"Is your family involved in collecting?"
"There are so many antiques!" Chen Tiansheng exclaimed.
"My father is a collector!"
"And I was also influenced by him, in addition to my legitimate profession."
"I also go to the antique market to find some antiques to keep at home," Lin Qianshu said.
"This room full of antiques represents all the wealth my daughter and I have!"
"Because I've mastered some techniques, the antiques I've acquired are mostly rare treasures."
“There are very few fakes,” she said with a hint of pride.
“Your father taught you that, didn’t he?” Chen Tiansheng walked up to a shelf, picked up a bronze bowl, tapped it, and said.
"Hmm." Lin Qianshu nodded, took down a God of Wealth from another shelf, wiped it with a cloth, and said, "Sometimes in northern Myanmar, I said that if you come to Jingling, I will definitely give you a few gifts!"
"You are a businessman, and the God of Wealth is very suitable for you!"
“So, I’m giving it to you!” she said.
"Hehe, that was so long ago."
"You remember it so clearly!" Chen Tiansheng said.
"How could I forget the life-saving grace!" Lin Qianshu said.
"Alright then, I'll take it." Chen Tiansheng took it and put it away.
"If there's anything else you like, I'll give you a few more!" Lin Qianshu added.
"That's really generous!"
"Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Chen Tiansheng walked inside.
My gaze swept across the shelves one by one, finally settling on a painting hanging on the wall.
The paper in this painting has turned black.
It must be from a very long time ago.
Strangely, the figures inside were brightly colored and spotless.
The figure is a woman in red, lying on a bed, seemingly asleep.
A strangely shaped broken sword was stuck in the ground.
The bloodstains on the sword hilt were vividly red!
"Mr. Chen, do you like this painting?" Lin Qianshu walked over and asked.
"Hmm, how about you give it to me?" Chen Tiansheng said.
“I can give it to you.”
"But it's a bit strange!"
“I’m worried it will cause you trouble!” Lin Qianshu said.
"Tell me, how exactly does it work?" Chen Tiansheng asked, intrigued.
“It will bring bad luck!” Lin Qianshu said.
"This is especially fatal for businessmen!"
"Go on," Chen Tiansheng said, raising an eyebrow.
"Mm," Lin Qianshu nodded and said.
"I found this painting in an antique shop that was about to go out of business."
"The shop owner said he obtained it from a desolate place."
"After we put it in the store, business was booming!"
"It will gradually decline."
"Later, there wasn't a single person left!"
"In the end, they couldn't even pay the rent and were on the verge of bankruptcy!"
"Seeing that I was very interested in it, they gave it to me like it was a plague!"
"Not a single penny was taken!"
"And he said that if anything happens in the future, don't contact him!"
"I didn't take it to heart at the time!"
"After I got it back, I hung it on the wall."
"After my father saw it, he immediately invited a high-ranking monk to perform rituals for several days!"
"In his words, it's to ward off evil spirits!"
"They even pasted talismans on the back of the painting!" Lin Qianshu said, lifting the painting to reveal that the back was indeed covered with talismans.
"If that's the case, why not just throw it away?" Chen Tiansheng asked.
"I don't really believe in that."
“So, it’s just been hanging there!” Lin Qianshu said.
"Then give it to me!"
“Maybe I can subdue it!” Chen Tiansheng said.
"Do you really want it?" Lin Qianshu asked.
"Mm." Chen Tiansheng nodded.
"Then take it!"
"What if your career doesn't go well in the future!"
"Or something might go wrong!"
"You can take it back!"
“Any antiques in the room, and a few more!” Lin Qianshu said.
“Okay.” Chen Tiansheng nodded.
After that, Lin Qianshu brought over a stool from the corner of the wall, stood on it, and took the painting down.
After rolling it up, he handed it to Chen Tiansheng.
Chen Tiansheng took it and put it away.
"Let's get some rest today!"
"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the scenic area!" Lin Qianshu said.
"Okay!!" Chen Tiansheng nodded.
After the two left the small house, Lin Qianshu checked the time: four o'clock in the afternoon.
Time to prepare dinner.
She returned to the main courtyard to prepare dinner.
Chen Tiansheng then went to his room.
"Shu'er, come here for a moment." Lin Qianshu was busy in the kitchen when Madam Lin appeared at the door and said.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Lin Qianshu asked.
"I want to tell you something!" Madam Lin said.
“Then let’s talk here!” Lin Qianshu said.
"Let's talk in the room," Madam Lin said.
"What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?" Lin Qianshu washed her hands and came out.
"You'll understand when the time comes!" Madam Lin chuckled, took her hand, and left.
Inside the room at the affiliated hospital, Chen Tiansheng took out the scroll, opened it, and examined it carefully.
The paper was old, but the portrait itself was very new, as if it had been painted not long ago.
This made him somewhat suspicious!
Are drawing paper and portraits products of two different eras?
But who would draw an image on an old piece of paper?
No normal person would do that.
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