It was very fast, after 12 o'clock in the afternoon, I came out of Fuji Teahouse, hailed a taxi, and prepared to go to the underground studio.

I chatted with Yan Sanye for a morning, and I learned a lot about the Sihai Group from him.

When Mr. Gu first came to Youdu, he was engaged in tourism development, and later when he became rich, the industrial chain gradually improved. Over the years, he has taken a back seat, and the affairs of the Gu Group have been given to his four sons.

The boss, Gu Donghai, is mysterious and in charge of the power of the Gu Group, and no one can guess his thoughts.

The second Gu Nanhai is said to have studied abroad in his early years, and then developed abroad, and in recent years, he has heard that he has come back, but he doesn't seem to care much about the company's affairs.

The third child looks at the West Sea, is shrewd and capable, decisive, and is the boss's right-hand man. In recent years, some of the Gu family's big projects are said to have been led by him.

The old man looked at Beihai, had a violent personality, and fought and killed at every turn. People outside call him the brainless Gu Laosi.

Judging from the Wang family's incident, Gu Beihai should be a well-planned person, especially replacing the antiques in the Wang family's warehouse with fake ones.

It is not easy to avoid being discovered by the Wang family. He did it so well.

Is Yan Sanye's news wrong, or is there a master behind Gu Beihai's guidance.

When I was about to get to the studio, I asked the driver to stop the car and walked on foot.

Just after three o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the underground studio, and a familiar smell greeted me.

I lifted the white cloth spread on the table and looked at the tools used to make counterfeits, calligraphy and painting mounting machines, laser engraving machines, pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and other miscellaneous things.

There are some high-quality imitations in the studio that I have made before, and these things are all made by the master, and they are specially imitated some famous works and heirlooms.

The calligraphy and painting of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, the porcelain of the Ru kiln of the Song Dynasty, the gold, stone and jade Buddha......

I'm going to have to clean it all up, most of them can still be used, and they can't be sold to customers, but at least they can hold up the façade.

This store is positioned differently from the previous one, and the things sold are different.

In the previous store, there were few customers, and even if some things were sold, they were some commercial goods with technology, so they couldn't be faked, but they couldn't be true.

For example, the best seller in my store before was the gold and jade Buddha.

This thing is easy to do, and it is not easy to do, and it is not easy to do, and the selection of materials and workmanship is very particular.

First of all, you need to find a piece of material similar to pure gold, carve it, and then plate it with a layer of pure gold. Then you have to find a good piece of jade and set the two together.

The cost of workmanship is about 100 yuan, but the selling price is at least 1000.

To put it bluntly, it is to make money for handwork and materials.

Ordinary people, when they buy this thing, will not tear open the layer of gold on the Golden Buddha, they will think that it is the real Golden Buddha inside. They are also happy when they buy it, and they will think that the price is cheap and good.

For another example, some seals, made by the machine, can be produced in three or five minutes, hand-polished, old, antique, mixed one or two hundred yuan is not a problem.

I cleaned up dozens of high-quality antiques, as well as some gadgets that I usually practiced.

It's not enough to have fakes, you have to get some real things.

Before I went to prison, I usually collected ancient coins, all kinds of strange stones, and wood carvings...... Some of it is also stored here.

Whether it's a real thing or a fake, it's enough for me to last a while.

I randomly found some scrap newspapers in the studio and wrapped them all. After the shop is renovated, find another opportunity to move them over.

Now, whether it's the real thing or a fake, as long as it can come in handy, you have to take it.

Time flies, and I inadvertently look up, and the hour hand on the wall points to three, and then three.

It's just that this three o'clock is not three o'clock in the afternoon, but three o'clock in the morning.

I stretch and move my arms.

I don't know how Ai Weiwei's girl gets along with Sister Yun and how well she learns things.

I spent days in the studio.

That night, I felt like everything was almost cleaned up, and I had to go back and find a clean set of clothes to change.

At four o'clock in the morning, I returned to the hotel, and the hotel hallway was silent.

I opened the room that belonged to Ivy and hadn't changed since the first day we swapped rooms.

I turned on the light and the room was empty, my daily necessities, her original luggage were gone.

After we swapped rooms, I brought the clothes I needed to wear every day, and she didn't take away some unnecessary things.

There is nothing now, like no one has ever lived.

What's going on?

Could it be that this girl has run away from home again?

Probably not.

If she has any problems, Sister Yun will definitely call me.

I open the room that was originally mine.

As soon as I entered, I was at ease.

I was amazed by the cosmetics on the table, which really fulfilled the sentence, there are no more cosmetics for women, only more.

I probably glanced at it, and there were more than a dozen lipsticks on the table, all in a variety of shades.

What would happen if you put all of these things on your face?

Ivy lay quietly on the bed, she slept soundly, like a stable kitten. There are also some photocopied materials next to it, which is estimated to have been asked by Sister Yun to memorize.

The bedside lamp shone a faint warm hue, unevenly shining on her face, white and red, like a lychee.

I suddenly remembered that when I woke up that day, she painted a tiger on my face, and she also called it "the tiger descends the mountain".

Shall I draw a turtle on her face?

Never mind! This is something that only mentally handicapped children do, and I, a mature man, can't be as knowledgeable as her.

Well?

Suddenly, I noticed that my luggage was next to her bed.

This girl is really interesting, I'm not here, I actually moved all my luggage, I'm afraid that things will be stolen?

I tiptoed over and opened my suitcase, my clothes clearly touched.

My clothes are usually thrown in and not folded, and the clothes in the box are neatly folded.

I subconsciously looked at her lying on the bed, Sister Yun didn't have the courage to move my box, she should have done it.

By the shimmer, I rummaged through the box for a long time, but I couldn't find any pajamas.

Not only that, but I couldn't find my handmade shirt.

"Uncle......

I was shocked, this girl woke up?

When I looked up, she was still asleep, apparently talking in her sleep.

What is she talking about?

I was close to her bedside, and she was talking in her sleep.

She whispered to herself: "Uncle, don't leave me." ”

This girl is stunned, and she is afraid that I will leave her in her dreams.

"Uncle, you must come back to me."

In an instant, my heart tightened, and I felt an indescribable discomfort.

Silly girl!

She rolled over and her hand came out of the covers, and I noticed that she was wearing my shirt and still holding my pajamas in her arms.

This......

My mind went blank......

Sleeping with my clothes in my arms before sleeping soundly?

Forget it, I'll just grab a piece of clothing and go back to sleep.

If you don't sleep again, it's dawn.

I turned around and was about to leave, when I accidentally tripped over the box, leaned back, and sat on the bed.

I got up immediately, for fear of waking her up.

"Who?"

I heard Avril's hazy voice.

"It's me!" I turned slowly.

"Uncle, you're back!" As if she had taken a stimulant, she lifted the quilt and jumped straight from the bed into my arms.