Chicago O'Hare Airport is the only dual-hub airport in the world, with huge passenger throughput, making it one of the busiest airports on five continents. The various ethnic groups here perform different parting plays every day, so everyone is used to the two oriental faces standing in front of the terminal hall whispering at the moment.

"My lord, I have instructed my servants to prepare everything you need to live in the country, please return to your homeland in the East with confidence." An old man dressed as a tuxedo butler said respectfully to the young man in front of him.

The young man looked at the gray-haired old man, and his expression was a little kind, "An Zhi, you have followed me for many years, you followed me to leave the mainland in the thirty-eighth year of the Republic of China, and you have not been back until today, don't you really want to return to your roots?" ”

The old man shook his head, his voice a little hoarse, "I'm used to life here, and I can't go back." What's more, the property of the adults here also needs to be taken care of by their cronies. Recently, the city of Chicago has been trying to buy the rights to Themagnificentmile, and it can't be done without careful attention! ”

Themagnificentmile is one of Chicago's busiest shopping streets, which was sold during the 1929 stock market crash in the United States, with a market value of billions of dollars. The outside world had always thought that it was an industry owned by the Morgan family in Hart City, but they didn't expect it to belong to the Oriental in front of them. If these media reporters know about this matter, I am afraid that it will be another public opinion storm.

The young man's name is Duanmuci, which is his real name. The young man remembered that his last fake name was Li Quandao, which was chosen for himself by Wang Shouren, the right deputy of the Imperial Court of the Metropolitan Procuratorate in the fourteenth year of Zhengde.

He has lived for two thousand years.

Duanmu Ci patted the old butler on the shoulder, "When the matter here in Chicago is over, you can go to the beach in Virginia to retire, bask in the sun more, live longer, and I will come back to see you when I have time." With that, the young man picked up the black suitcase at his feet and headed for the immigration hall.

"My lord—" The old man looked at Duanmuci's back and couldn't cry.

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After Duanmu Ci boarded the cabin and found his position, without saying a word, he plunged into the crimson high-backed seat of the first-class cabin, and went to Haishan for 14 hours, and it was not enough to survive without sleeping. So in the huge roar of the Boeing 777 twin engines above 30,000 feet, Duanmu Ci fell asleep-

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to 2,000 years ago, to the era when everyone praised the clothes and opened his mouth to the Book of Poetry. At that time, he was still called Duanmu Ci, and after hundreds of years, he learned that later generations liked to call himself Zigong.

Through the faint mist, he seemed to see the teacher who was like a saint and a philosopher, holding a roll of bamboo slips, sitting high on the apricot altar, reciting the elegant words of Wang Ji of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and teaching and solving doubts for the three thousand disciples.

"Give!"

The teacher seemed to be calling himself, Duanmu Ci walked over in a daze, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard another voice-

"Sir, sir—"

Duanmuci opened his eyes ignorantly, found that it was a blonde flight attendant calling herself in broken Chinese, got up and looked around, only to find that the other passengers had already left.

It was only with great difficulty that I dreamed of the Master's ......

Duanmu frowned, nodded to the flight attendant, and then lifted the suitcase and left the first-class cabin.

It's just that Duanmuci had a little accident when passing through the immigration hall of Pudong Airport, because the entry and exit records on the passport showed that Duanmuci had never been to China, which made the airport staff who handled business at the counter suspicious, and it took a lot of effort to let Duanmuci enter the customs smoothly.

"My life files are all forged by the world's top teams, how can there be any mistakes?" Duanmu Ci shook his head secretly.

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The Chinese New Year has just passed, and it is a light winter weather, and the Huangpu River is filled with large chunks of white ice, and the old iron ships that sail out of the harbor do not hesitate to smash the ice floes while emitting a screeching whistle. On both sides of the surging river are rows of high-rise buildings, and the crystal clear floor like a glass palace is like a huge flag, hanging upside down in the black and blue sky.

Duanmu Ci wore a long black trench coat with a delicate cashmere scarf around his neck, and there was nothing from the tips of his hair to his fingertips that was not delicate to the extreme. But his eyes were very dull, just looking at this prosperous scenery in a daze, feeling very disillusioned.

In his impression, Puxi is certainly very prosperous, but the night sea and mountains of Dayangchang were also ten miles of neon, so he was not very surprised. What really made him feel disillusioned was Pudong, Duanmu Ci never expected that the desolate place that was incomparably desolate and had no grass to grow now is now so rich!

Duanmu Ci still remembers that when Du Yuesheng invited him to sit on the bank of the Huangpu River in Puxi to drink, he pointed to Pudong and said with a smile, "I'd rather have a bed in Puxi than a room in Pudong!" And now that time has passed, Pudong, which was so desolate that it could run horses, has become a first-class prosperous place on the earth today.

Time has left his memories in the dusty museum.

"Mr. Duanmu—" A voice came from behind him.

Duanmu Ci turned around and saw that it was several middle-aged men in black suits and briefcases calling themselves, who looked no different from the countless white-collar workers in Haishan City.

And they call themselves "Mr. Duanmu", which means that they don't know their details. Duanmu Ci was very satisfied with this, so he nodded, "Let's go." ”

Parked on the side of the road was a Phaeton, which looked like a regular Passat. An old monster like Duanmu Ci, who has lived for more than 2,000 years, has naturally long passed the age of showing off and showing off, and being a low-key talent is the royal way of Confucius's teachings.

The car drove all the way, and after a while, I came to Jingyuan, a high-end community located along the Huangpu River.

This is the river-view room that the old housekeeper in Chicago chose for Duanmu.

The house is very large, about 600 square meters on the upper and lower floors, it is a large double-storey duplex structure, and the height of each floor is equivalent to the two floors of an ordinary house, in other words, Duanmuci lived alone on four floors, but it looked like two floors - two floors.

The wooden furniture structure and the black and white lacquered wall style make the whole house look very simple, and even have a little retro style. Duanmu Ci spun around casually, then sat down on the arc corner sofa in the hall, and opened the buttons of the suitcase.

There were more than a dozen pieces of paper and a few small books in the suitcase, Duanmu Ci flipped through them casually, and found that there was nothing special, nothing more than some information to prove identity and education, as well as driver's licenses and the like. These things are ordinary, but they're important.

Duanmuci once met some Chinese students in the United States, and those students told him that without these things, you would not be able to move an inch in China.

Duanmuci, who had already made up his mind to return to China, had secretly paid attention to it since then and prepared these things, and now they finally came in handy.

He picked out a few of the important documents, then put the rest back in his suitcase.

Duanmu Ci casually put the suitcase on the low coffee table, but suddenly found that there was a blue and white porcelain on the coffee table, which looked familiar......

Duanmu Ci remembered that this blue and white porcelain vase was personally taken out of the kiln in Jingdezhen in the 21st year of Chenghua in the Ming Dynasty, and there was an inscription written by the kiln owner at that time, which was really a rare treasure.

It's just that...... Why is it here?

Duanmuci has lived for more than 2,000 years, and the antiques he has accumulated are something that those so-called collectors dare not imagine at all, that is, the British Royal Museum, Duanmuci also dares to compare with it, not to mention the small family of the Palace Museum.

It's just that because there are too many, coupled with the war in the late Qing Dynasty, Duanmu Ci hid these antiques in batches, but he didn't expect that a small part of them would be taken out by the old housekeeper to decorate the house, which is really overkill. I really don't know what kind of cute expressions those collectors will look like when they know about it......

Duanmuci raised his head and looked around-

The hanging on the left wall should be Wang Xizhi's book, and the wine jug on the coffee table seems to have been given to him by Li Bai when he was drinking in the Huren wine shop in Chang'an East City; The few pieces of ceramics placed on the porch seem to be Tang Sancai that have long been lost...... Well, and there, the jade ornament hanging on the doorknob should be the work of Lu Zigang, a master of jade carving in the Ming Dynasty......

And all of that-

If there are experts in archaeology and antiquities, they will be surprised to find that many treasures that have long been lost or destroyed in historical records and ancient notes are still lying here unharmed, becoming an inconspicuous decoration......

What a terrible thing......

Duanmuci didn't know the level of housing prices in China, he just vaguely felt that if he sold all these "decorations" and "furniture", he could probably buy several such "scenic gardens".

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