On this board, a macaque is drawn.

Intuition told her that this plank had a secret.

However, she didn't know what the secret was, so she could only ask Mr. Huang to help with the research.

"Teacher Huang, do you think there is any metaphor for the macaque painted on this wooden board?"

"Could it be some clue left by Yue Yang?"

Chen Mengxi asked thoughtfully.

"This ...... Probably not. ”

Mr. Huang carefully examined the wooden board for a while, but did not see anything special.

But seeing Chen Mengxi's unrelenting appearance, he said again: "Otherwise, you look at the pot first, and I'll make a call?" ”

Chen Mengxi agreed: "Okay!" ”

Teacher Huang nodded, took the plank aside, and dialed an old friend's video call.

"Lao Zhang, what are you eating?"

Teacher Huang greeted warmly.

On the picture, it is a man with braids and a mustache, who looks a little sloppy, but inexplicably exudes an artistic atmosphere.

He gives the impression that in one word, it is messy but not dirty!

This person is a friend of Mr. Huang in the calligraphy and painting world, named Zhang Songlin.

Zhang Songlin is not particularly famous, but in China, he is also a top middle-aged calligrapher, painter and sculptor.

"Lao Huang, what kind of wind is blowing to blow you? How long has it been since we've both had a drink together? ”

Zhang Songlin said, raised his wine glass, and took a refreshing sip.

"When I finish recording the show, I'll be sure to drink enough with you when I go back! Can you help me see, is there anything special about this painting? ”

Mr. Huang switched the camera and pointed the camera at the macaque painting, and then added: "For example, will this painting have any metaphors?" ”

Zhang Songlin nodded: "Okay, I'll take a look." ”

With that, I immediately began to watch it seriously.

But in less than a minute, he shook his head: "An ordinary painting for a hundred, oh, I'm talking about the original painting." This reproduced version, ten dollars. ”

"I ask you if it has any metaphors!" Teacher Huang was a little speechless.

"What's the metaphor for this? It's just an ordinary craft painting. Zhang Songlin disagreed.

"Okay, that's it, I'll go back another day and invite you for a drink."

Mr. Huang couldn't help but be a little disappointed and was about to hang up the phone.

But at this moment, Zhang Songlin suddenly waved his hand: "Wait, what are you in a hurry, I haven't finished my words yet!" ”

Teacher Huang's fingers suddenly hung in the air, staring at Zhang Songlin.

I saw Zhang Songlin's voice change: "Although this painting is nothing special, this piece of wood has a lot of origin!" ”

"This is an endangered tree species in our country, iron birch!"

"Iron birch?" Teacher Huang wondered.

He didn't have much research on wood, only Hainan huanghuali, mahogany and the like.

"To put it simply, this iron birch, worthy of its name, is harder than steel. It is a very hard wood! ”

"In some cases, it can be used as a complete substitute for steel to make parts."

"But it's the first time I've ever seen a wooden board like this out of it, and it's a terrible thing!"

"Are the people who made this plank going to use it as a brick and put it at home for self-defense?"

Zhang Songlin said complainingly.

As a sculptor, he loves these natural materials.

In his opinion, spray-painting a shoddy painting on an iron birch board is a tyrannical thing and a foolishness.

And Mr. Huang, who heard his words, was in high spirits: "Thank you, I'll invite you to dinner another day!" ”

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

"Eh, you can't ...... any more"

Zhang Songlin's words are still echoing.

But Mr. Huang couldn't contain the excitement in his heart.

Chen Mengxi's intuition is really right, this wooden board definitely has some meaning!

"Teacher Huang, do you know anything?"

Seeing Teacher Huang's expression, Chen Mengxi vaguely guessed something.

"I don't know, but I have an idea."

"What thoughts?"

"Smash it!"

"Smash it?"

Chen Mengxi thought for a moment and seemed to realize something.

She took the board in her hand and tapped it with her fingers

The planks immediately made a crisp sound.

Hollow!

But after shaking it twice, I couldn't clearly feel that there were objects shaking in the space in the plank.

"You think there's something in there?" Chen Mengxi frowned slightly and looked at Teacher Huang.

"I don't know, it's just a possibility."

Teacher Huang shook his head.

"I just went to my friend, an artist, and I saw this painting, and there is nothing special about the painting itself."

"On the contrary, this piece of wood has a great origin, it is as hard as iron, and it is very precious."

"Why is such a precious wood made into hollow slabs?"

"It's more wasteful of material than a whole plank!"

"So there must be a secret in this piece of wood."

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

As soon as Mr. Huang finished speaking, Chen Mengxi had already found a stone and smashed it at the wooden board.