Wen Xi looked carefully at the jade earrings in the picture under the light.

The jade has a soft texture and a drop as big as a water bead is finely carved with hollow patterns, which makes it obvious that it is not an ordinary item.

It is not a trivial matter, and it is not impossible to trace its origin through it.

"The original item can't be recovered until the case is concluded, but your Uncle Wu's men already have the map. I've also sent it to some trusted people to help find it."

"Okay, do you still want this one, Dad? If not, I'll take it. One more person to find another, one more hope."

"Take it, I still have it on my computer."

"good."

Wen Xi carefully folded the drawing and put it in his pocket.

Senior brother has some friends in the carving circle, as well as Brother Gao’s brothers who have done reconnaissance work. They can all help look for it together. There is strength in numbers.

The next day, after sending the pictures to Brother Gao, Wen Xi went to his senior brother's studio.

Master's condition has improved a lot during this period, and the ancestral prescription is indeed effective. Leng Song is also in a much more relaxed mood. In addition to taking time out every day to accompany Master, he is busy with the autumn auction.

Yunzhong Gallery holds an auction of resident painters every spring and autumn. Several paintings by Leng Song will be included in this autumn auction.

Of course, he didn't forget about the whip and would rub it whenever he had time.

Wen Xi was notified to pick up the whip that day.

The whip is more than one meter long, made of pure wool, and has a colorful knot tied at the handle. It looks exquisite and elegant, and very stylish.

Wen Xi was surprised to learn that the whip was handmade by his senior brother.

"Why don't you just go buy one?"

"Things nowadays are all fake. How can the ones you buy be as good as the ones made by me, your senior brother?" Leng Song's tone was as calm as ever. "Take it and try it."

"Okay."

Wen Xi took it happily.

It's purely handmade.

So beautiful, and so light, it feels like nothing in your hand.

She swung it hard, and a gust of wind was created.

What a great whip!

It's much better than the hemp rope I've been using for practice recently.

She held the whip tightly in her hand and couldn't let it go.

"Thank you, Brother!" Wen Xi happily took out two large boxes of grapes from her bag and placed them on the table. "These are the fruits that grew on my grapevine this year. They're sour and sweet. Brother, please have a taste!"

"Is it sour or sweet?"

"Sweet, sickeningly sweet." Wen Xi winked at him, "Senior Brother?"

"Um?"

"I heard that senior sister also likes to eat grapes the most." There is still a portion for senior sister, and I made an appointment with her to come here to get it.

“…”

Leng Song choked and started coughing.

His handsome face instantly turned as red as a tomato in a pot.

"You're the only one who talks too much."

Wen Xi chuckled.

"Okay, take the things and leave. Don't cause trouble for me here. I, your senior brother, am busy."

"I just got here. Tell me more about how to practice this whip."

Leng Song, regaining his composure, said slowly, "Didn't I teach you all the moves last week? You've memorized the Seven-Character Formula as well. Just practice it slowly on your own. There's no real trick. Everything just comes down to persistence."

"Okay, let's go now, so as not to get into trouble later."

Leng Song's face turned red again.

"By the way, Senior Brother, I need your help with something else." Wen Xi put the whip into her bag and took out a piece of paper. "Don't you know a lot of carving masters? Can you let them see who made this pendant?"

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

"I'm looking for someone."

Leng Song took it and looked at it, his eyebrows raised slightly: "This style is quite old, it's quite old, right?"