Chapter 88 "Office Affairs Post"

Originally they wanted to walk around for a while longer, but when Du Ruo saw that Ling Yun really wasn't in the mood, she pulled him away and told him they could come back someday when Ling Yun was in a better mood.

Ling Yun did not resist and was dragged away by Du Ruo. He really did not have the mood to wander around now.

The two returned to the hotel, and Du Ruo carefully observed the bronze jar on the table. It had a smooth shape and was simple and elegant. It did not have the dullness of a fake at all, and every detail was so perfect under the light.

This Lingfeng is so amazing that it is said that someone took a fake to a museum and even the experts couldn't recognize it.

Du Ruo looked at the bronze jar with a serious expression: "Do you still want to investigate? You have to know that you are not touching the interests of one person. Maybe he is protecting himself, or maybe he has no choice and will not show mercy to you."

Ling Yun sneered: "So what if they are merciless? Didn't they kill me once? If you have the guts, kill me again."

Du Ruo couldn't help but say, "This counterfeit cannot be eradicated. He has nothing to do with your Ling family now. Why are you so persistent?"

Ling Yun looked at Du Ruo: "Ruoruo, I find that you and Yuan Tingchuan are really a pair. You both take care of your own business and don't care about other people's troubles. Yuan Tingchuan pretends to be a decent person all day long, but I have known him for two lifetimes, and he is a black-hearted person. In fact, Ruoruo, you are the same. Just tell me how many people were fooled by your appearance back then? To be honest, you and Yuan Tingchuan should be a pair. You really look like a couple."

Du Ruo gritted her teeth and said, "Ling Xiaosan, are you waiting for me to beat you?"

Ling Yun made a surrender gesture, changed the subject, and glanced at the scroll on the table: "What's going on? Don't tell me that you suddenly like these things?"

Du Ruo rolled his eyes at him and said, "I always feel that the thickness of this painting is not right. I am interested in buying it and studying it."

Ling Yun raised his eyebrows. They had been friends for many years. Based on his understanding of Du Ruo, this thing must be a little unusual.

Ling Yun leaned over and took the scroll in his hand, and stroked the painting inch by inch with his fingers. He paused, touched it again bit by bit, and said to the bodyguard outside the door: "Bring some tools over."

As he spoke, he pointed to the scroll on the table. The bodyguard agreed and went out, returning with a bunch of tools a short while later.

Ling Yun unpacked the scroll and gently peeled off the drawing paper. Sure enough, there was a yellowed interlayer inside. He glanced at his friend and slowly peeled off the top layer.

Du Ruo looked at the revealed work, searching for the signature.

Ling Yun was already surprised and said, "This is Zeng Gong's "Ju Shi Tie", the only calligraphy work handed down from Zeng Gong, one of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties. This is a letter he wrote to his fellow townsmen and old friends. It has been collected by many famous people in history. Look at the seal on it. This is a treasure handed down from generation to generation. How come it is here?"

Ling Yun excitedly took out a magnifying glass and examined it inch by inch. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It is an authentic work. It is indeed an authentic work."

He looked up at Du Ruo in surprise: "Tell me the truth, do you have some kind of X-ray vision?"

Du Ruo smiled bitterly and said, "No, I just have a sixth sense, but it sometimes works and sometimes doesn't."

Ling Yun was half-believing and half-doubting, and Du Ruo said, "Don't you think about it? If I really had X-ray vision, wouldn't I be carrying a lot of stuff home?"

That's right. Then he said excitedly: "You are not bad. Let me see your sensitive feeling tomorrow."

Du Ruo blinked and said, "No problem. I'll tell you when it works."

Ling Yun reluctantly looked back at the "Bureau Affairs Poster". What a great thing! There is only one of its kind in the world.

Ling Yun was reading "Bureau News" when his big bodyguard hurried in from outside, holding a note in his hand and handed it to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun took it and looked at it, and saw a few words written on it: "Mind your own business."

Ling Yun frowned, and the big man said, "It was brought here by a child."

Du Ruo looked at the note and asked, "Have you been too active recently?"

Ling Yun gritted his teeth and said nothing. He looked at the big man and asked, "Where is the place you found?"

"Qingshan Village." The big man recalled the terrain again. "There is a very steep section of the road in the middle, and it is a must-go road. It can be said that one man can block the way for ten thousand men."

Ling Yun pondered for a while and said, "I'll go over and take a look. If you wait here for me, I'll leave the big guy to you."

"Take them all away, in broad daylight, I'm fine."

The person Ling Yun was going to find was very dangerous and the place was remote, so bringing one more person would provide an extra layer of protection. Not to mention that the big guy was someone Ling Yun relied on, so she couldn't let him stay.

"Ghost Street is too chaotic. Don't go there alone. If you really want to go, wait for me to come back and accompany you. You can go to the trade fair. I'll leave you the invitation. Don't be stubborn. Wait for me to come back."

Du Ruo smiled: "Now that you've changed your clothes, how come you've become so nagging? Stop nagging and go on your way."

Early the next morning, Ling Yun took his people away. Du Ruo packed up and left the hotel, found a rickshaw, and slowly drove to the address.

The tricycle took Du Ruo all the way to the gate of a courtyard house. Du Ruo paid the fare, went up the steps in front of the door, and knocked on the door gently.

She noticed that there were several cars parked at the door, which must be the arrival of some guests.

The person who opened the door was a young man in his twenties. He took the invitation handed to him by Du Ruo, looked at it, stepped back and made a gesture of invitation: "Please come in."

Du Ruo walked around the screen wall and saw a small courtyard. The young man led him through the corridor and went directly to the small garden. He took Du Ruo to a flower room.

The layout of the flower hall is very special, a bit like an ancient teahouse, with small square tables at the bottom, on which are placed exquisite covered bowls, and a small display stand at the top, but no one has gone up there yet.

Several tables of people had already sat down at the small square table under the stage. Du Ruo sat down at a table near the window and looked around.

Most of the people who came were middle-aged or older, with very few young people. There were many male guests and only a few female guests.

The decoration of the flower hall is also very exquisite. There are ancient paintings hanging on the walls, the ceiling is decorated with palace lanterns in an orderly manner, and incense is burning in a small tripod in the corner, which has a quite antique flavor.

Du Ruo looked into the garden and saw pine and stone rockeries, a small bridge, flowing water, and a pond dotted with lotus flowers, which swayed gently in the breeze.

It seems that the owner of this house is not ordinary. Anyone who can hold such an auction must be a very powerful person.