At the end of the school day, the students left the school one after another, and the crowd was surging, and every student had joy on their faces.

Even if tomorrow is the final exam, no one cares at all, everyone has already planned the holiday arrangement, just waiting for the final exam to go through the form and start a happy journey.

Chang Le and Tian Jiu walked across the playground to the school gate, but their purpose was not to leave the school, but to enjoy the good retirement time with tea in the guard room.

Nangong Yixuan is a fun-loving person, since he was young.

Fortunately, his family is well-off, and he has many stores in Shencheng, and his life is very comfortable by collecting rent, and he has never worked for a few days in his life. When the day comes to be able to receive pension insurance, even if it is the same as the public, it is officially retired.

Nangong Yixuan likes calligraphy and painting, but he is not a professional after all, at most he is a middle-aged and elderly enthusiast.

Even so, in order to highlight his self-feeling artistic accomplishment, he still hung his small guard room with various calligraphy and paintings, and the idiom of vassal elegance could not be better used to describe him.

"Uncle Nangong, do you have nothing to drink tea when you are idle?"

Chang Le's voice came from the door of the guard's room, and Tian Jiu was behind him, holding the rolled painting in his hand.

Nangong Yixuan glanced at Chang Le, raised his eyebrows, he had no impression of Chang Le, a student, so he naturally regarded the other party as a self-acquaintance.

"Is there anything wrong with you, boy?"

Uncle Nangong pushed the square frame on the bridge of his nose, looked at Chang Le and asked, his tone was not very gentle.

"That's right, Uncle Nangong, this classmate in our class has a company at his father's house, and he is very rich, and recently his father has a customer who has cooperated with him for many years to give his father a painting, saying that it is the Tang Dynasty painter Liu Ju's "Falling Snow and Cold Temple", but I don't know if it is genuine. I just thought that Uncle Nangong, you are well-informed after all, you can help me take a look and appreciate it."

As soon as he heard that there were calligraphy and paintings to appreciate, Nangong Yixuan instantly became interested.

Coupled with Chang Le's sycophant words, Nangong Yixuan felt as if there was a warm current flowing back and forth in his heart.

And all this happening was expected by Tang Chao, and he planned it in advance.

"Uncle Nangong doesn't look like a real knowledgeable person, so you have to render this painting in advance that it was not bought from a stall, but that it was given by someone else, so that you can raise a level in his heart in advance, that is, leave him a preconceived impression."

Chang Le said the lines taught him by Tang Zhu word for word, which really made Nangong Yixuan very happy.

"Okay, show it to me."

Nangong Yixuan hurriedly cleaned up the wooden table in front of him, first wiped it with a wet rag, then wiped it with a dry rag, then spread a blanket on it, and then put his thermos cup far away, which can be said to have achieved the ultimate security measures.

"Come on, show Uncle Nangong."

Chang Le glanced at Tian Jiu behind him as he spoke, and the latter handed over the painting, and then Nangong Yixuan slowly unfolded it on the table, and the eyes that were already a little cloudy because of old age gradually glowed.

At this moment, Tianyujiu took a step back, and Chang Le stepped forward and stood beside Uncle Nangong.

The position transition between the two is very smooth and seamless.

"If you say that this painting is yours, then the Tianjiu present will seem a little abrupt. Therefore, you not only have to give Tian Jiu a meaning of existence, but also be responsible for delaying Uncle Nangong's time in the future, so that Tian Jiu has a chance to operate."

The whole process was as Tang Zhao expected, when Uncle Nangong unfolded the scroll and sighed that this was a good thing, Chang Le came to his side, pointed to the various scenery on the painting and asked Uncle Nangong about it, just blocking the direction of Tianjiu.

Tianjiu was indeed as Tang Xuan said, and found a large set of keys hanging on the wall.

Such a large set of keys will definitely make a noise if you move them casually, and it is not easy to remove them.

The task given to Tian Jiu by Tang Zhao is simply one word.

"Touch"

Tianqijiu's ability to reach heaven was limited to the mahjong table, but Tang Yu had heard his father tell him before that everyone has innate spiritual power, which is what people call talent.

When Tang Qiu abandoned his narrow gaze and extended his imagination of the ability of the Heavenly Unitary Nine at will, the Heavenly Nineteenth had endless power.

Tian Jiu's finger perception is many times sharper than that of ordinary people, so his task is to find the key to the teacher's office on the fourth floor, and then use his fingers to completely remember the thickness and shape of the key, without the slightest mistake.

"As Chang Le said, the door of the school office is very shabby, and it is still an old-fashioned lock method. The key structure of this lock is not complicated, and opening the lock is equivalent to opening the door to the teacher's office."

"Uncle Nangong, do you see if this painting is genuine. You see, there's an inscription here, and I don't know it, so can you read it?"

Chang Le smiled all over his face, drawing all of Uncle Nangong's attention to the calligraphy and paintings on the table in front of him.

The word is inscribed by Mu Yizhu, and the painting is painted by Mu Fengchun, as if it is the "Falling Snow and Cold Temple" of Liuju in the Tang Dynasty.

The painting is not famous, but it can be found on the Internet, and it is said that after being bought by a mysterious person from an auction more than a decade ago, no one has seen the real thing.

So this half-truth, half-truth, virtual and real pit, it is difficult for Uncle Nangong not to fall into it.

"Well, this painting, although the painting is exquisite, and the inscription has the flavor of silver hook iron painting, but I don't feel like it's the real thing......

Uncle Nangong rubbed his chin with his palm, he couldn't find anything wrong with this painting, but the antique calligraphy and painting were visible at random, and it was still shown to him by a high school student, even if the other party said that it was a gift from the elders in business dealings, it couldn't help but make him doubt the authenticity of it.

"My classmate's dad thinks so too, so I'm going to take it to the treasure show. There are so many experts there, and if this painting is real, then his father will make a lot of money."

Chang Lehan said with a smile, his tone seemed casual, but when Nangong Yixuan heard it, his brows furrowed a little.

Oh, I said it's a fake, and when you go on the show, if the experts say it's genuine, then where will I put my old face?

Of course, this deception of Uncle Nangong was also taught to Chang Le by Tang Zhao in advance.

In order to avoid capsizing in the gutter, Uncle Nangong had to continue to look at the painting on the table in front of him, and savor it carefully over and over again.

At this moment, Tian Jiu had already found the key to the teacher's office on the fourth floor in the large string of keys with the label.

It was in the middle position, and it was definitely impossible to take it away directly without alarming Uncle Nangong.

Tian Jiu's eyes were solemn, and he pinched the key in his hand with his thumb and index finger, feeling the lines and shapes and sizes on the key with his heart.

It was the toughest test of his life.

He didn't want to disappoint Tang Qiu, and he didn't want to disappoint himself.

This boy who was short in stature and slightly hunchbacked, and walked like a little dinosaur, finally brought his abilities to the extreme at this moment.

"What are you doing, boy?"

Just when Tianqi Jiu's fingers rubbed the key, Nangong Yixuan seemed to feel something, he turned his head to look at Tianqi Jiu, who was holding the key with a serious expression, and asked sharply.

"No, I'll just take a look."

Tian Jiu put down the key, and the smile on his expression suddenly brightened.

It's here.

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