Chapter Eighty-Seven: Ancient Paintings That Were Buried

"If it weren't for your honesty, I would have kicked you out a long time ago!" After a pause, Meimu glanced at Liu Dong, and said angrily: "Now it seems that your honesty at the beginning was all pretended, and you are still as bad as those men outside!"

"What's more!" Liu Dong said with a wry smile in his heart, now he finally understood what was going on with women's psychological change. Look at the things you come to have nothing to do with them, they can all get involved.

Although he doesn't have much experience in love, Liu Dong now thinks it's better not to continue talking about this topic.

Seeing that Liu Dong didn't answer, Wang Qiang glared at him and didn't say anything. However, the warm atmosphere between the two has increased a lot.

The two of them ate very slowly at this meal, and perhaps both of them cherished this opportunity to communicate with each other sincerely.

However, what made Liu Dong feel a pity in his heart was that after Wang Qiang finished cleaning up the tableware, she went back to her room directly, without giving Liu Dong the opportunity to expand the fruits of victory again. It made Liu Dong, who had the heart to take advantage of this kiss, to return to his room helplessly.

After closing the door and removing the kraft paper from the two stacks of newly bought books, Liu Dong placed them one by one on the bookshelf at the head of his bed. Looking at the alarm clock placed at the head of the bed, the time was just after 8 o'clock, and it was still very early for him to rest.

Thinking of the ancient paintings he had picked up from the Black Tiger Gang this afternoon, Liu Dong's heart was hot, and he hurriedly walked to his already somewhat old desk, took out a stool, turned on the lamp at the foot of the table by the way, and then took out the ancient paintings placed in the mustard seed space.

Carefully spread the thick linen roll again, five lifelike cranes of different shapes appeared in his eyes again, and after a beating of his eyebrows, the reality of the whole painting was clearly presented in his mind again.

Soon his face also showed a deep color of excitement. Now, perhaps only he, a person with the ability to see through, knows that in fact, these five white cranes are not the whole of this ancient painting, but a little more than a third of the whole painting. The rest is folded underneath the surface of the painting.

And the thick linen cloth used to frame the painting is also well concealed, because the thickness of the ancient painting is increased by folding. Let a famous painting that should have been passed down through the ages and praised by the world be hidden in this way, and turned into an anonymous ancient painting that is just a good painter, and its value has dropped significantly.

Moreover, the framing of this ancient painting is really too poor. Although Liu Dong has been circulating in China for nearly 2,000 years, and even has a little mystery about the framing process, he still knows some general things. Generally speaking, the framing of ancient paintings, the backing generally has a special backing paper in modern times, and it is Juan in ancient times, but this is a linen cloth that has never been used by predecessors, and even because of the long time, the two poles of heaven and earth have long been rotten. Slightly reassuring is that the painting heart is still well maintained, although there are a large number of blue-gray mold spots, but it is finally not damaged, which is really a great luck in misfortune.

"It seems that we should find a clever framing master and reframe this painting!" Liu Dong's right hand unconsciously stroked the old picture, thinking secretly in his heart.

After three years in Quancheng Antique City, Liu Dong has also heard a lot about the mounting of ancient paintings, and he knows that the masters of these traditional mounting techniques passed down from generation to generation can pass dozens of processes such as guò to support the painting core, cutting, inlaying, covering the back, and going down the wall, so that a broken ancient painting can glow not inferior to the original appearance when it was just born.

With an idea in his heart, Liu Dong admired the picture again, and then took it back into his mustard seed space again.

Subsequently, Liu Dong listened to the movement outside, and after noticing that Wang Qiang was still in his bedroom and did not come out, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment. Then he reached out and took down the history of Chinese paintings he bought during the day from the bookshelf, and then leaned back against the bedside and opened it to read.

As time passed little by little, it was ten o'clock in the evening unconsciously, of course, for most young people in the city, 10 o'clock is their happy time, but for Liu Dong, who has maintained his work and rest habits since leaving home, 10 o'clock is already the time for him to prepare for rest.

So, feeling a little sleepy, and then after checking the time, Liu Dong closed the book, put it on the bedside table, put the pillow down, and didn't take off his clothes, just closed his eyes.

Liu Dong's sleep quality has always been very good, and after not resting well last night, he quickly entered the dream when he was a little tired.

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"Bang, ......bang!" A fine piece of blue and white porcelain collided with the hard floor and turned into flying shards. At this moment, Han Lei had no intention of stopping.

"Bastard, that hateful hillbilly, I will never let him go, never!" After kicking away the sofa pillow that fell to the ground next to his feet, Han Lei hunched his waist slightly, snorted heavily, and roared with red eyes.

Seeing his crazy appearance, Han Zhong, who was standing next to him, sighed secretly in his heart, compared to his father, Han Lei was too far behind in terms of personal ability and cultivation. In the future, if the Han Group is handed over to such a person, I am afraid that the Han family will not be far from dilapidation.

But that's not what he, a subordinate, should care about. His duty is also to protect Han Lei's personal safety.

Of course, there is Wang Lin who has the same idea as him, but he and the Han Group are just a relationship between hiring and being employed, so at this moment, his eyes when he looked at Han Lei were full of disdain.

"Goo Dong ......!" After kicking the sofa over, probably because he had consumed too much body, Han Lei finally stopped the destruction that he had been doing for more than half an hour. However, at this moment, the original luxurious hotel VIP suite has long been destroyed by him. In addition to the doors and windows are still in good condition, sofas, televisions, tables and chairs, and various decorations have long been crooked and broken.

"Han Zhong, I know you have a way. Kill that kid for me, I want him dead!" Han Lei turned his head to stare at Han Zhong who was standing on the side with a distorted expression, and roared in a low voice.

Since he was a child, he has never suffered such a big loss on a person, not only making him lose face in front of so many people, but also losing the 30 million funds that his father gave him, Han's jewelry is ready to purchase wool at the Quancheng Gambling Stone Conference this time. What made him feel even more unbearable was that the person who disgraced him was still a hillbilly whose identity could not be compared to him at all. Moreover, this person can also be said to be his rival in love. This undoubtedly made Han Lei, who had been smooth sailing since he was a child and had never suffered any big losses, even more unbearable.

Looking at the crazy look on his face, Han Zhong frowned, after seeing Wang Haitao's attitude towards Liu Dong in the gambling game this afternoon, it has become impossible to retaliate against Liu Dong with ** means in Quancheng. Therefore, Han Lei's plan to pay more money last night for the Black Tiger Gang to teach Liu Dong a lesson again has also not worked.

But despite this, it is impossible for Han Zhong to agree with Han Lei's plan, you must know that if he really does what Han Lei explains, it will be a real crime, and murder will pay for his life. However, looking at the current appearance of this eldest young master, he was obviously stimulated by the fact that he lost the gamble in full view of everyone this afternoon, and if he didn't give him an answer now, I am afraid that he would not be able to quiet down this eldest young master who made him feel extremely headache.

And just when Han Zhong racked his brains to come up with an idea to appease Han Lei, the originally closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"Who let you in, you don't even dare to listen to Young Master Ben's words, you want to die, don't you?" Han Lei, who was facing the door with his back, scolded without knowing his head after hearing the sound of the door opening.

Now his heart is on fire? These people who don't know what to do dare to hit the muzzle of their guns. But when he turned around and wanted to continue the anger of this subordinate who didn't understand the rules, the expression on his face was stunned, and after taking a closer look at the visitor, the original arrogant appearance immediately disappeared, replaced by an unusually deferential expression.