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Lorenzo's home is on the Upper West Side, a Victorian single-family building with four floors that doesn't match his current status as an alcoholic.

Speaking of which, this guy is also quite miserable, his parents died, his brothers and sisters are scattered all over the ugly country, and he is the only one who lives in this huge house, and it seems that he can only be accompanied by alcohol.

Because it has not been taken care of for a long time, the house is messy, and it looks no different from a slum.

The sofa has a few big holes, revealing the cotton and springs inside, you have to be careful when you sit, and the embankment spring bursts at any time and hurts the chrysanthemum platform.

Lorenzo casually threw the key on the shoe cabinet at the door, knowing that he was embarrassed:

"There's a mess at home, you can do it yourself, I'll go find a book."

Afraid that he would play tricks, Li Yaoyang followed behind with a gun and went directly to the underground, where there was a collection room, which was opened up as a whole and treated with moisture and fire prevention.

It's just that Lorenzo turned it into a mess, a good collection room, like a warehouse, really unsightly.

There are more than a dozen oil paintings hanging on the wall, all of which are abstract and incomprehensible to ordinary people.

The display cases were stocked with all sorts of fine sculptures and porcelain, but there were noticeably half of them, and the place where the artwork should have been placed was empty.

Lorenzo crouched in a corner of the room and kept fiddling with it, eventually digging out a large wooden box that was dusty.

"The things brought back from the Old Summer Palace are all in this box, you can find them yourself, I don't understand."

Li Yaoyang motioned to the bodyguard to look at Lorenzo, squatted down and looked at it himself, it was okay not to look at it, and he was startled when he saw it.

It's all good things, although most of them can't be built into national treasures, but they are also antiques in later generations.

In particular, those ancient calligraphy and paintings are of great significance for archaeological research.

For a moment, he even wanted to move this box of things back, anyway, this person didn't understand the market, and he didn't feel distressed if he took it.

However, it is easy to attract criticism for doing so, so after thinking about it, I decided to do big things with a small amount of money:

"Hey, do you want to sell this box of things?"

"Huh? Do you want to buy? Lorenzo was surprised, he was ready to succumb to the other party's silver power, and sent this box of treasures out for nothing.

"Hmm~ I'm a person who does things according to the rules, so let's make a price, I want this box."

After a pause, he specially reminded the other party:

"Don't think about the lion's mouth, I know what these things are worth."

"Uh~ can't can't, you think 1000..."

Lorenzo observed his words and looks, and saw that Li Yaoyang was silent, so he immediately changed his tone:

"No, 500 dollars is enough, so I brought it all the way over."

$500? Li Yaoyang almost couldn't hold back his laughter, this box of things can be sold for at least 9 figures after 100 years!

It's really a tyrannical thing, so Lorenzo is still complaining:

"In fact, before we went, the Old Summer Palace had already been robbed once, and we were just picking up things that people didn't want."

Li Yaoyang burst into a shout:

"Shut up, I don't want to hear you!"

Lorenzo hurriedly shut up, for fear that he would not even be able to save the last 500 knives.

Li Yaoyang didn't want to stay here longer, lest he have a long night and a lot of dreams, so he wiped his trouser pocket, just brought 600 knives, and threw it directly at him:

"You know what to do with more money, right?"

Lorenzo smiled, but he didn't expect that there would be an accident:

"I know, I promise to shut up, you haven't been to my house today."

"Heh~ It's a smart person, it's a pity."

Li Yaoyang shook his head and was about to move the box and leave, but the box was too heavy and too difficult to carry alone, so he couldn't walk a few steps, so he had to ask the bodyguard to help.

Leaving Lorenzo's house, Li Yaoyang also said to the bodyguard:

"I won't send you back, thank you to Mr. Moody for me, thank you for today's incident, remember to help me keep it secret, count me as a personal favor."

"Mr. Lee is polite, you are a friend of Mr. Moody's, and I should do it."

"Thank you!"

After saying goodbye to the bodyguard and leaving, he drove back to Guangjitang alone and beckoned Fat Dun'er to come down and move the box.

"A few old men, the things that the Lorenzo family stole from the Old Summer Palace are all here, if there is no here, I will have no choice."

"Quick, open it and flip through it~"

I don't know if I don't turn it, I was startled when I turned it, and several old men had uncertain faces and scolded angrily:

"Dog-day ghosts, how many good things have been stolen from our country!"

"It's all good things, look, there is even Emperor Qianlong copying Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, but unfortunately there is no original post."

"Don't be emotional, let's find out if there is any "Secret of the Outer Stage" first." Old man Yao has a clear mind, and now is not the time to sigh about the return of the baby.

Everyone worked together to take out everything, a total of 20 calligraphy and paintings, more than 30 ancient books, and countless calligraphy, temporary posts and hand toys.

"Here, there really is!" Fat Dun'er exclaimed.

The last ancient book that was pressed at the bottom of the box was taken out by him, the cover was yellowed and the handwriting was blurred, but he could still recognize the words 'Outer Taiwan Secret'.

Everyone gathered around, and Master Crane hurriedly said:

"Be careful, slowly, ancient books are fragile, you must be slow."

When Fat Dun'er heard this, he quickly put down his hand movements and carefully put the book on the table.

Old Man Yao also ran to get a pair of gloves, and looked cautious like a baby.

For ordinary people, this is an old book, but in the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine, this "Secrets of Outer Taiwan" is comparable to a national treasure.

After a jump, Old Man Yao breathed a sigh of relief:

"Sure enough, there is—the Golden Needle Removal Technique!"

This secretary is recorded in the "Outer Taiwan Secrets: Tianzhu Sutra Commentary", which says: "Written by Longshang Taoist, the common surname is Xie, lives in Qizhou, and is taught by Hu monks in the Western Kingdom."

Li Yaoyang pinched his chin and said:

"According to the records in the book, it is very likely that this secretary was introduced to the Central Plains from Ah San?"

Master Crane stroked his white beard and recalled:

"It should be true, but it should have been since the Tang Dynasty.

Bai Juyi once wrote a poem for himself - scattering a thousand pieces of snow in the air, and a heavy veil on the cage. Even if the sunny scene is like looking at the fog, it is not spring to see flowers.

It shows that he also suffers from eye disease, and later there is a poem that says-The case is spread on the Nagarjuna, and the cassia pill is stored in the void. The prescription medicine in the world should be useless, and the golden grate should be scraped.

It means that there is no elixir in the world that can be cured, only the golden needle can be tried.

In this way, the golden needle removal technique is indeed useful! ”

Zhu Bin immediately looked at Old Man Yao:

"You hurry up and study it to see if you can help Master Long."

"Okay, I'll go back to the room first, don't come and quarrel with me."

Today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Guangji Hall is not open for business, much quieter than before, only the apprentices are still busy dispensing medicine and decoction, the smoke is filled, and the fragrance of medicine is filled.

"Yaoyang, quickly pack up these treasures, take them back and hide them, you must keep them, these are the treasures of our country."

"Don't worry, Master He, I will definitely protect these things, and when the time comes, I will send these treasures back to China."

"Hehe, you don't have to, we're not old-fashioned, you should make money, just make sure these things aren't owned by the ghosts."