I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 295 Fortune Telling
Jiang Hanwen had never seen a white person who spoke Mandarin so standardly. He even suspected that this old man's level was more professional than that of the senior anchors of CCTV.

Coupled with that pure and deep voice, for a moment Jiang Hanwen even felt like he was watching a historical drama.

"Hahaha, Mr. Jiang, don't be surprised. I was the ambassador to China in Beijing for a long time in the 80s. I am more familiar with Beijing than you are."

The old man dismissed the servants and pushed his wheelchair closer to the dining table.

"At that time, I had four dishes and one soup in Zhongnanhai. Although it was not rich, it was definitely the ceiling of home-cooked meals."

"Later, every time I attended a state banquet, the menu was basically a few cold dishes such as pickled cucumber strips, spicy jellyfish, and mustard duck feet. There were six hot dishes, namely abalone with four treasures in thick sauce, Dongpo pork cubes, crab meat with crab meat, dried shredded pork with chicken sauce, soft-shelled eel, and braised prawns."

"The snacks after dinner include fried rice cakes, Huangqiao sesame cakes, Aiwo Wo, and Huaiyang soup dumplings, a total of four dishes."

The old man took the chopsticks and began to recall the past before he even started eating, remembering every single event in detail.

"The dishes at that time, wow, tasted so authentic. At that time, Quanjude Roast Duck still used stuffed duck, and the wood used was jujube wood. Hey, the duck I had airlifted back last time was made with the right ingredients, but I couldn't taste that flavor at all."

"Oh, don't just stand there, eat your food."

When the old man saw that everyone was listening to him and no one was picking up their chopsticks, he finally reacted and tapped the edge of the porcelain bowl lightly with his chopsticks.

"Mr. Bolton, I must tell you that no matter what actions you take, I will not interfere, but there is one thing you must guarantee, and that is Mr. Jiang's safety."

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light.

Bolton on the side and White on the opposite side were so frightened that they trembled and immediately bowed their heads and nodded repeatedly.

"President, Mr. Jiang is a guest, so we naturally have to ensure his safety. Don't worry, President."

Both of them are outstanding people, and they are well-known figures in the outside world, but in front of the old man, they dare not even breathe.

This old man, who lived to be 110 years old, was the most powerful leader in the history of the organization.

He holds enormous power with unparalleled wisdom. His words can not only decide a person's life or death, but even in the presidential election, the candidates nominated by both parties have to seek his advice.

Although he rarely expresses his opinions, it does not mean that his words can be ignored.

Without exception, all those people or forces who dared to oppose him disappeared into the dust of history.

You have to know that when he was born, the Qing Dynasty had not yet fallen. Most of the things he experienced and the people he met are now included in history textbooks.

To the people in the organization, even though he was an old man, unfortunately for the potential successors, this old man had a clearer mind than anyone else.

"I would like to thank the president for his hospitality. I am truly flattered."

"But President, I didn't expect you to have such rich experience. You have been in the capital for so long. No wonder you love our culture so much."

Jiang Hanwen had a very kind smile on his face while speaking, but his tone did not show much emotion.

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Kobayashi nodded vigorously at Jiang Hanwen, but Liu Mingyang on the side turned pale.

This is the Communist Party's lair. If you anger the big boss, you really won't be able to walk out of this door.

This old man looks extremely old, but his eyes don't show that he is senile and confused.

Jiang Hanwen put down his chopsticks.

Jiang Han should have kept a respectful distance from such an old monster who controls countless resources and has huge power.

But since he entered the manor and saw the twelve animal heads.

Including the treasures displayed on both sides of the hall, especially the words on the wall opposite his seat, Jiang Hanwen really couldn't speak politely.

"Mr. Jiang has been staring at the calligraphy behind me. He seems to be interested in it. Someone, take it down."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a servant came forward to open the window and prepare to take down the calligraphy and paintings.

"Wait, old man, you are an expert and you must know that this treasure is extremely fragile and should not be displayed in public."

Jiang Hanwen immediately stood up and spoke out to stop him.

"That being said, if Mr. Jiang wants to see it, it's okay to take it down." The old man was about to speak, but when he turned around and saw Jiang Hanwen's expression, he no longer insisted and waved his hand for the servant to leave.

"Mr. Jiang is young, but his vision and knowledge are extremely unique. He could smell the ambergris I ordered as soon as he entered the door just now, and now he can recognize the original work of "Eulogy for My Nephew" at a glance. I really admire him."

The old man smiled and picked up a piece of lion's head, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"China is a paradise for gourmets, the ultimate destination for all gourmets. All the cooking methods in the world combined are not as many as those in China. It's a pity that I'm old now, and I can't enjoy many delicacies anymore."

"Mr. President, you said that this "Eulogy for My Nephew" is indeed an authentic work???"

Jiang Hanwen almost couldn't hold it in. The animal heads were nothing special. To put it bluntly, they were just faucets in the Old Summer Palace and had limited value.

But this "Eulogy for My Nephew" is a national treasure! It is the second best running script in the world.

Together with Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface", it represents the highest achievement of calligraphy in the world.

"Lanting Preface" is a copy, the original has long been lost, and this "Eulogy for My Nephew" is the most precious calligraphy work in the world.

Now it is hung so casually in a corner of the restaurant as an ordinary decoration.

“I don’t know where the president’s calligraphy came from.”

Jiang Hanwen's face was so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it.

Although he was obsessed with studying acting in his previous life, he was also knowledgeable in other areas and was familiar with these famous national treasures.

Directly opposite him is Yan Zhenqing's "Eulogy for My Nephew", diagonally opposite is "Admonitions for Court Ladies", and on the right is the second half of "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains".
This is too outrageous. These priceless national treasures are actually here?
"Haha, Mr. Jiang, you have a good eye. What you are looking at are all rare treasures here. No kidding, any one of them you take out can be exchanged for an aircraft carrier."

The old man was very satisfied with his collection, and was particularly delighted when he met an expert.

You have to know that usually few people are qualified to see these collections. Even among the politicians from various countries who can see them, none of them can appreciate their value.

This made the old man a little depressed, but now that he had met his mentor, he immediately became energetic.

"This Draft of Memorial to My Nephew was given to me by a friend of Li Ben. I really like the Admonitions of Court Ladies, so I borrowed it from the British Museum for my collection. As for the lower half of Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains, it was given to me by a president of a certain island in your southeast."

Jiang Hanwen put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked slowly to the "Eulogy for My Nephew" with slightly red eyes.

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with fluid shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is as abundant as the sky."

"This calligraphy was borrowed by the Palace Museum in Taipei to be exhibited in a second-tier museum in Liben, and it ended up here."

"Yan Zhenqing and Yan Gaoqing, their entire family of more than 30 people were killed by the rebels. They were all loyal and brave, but this calligraphy ended up like this."

Jiang Hanwen took a deep breath.

"I really don't understand why some people would abandon their human nature and steal our ancestors' things to be someone else's dog. Forget it, forget it."

Jiang Hanwen rubbed his throbbing temples, fearing that his blood pressure would be too high and his nose would bleed.

"Jiang Hanwen, please be careful with your words in front of the president!"

As soon as Jiang Hanwen finished speaking, Bolton and White, who had been silent with their heads down just now, stood up almost at the same time and shouted at Jiang Hanwen.

"Hahaha, little brother, you are outspoken. I like that."

The old man smiled happily, rolled his eyes at the two of them, and turned his wheelchair to Jiang Hanwen.

"To be honest, I also look down on these guys. They have no integrity at all."

"But, in this world, integrity is useless. What matters is the fist. Whoever is strong has the truth. If your country becomes strong enough one day, someone will send these treasures back."

The old man said with a smile and reached out to tug at Jiang Hanwen's sleeve.

"Young man, I'm giving you a chance now. As long as you agree, I will give you these three treasures, and I can also fulfill one of your wishes."

"Don't look at me like that. You have to know that there are not many people in this world who are qualified to do business with me. Moreover, I promise that I can make all your wishes come true."

(End of this chapter)