Old Man Yun had a breezy expression on his face, he glanced at Lu Zhizi, and asked Ao Wenchang, "Brother Zitong, who is this?"

Ao Muyang hurriedly introduced: "Oh, I forgot to say, this is my lawyer, Ms. Lu." ”

As soon as he heard this, Old Man Yun showed a sudden realization on his face: "It turned out to be a lawyer Xiaoyou, no wonder the questions raised are so insightful and disrespectful." ”

As he spoke, he bowed his hand to the deer.

Lu Zhizi bowed slightly in response, even saying that he didn't dare.

Old Man Yun took a sip of tea and said: "You are right, our country does have such laws and policies, but although this house was demolished in the capital, it was actually shipped from India, because it does not belong to our national cultural heritage, so it can be demolished and entered into the market." ”

He went on to say: "The discovery of this house is a coincidence, it was seen by chance by an insider from an old village in India, and it has been rumored in our circle for a long time. ”

"What you see in an ordinary village?" Lu Zhizi asked rhetorically.

The old man nodded, and Lu Zhizi said: "But as far as I know, rosewood and sandalwood are exclusively enjoyed by princes and nobles in India, and will never spread to the people." And we know that since the Mauryan Dynasty, slavery has been practiced in India, and even if there are really small leaves of red sandalwood among the people, they have all been plundered by the nobles, after all these years, how can this house be preserved to this day?"

was asked by her repeatedly, the old man was a little impatient, and said: "I don't know this, India is so large, there are always houses hidden in the deep mountains and old forests and other places, and they will not be discovered by the princes and nobles, which is normal." ”

Lu Zhizi said: "But red sandalwood is a national treasure of ancient India, and it is very well-known among the people. In particular, as you said, this house is decorated with a lot of rosewood, which shows that the owner knows its material, so why does he dare to keep it privately?"

Maybe he just likes rosewood, and would rather risk killing his head to observe and appreciate it himself. The old man said dryly.

After that, he seemed to find this convincing not very convincing, so he added: "You see, in ancient times, there were many famous people and doctors in our country who risked their heads to collect and preserve the calligraphy and paintings of the previous dynasty, right?"

Lu Zhizi said: "Yes, but you said that those scholars are collecting things from the previous dynasty." But these small leaves of red sandalwood were used to build the house and decorate the house, and it was so exposed, isn't the owner afraid that someone will see it and report it to the official?"

Old Man Yun waved his hand and said, "Who knows? Maybe he's just not afraid." Forget it, let's not talk about this, how can we know what's going on?"

He shifted the topic to Ao Wenchang: "Little friend Zitong, if you can't trust the old man, you can go to the street and find a cultural and entertainment expert to help you identify it, how about it?"

Ao Muyang said: "You don't have to look for it on the street, I'll call a friend of mine......"

"Does this friend of yours know Xiaoye Rosewood?" asked Mr. Yun.

Ao Muyang said: "He plays collecting, he should know something, right?"

"Hongyang play collection friends, I know all those who have a little qualification, what is your friend's name?"

"Cheng Deming. ”

Hearing this name, the corners of Mr. Yun's eyes jumped, and then he took a deep breath and waved his hand: "Oh, it turned out to be Brother Cheng's friend......"

The young man took out a mobile phone from the counter and gave it to the old man: "Mr. Yun, someone called you." ”

The old man apologized, went to answer the phone, and when he came back, he said with a regretful face: "I'm sorry, friends, this piece of wood was ordered by one of my old customers, I'm afraid you have to go to another place to see." ”

Ao Wenchang was anxious and said, "What? We are here, how can he ......?"

Su Xiuxiu pulled him by the hand, and said softly but not humbly or arrogantly: "Okay, then thank you Mr. Yun for your hospitality, it seems that this piece of wood has nothing to do with us, let's go to another house to take a look." ”

Out of the door of Chengmeizhai, Ao Wenchang said: "Embroidery, why should we let it out?"

"Are you stupid in the civil service exam?" Su Xiuxiu said angrily, "I may have married a fool, can't you see that the wood is a fake?!"

Ao Wenchang said: "I'm not brainless, there is indeed a problem with the conversation between Mr. Yun and Teacher Lu, but this does not prove that there is a problem with the wood." ”

Ao Muyang said: "It just has a problem, and the so-called Mr. Yun also has a problem, what is his origin?"

"One of the best cultural and entertainment appraisers in the Red Ocean, he has a deep attainment in strange wood......"

Ao Muyang sneered: "Nonsense, I put my bracelet under his nose and he didn't recognize what it was, can you say that he has a deep knowledge in Qimu?"

When Cheng Deming saw his bracelet, he immediately saw the doorway, and Cheng Deming was only a collector, not an expert in Qimu research.

They walked around the antique street again, and at this time Cheng Deming called Ao Muyang back.

really let him talk, Cheng Deming was on the plane before, so the mobile phone was turned off, and after getting off the plane, he found that Ao Muyang had called him and called him back.

Hearing that they were in the antique street, Cheng Deming suddenly laughed: "What are you doing on the street of liars? Do you know the tricks of deception? If you want to buy small leaf red sandalwood, then when I go back to Hongyang to introduce you to a reliable friend, there is no reliable one in the entire antique street!"

In that case, there is no point in them staying here any longer.

Ao Muyang accompanied Lu Zhizi to buy school supplies, and the young couple went to the county first and brought something back to their parents' house.

The four of them walked to the corner of the street and just separated, when the two men suddenly pushed and shoved:

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you, what's the matter?"

"Look at your paralysis, you can give Lao Tzu another look!"

"Margobi, you have a lot of balls!"

After just a few words of exchange, the two big men began to scuffle, and the bald man who spoke first kicked the man in the tank top and shorts in the chest.

The man in the vest didn't stand firm and staggered into Ao Muyang, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Ao Muyang, and the bald man rushed over and raised his foot to kick someone again: "Beat you up!"

Ao Muyang was about to dodge, but the man in the vest seemed to be really cowardly, grabbing his arm and hiding behind him, which dragged him into the battle.

The bald man kicked the air more and more fiercely, he pointed at Ao Muyang and said, "The paralyzed little white face is rolling aside, aren't you two together?"

Ao Muyang grabbed the man in the vest, he stared at the bald man and said, "I'm not in a group with him, but the two of you are in a group, right?"

The man in the vest kept grabbing his arm, and the people around him looked at him and felt like he was hiding next to Ao Muyang after being scared, but in fact, this was not the case, he felt it as soon as he got his hands on Ao Muyang, this thing was grabbing the string of Bai Qinan bracelet on his wrist, and he was playing his own bracelet when he got started!