"Take a closer look." Mr. Song took off his glasses.
It turned out to be this little ancestor!
He thought it was just some rich kid playing with a bronze stick!
I'm still wondering why people with money are so casual.
Ruanruan poked her little head out, stared at him, scratched her head and frowned, "You're lying, I don't know this old man."
"You definitely want Ruanruan's stick. I saw it all. The moment you came, you stared at what was in Ruanruan's hand and even tried to snatch it away."
Song Lao's face turned red, and he looked like a bad guy who tricked the child with a stick: "..."
"You really don't remember me?"
Mr. Song felt embarrassed and a little disappointed.
Ruan Jingye came over after hearing the sound, "Ruanruan? What's wrong?"
He saw his little niece hiding behind Zheng Xian, while Old Song in front of him looked embarrassed.
"Mr. Song? What happened?"
Seeing this, Old Song immediately said, "Ruan Jingye, you're here too. Hurry up and explain to your niece that I'm not that bad old man."
"Uncle, do you know this bad grandpa?" Ruanruan frowned and asked hesitantly.
Ruan Jingye crossed his arms and said, "Yeah, he's not a bad grandfather. Ruanruan, you really forgot. Hi, you were so busy eating at that time that you didn't even remember what Old Song and the others looked like."
"It was at the auction house that day. Uncle Lu and the others were there, and this grandfather was there too."
Ruanruan seemed to remember something, frowned, and suddenly realized, "Oh~~ So that's how it is."
"You remember now." Old Song cleared his throat and said seriously.
Fortunately, the little girl remembered.
"I don't remember." Ruanruan looked at him, shook her head, and looked confused.
“Uh uh uh…”
Old Song twitched his lips and felt his calves go a little weak.
Okay, kids have bad memories, I understand!
"But, since my uncle said you are here, then you should stay." Ruanruan walked out from behind Zheng Xian.
"But you are not allowed to take my stick."
"I'm not trying to steal it... Oh, that's not right. I really am not trying to steal your stick. I just want to take a look." Old Song waved his hand.
Ruanruan raised her eyes to look at Ruan Jingye, Ruan Jingye nodded at her, and Ruanruan retracted her gaze, looking at the stick in her hand for a while, and then at Mr. Song who was opposite with an expectant look on his face.
"Well... since my uncle and Uncle Zheng know you, I'll... show it to you." She said seriously and in an air of maturity.
How could a child know the identity and status of the person opposite him?
The people nearby couldn't help laughing when they heard this, but since the person in front of them was Old Song, they didn't dare to laugh out loud.
This kid is so funny!
Mr. Song blushed and said, "Okay, thank you very much."
Ruanruan held up two sticks and handed one of them to Old Song.
Mr. Song took the stick, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and asked the assistant next to him to turn on the light for him.
"This, this, this..." He squinted his eyes for a while, then suddenly widened his eyes and spoke incoherently.
"Hurry, hurry up..." His excited face was even redder than before, and he said to the assistant beside him.
Old Song lowered his eyes again and saw the pink and chubby little face in front of him, with a pair of big obsidian eyes, staring at him very seriously.
He paused. Was the child still wary of him, afraid that he would steal the stick?
"Um... little friend, can you let the rest of us in the museum see this pair of sticks?"
Ruanruan on the other side did not respond to him, but stared at him.
Old Song was excited and a little nervous, and was planning to ask Ruan Jingye for help in persuading him.
Ruan Ruan narrowed her eyes and rubbed her nose. "Oh, alright, let them see."
"Go and call them!" Song Laochong said to his assistant.
"Mr. Song, is there something wrong with this stick?" The person next to him couldn't help but ask curiously.
"This is an antique! And it was used by the royal family of Gan Kingdom." Old Song suppressed his inner feelings and spoke excitedly.
At this moment, footsteps were heard behind me, and Professor Lu came over with a group of people.
"Teacher, where is the antique you mentioned?"
"That's it..." Old Song said excitedly, holding up the stick in his hand.
Ruan Jingye thought for a moment and said, "Why not take this opportunity to record this stick as well."
"Ruanruan, okay? This way everyone can see your stick."
"Okay, but will they snatch the stick from Ruanruan?" Ruanruan nodded, then hesitated.
"Don't worry, we will never reveal what happened today." Old Song promised.
Zheng Xian smiled and said, "The crew members won't tell anyone either."
They weren't kidding.
It's time to be vigilant if people knew that such an antique was in the hands of a child.
Ruanruan's situation will be very dangerous.
"Yeah, that's fine." Ruanruan nodded cautiously.
She gave all the sticks to Mr. Song, and Mr. Song placed the two bronze sticks in a glass cabinet.
"Then you and your uncle go sit over there." Ruan Jingye took Ruanruan's hand and walked towards the film crew.
The camera crew shouted.
Elder Song cleared his throat and said, "Please look, everyone. This is a pair of sticks from the Gan Kingdom over 2,000 years ago. There are two of them in total, and this pair of sticks only appears in some archaeological records."
"It's rumored that the second emperor of the Gan Kingdom personally made these twin staffs for Emperor Gan Taizong. They're made from a single piece of bronze, and the entire exterior was carved by Emperor Gan Wenzong himself. Look at the dragon patterns and the dragon heads; they're so lifelike, it's clear Emperor Gan Muzong's carving skills were exceptional."
"According to archaeological records, Emperor Qianlong was very fond of sculpture and spent a large part of his time on it, except for attending court."
"Some say Gan Muzong dotes on the crown prince, while others say Gan Muzong simply values the crown prince's position."
"No matter which one it is, this stick shows that he once had high hopes for the prince."
"These two bronze sticks not only have great historical value..."
Old Mr. Song was talking excitedly and incessantly.
Ruanruan didn't understand what he was saying. She leaned back on the recliner with her hands in her pockets.
I heard the staff next to me talking excitedly.
"Oh my god! That stick is really a bronze stick! Director Ruan's niece is so rich!"
"I thought it was fake, but it turned out to be real!"
"How could it be fake? Elder Song has personally verified it. How dare you question his judgment? He's a national treasure appraiser and the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau."
"I never knew that Director Ruan's family was so wealthy, and the two sticks my niece picked up to play with were actually antiques!"
"Director Ruan is truly the most approachable wealthy man I've ever met. He's very quiet and has no airs at all!"
…
"Uncle, are these two sticks particularly valuable? And what about that thing they said is more than two thousand years old?" Ruanruan looked puzzled and turned her head to look at Ruan Jingye.
"This is clearly a gift from Uncle Jin..."
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