"I think the paper of this book was obtained by tomb robbery."

Lin Han's words made the Zhuang family gasp.

Zhuang Xiao's face immediately turned cold and he said:

"Lin Han, you can't just say that. Even if the books were bought, if we hide them, we are still harboring thieves. This is no joke!"

Zhuang Kaiyuan looked stern, but his voice was calm:

"Yes, this matter is of great importance!"

Lin Han nodded, indicating that he understood what they said.

"Didn't anyone tell you when you asked someone else to identify it?"

Zhuang Xiao shook his head:

"No, I only have good relationships with people. If they knew it was a dirty trick, they would definitely not hide it from me!"

Lin Han nodded subconsciously:

"Then, maybe they themselves don't quite know the origins of these papers."

Lin Han's gaze fell on the empty space in the air, distant and peaceful.

"If I'm not mistaken, this paper is older than the Northern Song Dynasty."

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

Zhuang Kaiyuan and Zhuang Xiao asked in unison.

Indeed, this collection of Wang Wengong's works was written by Wang Anshi. Could it be earlier than the time of Wang Anshi's birth?

Lin Han ignored them and said to himself:

"The Chinese papermaking technique can be traced back to the Eastern Han Dynasty, but very few pieces of paper and pictures from that time have survived."

"First, it is difficult to preserve. Second, it is expensive. Some have been lost overseas."

"The only things left in the country are the Shangjing Museum and the museum in the Gulf. I estimate... most of them are buried underground."

"underground?"

Zhuang Kaiyuan stared at Lin Han with his eyes shining.

Lin Han nodded: "Yes, in the underground tombs of nobles, at that time, only the nobles could afford paper and were qualified to use paper as burial objects."

"If I'm not mistaken, these papers are burial objects of a man named Zhao Hai'er from the Sui Dynasty."

After talking about the history of that period, Zhuang Kaiyuan at least knew a little about it.

Zhuang Xiao had no idea.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yao has relatively complete knowledge in this area, after all, she graduated from a regular college.

"You mean, the Heavenly Master of Emperor Yang of Sui?"

Lin Han's eyes lit up and he nodded: "I didn't expect that Yaoyao, you actually know Zhao Haier?"

"I only have a vague idea, you can tell me what you want to say."

Zhuang Yao listened attentively and urged Lin Han to continue.

Lin Han continued:

"According to people who read Feng Shui, this Zhao Haier is a person who knows astronomy and geography. He was once worshipped as a heavenly master by Emperor Yang of Sui because he discovered dragon veins and pointed out the location of the imperial tombs of the Sui Dynasty."

"Zhao Haier's job is to calculate the mysteries of the heavens and find a suitable location for the imperial tomb."

"However, Zhao Haier had his own selfish motives. After finding the best location for the imperial mausoleum, he did not tell Emperor Yang of Sui, but told his descendants instead."

"After Zhao Haier died, his descendants buried him at that address according to Zhao Haier's will."

Lin Han shook his head:

"It's a pity that fate plays tricks on people. One cannot become an emperor just by having a good feng shui tomb. After Zhao Hai'er was buried, his descendants died mysteriously one after another. In the end, Zhao Hai'er's lineage was cut off!"

Hearing this, Zhuang Kaiyuan let out a sigh, leaned back on the sofa, and asked Lin Han:

"What does that have to do with the paper this book is made of?"

"The paper used for this book was buried with Zhao Haier. According to Zhao Haier's idea, his grandson would be able to become emperor."

"After becoming emperor, he will definitely renovate the imperial mausoleum. At that time, the things buried with Zhao Haier will be revealed to the world."

"When Zhao Haier was alive, he used heavenly water, earthly fire, and human essence to make paper to write the Zhao family tree. I guess this paper is the paper used for this book in front of me."

"Ah?" Everyone was shocked.

"Are you telling the truth?" Zhuang Xiao asked excitedly.

If what Lin Han said was true, it meant that this book was even more valuable than the real collected works of Wang Wengong.

As for being filthy, given his ability as a dealer, wiping off such a stain is a piece of cake.

Lin Han nodded:

"It should be fine. Do you know why the paper is so delicate and the ink stains don't smudge at all?"

Zhuang Kaiyuan and others shook their heads.

"Because it contains human blood and essence, and has been soaked in corpse water, it has already been soaked with all kinds of moisture, so the ink stains can't penetrate it at all."

He held the paper and twisted it slowly.

Sure enough, there was a little greasy stain on my fingers.

"Is that so?"

As Zhuang Kaiyuan spoke, he reached out to the edge of the book and twisted it, imitating Lin Han's example.

Sure enough, there was a little transparent grease on the tips of my thumb and index finger.

Lin Han asked Zhuang Yao to get some alcohol cotton: "Uncle, it's better not to touch this thing."

Zhuang Kaiyuan finally reacted and nodded hurriedly:

"Han'er, you are still very careful!"

After wiping his hands, Zhuang Kaiyuan asked Lin Han:

"Does that mean that the value of this book is actually not low?"

Lin Han nodded: "Not only is it not low, it is very high."

"The experts must have thought that the paper was not from the Song Dynasty and thought it was a fake, but they didn't expect it to be from the Sui Dynasty. Moreover, this kind of paper looks transparent and super thin, very similar to today's paper, so it's not surprising that it was considered a fake."

“I see!” Zhuang Kaiyuan patted his thigh, stood up, and walked to Lin Han:

"Luckily you are here! Otherwise, an old man like me would be heartbroken!"

As he said this, he patted Zhuang Yao's arm.

Zhuang Yao felt sweeter than eating honey.

"Lin Han came back with me. What a foresight!"

The intimate behavior of the three people here made Zhuang Xiao, who was standing aside, feel a little unhappy.

He looked at the book carefully and asked Lin Han:

"If no one dares to move, then what's the value of it? We don't dare to take action either!"

Lin Han smiled and said, "All highly poisonous things can be sold, not to mention that it's just a little corpse oil. I can wear gloves, don't worry, there are many people who will buy it!"

Hearing him say this, Zhuang Kaiyuan and Zhuang Yao couldn't help but feel happy.

The father and daughter took Lin Han out to eat and celebrate.

Lin Han did not refuse.

I didn’t have a good meal in Siping, and the roar of helicopters along the way made my mind a mess.

I really need to eat something to replenish my body.

Zhuang Kaiyuan hosted the party and found a five-star restaurant in the city center. Then the driver took them straight there.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening.

It is the peak time for visitors.

There was a long line of luxury cars parked outside the hotel.

However, the waiter still recognized Zhuang Kaiyuan's car immediately and took them to the private room on the top floor.

This is Lin Han’s first time to come to this kind of restaurant.

The quiet yet colorful atmosphere of the restaurant was extremely inconsistent with the temperament of his clothes.

The waiter who passed by quietly on the way did not dare to look at Lin Han, but he still inadvertently revealed a look of confusion.

Who is this person?

He turned out to be Zhuang Kaiyuan's guest of honor, and his relationship with Zhuang Yao was not simple at first glance.