Back at the villa, Stinky Bao routinely called Hailan to report the trip, and Zou Kai had to chat a few words.

Arranged for the children to fall asleep, Yang Ping and Ningning, the two of them were secretly tired of being together, and just after entering the port, Yang Ping's phone rang.

"I hate it, I still call so late......" Ning Ning was dissatisfied, and twisted Xiao Yang.

Yang Ping fell to the side in a dejected manner, picked up the phone and saw that it was Director Jiang: "Hey, Director Jiang, don't forget to work so late?" "Director Jiang has definitely heard the news of the ink demon.

"Hehe, Xiao Yang, excuse me." Curator Jiang was embarrassed, "I heard that Curator Yin said that you found a set of ink demons?" Seven Birds Ink Demon? ”

"Oh, that's the case, but that's just Ms. Lin's unilateral identification, maybe it's a fabrication." Yang Ping leaned up, put on a more comfortable posture, and put his arm around Ningning.

Director Jiang habitually tapped his fingers on the tabletop: "Hehe, I haven't seen what you take out your hand is a fabrication, what's the matter, you don't want us to see it?" ”

"Director Jiang, we are actually the best partners, you think, fortunately, I only like to play miscellaneous things, and I just like the toys in my hand, and I am not interested in those antiques, those objects are just visible RMB to me. Otherwise, you won't see a lot of things. ”

"Hehe, you don't have to say the same thing, in fact, you are very patriotic, but you are not good at expressing it." Director Jiang was moved.

"Hehe," Yang Ping was a little dizzy when he was touted, "It's not so lofty, there are some things I can complain about, but I can't see outsiders say more than half of it." ”

"That's right," Curator Jiang pulled open the desk drawer. Remove a file bag. "You want a visa. And those things that don't make sense are all done, when are you leaving? What are you still doing here? I'm waiting for your good news. ”

Yang Ping was most concerned about the things that were out of tune: "So fast? "He remembered the matter of the European castle, and first made a foreshadowing: "Don't worry, I have to wait for the children to start school before they can go out, but according to the clues I traced, some of the Tanglin treasures are buried in an ancient castle, and it is estimated that they have no right to enter." Director Chiang. You also know that digging a pit for treasure hunting is not a small project, and it is not okay to be sneaky. ”

Director Jiang is a little stupid, in the castle? Or Europe, this foreign-related, anxious: "Then what to do?" Alas, these things were originally our country, but now they seem to be in the dark. ”

"Well, I want to personally fund the purchase of that castle," Yang Ping showed his fox tail. "The amount of money needed is large, and you don't think that's going to work. If you find the Tanglin relics, you can discuss with the bureau to give me a subsidy, if you can't find it, I will be cheap, and buy more office properties. ”

Director Jiang was moved: "Xiao Yang, you really understand the righteousness, but it's too exaggerated to buy an ancient castle, right?" Do you have that much money? I remember that most of your money was invested in the Koike Foundation. ”

Yang Ping paused for a moment and organized the language: "In fact, the castle is not as expensive as we imagined, at most one million euros." Hiss ......" was harassed by Tranquility.

"Huh? What happened to you? This is not much, so if you find the Tanglin relics, we will go through the repurchase process and look at the value of the relics. Director Jiang really wanted to reduce Yang Ping's losses, so he took a sip of tea from a purple sand cup.

"Oh, look at the value of the relics? According to the clues, it is very likely that it is the tourmaline lotus! Yang Ping threw out the bait.

"Poof! Ahem......" Curator Jiang choked lightly, his face was red and his neck was thick, "If it's that thing, the ancient castle state-owned assets bought it for you!" ”

Waiting for this, Yang Ping smiled: "That's so embarrassing." ”

Curator Jiang rolled his eyes: "Just don't talk nonsense, and this time, come and bring those rare books and ink demons!" Well, the repurchase price of rare books has been said, let's talk about it after the ink demon appraisal, if it's really not good to give the price, what do you think? ”

"I don't care if the money is not rich, if you look at it, it must only be me who suffers," Yang Ping looked at it, money and foreign things, and there were a lot of opportunities, not in this and a half. No matter how much money is given for good things, it is a loss of conscience to flow overseas. He is the kind of person who is a little rich and safe, since he is already a little rich, he has to pursue something higher, can't he be a personal * big representative * watch? Uh, a little retching, or forget it, "Director Jiang, let me make another small request?" ”

Director Jiang was angry and funny, and this guy's request couldn't be put on the table: "You say, I think you're embarrassed to say something messy this time." ”

"Uh......" Yang Ping choked for a moment, too faceless, "Director Jiang, I like firearms very much, do you see if it's possible to ......"

"No way!" Director Jiang interrupted directly, "You still want a gun license?" Guns are ominous things, gentlemen are not standing under the wall, people with a little money are afraid that they can't stay away from these rights and wrongs, why do you still rush up to make up? ”

Yang Ping pinched Tranquility's ass stupidly: "Did I say I had a gun license?" I mean, um...... Have a firearms license ......"

Director Jiang was stunned: "That's not the same!" ”

"It's different, I want to collect the world's famous guns, famous guns, of course it's a good gun, you just let me shoot the target, I have to be? I've seen that there is a precedent in China that private shooting ranges are opened, but the firearms are very inferior. I want to open a private gun museum, like a military museum, the scale will not be that big, well, it's not open to the public, it's just for my own fun. Doesn't the northern *industrial* company still export firearms......" Yang Ping chattered.

Director Jiang pinched his eyebrows, and had a headache: "You don't have to think about this, it's impossible, when will you be able to get to Jingbei?" ”

"Really?" Yang Ping was disappointed, "Alas, I will arrive tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." ”

"Let's talk about the specific situation, pay attention to safety on the road, do you need me to send someone to protect you?"

"No, I'm not sure how to get there, I have a work permit from the Cultural Relics Administration, and it's no problem to carry ancient books on a plane." Yang Ping hung up the phone happily.

Tranquility listened to the eyes full of little stars, what height has this stinky man reached? The state pays for the private purchase of castles? The country's *leader* doesn't have this treatment? A woman's *desire* desire is easily infected by these foreign objects, and Yang Ping choked after tossing all night, basically holding on to the wall and returning to the house.

Dawn in Garching. There was only a hint of brightness in the sky. The air is humid. It's not too hot, and everyone is still asleep. Yang Ping simply didn't sleep, and after taking a bath, he suddenly felt the need to exercise and exercise, and his body was so good that his wife and junior liked it. He went to the car to change into sneakers, put on Bluetooth headphones, and listened to music and jogged aimlessly.

Before I knew it, I ran to Yuehe Ancient Street, where I had dinner yesterday. Okay, go buy some snacks and go back to breakfast for them.

Near the ancient street, I saw that the people of Jiaxing were so industrious? Not to mention that the economy here is developing faster than the mainland.

After running for three kilometers, he moved around, relaxed his muscles, and walked into the ancient streets. Oh, I wish it was a ghost market! The alleys are full of stalls on both sides, and many customers trade with antique dealers with flashlights.

He walked around and walked through the alley to a small square paved with bluestone slabs. There are also stalls full of stalls to buy everything. Jade, agate, porcelain, purple sand, bamboo, miscellaneous......

Yang Ping took a fancy to a kiln ashtray in an uncle's stall, this ashtray is simple in shape, like a small tea cup, there is a small table for smoking on the edge, and the rose purple flashes with azure, which is very good-looking.

"Uncle, what's the price of this thing?" Yang Ping turned off the music and asked.

"Oh, this is a good thing, during the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, this is called kiln porcelain, Jun kiln in the Song Dynasty has heard of it, right? This is the imitation of the Yongzheng period, you see the glaze of these bright colors and red intertwined stripes, like flames, this is the "flame green". The soles of this foot ...... "Uncle gushing endlessly."

Yang Ping was afraid that the uncle would tell him another Yongzheng official kiln, so he hurriedly stopped: "How much is this thing?" ”

Uncle gestured: "If you really want it, it's good to have 6,000."

"Twenty."

"You can see clearly that this is the Yongzheng official kiln ......"

"Ok, the ashtray of Yongzheng Guan Kiln, forty, if you can't sell it, I'll leave."

"Add a little more, don't talk about eighty...... Okay, take it, take it. Seeing Yang Ping get up to leave, the uncle hurriedly shouted, this day has just been polished, open the business, and ask for a profit.

Before the snacks were put out, Yang Ping put the ashtray in his pocket and trotted back.

The villa was very lively, and the workers in Zhao Bo's family made breakfast, which was very hearty and light, typical of the taste of southerners.

After breakfast, Yang Ping and Ning Ning were about to go back with their four children, and Uncle Zhao's family hoped that Yang Ping could stay for a few more days, but his schedule was very tight, so he couldn't stay longer.

Zou Kai and his family were busy taking care of the big ones and taking care of the small ones, and they also had to negotiate export quotas with Europe, so it was really not a good time to entertain guests, so they could only make an appointment with Yang Ping to meet in Europe in September, so they said goodbye.

On the return trip, Yang Ping sat in the co-pilot with his legs crossed as an uncle, and he proudly put the kiln into an ashtray on the driver's platform as an ashtray: "See, this is Yongzheng's ashtray, bought at forty." ”

Tranquility was also surprised: "Really? Did you miss it again? ”

"Fake!" Yang Ping took a puff of cigarette and rolled his eyes, "I ran past the ancient street in the morning, there was a ghost market, the stall owner fooled me and said that this is the Yongzheng official kiln, this is the new ashtray in Jingdezhen, you see there is a circle of English at the bottom, made in China, but I like it." ”

Tranquility smiled happily and hit it easily: "You guys are really not good people who play antiques......

"Businessmen are like this, otherwise how can they look down on businessmen in ancient times, cunning ......" Yang Ping looked down on, he was a working class with red roots.

Jiaxing is 100 kilometers away from Huhai, and the four children arrived home before they finished watching a movie.

Tranquility sent a few children upstairs to carry things, not heavy, some snacks and their own gifts, mainly to make room for the two adults.

I don't know when I'll see each other again when I'm separated this time, and Tranquility suddenly regretted my mention the day before yesterday, what is a partner?! What she wants is a man who can give her and her a family, but how is it possible? The irresponsible man in front of him laughed so hatefully, but he couldn't quit. She scratched her hair in distress and puffed out her eyes hatefully: "I put on that ring, I remember that there is a woman in Huhai who put a ring on you......"

Yang Ping also scratched his head: "Didn't you say that you were a good partner?" Ah, don't screw it...... Woo, don't bite, I can't explain when I go back......"

A few children jumped back to the yard, Yang Ping covered his mouth with one hand and pressed the horn with the other: "Get in the car and get in the car, it's too dangerous here, let's go back to Mars quickly." ”

Tranquility hugged Nannan and smiled happily, shaking her hand: "Stinky Bao, Lei Lei, Rui Rui, if you want to come to Auntie, you want your mother to bring you here." ”

Stinky Bao stuck out his head: "Well, Aunt Ning, I'll call Nan Nan when the time comes, goodbye." ”

"Goodbye ......" (To be continued......