The car drove back to Gu Bao Zhai.

The driver helped Lin Cheng move everything into the appraisal room.

Lin Qiyuan watched curiously as Lin Cheng unpacked the box.

The high-imitation fakes were taken out one by one, and Lin Qiyuan looked at it with regret.

These are really how good they should be.

If it is genuine, any piece can be sold for tens of millions.

It's not that there are no fakes for sale in the antique circle, but the vast majority of them do.

But Lin Qiyuan, an antique shop that specializes in high-end customers, has very strict requirements for authenticity and fakeness.

If someone really finds out about selling a fake, they will smash their own signboard.

If the signboard is smashed, high-end customers will not come again.

So Lin Qiyuan could only shake his head when he looked at these high-imitation fakes.

"Isn't it true that none of them are true?"

"It's all fake, according to Liu Sanbai, this is what she got many years ago when she was preparing to sell the goods privately, and the whole batch of goods was eye-catching."

"Well, no wonder she has so many fakes in her hands."

"Do you know who the person or organization behind Liu Sanbai is?"

Lin Cheng asked suddenly.

Vaguely, Lin Cheng felt that his father's death might be related to the organization behind Liu Sanbai.

Lin Qiyuan's brows furrowed.

"Why do you ask this? The people behind her are all things we can't afford to offend. ”

"Just ask casually, if you want to know, tell me about it, don't pretend if you don't know."

This is the use of agitation.

Lin Qiyuan really couldn't stand this excitement.

immediately raised his eyebrows and spoke loudly to Lin Cheng.

"I know Liu Sanbai's old bottom, when she debuted, she was a girl, and there was no bone residue left that would definitely be eaten by someone without support behind her."

"Behind her is not someone else, it is the famous Kou Ye in the inverted circle."

"Who is Kou Ye?"

Lin Cheng had never heard of this Kou Ye's name.

But if you can be called a master, it must be a big deal.

"I don't know who Kou Ye is, I only heard his name but I haven't seen him, he is a very mysterious number one person in the inverted circle."

"It is said that Kou Ye is the inheritance of the captain of the touching gold, and he began to pull the flag and set up the pot forty or fifty years ago, and led people to do the business of inverting the bucket."

"After so many years, the masters of the inverted fighting in the north are all disciples and grandchildren of Kou Ye, and their power is quite large."

"Although there is an intersection between our antique circle and the inverted bucket, we don't often deal with each other, and even if we deal with each other, there are middlemen, or we are wary of each other."

"So if you want to know who Kou Ye is, it's best to ask the person who is fighting."

Hearing that he was going to find someone to inquire, Lin Cheng immediately thought of Uncle Zhang.

According to Uncle Zhang's age, he may be a character who debuted at the same time as Kou Ye.

"But I want to remind you, Kou Ye is notorious, and some of his subordinates used to think that he wanted to rebel because he divided the spoils unevenly, and was slaughtered by Kou Ye with a knife."

"There are quite a few legends about similar things, if you are interested, please inquire for yourself."

Lin Qiyuan chattered.

It's all hearsay.

As for whether the story is true or not, he himself does not know.

Through these legends, Lin Cheng had already imagined a large-scale inverted bucket organization in his mind.

Kou Ye's energy must be not small!

Lin Cheng didn't move, but took those high-imitation fakes and looked at them one by one.

Liu Sanbai said that among these objects, there are things left by his father.

I don't know why my father didn't stay at home, but stayed with Liu Sanbai.

If it weren't for the coincidence that he went to Liu Sanbai, would he have completely passed by what his father left?

Lin Cheng's mind kept guessing.

I want to deduce the situation at that time.

But the amount of information is not enough at all, and I can't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time.

Bell, bell, bell.

Lin Cheng tapped on these high-quality fakes, trying to find the artifact that hid his father's things.

After searching for it, he looked at an inconspicuous wooden box.

The wooden box is an antique shape, and the surface is inlaid with luodian, and the carvings and gold paintings are very fine.

This box is not in his impression.

This shows that the wooden box was put in when it was packed and transported to the car.

Was Liu Sanbai's people careless, or did she deliberately let it in?

Lin Cheng immediately picked up the wooden box.

When I opened the box, it was empty.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he carefully examined the wooden box.

After a careful examination over and over again, I finally found clues on the inner wall.

There is a mezzanine on the inside of the right side of the wooden box.

After Lin Cheng pushed open the ingenious mortise and tenon insert board, a piece of paper was exposed in the inner wall.

The color of the paper is a bit yellowish.

It looks like it's been around for years.

Take out the paper and open it, and there is only one line of numbers written on it.

The number Lin Cheng was very familiar.

Even anyone who has studied mathematics will be familiar with it, because that line of numbers is pi.

3.1415926。

Lin Cheng wondered.

Is this what my father left behind, and what does it mean that he left pi?

I remember my father not really like math either.

Lin Qiyuan leaned over with a probe in his head, and after seeing the line of numbers, he pursed his lips disdainfully.

"I thought it was a treasure map, I didn't expect it to be a line of pi, your dad wouldn't be what he left behind."

"I don't know, but I haven't found anything else, and that's all I found."

Just as Lin Cheng said this, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Uncle, help me find a hammer."

"What do you want a hammer for?"

"Smash all of these things and see if there's anything my father hid in there."

"This... It's too wasteful, although these are fakes, but they are also high imitations, and they can be sold for 100,000 yuan if you find a next house. ”

Lin Qiyuan's eyes were full of regret.

More than 100,000 is not much, but the size of a mosquito's leg is also meat.

He has always slammed the door, and he can't see that he smashes what can be sold for money.

Lin Chengke doesn't care so much.

I didn't look for any hammers, so I took a high-imitation bronze tripod as a hammer and smashed it on other objects.

Bang bang bang.

A series of crisp breaking sounds rang out.

In Lin Qiyuan's distressed dissuasion, he smashed other high-imitation fakes.