The two soon arrived at the door of their home.

Meng Xuan rang the doorbell, and when the door opened, she saw Mother Meng sticking her head out:

"Xiao Zhuang is here! Please come in."

Meng Xuan rolled her eyes:

"So you only let him in and not me, right?"

Mother Meng responded:

“Who cares about you?”

Then she welcomed Zhuang Zhou into the house with a smile.

I've been here once and we met before.

Naturally, there are not so many restrictions.

Zhuang Zhou entered the house and picked up the gift in his hand:

"Auntie, I didn't buy any gifts this time. I just brought some. Please don't mind!"

"Just come, why bring any gifts?"

Mother Meng said as she took it and looked at it with some confusion.

Well, very ordinary!

No wonder they say don’t be disgusted!

"Xiao Zhuang, please sit down first. I have something cooking in the pot!"

"Auntie, you are busy!"

After changing into slippers, he looked up and saw Meng Tianxiang waving at him, motioning him to come over and sit down.

I don’t know why, but Zhuang Zhou felt much more relaxed after meeting Meng Tianxiang.

When he got closer, Zhuang Zhou sat on the sofa.

Meng Xuan also poured him a glass of water:

"You guys chat first, I'll go help in the kitchen."

"good!"

Zhuang Zhou said politely, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

Then I heard Meng Tianxiang say:

"The Bureau has taken over the matter of the Twelve Golden Dragons. They will be delivered as early as tomorrow morning."

Thinking about this incident, it was thanks to Meng Tianxiang for his advice!

Zhuang Zhou hurriedly thanked him again:

"I'm really sorry to trouble Uncle Meng this time!"

"Don't be so polite. Speaking of which, the leaders of the twelve Golden Dragon Capitals also attach great importance to this!"

Zhuang Zhou was stunned. He didn't expect Meng Tianxiang to say that.

He quickly asked:

"Uncle Meng, are you saying that the leaders of Kyoto are also interested in these twelve golden dragons?"

Meng Tianxiang smiled slightly, nodded and said:

“That’s right, these twelve golden dragons are not ordinary artifacts.

The leaders attach great importance to this recovery work and hope to verify it as soon as possible and uncover the truth behind the Golden Dragon."

Zhuang Zhou's heart moved.

It’s over!

How come the leaders in Kyoto were alarmed?

If this is identified, it will be a forbidden cultural relic to be photographed.

Wouldn't that mean I've really committed the crime of smuggling cultural relics?

For the crime of reselling cultural relics, he was sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment ranging from one to two years.

Cultural relics like the Golden Dragon will not be able to escape even if the roof is sealed.

If that were the case, Zhuang Zhou would have no choice but to go to Chang'an.

Never come back again.

This is the worst-case scenario!

Taking a deep breath, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle Meng, can you tell me what would happen if these twelve golden dragons were truly identified as prohibited cultural relics?"

Meng Tianxiang nodded, as if he had already expected Zhuang Zhou to ask this question.

He slowly opened his mouth and asked:

"If it's really forbidden to photograph cultural relics, what are you going to do?"

Zhuang Zhou said without thinking:

“I plan to donate it to the country.”

Meng Tianxiang frowned slightly:

"Are you really willing to do that?"

What else is there to be reluctant about?

We can't completely cut off this road!

So, Zhuang Zhou said righteously:

"Why would I be reluctant to give it up? As long as it's a cultural relic that's prohibited from being photographed, I'll donate it without hesitation."

Meng Tianxiang took a sip of tea and said with a smile:

"If you can have this awareness, things will be easier!

Maybe you can accomplish great things this time."

As he spoke, he stood up from the sofa and saw the gift on the table:

"What did you bring?"

Zhuang Zhou looked over and stood up as well:

"Oh, it's a small gift, not very expensive."

Meng Tianxiang's face darkened slightly:

"Next time, don't bring anything, just come."

“Okay!”

…

At the dinner table.

The table is already full of home-cooked dishes.

Meng Tianxiang invited Zhuang Zhou to take a seat and sat in the main seat himself.

Meng Xuan sat next to Zhuang Zhou.

Meng Tianxiang took a bottle and filled a glass for Zhuang Zhou and another for himself.

"It's just a family dinner, so be casual!"

Zhuang Zhou was not polite and blurted out:

"I'm very casual."

They clinked glasses and both drank it in one gulp.

Meng Tianxiang picked up the wine bottle and poured wine. Seeing this, Meng's mother advised:

"Drink slowly, why are you in such a hurry?"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of cured pork ribs for Zhuang Zhou:

"Come, try it!"

"Thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome! By the way, Xiaoxuan told me that you opened an antique shop in Qingshui River?"

"yes."

"Didn't you find a job after graduating from college?"

"I've looked, but I haven't found anything suitable."

"Oh, how much do you earn per month now?"

Zhuang Zhou was stunned.

So direct!

But!

For Zhuang Zhou, it’s not that he doesn’t earn much.

But precisely because he earned too much, he didn't dare to say it.

"It's okay! Basic living is no problem."

Mother Meng smiled faintly:

"Our Meng Xuan is really successful now. She gave up her job as a doctor and opened a clothing store. She made 180,000 yuan last month. Oh my god!"

When Meng Tianxiang heard what Mother Meng said, he couldn't help but frown and gently scolded:

"Earning so much money is considered promising?

You are the kind of person who always measures everything with money."

Mother Meng curled her lips, seeming a little dissatisfied, but did not continue the topic.

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