Chicken Bro nodded naturally: "Okay, okay, I'll take care of it right away."
Chen Rou put her son in the living room, where it was flatter and easier to ride a bike compared to outside.
As soon as she entered the living room, she saw the gun that Master Er had mentioned that Colonel Rango would definitely be interested in.
The gun was on the Eight Immortals table. It was about 1.5 meters long and made entirely of brass, but it had a mouthpiece made of red jade at the end and a place that looked like it was for loading gunpowder. The cap was made of gold.
This thing is almost as tall as Chen Rou. If you turn it over, you can see a line of English on its abdomen, but it is covered by brown grease, so you can't see the specific letters.
Chen Rou looked at it again and said, "This is a large opium pipe, and it's one of the earliest models."
Opium, also known as Fushou Gao during the Qing Dynasty, was first introduced into the country under the guise of medicine. It was said to have the ability to cure diseases, so it became popular among high-ranking officials and nobles. The earliest opium pipes that were imported with Fushou Gao looked like the one Chen Rou has now. However, later, people began to make their own and made various improvements, so it became smaller and more exquisite.
Over the past century, opium nearly led to the downfall of the nation, but there have also been countless anti-opium movements.
Banning smoking involves not only the cigarette itself, but also the destruction and burning of the equipment.
So after round after round of anti-smoking campaigns, the few remaining opium pipes have all gone to museums, and they are almost nowhere to be found in the public eye, especially the original, old-fashioned opium pipes, which are even harder to find.
Grandpa Er took the pipe from Chen Rou and said, "My great-grandfather was addicted to this."
He then said with a smile, "His family originally lived in the New Territories and owned 300 acres of fertile land, but he smoked it all away. My father kept this old pipe and gave it to me before he died, leaving behind a last word: 'I'd rather kill than smoke.'"
Indeed, Master Er drinks very little alcohol, and he doesn't even smoke cigarettes, let alone cigars.
Chen Rou carefully examined the English letters on the pipe and said, "This is an imported product, made in Britain."
Grandpa Er smiled and said, "Just say it's an antique you acquired, and you want to talk to Colonel Lango to see if it's worth anything. I think he'll definitely be willing. If you give it to him, he'll be even more happy."
People are passionate about collecting historical artifacts from their own culture. Take Chen Rou, for example. If you put two artifacts in front of her, one is a piece of porcelain from the Song Dynasty and the other is a medieval European artifact, and ask her which one she would choose, she would choose the porcelain without hesitation, because it is an item that has a historical connection with her.
Colonel Rango was the same.
From your perspective, a pipe represents a tragic history and the beginning of your life of suffering.
From Colonel Lango's perspective, however, it was a testament to the peak of his country's power, a testament to a glorious history. He was not only familiar with that history, but he would also gladly accept it if Chen Rou offered to give it to him.
All we need to do is get him to come out and establish a relationship.
Taking down Lin Yige and driving James apart will become very simple.
Chen Rou made a phone call to Secretary An: "An Jie, take a few minutes to do something for me."
While such a dirty pipe is unusual, it's not exactly rare. In Chen Rou's experience, for any antique or collectible item, even if it doesn't exist, the owner will always make up a story to show off its value.
But stories can't be made up; just telling them is nothing but boasting. They have to be written down to be convincing.
Chen Rou summoned Secretary An and instructed him to create a special catalog for this opium pipe, noting in the catalog that this old opium pipe was once used by the Empress Dowager Cixi.
She'll make the catalog today and deliver it tomorrow. If all goes well, she'll be able to meet Colonel Rango this Friday.
This time, Chen Rou will have to borrow the Empress Dowager's reputation.
Of course, the Empress Dowager's gun was used to fight foreigners; the ancestors had already paid the price for Chen Rou, so she could do whatever she wanted.
It was a very long gun, gray and dirty. A-Yuan didn't like it and couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to it.
In contrast, he preferred to speed around on his father-in-law's house, where the floor was covered with pure black marble tiles, riding his little tricycle. He would deliberately ride it with great flair, and his father-in-law would watch him as if he were watching a horse race.
Little Yuan is living a carefree life, and even urinating on his own will earn him praise.
After having a meal at this great-grandfather's house, we set off immediately, as the next great-grandfather was waiting to accompany us to the horse race.
At the same time, Colonel Rango, in his office, with a pipe in his mouth and his legs crossed, reached out and snapped a photo of the 'mainland agent' in a suit beating up a foreigner in the downtown area. He said to Sir James, who was sitting opposite him, "The evidence is right here. Miss is just a dignified, elegant, gentle and virtuous lady. She is a lady. She and the female bodyguard are two different people."
Sir James shook his head: "There's definitely something wrong with this. Give me time, and I can find out and give you evidence."
Colonel Rango was younger and held a higher rank. Moreover, those who were actually involved in combat didn't really think much of these so-called elite agents who were always secretly plotting against people and causing trouble, and who always had to clean up their messes.
He took a puff from his pipe, chuckled, but didn't give a direct answer.
At that moment, Lieutenant Colonel Wali rushed in, still soaking wet. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong now?"
A few days ago, Lieutenant Colonel Wali was photographed by reporters driving his military boat into Central during off-duty hours. The reporters then reported the incident to the police and the Inspectorate. Inspector General Gu even called Colonel Lange, making him lose face and very angry.
Seeing that Lieutenant Colonel Wali was soaking wet, Colonel Rango was already very angry, though he didn't know why.
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