The car sped along and soon arrived at Jingyuan, an upscale community located along the Huangpu River.
This is a river-view apartment chosen for Duanmu by his old housekeeper, who lives far away in Chicago.
The house was very large, with two floors totaling about 600 square meters. It was a large duplex structure, with each floor being as high as two floors in an ordinary house. In other words, Duanmu Ci lived alone on four floors, but it only looked like two floors – two large floors.
The wooden furniture and black-and-white painted walls gave the house a simple and minimalist look, even subtly hinting at a retro style. Duanmu Ci casually strolled around, then sat down on the rounded corner sofa in the living room and unbuttoned his briefcase—
The suitcase contained a dozen or so sheets of paper and several small notebooks. Duanmu Ci casually flipped through them and found nothing special—just some documents proving identity and education, and things like a driver's license. These things were ordinary, but very important—
Duanmu Ci once met some Chinese students in the United States. They told him that without these things, he would find it difficult to get by in China.
Duanmu Ci, who had long been determined to return to China, had been secretly keeping an eye on things and preparing these things since then, and now they were finally coming in handy.
He picked out a few important documents and put the rest back in the suitcase.
Duanmu Ci casually placed the suitcase on the low coffee table, but suddenly noticed a blue and white porcelain piece on the table that looked very familiar...
Duanmu Ci remembered that he had personally carried this blue and white porcelain vase out of the kiln in Jingdezhen in the 21st year of the Chenghua reign of the Ming Dynasty. It also had an inscription written by the kiln owner at the time, making it a truly rare treasure.
But... why am I here?
Duanmu Ci lived for over two thousand years, and the antiques he accumulated were beyond the imagination of so-called collectors. He could even compare with the British Museum, let alone the petty Palace Museum.
However, due to the sheer number of antiques and the turmoil of late Qing Dynasty times, Duanmu Ci had them hidden away in batches. Unexpectedly, the old steward used a small portion to decorate the house – quite a waste! I wonder what kind of amusing expressions the collectors would have if they knew…
Duanmu Ci looked up and gazed around—
The calligraphy hanging on the left wall should be Wang Xizhi's running script; the wine pot on the coffee table seems to be a gift from Li Bai to himself when he was drinking at a tavern run by foreigners in the East Market of Chang'an; the ceramics on the entryway look like the long-lost Tang tri-colored pottery... and there, the jade ornament hanging on the doorknob should be the work of Lu Zigang, the Ming Dynasty jade carving master...
All of these things—
If experts in archaeology and antiquities were here, they would be quite surprised to find that many treasures that were lost or destroyed in historical records and ancient notes are still lying here safely, serving as inconspicuous decorations...
What a waste of resources...
Duanmu Ci was unaware of the different housing price levels in China. He only vaguely felt that if he sold all these "decorations" and "furniture," he could probably buy several such "Jingyuan" gardens.
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