In the end, Zhang Jing got into the sports car.

Taking advantage of the time in the afternoon, he decided to change his driver's license and buy another car.

Fortunately, Citigroup recognizes the Dragon Country driver's license, and you just need to go through the procedures.

Qu Xiaoqing was just idle and panicked, so he borrowed her as a driver.

In the evening, Qu Xiaoqing dragged his tired body and returned to the rented apartment building with a tired look.

Ding Jiaqi was cleaning, looked at her friend, and asked curiously, "What are you busy with in the afternoon?" ”

"I was almost killed by Zhang Jing."

Qu Xiaoqing opened the refrigerator weakly, took out a bottle of water, and drank half a bottle.

"You're together in the afternoon?" Ding Jiaqi asked in an uncertain tone.

Qu Xiaoqing nodded, "I wanted to test his character, but it turns out that his character is really not good!"

Ding Jiaqi had a black thread, "How did you test it?" ”

"I wanted to seduce him, but I didn't expect him to treat me as a driver, Bai Piao didn't say anything for an afternoon, didn't invite him to eat, and didn't invite him to drink, there is such a person!"

Qu Xiaoqing's face was red.

"What are you fooling around?"

"I just want to examine for you whether unrequited love is worth it."

"Don't talk nonsense, there's nothing."

Qu Xiaoqing's expression became serious, and then persuaded: "Don't get too deep into the play, you are not suitable." ”

Zhang Jing didn't know what Qu Xiaoqing and Ding Jiaqi were chatting about, and Wen Li called in the evening, and he hurried to the 1032 manor again.

"How's it going?"

Wen Li sat at the dining table, Zhang Jing stood next to her, looking at the table of food, shocked in her heart.

Which one by one is caviar?

Is slice by piece black matsutake mushroom?

Is Rémy Martin a mouthwash?

With a lot of thoughts in his heart, Zhang Jing replied, "I have money in my pocket, and I have a good life." ”

"Money in your pocket?" Wen Li smiled, "Is it more than 32 million RMB?" ”

Zhang Jing was startled, and subconsciously suspected that the bank card was lost and the secret code was stolen.

Wen Li said quickly, not slowly, "Meteorite sells for 25.4 million RMB, and 10% is someone else's commission;

opened a container in Donglun Port to pick up a leaked bulletproof car, made a profit of 4 million after tax, and obtained 6 million in extortion compensation, totaling 32.7 million. ”

"Old lady, I'm a little scared."

Zhang Jing's liver trembled, his legs also trembled, he suspected that Wen Li was an anonymous shareholder of a certain treasure, a certain dog or a certain bank, but now that he looks at it, it seems to be even better!

"Sit down," Wen Li invited slowly, "to eat." ”

"You better make it clear first," Zhang Jing was very cowardly, "otherwise I really don't dare." ”

"It's normal for you to find my grandson's bones and investigate your past when you first arrived?"

Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his body was not afraid of the shadow, and he sat on Wen Li's right hand generously.

The servant handed over plates, knives, forks, chopsticks, and wine glasses.

With permission, Zhang Jing took a spoonful of fish eggs.

The grains are full and smooth, and the color is transparent and clear.

There is a faint fragrance on the smell.

Sent into his mouth, the bouncy, Q, and taste are rich, and it is definitely the best food he has eaten so far, and there is no one.

"It's the roe of an 80-year-old white sturgeon from the Caspian Sea, and it's best to go with champagne." Wen Li's tone was relaxed and chatting.

The waiter took a bottle of champagne wrapped in gold and poured a third of the glass for Zhang Jing, the wine looked delicate and delicate, and the color was attractive.

"How much did I just eat in one bite?" Zhang Jing asked cautiously.

"It doesn't matter if you eat something, the price doesn't matter, you can eat more if you like it."

Wen Li said this, Zhang Jing couldn't be really polite, order until now, take a bite.

"I heard you reported to the State Institute of Technology today, right?"

"I thought it was a pheasant university, I didn't have to go to class, and I copied the answers for the exam, but I didn't expect it to be completely the other way around."

Wen Li laughed, "Sounds funny, have you ever met a beautiful girl?" ”

Looking at her head, Ruth does belong to the pretty girl.

"Did you take her into the bathroom?"

"Why the bathroom?" Zhang Jing asked rhetorically.

"Convenient, fast, exciting, and happy."

Zhang Jing doesn't know what to say, is it the bad people who get old, or the old people who learn bad?

"I'm scared of AIDS." ”

"Huh~" Wen Li disdainfully, "It's just a small probability event." ”

I guessed that the old lady had other things, and after dinner, there was a show.

Following Wen Li, Zhang Jing came to the door of a secret room-type study hidden between the first and second floors.

"You go in and look at it." Wen Li's tone didn't care.

"See what?"

"Look at it as you like."

"I have a headache reading books." Zhang Jing refused.

"10,000 meters, as long as you stay in it for half an hour."

Zhang Jing belonged to the kind of eyes that opened when he saw money, and said with a dog's leg: "I'll go in." ”

Stepping into the study, the area is about 50 square meters, similar to the decoration style of the vampire period in the Middle Ages.

It looks old, and the things used are all good things, such as oak floors, nanmu desks, mahogany bookshelves, solid gold globes, and even ink and white paper are the best.

Continuing to look, there are some picture frames hanging on the wall of the study, and there are many old photos inside.

According to the note, the earliest photograph is from 1842, and the owner's name is Zhang Luo (1785-1855).

The black and white photos are mottled and faded, and it can be vaguely seen that the other party is a soldier, with sharp eyes and neat military uniforms.

Zhang Luo's photograph is preceded by five names, the first being Zhang Bixian (1656-1690), Zhang Wangting (1675-1735), Zhang Huiyuan (1701-1772), Zhang Qiyi (1728-1785), and Zhang Wensheng (1755-1831).

Obviously, these are the names of generations of a family.

Zhang Luo has no photos in front of him, probably because of the time when the camera was invented.

Interestingly, after Zhang Luo, the family inheritor no longer had the surname Zhang, followed by Xu Huang (1835-1895), Xu Hongzuo (1875-1945), Xu Tongmao (1915-1983), Xu Sike (1935-2015), and Xu Lin (1997-2017).

Xu Lin was the last one and died five years ago.

There is no need to guess, Xu Lin must be Wen Li's grandson.

Zhang Jing looked back at Wen Li, who was standing at the door, and asked suspiciously, "This is not like an ancestral hall." ”

"This is the study." Wen Li's tone was affirmative.

"Why don't you come in?"

"The rules don't allow me to go in."

"It's okay," Zhang Jing persuaded, "You come in, I won't tell anyone." ”

Wen Li was silent.

Zhang Jing's heart was furious, "Old lady, you don't plan to use me as a sacrifice, do you?" ”

"No," Wen Li denied, "on the contrary, I intend for you to hang on the wall in the future." ”

"You scared me." Zhang Jing's legs and stomach trembled.

"My favorite grandson is dead," Wen Li seemed to be much older, "you are the same age as Xu Lin, and it may be providence that you found his bones." ”

"What does it mean for the future to hang on the wall?" Zhang Jing asked.

"You'll own everything in this study, including the pictures on the walls, the handwritten copies on the shelves, and you'll have a responsibility to pass them on."

"What's the point of doing that?" Zhang Jing asked rhetorically.

"I don't know."

"I don't agree."

Zhang Jing refused, he was a treasure hunter, the most open-minded for money, and the most hated to take responsibility.

As if eating Zhang Jing, under the dim light of the corridor, Wen Li said slowly, "As long as I live, I will help you as much as I can;

If you abdicate responsibility after I die, the consequences will be miserable. ”

Zhang Jing's tone carried a hint of ridicule, "How much 'can you do' at your age?" ”

was looked down upon by Zhang Jing, Wen Li slowly took out her mobile phone and called out, speaking at an unfast speed and commanding in a powerful voice.

"Hang Palmer at home, including his dog."