Golden Fishing Village

Chapter 519 522. What to do (15)

Mr. Yun had a calm expression on his face. He glanced at Lu Zhizi and asked Ao Wenchang, "Brother Zitong, who is this?"

Ao Muyang rushed to introduce: "Oh, I forgot to mention, this is my lawyer, Ms. Lu."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yun showed a look of realization on his face: "It turns out to be a young lawyer. No wonder the questions raised are so insightful. It's disrespectful."

With that said, he bowed his hands to Lu Zhizi in greeting.

Lu Zhizi bowed slightly in response, even saying he didn't dare.

Mr. Yun took a sip of tea and said: "You are right, our country does have such laws and policies, but although this house was demolished in the capital, it was actually shipped from India because it does not belong to us. It is a national cultural heritage, so it can be demolished and put on the market.”

He continued: "The discovery of this house was a coincidence. It was accidentally discovered by a big shot in the industry from an old village in India. It has always been a legend in our circles."

"What you see in an ordinary village?" Lu Zhizi asked.

The old man nodded, and Lu Zhizi said: "But as far as I know, red sandalwood and sandalwood are exclusively enjoyed by the princes and nobles in India, and will never be spread among the people. And we know that since the Mauryan Dynasty, slavery has been practiced in India. Even if there are small-leaf red sandalwood among the people, they have all been plundered by the nobles. After all these years, how can this house be preserved to this day? "

After being asked repeatedly by her, the old man became a little impatient and said: "I don't know about this. India is such a large area. There are always houses hidden in deep mountains and forests. They will not be discovered by the princes and nobles. This is normal."

Lu Zhizi said: "But red sandalwood is a national treasure in ancient India. It is very well-known among the people. After obtaining it, low-caste people can get a lot of rewards by contributing to the king or nobles. On the contrary, keeping it privately will get into trouble, just like our official kilns in ancient China. Just like porcelain. Especially as you said, this house is decorated with a lot of rosewood, which shows that the owner knows its material, so why would he dare to keep it privately? "

"Maybe he just likes rosewood and would rather risk beheading to observe and appreciate it by himself." The old man said dryly.

After saying that, he seemed to feel that these words were not very convincing, so he added: "Look, in ancient times in our country, there were many celebrities and officials who risked their heads to collect and preserve the cultural treasures, calligraphy and paintings of the previous dynasty, right?"

Lu Zhizi said: "Yes, but you said that those scholar-bureaucrats collected things from the previous dynasty. But these small-leaf red sandalwood was used to build and decorate the house. It is so exposed. Isn't the owner afraid that someone will see it? Go and report to the official?”

Mr. Yun waved his hand and said: "Who knows? Maybe he is just not afraid. Forget it, let's not talk about this. How can we know the hidden secrets?"

He changed the topic to Ao Wenchang: "Little friend Zitong, if you don't trust me, you can go to the street and find an art expert to help you identify it. How about it?"

Ao Muyang said: "No need to look for it on the street, I'll give a friend of mine a call..."

"Does your friend know about small leaf red sandalwood?" Mr. Yun asked.

Ao Muyang said: "He is a collector, so he should know something about it, right?"

"I know all of Hongyang's friends who play collecting and have some experience. What's your friend's name?"

"Cheng Deming."

After hearing this name, the corners of Mr. Yun's eyes twitched. Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands and said, "Oh, it turns out he is Brother Cheng's friend..."

The young man took out a mobile phone from the counter and gave it to the old man: "Mr. Yun, someone is calling you."

The old man apologized and went to answer the phone. When he came back, he said with a regretful look on his face: "I'm sorry, friends, this piece of wood was pre-empted by an old customer of mine. I'm afraid you have to go to another store to have a look." ”

Ao Wenchang was anxious and said: "What? We are here, how could he..."

Su Xiuxiu pulled him and said softly but neither condescendingly nor condescendingly: "Okay, thank you Mr. Yun for the hospitality. It seems that this piece of wood is not related to us. Let's go to another house to have a look."

After leaving the door of Chengmeizhai, Ao Wenchang said: "Xiuxiu, why should we let it out?"

"Are you stupid for taking the civil service exam?" Su Xiuxiu said angrily, "I may have married a fool. Can't you tell that the wood is fake?!"

Ao Wenchang said: "I'm not brainless. There is indeed something wrong with the conversation between Mr. Yun and Teacher Lu, but this doesn't prove that there is something wrong with the wood."

Ao Muyang said: "It just has problems. The so-called Mr. Yun also has problems. What is his background?"

"Hongyang is one of the best appraisers of antiques and has profound knowledge in exotic woods..."

Ao Muyang sneered and said: "Nonsense, I even showed my bracelet under his nose and he didn't even recognize what it was. Can you say that he has a deep knowledge of strange trees?"

When Cheng Deming saw his bracelet, he immediately saw the clue. However, Cheng Deming was only a collector, not an expert on rare trees.

They strolled around the antique street again, when Cheng Deming called Ao Muyang back.

He really let him talk. Cheng Deming was on the plane before, so his mobile phone was turned off. After getting off the plane, he found that Ao Muyang had called and called him back specifically.

Hearing that they were in the Antique Street, Cheng Deming laughed: "What are you doing in the Scam Street? Do you want to see the scam? If you want to buy small-leaf red sandalwood, I will introduce you to a reliable friend when I return to Hongyang. There is no reliable one in the entire Antique Street!"

Since that's the case, it's meaningless for them to stay here any longer.

Ao Muyang accompanied Lu Zhizi to buy school supplies, while the young couple went to the county first and took some things back to her parents' home.

As the four of them separated at the street corner, the two men suddenly started pushing each other:

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you, what's wrong?"

"Look at you, damn it, look at me again!"

"Magobi, you're so troublesome!"

After a few words of communication, the two big men began to wrestle, and the bald man who spoke first kicked the man in a vest and shorts in the chest.

The man in the vest stumbled and bumped into Ao Muyang. He subconsciously reached out to grab Ao Muyang. The bald man rushed over and kicked him again: "Beat you, you coward!"

Ao Muyang was about to dodge, but the man in the vest seemed to be really cowardly. He grabbed his arm and hid behind him, thus involving him in the battle.

The bald man kicked in the air and became more fierce. He pointed at Ao Muyang and said: "Damn little white face, get out of the way. Are you two in the same group?"

Ao Muyang grabbed the man in the vest and stared at the bald man and said: "I am not in the same group with him, but you two are in the same group, right?"

The man in the vest kept grabbing his arm. People around him looked at him and felt that he was afraid and hid next to Ao Muyang. In fact, it was not the case. As soon as he started, Ao Muyang felt that this guy was grabbing the white agarwood bracelet on his wrist, and he started to rub his bracelet!