"The purpose of collecting is not to invest and make money, but to inherit culture. If you don't have money, you can't stand it. Ren Zhiwei said angrily, in his eyes, this Song carving book is a priceless treasure, and it can't be measured by money at all. In the Ming Dynasty, there was a saying that the Song version of the book was one page and one page of gold. For now, a page of Song edition books, at least more than 10,000 yuan, if there are celebrity approvals, the price is immeasurable.

"Dad, that's your opinion, the fun of collecting lies in the process, but communication is also very important. If Li Fei is not interested in this book and wants to change hands, we can't let him suffer. Ren Jingtian said.

"Less, are you going to sell this book? This book is quite valuable. Ren Zhiwei asked, although he also cherished this book, but he knew that with his net worth, he couldn't even afford half a copy.

"I have to ask Grandpa Wu, I have already given this book to Grandpa Wu." Yu Lifei glanced at Wu Wengu and said lightly. He bought this book for Wu Wengu, and now even if Nanyue's old manuscript is valuable, it has nothing to do with him. This is his principle of life, and it is also the bottom line he adheres to. If he forgets his righteousness for the sake of profit, he will look down on himself in the future.

"Professor Wu!" Ren Zhiwei looked stunned, the value of this book is more than one million, just now he also asked about the situation of Li Fei, he has not found a job yet, and the constraints of life are obvious. But now he insists that he wants to send Nanyue's old manuscript to Wu Wengu, with such a mentality, he thinks he can't do it.

"Less, didn't I tell you? I can't ask for this old manuscript of Nanyue, and I don't dare to ask for it. Although Wu Wengu was very pleased, he still insisted on his opinion.

"Grandpa, if you don't want it, you can give it to me." Wu Kexin said suddenly, she couldn't see Yu Lifei being cheap and selling well, knowing that Grandpa Lu Dao didn't want it, and she pretended to give it to him. This made her feel that Yu Lifei was not as kind and upright as she originally thought, but scheming. For such people, you have to be more vigilant.

"Kexin, how can you do this. Do you know how much this book is worth?! Wu Wengu said sharply.

"Grandpa Wu, Officer Wu is right, since you don't want it, you can give it to her." Yu Lifei said that since he bought it for Wu Wengu, no matter how much it was worth, it was only fifty yuan in his eyes.

"Less, you have to think clearly, the Song version of the book in the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, has always been a very valuable ancient book. Up to now, as long as it is a genuine Song version of the book, it is even more priceless. Ren Zhiwei felt very surprised, he had reminded Yu Lifei just now that this book would be very expensive, but Yu Lifei did not change his mind.

"I bought this book for fifty dollars, and I told you that it was worth fifty dollars." Yu Lifei said calmly, he naturally knew that the old manuscript of Nanyue Dao would be very valuable, and when he heard about the priceless treasure, he was indeed excited. But soon, it calmed down again. When he bought this book, it was to give it to Wu Wengu, if it weren't for this, no matter how good the book was, he wouldn't have bought it. After all, for him now, fifty yuan is also a lot of expenses.

"Professor Wu, if it's inconvenient for you to accept it, why don't you let me play for a few days?" Ren Zhiwei looked at the old manuscript of Nanyue in his hand, his eyes brightened again, he specialized in the study of the history of the Song Dynasty, if there was a Song engraving book in his hand, it would be of great benefit to his research.

"Zhiwei, when did you become so materialistic?" Wu Wengu reprimanded that although Ren Zhiwei is now working in the competent department, he sometimes has to go to the museum to inspect the work. But in his eyes, he will always be his own student.

"Professor Wu, don't I see Hunting's heart? Besides, I'm just helping to keep it for a while, I promise, a month, no, three months...... Half a year later, it will definitely be returned to Zhao. Ren Zhiwei stammered and said, although he didn't want to take possession of this book, it would be good to keep it in his hands for a while longer.

"Less, I read this book, you better shoot, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves." Wu Wengu said with a cold face, with Ren Zhiwei's character, if Yu Lifei didn't make a move on this book, where would it be able to withstand Ren Zhiwei's soft grinding and hard bubbles?

"Grandpa Wu...... I ......" Yu Lifei glanced at Wu Wengu, and then at Wu Kexin, he was persistent and patient, since he decided things, he would not change it easily.

"Grandpa, people just said, since you don't want this book, you can give it to me. Instead of you pushing around and making it difficult, let me fix this. Wu Kexin grabbed Nanyue's old manuscript in his hand and said with a smile.

"Nonsense!" Wu Wengu said angrily that although he can usually rely on Wu Kexin's temperament, but in this kind of thing, he will definitely not let Wu Kexin come nonsense.

"Grandpa Wu, I think Officer Wu is right, this old manuscript of Nanyue will be handed over to Officer Wu to deal with, I'll leave first." After Yu Lifei finished speaking, he pushed open the door and walked outside.

"Less than ......, this kid. Jingtian, you catch up and take him to the museum. Wu Wengu hurriedly said, if Yu Lifei leaves, in the future, he may not contact him again, the sea of people is vast, where to find him then?

"Grandpa, is this a Song version of the book, what's there to make a fuss about?" Wu Kexin didn't move, and said casually.

"Do you know how much a page of this book is worth?" Wu Wengu laughed angrily, sat next to her, and said, "At least worth your salary for a year, how many pages does this book have?" I'm afraid you'll never make that much money in your lifetime. ”

"A page is worth a year's salary? Is this made of gold? Wu Ke knew that the old manuscript of Nanyue might be very expensive, but he didn't expect it to be so expensive. Her current basic salary a year is less than 10,000 yuan, plus various bonuses and benefits, and it is only more than 10,000 yuan. But now one page is worth a year's salary, and she can't figure it out anyway.

"A page of a Song version of a book is a page of gold, and a Song version of a book is really more expensive than gold, don't look at a small book, it is worth at least one million or more." Ren Zhiwei said.

"What, a million ?!!!" Wu Kexin snapped up and said with a shocked face. Although she grew up in a family of archaeologists, she doesn't want to deal with boring archaeology anymore in this generation, so her attention to antiques is naturally not so high. What she said before Zhiwei was expensive, but it was only a few hundred or a few thousand at most.

"This is still my estimate, if I let Yan Lao bid, I'm afraid I will have to add hundreds of thousands." Ren Zhiwei said that the old Yan he was talking about, known as Yan Liqiang, is a well-known collector in Tanzhou. Good eyesight, abundant funds, as long as it is a good thing, the best can afford the price.

"Don't inform Yan Liqiang yet, with his character, if he knows that the old manuscript of Nanyue is a Song carving, he will do everything possible, and he will collect it." Wu Wengu told him that there is no unified understanding of how to deal with this book now, and if he rashly spreads the news, then he and Ren Zhiwei don't want to be quiet.