Because he slept too late, Xu Mu kept showing sleepy eyes and eyelids fighting when he was tally at the express delivery point the next morning. Riding on the small three-wheeler, blowing on the morning breeze blowing on the face, the courier brother who is not full of batteries at night is considered to be more energetic.

After delivering the express delivery to Qingping Lane, he went straight to the Moyi Pavilion on the 42nd, and when it came to the price of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, it must be that the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop has more right to speak.

"The one on the left is priced at 120,000 yuan. Feng Zhen learned the techniques of Tang Bohu and Qiu Ying, the brushing, rubbing, dyeing, and dotting are all good, you see the bamboo leaves on this painting, they are all made of double hooks...... "The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop is not in a hurry to introduce a bamboo and stone picture on the wall to the guests, and when he caught a glimpse of the courier brother, he paused, "What, there is my courier?"

Xu Mu waved his hand, "No, there is something I want to ask you, I'll talk about it when you're busy." ”

The clear-eyed shopkeeper nodded and motioned for Xu Mu to sit on the chair for a while.

"What do you want to ask?" After sending the guests away, he took a cup of tea and sat next to Xu Mu.

"I'd like to ask you to help me see how much such a wax paper is worth. Xu Mu showed him a few photos from He Qiang.

The shopkeeper frowned and flipped over, "Ku wax note?"

"Yes, Kuwax note. Xu Mu nodded hurriedly.

"What size?"

"It's about 30 centimeters wide, but I don't know how long. ”

"In terms of width, much like the size of a couplet, the price is estimated to be between 10 and 200,000 yuan. The shopkeeper returned the mobile phone to Xu Mu.

Xu Mu's jaw almost fell to the ground, "Ten to two hundred thousand?"

The painting just now was only priced at 120,000 yuan.

"The price of this stuff is really high right now. The shopkeeper motioned for Xu Mu to follow him to the row of narrow shelves against the wall, and pulled out a brocade box from the middle. When the lid is opened, it contains a piece of paper with a blue background, on which a large folded flower is depicted with gold dust, which is exquisite. "This pink wax paper will be sold for about 120,000 yuan, and the one in your photo is red, Chinese people have always liked red, so it will be more popular. ”

What bad news! Xu Mu sighed silently, and then held up his mobile phone and asked, "Then do you have anything similar to this in your store?"

The shopkeeper shook his head slightly, "I only have this blue bottom and another orange bottom here, what, you want to buy it?"

Xu Mu scratched his hair wistfully, "I accidentally lost someone's library wax note yesterday, if I really can't find it, I can only pay for it." ”

"There's really not a lot of this stuff on the market. I'll keep an eye on it for you, and let you know if I do. The shopkeeper closed the lid and put the pink wax paper back on the mahogany shelf.

"Thank you. Xu Mu thanked the shopkeeper and walked to the door dejectedly.

The shopkeeper raised his hand and shouted to him, "Xiao Mu, last time your friend's treasure map, I only studied half of it now, aren't you in a hurry?"

The courier brother paused, the last time they met, the two local tyrants didn't mention the treasure map in half a sentence, and it is estimated that they had forgotten about the Himalayas. "I shouldn't be in a hurry, let's wait until you study it. ”

Two hundred thousand!

Where can I get 200,000 at home?

Xu Mu rode the small three-wheeler to the express point with a heavy heart, and the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly shook. He took out his mobile phone, only to see Feng Yuan send three words concisely, [found]

Got it?

Not dreaming, right?

The courier brother's eyes widened, he looked at it carefully, and hurriedly dialed Feng Yuan's phone.

"Something did find. I will bring Uncle He to pick you up at the courier point now, and I should be able to go to the connoisseur to verify the authenticity at the time he originally scheduled. As soon as the phone was connected, Feng Yuan said a lot of airtightly, and Xu Mu was stunned that he didn't find the space to interject.

"Good ......"

"Let's do this for now, and we'll talk about it later. Xu Mu only had time to pronounce a syllable, and Feng Yuan hung up the phone conveniently.

Got it?

How did you find it?

Where did you find it?

Xu Mu looked at the hung up phone blankly, the barrage on the screen in his mind was full of question marks, and he didn't have time to ask any of them.

Twenty minutes later, the first thing Xu Mu did when he sat in the passenger seat was to ask how he had found his things.

"I don't know the specifics, I just sent the photos taken by Uncle He to my friends, saying that I lost something, and asked everyone to help pay attention to it. Unexpectedly, someone contacted me an hour ago and said that the things were there for him, and their boss asked him to send them over. I asked him who his boss was, and he didn't say. Feng Yuan glanced at the direction of the back seat through the rearview mirror and replied vaguely.

Huh?

The courier brother had a capital "stunned" word on his face, more than ten or two hundred thousand things, no matter how he thought about it, he didn't just find it back, and he didn't even show his face when he helped so much?

"Could it be Wang Letian?"

"If it was him, he would have jumped in front of me a long time ago to ask for credit. ”

"What about Song Zhiming?"

"It's kind of possible that he's in a quiet way. But I don't think he would do this kind of thing for me if his friendship didn't come to this point. "The Song family is so busy that their feet don't touch the ground, and they basically don't have time to worry about people other than Wang Letian.

Xu Mu is stuck, this style of spending money like dirt, except for the two local tyrants, he really can't think of other candidates.

"Uncle, is that the one you used to have?" Xu Mu turned his head and asked He Qiang in the back seat. It's a weird way this thing came back, it can't be a problem, right?

He Qiang handed the cardboard box he was holding tightly in his hand to the front seat to Xu Mu, "I have compared the photos with Feng Yuan, the crease in the lower left corner and the scratch mark on the right are there, it should be the original one." ”

Xu Mu opened the ribbon, and in the box there was a light red background of the wax paper, and the cloud dragon pattern depicted by the gold dust on the edge of the paper shimmered and shone in the sun.

"It's like a dream. The courier brother sighed with emotion.

[Fools. ] The car suddenly popped out of the Beijing dialect, and it was clearly a female voice.

Xu Mu's hand holding the box trembled slightly, and his dark eyes were firmly fixed on the pink wax note in the box.

No, it's not what he thinks!

Really made a soul?

[What do you see, I haven't seen a beautiful woman!]

Xu Mu: ..................

I've seen a lot of monsters, but I really haven't seen anyone who claims to be a beauty.

[Sue sù you, this palace is in a bad mood now, and if you look at it again, you will gouge out your eyes. 】

Niangniang, you've watched too many palace fighting dramas, right?

Xu Mu subconsciously reached out and touched his eyelids.

[I said, you won't be able to hear what Motonomiya is saying, right?]

Xu Mu silently closed the lid, I couldn't hear, I couldn't hear anything.

[Open, you open the lid for me, you pressed to the skirt of the main palace.] 】

Skirt?

Where did a piece of paper come from for a skirt?

Xu Mu quickly opened the lid of the box, and the wax note was placed in the middle of the box safely, without half a corner supporting the outside.

Strange, how could you hear it, why could you hear him but not hear him?] The voice seemed to be lost in thought.

Xu Mubian flattened the corners of his mouth, I also want to know the answer to this question. Wait, who is "he"?

"What's the matter, you're not happy to find something?" Feng Yuan glanced at the box, and then looked at the courier brother in the co-pilot.

"It's fine. Thinking of He Qiang in the back seat, Xu Mu stopped talking, closed the lid again, and handed the things back to He Qiang.

The connoisseur lived in the old bungalow area in the center of the city, and it was only a fifteen-minute drive from the express delivery point where Xu Mu went to work, but unfortunately they encountered a traffic jam on Sunday, and their car was stuck in the traffic into the city, and they couldn't advance or retreat, and they arrived at their destination after a full hour.

It is a three-story red brick western-style building, with a courtyard of five or six hundred square meters, located in the center of the city. The east-facing wall of the small western-style building is decorated with creepers, which are boundless green and beautiful like the scenery on a postcard.

The security guard at the door carefully checked Feng Yuan's identity before putting the car in the door.

This house is amazing!

Xu Mu looked out curiously through the car window, feeling that even the bricks on the courtyard wall were elegant. There was already a housekeeper-like person waiting at the door of the ground floor of the small western-style building, and when he saw the three of them getting out of the car, he politely introduced them into the house.

The sun is just right, and the room is quiet. In the living room sat an old gentleman with white hair, sitting on the sofa and intently examining a plum bottle with a magnifying glass.

"Sir, they've arrived. The butler-like man led He Qiang, Feng Yuan, and Xu Mu to the sofa on the other side and sat down.

The old gentleman reluctantly put the plum bottle and magnifying glass on the coffee table, stroked his long goatee, and raised his head to greet them.

As soon as he raised his head, Xu Mu was stunned, this old gentleman was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

His eyes swept to Xu Mu, and the old gentleman was also stunned, "Little brother, why are you?"

The title of "little brother" is like a key, which instantly reminded Xu Mu of the old man in front of him, who bought the red plate of the chatter sacrifice in the porcelain shop in Qingping Lane that day, and it was this old Mr. Song.

He never expected that the expert his uncle was looking for was actually this old man who had a one-sided relationship.

"Do you know?" Feng Yuan and He Qiang both looked surprised.

Xu Mu rubbed his fingers, and he didn't know how to explain it, so he had to briefly introduce, "Uh...... We met once in Qingping Lane. ”

Just then, the phone next to the couch rang.

The housekeeper picked up the phone and hung up a few times, then turned his head and reported to Mr. Song, "Master, the young master is here." ”

Mr. Song sat steadily, "There are guests at home, let him go to the study to rest for a while." By the way, A'an, prepare some tea and snacks for a few guests. ”

The butler answered, and turned to get ready. Old Mr. Song turned his head to look at Xu Mu, Feng Yuan, and He Qiang, and a slight smile appeared on his face, "Little brother, I heard that you want me to help read Zhang Ku's wax notes?"

"Yes, this is the one that wants to trouble Song Lao's identification. Feng Yuan took the carton from He Qiang's hand and handed it to Mr. Song.

"Grandpa...... Feng Yuan, why are you here?" a familiar voice sounded behind everyone.

Xu Mu turned around, and the person standing at the door was Song Zhiming, who had eaten together yesterday!

Mr. Song is Song Zhiming's grandfather?

Xu Mu looked at Mr. Song in shock, is he also a fox?

The scene of a nine-tailed fox holding a plum bottle to study in his brain made up for the brain, and the courier brother only felt that the things in his brain were crackling and shattered.