They were going to walk around for a while longer, but seeing that Ling Yun really wasn't in the mood, Du Ruo pulled him away, and they could come back when Ling Yun was in a better mood.
Ling Yun did not resist and was dragged away by Du Ruo. He really didn't 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, a simple and elegant style, without any of the stiffness of a fake. Every detail was so perfect under the light.
Ling Feng is simply amazing. It is said that someone took a fake to a museum and no experts recognized it.
Du Ruo looked at the bronze jar with a serious expression: "Do you still want to pursue this matter? You should know that you are not just affecting the interests of one person. Perhaps he is trying to protect himself, or perhaps he has no choice and will not show mercy to you."
Ling Yun sneered, "So what if I'm merciless? Didn't they kill me once? If you have the guts, kill me again."
Du Ruo couldn't help but say, "This fake can't 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've discovered that you and Yuan Tingchuan are truly a perfect match. You both only care about your own business and don't care about the troubles of others. Yuan Tingchuan always acts like a decent person, but I've known him for two lifetimes, and he's a black-hearted person. Actually, Ruoruo, you're the same. Just think about how many people were fooled by your appearance back then? To be honest, you and Yuan Tingchuan should be a perfect couple. You really look like a perfect couple."
Du Ruo gritted her teeth and said, "Ling Xiaosan, are you waiting for me to whip 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 you suddenly like these things?"
Du Ruo rolled her eyes at him and said, "I always feel that the thickness of this painting is not right. I'm 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, took the scroll in his hand, and traced the painting inch by inch with his fingers. He paused, then traced it again bit by bit, and said to the bodyguard outside the door, "Get some tools."
As he spoke, he pointed to the scroll on the table. The bodyguard agreed and went out. After a while, he brought back a bunch of tools.
Ling Yun took the scroll apart 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 work that had revealed its true appearance, searching for the signature.
Ling Yun was already surprised and said, "This is Zeng Gong's 'Jushi Tie', the only calligraphy work handed down from Zeng Gong, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. It's a letter he wrote to a fellow townsman and old friend. It has been collected by many famous people in history. Look at the seal on it. It's a treasure handed down from generation to generation. How did it end up here?"
Ling Yun excitedly took out a magnifying glass and examined it inch by inch. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's an authentic work. It is indeed an authentic work."
He looked up at Du Ruo in surprise: "Tell me the truth, do you have any X-ray vision or something like that?"
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. Du Ruo said, "Don't you think about it? If I really had X-ray vision, wouldn't I be picking up things in bundles and bringing them home?"
That's right, and then he said excitedly: "You're not bad. When you have a good feeling tomorrow, can you show me your feeling?"
Du Ruo blinked: "No problem, I'll tell you when it works."
Ling Yun reluctantly looked back at the "Bureau Affairs Post". What a good thing, the 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. There were 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's a very steep section of road in the middle, and it's a must-go. It can be said that one man can block the way for ten thousand men."
Ling Yun pondered for a long while: "I'll go over and take a look. If you wait here for me, I'll leave the big guy to you."
"You can take them all away. It's broad daylight, and I'm fine."
The person Ling Yun was going to find was very dangerous and the place was remote. Bringing one more person would mean 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 if you get into trouble. Wait for me to come back."
Du Ruo smiled: "How come you've become so nagging now that you've changed your clothes? Stop nagging and go on your way."
Early the next morning, Ling Yun left with his men. Du Ruo packed up and left the hotel. He found a rickshaw and walked slowly towards the address.
The tricycle took Du Ruo all the way to the gate of a courtyard house. Du Ruo paid the fare, walked up the steps in front of the door, and gently knocked on the doorknob.
She noticed that there were several cars parked at the door, probably some guests had arrived.
The person who opened the door was a young man in his twenties. He took the invitation Du Ruo handed over, looked at it, stepped back, and gestured to him, "Please come in."
Du Ruo walked around the screen wall and saw a small courtyard. The young man led him through the corridor and directly to the small garden. He walked him all the way to a flower hall.
The layout of the flower hall is very special, a bit like an ancient teahouse. There are small square tables at the bottom with exquisite covered bowls on them, and a small display stand above. No one has gone up there yet.
Several tables of people had already sat down at the small square table below 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, there were very few young people, many male guests, and only a few female guests in groups of three or four.
The layout of the flower hall is also very exquisite. Ancient paintings are hung on the walls, the ceiling is dotted with palace lanterns in an orderly manner, and incense is burning on the small tripod in the corner, giving it a quite antique flavor.
Du Ruo looked into the garden and saw pine and stone rockery, a small bridge and flowing water, and a pond dotted with lotus flowers, which swayed gently in the breeze.
It seems that the owner of this house is extraordinary. Anyone who can hold such an auction must be a very powerful person.
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