It was late at night, and Dongcheng Street, which was past two o'clock in the morning, was quiet - the ghost market had not yet begun.

Bao Rong Zhai, after eating supper, Jiang Hua returned to the store, there was a small space behind the shelf, and there was a long desk, which was added after he crossed the "takeover" Bao Rong Zhai, and installed a shadowless lamp on the operating table on the top - whether it is used to identify or restore antiques, it is a very useful thing.

Wipe the table clean, wash his hands, and then carefully dry his hands with a towel, Jiang Hua opened the box he brought back from Fang Zhong and pulled out a scroll from it.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Hua calmed down for a moment before slowly spreading out the scroll.

Horizontal, vertical, apostrophe, pinch, hook...... Looking at the familiar strokes, Jiang Hua couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and his eyes were a little moist. The words on the fragments under the light seem to come to life, even if they are the remnants left by the fire, they tell the past, tell the vicissitudes of history.

Jiang Hua couldn't help but stretch out his hand and press it on the word, moving along the strokes, and slowly he felt as if he was like Zhao Mengfu who watched the Lanting Pavilion nearly a thousand years ago.

"Lanting stickers are self-determined...... There is a ...... in the world The Bogu people thought ...... Yu Beixing 342 days, autumn and winter ......"

Jiang Hua, who was concentrating, didn't notice that when his fingers slid along the handwriting, a faint trace of black, which was almost invisible to the naked eye, slowly went up his index finger, stopping at the back of his hand, first like an ink line on the back of his right hand to form a handwriting, and then condensed into a ball, like a small stone.

"Ahh

There was a tingling pain on the back of his hand, Jiang Hua let out a soft scream, woke up from his trance, looked down, and found that there was a faint black mass on the back of his hand.

"How can there be bruises? When did it knock? ”

Jiang Hua rubbed it and found that there was nothing unusual, so he didn't take it to heart.

"Ahh

Jiang Hua exclaimed, his face changed suddenly, patronizing and appreciating but forgetting something very important.

"This ...... This one...... Could it be that in the current world, the Tokyo Museum of the island country really does not have a collection of "Orchid Pavilion Thirteen Trepidations"? ”

If there are still two jade dragons, it is impossible for "The Thirteen Treks of Lanting Ti" to appear

Calligraphers and painters, especially those who have left their names in history, may have written the same book many times in their lives, but in the end only the one that satisfied them the most, and the rest were burned, and the same is true for Zhao Mengfu.

Changed history yourself? No, maybe this world is not exactly the same as the world I once lived in.

In his previous life, as a restoration expert, Jiang Hua had come into contact with countless antique cultural relics, and every time he saw those things that were damaged for various reasons, he was extremely heartbroken—stone carvings, bronze, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings...... These are living history, is the Chinese nation in thousands of years to create a great civilization of the testimony, whether man-made or natural disasters damage, will make people sad, one of the most painful and helpless is those in the world's major museums and private collectors of antique cultural relics. This is like your own child being raised in someone else's house, not to mention that the child was not given out by himself but was snatched away, and what is even more uncomfortable is that even if he becomes rich and strong later, he can only watch the child not get it back, looking at the antique cultural relics that are properly placed in the glass display case, but his heart is dripping blood.

As early as when he first learned the news of "The Thirteen Journeys of Lanting Ti" from Zhao Tie, Jiang Hua guessed that the antique cultural relics preserved in the museums of other countries in the memories of his previous life were still scattered in this world.

The Red Mountain Jade Dragon and the "Thirteen Treks of the Lanting Post" are now in their own hands, which seems to be a evidence, but in addition to these two documents, the amount of antique cultural relics lost in Huaxia in the previous life, such as the number of sand in the galaxy, what about those treasures? Are they lost like the Red Mountain Jade Dragon and the Thirteen Treks of the Lanting Post?

"Whew!"

Jiang Hua let out a long breath and rubbed his face vigorously with his hands.

If the speculation is true, doesn't it mean that you have a chance to buy those antiques in this world?

"Smack!"

Jiang Hua smacked his mouth lightly - he had such a thought before, but the fact is that even if those antique relics are still lost in this world, what if they are still lost?

Do you really have the ability to accept them one by one? This requires an astronomical amount of money, and he is just a person who runs an antique shop on Dongcheng Street, how can he do such a thing?

Not to mention anything else, I haven't bought "Lanting Ti Thirteen" yet. However, even if it happens again, he will still buy "Rantei Ti Thirteen" - if he doesn't do it tonight, it will definitely be bought by Takashima Kikujiro, and it will most likely end up at the Tokyo Museum in the island country. I can't do anything about other antiques, but "The Thirteen Treks of Lanting Ti" appeared in front of my eyes, don't you stop it? How is it possible to watch it lose overseas?

Jiang Hua stood up and paced slowly.

Zhao Tie is not wrong, Fang Zhong is a second ancestor, if he can't get the money in five days, he can do anything, the other party dares to give himself "Lanting Ti Thirteen", and the contract is torn, that is, he is sure that he is not afraid of regrets, and when the time comes, even if he is bankrupt, he has to make up the money.

Jiang Hua calculated carefully, he only had a million in his hand, and if he barely made it up, it would be less than two million, even if he added Zhao Tie's money, it would not matter, this gap was too big.

Jiang Hua walked to the safe, opened it, and carefully took out an enamel pair of bottles and returned to the long table.

Chinese porcelain in thousands of years of evolution has produced countless fine products, porcelain fetal painting enamel is the most distinctive porcelain in the Qing Dynasty official porcelain, belongs to the glaze color porcelain, Kang, Yong, Qian, three generations have enamel porcelain, each has its own characteristics, the pinnacle of the work is to appear in the Qianlong period, the pair of bottles in front of you belong to the Qianlong Fu Lu Shou bottle, and it is an absolute masterpiece.

"Looks like we're going to have to sell this, I hope you'll agree."

Jiang Hua was silent for a long time, turned his head and glanced at the "Thirteen Treks of the Lanting Post" next to him, and sighed softly, if he had a choice, of course he didn't want to do this, after all, this was something left by Jiang Hua before the crossing, but now it seems that he has no other choice - he can't think of any other way than to sell this pair of things left by himself that belong to his previous life.