A meal can be regarded as some people are happy and some people are sad.

Zhao San, who wanted to explore more of the truth, did not get an answer from Dugu Mo, and accepted it tactfully, but he was played by Dugu Mo very much.

Looking at Song Xiaosnack's greasy little mouth, and patting his not very round belly, Dugu Mo slowly put away his chopsticks.

The two of them then got into Zhao San's car and drove all the way to the Zhao family's villa area.

The Zhao family villa was built in the northern suburbs of Qingfeng Mountain, which was the location of a relatively low-key prominent family.

Looking at Dugu Mo, who was calm and calm along the way, Zhao San began to say some interesting things about Qingfeng Mountain, the interesting things in his eyes, presumably in ordinary eyes, how shocked he should be.

When Zhao San said this, he couldn't hide a proud heart under his calm face.

And Dugu Mo, from beginning to end, did not show a look of surprise and shock, as if everything was just mediocre.

Zhao San, who had a dry mouth, finally stopped, perhaps realizing that Dugu was really different, and didn't pay attention to these things at all, so he didn't continue to talk about it.

The car drove for about an hour and a half, and after arriving at a vermilion gate, the high wall built of blue bricks and black tiles has the charm of returning to the ancients, and the two big stone lions at the door raised their heads and roared, as if to show the master's former prominence.

A flash of surprise flashed in Dugu Mo and Song Xiaoxiao's eyes, but it did not escape Zhao San's eyes.

Only then did Zhao San welcome Dugu Mo and Song Xiaoxiao in with a smile on his face, followed by a few subordinates.

Walking from the gate to the main hall, Zhao San seemed to have deliberately taken them to the main hall, and walked for about five minutes before arriving at the main hall, and the patterns and pavilions he saw along the way, as well as the sound of gurgling water, all made Song Xiaoxiao feel that this Qingfeng Mountain was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

After entering the main hall, Song Xiaoxiao's eyes were full of antique ornaments that were completely free of fakes.

"Mr. Dugu, and this girl, you sit down for the time being, and I'll talk about my main purpose today." Zhao San smiled and pointed to a square table made of pear blossom wood, with two chairs on either side, and then sat on the chair on the other side.

Then someone made tea and put it down, and then retreated.

"Mr. Dugu has guessed that Zhao's family is in an emergency when he was in the auction house, so I will talk about it, about two months ago, my father began to be sick and bedridden, at first just tired, and then accompanied by dizziness, began to lose weight day by day, we looked for all the famous doctors in City A, and they couldn't diagnose the cause, just let my father take care of his body more, but there was no improvement."

Zhao San looked at Dugu Mo and continued: "A week ago, there was a child of a family who was keen on antiques for generations, and occasionally revealed to Zhao that his father's illness may be related to yin, Mr. Dugu, you can also see that almost all the furnishings of the Zhao family are priceless antiques, from various channels, all because my father is obsessed with this. After listening to the words of the younger brother, Zhao thought about giving it a try, and on the day of the auction, he took the celadon vase, wanting to find someone he knew to come and see his father's condition. ”

After Zhao San finished speaking, he looked at Dugu Mo with anxiety on his face.

"Presumably, some antiques in the house are not legitimate." Dugu Mo took a sip of tea and said slowly.

"Mr. Dugu, all the things in my Zhao family were bought with real money, although some of the winter and summer routes are not clear, but my father was obsessed, so he bought them all."