Luo Zhentian took a sip of hot tea and asked slowly, "What's wrong with these two prodigal sons?"
"That guy named Liu Li is sick. His intestinal flora is out of balance. He can't digest food and is almost starving to death!"
Zhou Dabao shook his head and sighed repeatedly, "Before Liu Lizheng passed away, I went to visit him at the retirement home. Brother Liu was so skinny, and his two unfilial sons didn't even have anyone to serve him! What karma! Qingshan, I'll go with you while you're getting treatment and give them a lesson on Liu Lizheng's behalf!"
Before Qingshan could say anything, Luo Zhentian glared at him, "Why are you educating Lao Liu's son? How can you be so petty? You just want to watch the fun! Qingshan, I want to go and see too!"
Qingshan: ...These two old guys are becoming more and more like children as they get older!
Qingshan ate and drank his fill, then drank a cup of hot tea to help digest the food before going to the clinic with the two nosy old men.
Liu Jun stayed with his brother and waited in the clinic. He wandered around the room when he had nothing to do and unexpectedly found a lot of good things.
First up, those two potted plants on the windowsill, with their palm-sized leaves and small red fruits, are actually ginseng! They have eight-colored leaves, jujube-shaped stems, and so many ginseng roots that they're bulging out of the pots. The skin is tight, with fine lines and prominent pearly dots. This... this is wild ginseng, a century old one at that!
Even though Liu Jun was not a high-ranking official, he grew up in the imperial city after all. He had seen and eaten wild ginseng before. His family had century-old wild ginseng, but this was the first time he had seen fresh ginseng, and he had never heard of seeing it grown in a pot as a fresh flower!
There is an ancient painting called "Zhichuan Migration Map" hanging on the wall. Judging from the color of the paper and the material of the scroll, it should be an authentic work with a long history. When Liu Jun saw this painting, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Although Liu Jun always failed in math, physics and chemistry when he was in school, he was good at literature and history. He also liked to show off his knowledge and was very interested in antiques, calligraphy and paintings. He had collected and bought quite a few of them over the past ten years, so he had a good eye for these things.
A year ago, before Liu Li fell ill, he had a sudden urge to collect some antiques. He took Liu Jun to a Christie's auction in Hong Kong to have his elder brother take a look. The top lot at the auction was the "Zhichuan Migration Map," which was bought by a Hong Kong liquor merchant named Chu for 150 million RMB.
At that time, Liu Jun even laughed at the rich man for having so much money that he should have bought a famous painting like "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". How could he spend over 100 million yuan to buy such an unknown painting?
And this ancient painting worth 150 million yuan is actually placed in this hall, hung on the wall with an iron nail, with the door wide open, and there is not even any anti-theft device. The owner of the house is too careless!
Liu Jun swallowed his saliva and muttered to himself: This must be fake! A high-quality imitation!
Liu Jun then walked over to the treasure rack and carefully examined the bottles and jars on the shelf. This time, he was even more surprised. He found several auction items, all of which had sold for less than 50 million yuan. Among them was a Yuan Dynasty blue and white plum vase with a peony pattern. Liu Jun was deeply impressed. Liu Li had fallen in love with it at first sight, but due to insufficient liquidity, he missed the opportunity to buy it.
Liu Jun went to the chaise longue and woke up Liu Li, who looked like a frost-bitten eggplant. "Second brother, second brother, don't fucking sleep! Look at that Yuan Dynasty blue and white plum vase on the shelf. Is that the one you didn't bid on in Hong Kong?"
Liu Li lost a lot of weight in a short period of time, the skin on his face became loose, and his eyelids were triple-layered. He raised his upper body with great effort and looked in the direction of Liu Jun's finger. At a glance, he saw the plum vase that he had been thinking about for a long time.
"Yes! Damn it, the guy who was bidding against me is from this clinic? Fuck him... Damn it..."
Liu Li was so tired that he started panting after just one sentence. Liu Jun quickly took a pillow and stuffed it behind his back, letting him sit back on the couch.
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