildings are almost dark, and the lights are only on in the evening.

The neon-lit nightclubs of the past have also been turned off.

From time to time, the sound of several strings of firecrackers was heard, and it spread quite far away.

Although Pengcheng has ordered a ban on fireworks, there are still people who are not willing to be lonely.

This kind of scene made Li Dongwen incomprehensible for a while, and he was a little distracted.

Li Dongwen sneaked into the warehouse of Pengcheng Tianxian Company, the warehouse was empty, the door was locked, and there was no one to guard it, and it was all on holiday.

Li Dongwen released more than 500 containers, and the warehouse was full at once, and in the containers were the timber he picked up from everywhere.

After Li Dongwen was busy with this matter, he didn't leave Pengcheng in a hurry, so he just wandered around here.

He has been wondering, why do these people have to run around every year because of the strange phenomenon of crowd flow during the Spring Festival?

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.

It wasn't until Li Dongwen returned to Hong Kong Island that he came back to his senses a little, well, it's okay here.

Li Dongwen turned on his mobile phone, and a series of text messages came in to greet the New Year.

has nothing to do, Li Dongwen is reading through the text messages one by one, all of them are some New Year's greetings, and Li Dongwen does not feel tired.

Finally, a message attracted Li Dongwen's attention, Xie Anping sent it, on the fifth day of the first lunar month, there was a private treasure appreciation meeting in Yangcheng, Guangdong Province, inviting Li Dongwen to play.

Each person was required to bring a treasure, but Xie Anping said that he had prepared the treasure, and if Li Dongwen was free, he would come directly.

These guys really know how to play. Treasures, buddy, are still ready with you!

Li Dongwen contacted Li Xianqiong first and asked her if she was going to play. Li Xianqiong readily agreed, we will leave on the fourth day of junior high school, and don't wait for the fifth day of junior high school.

Li Dongwen replied to Xie Anping with a text message, and participated on time, and the treasure was prepared by himself.

On the fourth day of the first lunar month, Li Dongwen and Li Xianqiong came to Yangcheng, found a hotel, and stayed.

Early the next morning, Xie Anping took a friend and drove to the hotel to pick up Li Dongwen.

Xie Anping and his friends were waiting in the lobby, and Li Dongwen and Li Xianqiong got out of the elevator. Li Dongwen was holding a long box under his arm, wrapped in yellow silk cloth, more than a meter long and more than ten centimeters square.

Xie Anping looked at it and was happy: "The treasure I brought happened to be a scroll." ”

Li Dongwen smiled silently.

Xie Anping introduced his friend to Li Dongwen, who is still a family, Li Yimou, the executive director of the Yangcheng Collectors Association, opened an antique shop in Yangcheng.

Li Dongwen glanced at this Li Yimou, in his forties, medium build, with a pair of wide-rimmed glasses, a bright red Tang suit, a bun on his head, and a half-inch short beard on his chin.

Xie Anping personally drove, turned around, and came to a guild hall. The hall is built on the river, a five-story house.

There were two guards guarding the door, and Xie Anping and Li Yimou showed two invitation letters in exchange for two number plates before they were able to bring Li Dongwen and the two inside.

Xie Anping explained: "For each invitation, a number plate will be issued, and a maximum of two people can enter. ”

After entering the hall, Li Dongwen understood the role of the number plate. Each number plate, corresponding to a booth, is a place to store treasures.

Each booth is separated by a long distance, and there are some empty spaces around it for everyone to observe.

The booths here are very elaborate, all of them are mahogany strips, and even large-scale paintings and calligraphy works can be displayed, and it seems that similar exhibitions are often held.

Li Dongwen glanced at it, twenty-four cases, lined up in two columns, and the two license plates Xie Anping received were No. 18 and No. 19, which were relatively backward.

Li Dongwen laid the box he brought flat on the No. 18 booth and unwrapped the yellow silk cloth.

Xie Anping put away his scroll and immediately came over to see Li Dongwen's treasure.

Li Yimou also brought a box and put it together with Xie Anping's scroll, booth 19.

Xie Anping saw that this was a piece of wood, with some patterns and patterns carved on all sides.

Li Yimou also walked over, "Rosewood? Such a big whole material is indeed rare!"

Xie Anping thought it was a scroll painting and calligraphy, but he didn't expect it to be a piece of rosewood.

Li Yimou took out a white glove and a magnifying glass, bent down, and carefully admired the carving of the wood.

The purple-red wood, carving the sun, moon and stars, is ancient and clumsy, as if there is the vastness of the starry sky, and the vastness of the universe, Li Yimou is fascinated, his eyes are getting closer and closer to the wood, and he almost has to stick it up.

After looking at the front, he bent over and looked sideways.

This is a picture of farming and animal husbandry. A farmer dragged the plough in front, a farmer wore a hat to support the plough behind, and pigs, chickens, ducks and geese were raised in captivity around the fence. The lines are simple, with a few brushstrokes, vivid and vivid. The picture only occupies half of the area, and the other half depicts the text, densely packed with hundreds of words, but unfortunately Li Yimou doesn't know a word.

Li Yimou crouched down, covering most of the wood, and Xie Anping had to squeeze to the other side to watch.

This side is a flat picture of the four seas. The rivers and mountains are thousands of miles, the singing and dancing are leveled, the knives and guns are put into storage, and the horses are put in the South Mountain. Half of the text was also engraved, and Xie Anping was even more illiterate.

In the face of such a heavy treasure, although both of them wore gloves, they didn't dare to touch it. The two bypassed the case, swapped places, and continued to watch.

In fact, Xie Anping just looks fresh, and Li Yimou is the real appreciation.

The two of them were lying down and pouting their buttocks, which quickly attracted a lot of attention from the surroundings, and they couldn't help but move around.

After a while, there were three more people in front of the case, pouting their butts, wearing white gloves, and holding magnifying glasses.

Xie Anping had already been squeezed out of the crowd, and he couldn't understand it anyway, so he simply gave up his position.

Xie Anping came to Li Dongwen's side and gave him a thumbs up: "You are a heavy treasure! The price of red sandalwood is better than gold!"

He couldn't tell the meridian that he knew that this thing was more expensive, more expensive than gold.

Li Yimou looked at the three sides of the wood and began to pay attention to the two ends of the wood.

The two ends are about twelve centimeters square, and one end depicts a portrait of a person, without a crown or crown, with a bun, but this portrait is crisscrossed by five lines, divided into seven pieces of different sizes, and there are three small characters next to it, which he does not recognize.

At the other end is also a portrait of a person, with five locks of beard, wearing a crown, holding a sword in his right hand, sitting upright, looking majestically.

"Is this Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor?" Li Yimou muttered softly.

As soon as he straightened up, a head poked over, holding up a magnifying glass, and took his place.

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