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Qin Tian didn't rush to open the box. He asked Jiang Han to pick up the equipment and quickly opened another box in the same way. His birthday, coupled with his biometric identification, Qin Tian was sure of one thing: the contents of these two boxes were indeed left to him by his parents.

"Did they know that they would leave one day?" A sudden thought flashed through Qin Tian's mind, causing a lot of doubts to arise in his heart. In his memory, his parents were just ordinary researchers in a large company, what made them make such a precautionary arrangement?

"Boss, I'll move the equipment back first. Jiang Han began to pack his things. After the box was opened, he didn't even look at it before he was about to leave. He realized that the two strange metal boxes dug up by the old mansion might hide some secrets of the Qin family, and it was best for the leader to deal with them alone.

"Things wait to be moved!" Qin Tian said with a smile, "Open the box and see what's inside, and then help me move upstairs!"

With his son, with his son, in front of his brother who followed him regardless of life and death, Qin Tian felt that trust was far more important than what was in the box.

"Okay!" Jiang Han naturally understood his thoughts.

"To be honest, I'm quite curious. He shrugged his shoulders, dropped the equipment in his hand, and walked towards the first box with Qin Tian.

The box opened and was covered with a layer of cotton cloth. Jiang Han gently peeled off the cotton cloth, and several pieces of porcelain entered the sight of the two, and a quaint atmosphere came to their faces.

"Blue and white porcelain!"

"Tang Sancai!"

"Cloisonné!"

Jiang Han's eyes straightened when he saw it, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

As for Qin Tian, his expression didn't change much, because he knew very little about cultural relics. He even felt that it was just a few pieces of broken porcelain, Jiang Han was too calm. It's just that he doesn't seem to know that his parents actually have a hobby of collecting these things.

"Boss, can you give a reaction?" Jiang Han looked at him with a painful face, "If these antiques are genuine, you will make a fortune!"

"How big is it?Is this thing valuable?" Qin Tian casually picked up a vase and played with it.

"Big brother, my uncle, you take it easy!" Jiang Han hurriedly stepped forward, snatched the vase from his hand and carefully placed it on the ground next to the box.

"If you like it, go back to your room and arrange flowers!" Qin Tian bowed down, ready to move the porcelain out and see what was underneath.

"Don't move!" Jiang Han shouted, "I'll come!"

"Even if it's an antique, you don't have to be in such a hurry, right?" Qin Tian frowned. What was Jiang Han stimulated?

"In 1998, the Zurich auction house auctioned a similar blue and white porcelain for 27 million yuan. Jiang Han pointed to the vase on the ground and sighed.

"In 2001, Christie's auction house auctioned a smaller Tang Sancai for 65 million. Jiang Han took out a statue of a lady from the box and gently put it on the ground, looking like he was not shocking and dead.

In 2007, Rong Baoxuan auctioned a similar cloisonné porcelain bowl for 35 million yuan. Jiang Han held a bowl in both hands and handed it to someone, his eyes were wonderful, as if to say: This thing is for you to eat, I'm afraid you think it's too old, right?

Qin Tian listened silently, and the whole person had already been petrified.

27 million, 65 million, 35 million...... Brother, are you talking about Xuanyuan coins or underworld coins? Do you know that I am very poor now, and you deliberately make me happy?

"These things, should they be fakes?" he sighed faintly, looking at the pile of porcelain on the ground.

He clearly remembered that his family was by no means a wealthy family. After his parents died, the second uncle of the drunkard took him to live a very embarrassing life, and everything he could sell was sold out, so he almost sold the old house. How could such a person collect such precious antiques?

"Whether it's a fake or not, just find a professional agency to identify it. Antiques from the Middle Ages are old and valuable, and each piece must be appraised before being auctioned. Those who make fake antiques, as long as their brains are not flooded, usually do not bother to make a pile of medieval fakes. Jiang Han smiled bitterly.

"If your family is not sick, they probably won't lock a bunch of fakes with a digital lock and then put on a layer of biometrics to ensure safety. He couldn't bear to say this, because if he said it, he might beat him. But that's the way it is, he has no doubt about the value of these few antiques.

"Okay, go back and get one to be identified. Qin Tian nodded.

Jiang Han's words made his mood begin to stir.

After returning to Jincheng, he had a headache about money for the first time in his life.

It takes a lot of money to deal with the aftermath of his comrades, and Huang Yu solves the urgent need.

To avenge the death of a brother, money is needed even more. Those people are hiding all over the world, and if he wants to get rid of them all, he needs to have deep financial resources to support them.

Other places, such as purchasing equipment, renovating old houses, building basements, etc., all have to be paid. At present, almost all the expenses are paid by Huang Yu, but he must pay back the money, and he can't let his brother work for him and lose for him.

"It would be great if these antiques were genuine!" A penny stumped the hero, Qin Tian's gaze fell on the pile of antiques, full of hope.

Under the antiques, there is also a thick layer of cotton cloth, apparently to protect these antiques.

"What's going to happen down here?" Jiang Han calmed down his excitement, took a deep breath, and uncovered the cotton cloth.

Qin Tian saw a pile of brown paper bags.

The two of them took out the paper bags one by one. Underneath the antiques, there is nothing but a brown paper bag.

"Ten bags in total. After the boxes were emptied, Jiang Han quickly counted the number of paper bags.

"Let's dismantle it, but I remind you, no matter what's inside, don't scream anymore!" Qin Tian smiled.

"I'm grass, boss, the whole Shuiyun Street belongs to your family!"

"God, save me, your parents even bought you an island!"

"This... This can't be the legendary black card, right? God, boss, what the hell is your house for?"

When opening the bag, Jiang Han still couldn't help but cry out. The contents of those document bags shocked him deeply. However, his voice was extremely low during the whole process, because everything he saw in front of him was a big secret, a secret that belonged to the leader.

"Jiang Han, why the hell do I look like an explosive account now?" After looking at the document bag in front of him for a long time, Qin Tian looked at Jiang Han and smiled bitterly.

"It's not like. Boss, you're a complete outburst now!" Jiang Han said weakly. Shocked again and again, he was already in a deep state of numbness.

"What will be in that box?" Qin Tian's gaze fell on the other box.

Antiques, real estate, islands, black gold cards, dug up from the Qin family's old house, where are the two boxes, it is simply a man's perfect life.

His parents seem to have arranged his future, and even if there is a super beauty in that box, he won't be surprised now.

Only, where did this amazing wealth come from? Did it have anything to do with the death of their parents? Was the plane crash really an accident?