The treasures in the study, the "Genealogy Family Book" and other important things, Qin Xuan had already taken them, and they were still in Sumeru to carry with him, and what was left in this room were some large and small jars that had been handed down from an unknown age and were pasted with ghost talismans.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Li, are you okay?"

Xue Bao found out that he was in trouble, so he didn't dare to scare him anymore, hid his demon power and body, and hid to the side.

Soon, Xiao Li woke up, there was nothing wrong with his body, but he was still a little restless, so the foreman asked him to go to the hospital for a check-up, and the expenses came to him for reimbursement.

"Boss, here ... ”

"We're here, go ahead!"

Xiao Li left, but the broken house that was suddenly knocked out: "This is the place, what should I do?"

The foreman walked in, and immediately smelled a musty smell, and at this time, several workers also began to observe the small but not small room.

"Boss, what are these, jars of pickles?"

The jar in the man's hand was the size of a football ball, and two pieces of rune paper were pasted on it, and when the foreman saw it, he hurriedly said, "You all be careful! Who knows if these things are antiques, and if they are broken, we can't afford to lose all our money!"

"Ancient, antique?

"Haven't you seen Jianbao, some broken cans that are not good-looking are worth millions, or even hundreds of millions. "The foreman didn't think about anything at all, he just wanted to find a safe place to put away the jars at once.

"But do you really want to build a shed for these cans?"

"Nonsense! People pay so much money, what's wrong with building a shed? If the next construction breaks them, the owner comes back, and it's really antiques, it's not afraid of 10,000 just in case, and how many times have I told you, to do our job, we have to check every wire, every tile, understand?"

"Understood. ”

"Then don't go to work quickly! Xiao Li is gone, we have to get his share back, and work overtime tonight!"

"Huh?"

"Ah what, if anyone is also afraid of ghosts, you can do without salary, and then go to the hospital with Xiao Li to check your brain!" After finishing speaking, the foreman said to a certain worker: "Xiao Wang, send Mr. Zhang a few photos of this place later, and ask him to design it quickly, and when we finish building the house, we can also decorate it immediately." ”

"Oh, good. ”

"Toot toot. ”

Not long after, in a hotel in Nanami City, two well-dressed bigwigs who knew at a glance that they were successful people were chatting about their feelings at the wine table.

"Lao Liu, are you still so busy when you go out to eat together?"

"No, alas, it's just an old friend who asked me to help with a design drawing. ”

"What blueprint?"

"What else could it be, decoration. ”

"Yo, who can invite you Master Zhang, come on, come on, I have to take a look. ”

"What kind of master is not a master, just eat with a mouthful of food," Mr. Zhang said: "Okay, okay, give it to you, it's such a big boss, and you still come to bury me." ”

The two have been friends for many years, and at this time, it was only because of drinking that they started to joke with each other, but...

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the boss's hand holding the phone suddenly trembled, and his face changed.

"What's wrong with you, Wang?"

"Wait, you wait," Boss Wang enlarged the picture, and then carefully looked at the clay pots that were photographed in the corner of the photo: "Hey, this, what is this?"

"What?"

Mr. Zhang looked at the jar in this photo in surprise, only to hear Boss Wang say: "Where is this, you can take me to see it." ”

"What's wrong?"

"This jar, yes, but it can't be called a jar, it's porcelain. ”

"Ah? This is black, it's porcelain? Lao Wang, are you sure it's porcelain, not pottery?"

"Yes, although this thing is a little darker, it should be porcelain, and it is not ordinary porcelain. "Boss Wang is not only a businessman, he is also a collector, and he is particularly interested in ceramic antiques.

Of course, he didn't want to take it for himself.

As a collector, at his point, curiosity is far more attractive than money.

Soon, the two of them came from the center of Qihai City to Baishui Village, which is located on the outskirts of Qihai City, when Boss Wang saw these black clay pots with his own eyes and touched them with his own hands, he finally determined his thoughts: "It's porcelain, and it's porcelain with a firing process that is very close to the perfect stage, but how is this possible?"

Primitive porcelain has existed more than 3,000 years ago, but the porcelain at that time had no appreciation value at all.

But this one in Boss Wang's hands is completely different, it is very ancient, looking at the style, it has a history of at least two or three thousand years, because this is not like a handicraft in the Shang and Zhou styles at all.

"It's unbelievable that such craftsmanship is so old. Could it be that as early as 3,000 years ago, the Chinese people were able to fire such perfect porcelain: "If this thing were to be lost, it would definitely cause a controversy in the archaeological community." ”

"So," Mr. Zhang doesn't understand this, he is a great designer himself, and more money is useless to him, he is already very satisfied: "This thing is very valuable?"

"What is valuable, don't use the word money to insult it, this is a work of art!" Although the shape of this clay pot is very peculiar and unheard of, this does not affect Boss Wang's appreciation of its beauty: "It is a priceless treasure, and it is another major discovery that people recognize in history!"

"Lao Wang, this is someone else's thing, you must not... ”

"What do you think of me!"

"I don't want this thing, it doesn't have any use for me, what I want to know most now is the origin of this thing, and the story behind it," said Boss Wang, "but it depends on the meaning of the owner's family." ”

"Handed over to the state?"

"Turn in a fart!" Boss Wang said, "This is not dug out of the soil, people have hidden it in the house for hundreds of years, something that has been passed down from the ancestors." ”

In this way, Boss Wang sat directly in the iron boron pile full of jars, he looked at this for a while, looked at that for a while, and couldn't put each one down, finally, he couldn't help it, and said, "Lao Zhang, go back first." ”

"What about you?"

"I'm going to be here, waiting for the owner of these things to come back. ”

"Why are you waiting for him to come back?"

"Of course, for the first time, ask him the origin of these things!" "Boss Wang is very rich, he is almost sixty years old now, money has long been meaningless to him, for him, looking for the treasures contained in history is the most valuable thing in his next life.