Yearning: The loyal family, exposed by their daughter!

Chapter 24 Iron Birch!The tyrannical Yue Yang!
On this wooden board, a macaque is painted.

Intuition told her that this board has secrets.

However, she didn't know any secrets, so she could only ask Teacher Huang to help her research.

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

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

Chen Mengxi asked thoughtfully.

"This... probably not."

Teacher Huang looked at the board carefully for a while, but didn't see anything special.

But seeing Chen Mengxi's unwillingness to give up, he said again: "Why don't you watch the pot first, let me make a call?"

Chen Mengxi agreed immediately: "Okay!"

Teacher Huang nodded, took the board aside, and made a video call with an old friend.

"Old Zhang, are you eating?"

Teacher Huang greeted warmly.

On the screen, it was a man with braids and mustache. He looked a bit sloppy, but he exuded an artistic atmosphere inexplicably.

His impression, if summed up in one word, is messy but not dirty!
This person is a friend Mr. Huang met in the painting and calligraphy circle, named Zhang Songlin.

Zhang Songlin is not particularly famous, but in China, he is also one of the top middle-aged calligraphers, painters, and sculptors.

"Old Huang, what kind of wind is blowing to bring you here? How long has it been since we both drank together?"

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

"When I finish recording the show, I will have a drink with you when I go back! Quickly help me to see, is there anything special about this painting?"

Teacher Huang switched the camera, pointed at the macaque painting, and then added: "For example, is there any metaphor in this painting?"

Zhang Songlin nodded: "Okay, let me take a look."

After all, I immediately started watching seriously.

But within a minute, he shook his head: "1 yuan for an ordinary painting, oh, I'm talking about the original painting. This kind of copied version costs 100 yuan."

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

"What kind of metaphor is there? It's just an ordinary craft painting." Zhang Songlin disagreed.

"Okay, that's it, I'll buy you a drink when I go back another day."

Teacher Huang was a little disappointed and wanted to hang up the phone.

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

Teacher Huang's fingers were suspended in the air, staring at Zhang Songlin.

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

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

"Iron birch?" Teacher Huang asked doubtfully.

He doesn't have much research on wood, he only knows Hainan huanghuali, mahogany and so on.

"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 completely replace steel to make parts."

"But it's the first time I've seen it make such a wooden board, and it's a waste of money!"

"Is the person 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 view, it is wasteful and foolish to spray paint cheap paintings on iron birch boards.

But Teacher Huang, who heard his words, was refreshed: "Thank you, I will treat you to dinner another day!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

"Hey, you can't have more..."

Zhang Songlin's words are still echoing.

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

Chen Mengxi's intuition is indeed correct, this board definitely has some meaning!
"Mr. Huang, do you know what?"

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

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

"what idea?"

"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 a few times with her fingers

The plank made a crisp sound immediately.

Hollow!

But after shaking it a few more times, I couldn't clearly feel that something was shaking in the space in the board.

"Do you think there's something in it?" Chen Mengxi frowned slightly, looking at Teacher Huang.

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

Teacher Huang shook his head.

"I just asked my friend, an artist, to see this painting, and the painting itself is nothing special."

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

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

"This is more waste of material than a whole piece of wood!"

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

boom!
A loud bang.

Teacher Huang had just finished speaking when Chen Mengxi found a stone and slammed it down on the board.

(End of this chapter)