90,000 Years of Longevity

The antique shop was full of tourists, and it was noisy and lively.

"Those two carvings are really made of wood? Are they not made of some kind of special material?" The man who knew about the porcelain craftsmanship was still shouting.

An old man with gray hair also slowly said, "I still know a little about antiques. The jar looks ordinary, but it has a history of at least hundreds of years. If these two sculptures are really made of wood, it would be terrible."

"That kind of jar is obviously not the style of our country. I seem to have seen it somewhere abroad before, is it Egypt? Ancient Rome?" A middle-aged man, holding his chin in one hand, muttered softly in his mouth as he tried recalling something.

Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng were also affected by the noise in the store. When they ran out, they found out the situation through questioning and then saw the two wooden sculptures on the ground, they were also shocked.

"In that earthen jar, what is hidden inside is actually two wooden sculptures? This is too incredible, right?" Pan Shengcheng shook his head repeatedly.

Zhang Qitian's eyes gleamed slightly, he seemed to have different ideas from the mass. Then, he proclaimed in a low voice next to Pan Shengcheng, "Shengcheng, you are wrong. What is really unbelievable is not those two items in this jar, but why he knows that there is such a thing in it instead."

After saying this, both of them had a pause. Then, when they looked at Ye Bei, who was wearing that ancient white robe, their complexions were instantly pale.

"Little brother, how did you know about this?" Zhang Qitian reacted quickly, stepping forward, and asking Ye Bei.

"Aren't you from the gallery? You still know antiques?" Pan Shengcheng asked unceremoniously.

Wu Sanri also reacted at this moment, his old hands shook slightly, and he was about to speak... But before he could say the words, his ears perked as Ye Bei's voice came, "This pair of wooden sculptures are of no use to you."

Having said that, he bent down slightly to pick up the two wooden sculptures indifferently and held them in his hands.

In the antique shop, when the tourists saw this, they calmed down and looked at Ye Bei with a puzzled face.

However, Ye Bei ignored these gazes directly. With the wooden sculptures in hand, he brushed his sleeve and turned around, then he walked back towards the gallery.

When Ye Bei walked into the gallery lobby, all those people in the antique shop finally reacted.

"Who is that boy? He just took the wooden sculptures away?" Someone was surprised.

"Hey, boss, I can pay 2 million for the sculptures and the fragments of the ancient earthen jar." Someone's eyes lit up, thinking that they had found a chance to make a fortune, and shouted at Wu Sanri.

"Boss, are you selling that thing? I'm paying 3 million." Someone's voice immediately came after.

In an instant, the antique shop exploded again. Similar sounds resounded one after another. 

Even Pan Shengcheng and Zhang Qitian couldn't stand up at this time.

"Old man Wu, the contract has not been signed yet, so we can go back on our words. In my opinion, those two hand-made wooden sculptures are absolute miracles, and their value is inestimable. In that gallery, there are only the old man Wang and the boy, we can directly rob it back." Pan Shengcheng clenched his fist, walked to Wu Sanri's side, and leaned in his ear, his voice hot.

Zhang Qitian also couldn't endure it, and whispered, "Old man, are we going to take it back?"

"Let me think about it." Wu Sanri slowly closed his eyes, and the white hair on his head had a few more strands. His instinct told him that the boy in the white robe was not an average Joe, but his reason told him that those two wooden sculptures also had terrible origins.

Should he do it?

Wu Sanri was caught in a tangled moment.

...

There were not many bamboo slips and calligraphy and paintings left in the inner courtyard. Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong took off their suits, their hair was a bit messy, and their faces were covered with sweat. But their eyes were full of excitement, without the slightest complaint, they didn't even let those pickup truck drivers come to help. 

Wang Gu's body was old, and he was also sweaty, but he was quite concerned about the movements outside.

"The Old Master just went to the antique shop, but it became noisy soon after?" Wang Gu muttered to himself.

This word happened to be heard by Wu Fansheng. He didn't have any doubts, but admiration on his face, "Sure enough, Mister is indeed Mister. I heard something just now. Mister just smashed an antique worth millions in the antique shop, and then took out two objects from the antique shop. Now, the customers over there, as well as the shop owner, have all exploded."

Wu Yuandong was moving bamboo slips, when he heard his son said this, he scolded, "Stop talking nonsense, move things quickly, if it delays Mister's affairs, see how Lao Tzu will deal with you."

Although Wu Yuandong said this in his mouth, when he walked to the lobby holding the bamboo slips, he couldn't help but cast his eyes at Ye Bei for a second or two, wanting to see what the two wooden sculptures were.

Ye Bei was sitting casually in front of a wooden table. He seemed to have not heard the noisy sounds outside.

While sitting there, he lay the two handmade wooden sculptures flat on the table.

Among them, the wooden sculptures of the male figure were made of thousand-year-old red sandalwood. That wood was hard, its texture is very fine and delicate. He had long hair and a long ancient robe. What's special was his eyes, if one looked carefully, he would find that those eyes seemed to contain the whole universe, he was very lifelike, without the slightest mundane dust.

The wooden sculptures of the female statue were made of fragrant rosewood, the pattern was very beautiful, her long hair fluttering, when placed on the table, it seemed to exude a fascinating scent, it was ingenious and amazing.

"After almost five thousand years, I encountered this pair of woodcarvings again. Khufu, it seems that your original promise is difficult to fulfill. Your descendants are not so friendly, their vow to the Pharaoh has long been forgotten." Ye Bei's sighed slightly after a long while.

However, just as Ye Bei's thoughts gradually drifted away, and when he entered the land of loess, there was a rough roar at the gallery door, which directly pulled Ye Bei back from his thoughts.

Standing at the door was a man wearing a suit with big fat ears, with a thick gold chain hanging around his neck, his hands on his waist, blocking the entrance of the gallery. Beside him, there were three punks, they started yelling aggressively, "Hey, the kid in the white shirt, I just heard that you smashed out two wooden sculptures, but you haven't paid for it? I'm sorry, that wooden sculptures, Lao Tzu also took a fancy. And the shop owner has already said that whoever has the money, he will sell it to that person. You'd better hand it over quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for smashing your shop."

After they finished barking, the scene fell into silence.

Wang Gu, who was carrying the bamboo slips and calligraphy and painting, took a halt, then shook his head and recovered calmly.

However, Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong were stagnant, a terrible coldness was instantly manifested in their eyes.

On the contrary, many old street bosses all swarmed over. After seeing the fat man with big ears, all of them shrank their heads, but their faces showed an eager look, waiting to see a good show.