The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors. Mr. Ji made it clear what he meant, it turned out that Mr. Ji is also a person who loves to collect, some time ago I got an ancient book, the words written on it are similar to Chinese characters, but not Chinese characters, I asked some professors and experts, but no one knew.

"I really don't know each other, so I specially asked Professor Wu for advice, and please give me some advice." Mr. Ji handed over a piece of paper-like things: "Please take a look at Professor Wu, what does this mean?" ”

Wu Zhixuan took it and squinted at it, this is a photocopy of the cover of an ancient book, saying that it is a book, but the cover of the book is very damaged, and he can only vaguely see four words written on the cover, Wu Zhixuan muttered in a low voice, and played with it in his hand for a long time, and finally showed a surprised expression, and then his hands trembled excitedly.

For Professor Wu, an "antique maniac", no amount of gold, silver and jewelry will make him change color in the slightest, but as long as he sees rare antiques, he will go crazy.

In Wu Zhixuan's own opinion, his excitement is definitely not groundless, but even more worthwhile, because this font is actually the long-lost script of the Great Xia Kingdom.

"Mr. Ji, this book is not simple, its historiographical value is far greater than its commodity value." Wu Zhixuan persuaded: "Mr. Ji, why don't you dedicate this thing to the country, it must be a great merit." ”

"Professor Wu, you are a staff member of the school, naturally I want this kind of item to appear in a museum or research institute, I am just a businessman, I don't understand the big truth, businessmen are born to pursue profits, I must make money, I can't just be a philanthropist, I don't need to repeat this."

"Mr. Ji, you misunderstood, this thing is indeed rare, if the blessings are not enough, it is not a good thing to enjoy this thing." Wu Zhixuan persuaded.

Mr. Ji took a bite of the dish and said, "Professor Wu, you don't need to say more, I don't think there will be more than 10 people in the whole country who can recognize this kind of language." I know you love antiques, how about we make a deal? ”

"Well, well, you say, I'll listen to you."

"Lao Zhang, bring the things up." Mr. Ji glanced at Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang took out two suitcases from behind the screen, put them on the table, and after opening them, Wu Zhixuan saw that they were stacks of dollars.

Mr. Ji pointed to the box with a fan and said, "Professor Wu, I know that you need money to buy antiques, and there is $100,000 here, and you can take it away tonight." ”

"As long as you are willing to translate this book into Chinese, the money is yours, and if you don't like dollars, I can also give you Dayang." Mr. Ji said calmly.

Seeing so much money, Wu Zhixuan, who was never excited about money, also moved some thoughts, if he was asked to translate the Daxia script, it would actually be a happy thing for him, because he would learn more about that nation, and at the same time, he could buy more antiques in exchange for Ah Duwu, which seemed to be a happy thing.

The ancients said that money can make grinding ghosts. With such abundant financial resources, Wu Zhixuan is even more sure that this Mr. Ji is not simple, and he is a master who cannot be offended.

"Mr. Ji, can you tell me the origin of this book, don't tell me anything about buying it from a friend, I also have my own principles for doing things." Wu Zhixuan thought to himself that this kind of treasure, those who knew the goods would not sell it, and those who did not know the goods would have already thrown it away as waste paper.

"Professor Wu, this is not necessary, to tell you the truth, this book is only more than 1,000 words, the ancients made a promise of a thousand dollars, 1 dollar is worth 1 ocean, 100,000 dollars is 1 million oceans, buy you to translate 1,000 words, almost a thousand words, just let you translate, not to do anything that violates your professional ethics, you don't have to get to the bottom of it."

Wu Zhixuan sneered: "Mr. Ji, I think you may not just be a businessman, the ancients said: a gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way." As a scholar, I still won't touch unclear things and unclear money. Thank you for your hospitality tonight, farewell. With that, Wu Zhixuan left the table in Lao Zhang's voice. In fact, Wu Zhixuan knew in his heart that he was leaving, not only because the origin of the ancient book was unknown, but more importantly, his intuition told him that he could not wade in troubled waters this time. This is also Wu Zhixuan's style of life.

After Wu Zhixuan left the table angrily, Mu Zifeng had already eaten the food cooked by his mother at home. Mother Dou Yiming was very relieved to see her son returning from a business trip, and hurriedly prepared to go to Zhang Luo to buy a few of her son's favorite dishes. Since her husband disappeared, her son has been his god, and now that her son is working, what worries her the most is her son's marriage.

After her husband disappeared, the mother and son rented a small house of about 10 square meters, and only relied on their own income to pull Mu Zifeng to grow up. Now the marriage man buys a new house is the most basic requirement, and buying a house is really unaffordable for them. This is also the thing that Dou Yiming is most worried about.

Mu Zifeng was chewing on the braised pork cooked by his mother, and Dou Yiming hurriedly said to eat it slowly, for fear that his son would choke. In Mu Zifeng's opinion, no matter how high-end the restaurant is, no matter how delicious the delicacies are, they are not as delicious as the dishes made by his mother. At this time, Mu Zifeng thought of the appointment at Yongjin Hotel, so he said to Dou Yiming: "Mom, Tingting asked me to meet his parents at noon tomorrow, and I won't come back for dinner." ”

"Really? Feng'er, shouldn't you bring some gifts to Tingting's parents, after all, it's the first time we've met. Hearing that she saw her parents, Dou Yiming was a little happy in her heart, after all, her son's wedding was a bit eyebrow-raising.

"Mom, Tingting said that she met at Yongjin Restaurant, not to her house, so she shouldn't have it."

"Yongjin Restaurant? It's not a low place to consume. Dou Yiming frowned, she has been frugal for a long time, she is a little sensitive to the use of money, but for the sake of her son's lifelong event, Dou Yiming walked inside, opened the bedside table, took out a small box, and filled some oceans, all of which were the money she usually saved.

"Son, take it, you just didn't have an internship for a long time, and your salary is not much." Dou Yiming walked up to Mu Zifeng and forced it into his hand: "Take it, although our family has no money, you must invite this meal, the more occasions like this, the more you have to support the façade of our Mu family." ”

Mu Zifeng was a little moved, her mother pulled her hard work and suffered a lot in the world. In Chang'an, according to the current market, it is the most basic for a man to get married to buy a house, and some women's bride price is as high as tens of thousands of oceans. In fact, seeing Tingting's parents this time, Mu Zifeng didn't really want to go from the bottom of his heart, but in order not to disappoint his mother, he still grinned: Your son is a talent, and my future parents-in-law will have a good impression when they see it. ”

Dou Yiming smiled, his son is really an optimistic person, this may have inherited his father's genes, in his memory, Mu Dingming is also such a person, no matter what difficulties he encounters, he always faces it with a smile. Dou Yiming thought of her missing husband, her heart was a little sour, she held back her tears, and said in a choked tone: "That's for sure, you are my son, come and eat more food." After speaking, he took a chopstick head and put the cold skin of meat foam into Mu Zifeng's bowl.

Mu Zifeng knew that his mother was a little sad, and he didn't know what to say to comfort his mother, so he could only pick up the food in the bowl vigorously.

After the meal, Mu Zifeng returned to the room, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and remembered the recent events, and some uneasiness lingered in his heart. Ten years ago, my father disappeared in Mobei, didn't he leave anything behind?