Mr. Zhang sniffed.

Although I saw that the pot was full of scrap copper and iron, I still couldn't help swallowing my saliva.

Lin Han smiled:

"Hungry?"

"Not really, but your taste reminds me of what my grandmother-in-law used to cook for me when I was a kid."

Mr. Zhang closed his eyes and moved closer to the pot:

"At that time, pork was especially delicious. My mother-in-law made whistle noodles, which were two fingers wide..."

Gulp!

The sound of swallowing saliva is clear and loud:

"When I come back from school, my mother-in-law will bring the freshly cooked noodles to the eight-immortal table in the main hall. I usually like to eat some sweet noodles and then hand in the whistle!"

"Oh, don't even mention that feeling!"

Mr. Zhang was still not satisfied, so he went closer to the pot and smelled it again.

After a while, voices were heard outside the room.

I only heard Zhang's second son, Zhang Lao's younger brother, scolding from a distance:

"What are you all doing here? Go, go, go!"

"Uncle, they're cooking something inside. Please go in and ask. We want to eat."

A young voice answered.

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Laoer said this, walked to the door of the wing room and knocked.

Mr. Zhang had no choice but to go out and explain.

After a few rounds, they finally drove the child in front of the wing room away.

Naturally, Mr. Zhang did not tell his brother what Lin Han was cooking.

By evening, only half of the water was left in the pot.

That mirror also revealed something.

Strangely, the original dirt on the mirror surface has been almost removed, and even some of the rust has fallen off.

At the same time, the green copper mirror was steamed at high temperature, and a thin layer of black scale formed on its surface, making it look quite old.

“Tsk!”

Lin Han stared at the mirror, obviously not very satisfied.

“It still needs to be cooked!”

He thought about it and asked Mr. Zhang to tell the child to run errands to buy some hot pot base and moss from the flower, bird, fish and insect market.

After everything was back, Lin Han poured all the ingredients into the pot and added a thick layer of seaweed.

Then he lit the fire again.

After a while, a special fragrance filled the room again.

Mr. Zhang didn't dare to stay any longer.

If he stayed any longer, he was really afraid that he would pick up the spoon and scoop a spoonful of soup to drink.

He left the room, found a place in the yard, and sat down to enjoy the cool air.

Just as I sat down, I heard messy footsteps coming from the yard outside.

Then, the sound of conversation began.

"Zhang Tianlin, have you guys come to an agreement? President Shu doesn't have that much time to waste with you!"

Then, it was Zhang's younger brother's voice:

"We are considering it, considering it!"

"Think about it for nothing!"

The visitor was quite rude. He walked in while speaking and stood not far in front of Mr. Zhang.

It turned out to be the assistant who came with Shu Huaixi that day.

Judging from their looks, they seemed quite confident.

"Zhang Tianye, you are here, tell me, when will the contract be signed?"

The assistant looked down at Mr. Zhang and asked.

"I've already told you that I'll leave all matters concerning the house to Lin Han."

As soon as the voice fell, the assistant laughed arrogantly:

"Isn't he just a small boss? Let him handle it! It was our President Shu who gave him face that day! Let him get out and sign the contract! If you miss today, we won't be able to offer the same price as before!"

"ah!"

The shouting assistant suddenly had a large spoonful of red soup poured over his head.

The shiny, boiling red soup immediately poured all over the assistant.

The assistant protected his head and hurriedly pulled at his T-shirt.

The followers behind him also came forward to help.

"Go back and tell Shu Huaixi that if you want to talk, show your attitude. If you don't want to talk, don't harass me!"

Lin Han stood tall on the steps, with red soup still dripping from the steel spoon in his hand.

For some reason, the usually arrogant assistant didn't dare to say a word after Lin Han poured red soup all over him.

Maybe he was really scared.

He looked at Lin Han fearfully, and asked his followers to take him to the hospital.

The short farce ended, and a large group of people came and left in an instant.

But it also made Zhang Tianlin stunned and stood there in a daze.

After a long time, he looked at Lin Han's back as he entered the room and asked Mr. Zhang.

"Brother, who on earth is your boss? How dare he mess with Shu Huaixi's people?"

Mr. Zhang crossed his legs, his face showing no trace of anxiety:

"It is a blessing for our Zhang family to meet him, so please go ahead!"

The next day.

As soon as Lin Han opened his eyes, he got up and ran to the side room.

The water in the big pot is almost dry.

The scrap copper and iron on the bottom floor were covered with a thick layer of rust.

The mirror at the top has a clear surface, and the copper edging on the edge is covered with green rust and white salt.

It looks like...

Indistinguishable from the authentic ones!

"Mr. Zhang!"

Lin Han took out the mirror by placing a cloth strip under it.

In an instant, Mr. Zhang also pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as he saw the mirror in Lin Han's hand, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but exclaim.

"This... is from the Ming Dynasty?"

Lin Han's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Green copper rust and white salt alkali are the hallmarks of Ming Dynasty copper products. How do you think they look like Ming Dynasty copper products?"

Mr. Zhang came over and looked around the mirror several times.

"More than a resemblance, it's exactly like him!"

Lin Han was also very satisfied.

After looking around and confirming that there were no flaws, he said:

"When I cooked it for the first time yesterday, it wasn't perfect. It was only good enough to fool Bai Tingwei, Xing Xiao and others."

"Now... Immortal Nie will definitely not be able to tell...his teacher..."

Lin Han paused and said, "I should be able to get away with it!"

Mr. Zhang was still immersed in the fact that the bronze mirror changed from Daoguang to Ming Dynasty in one day.

It took him a long time to remember to ask, "Lin Han, why did you spend so much time making a bronze mirror?"

"Hang it up!"

"Hang? Where to hang?"

Lin Han took the mirror and walked out of the wing room, pointing at the center of the main room eaves from a distance: "Go there!"

"ah?"

Zhang Lao took a breath and said, "You are..."

Lin Han walked towards the main room and said:

"Mr. Zhang, this ancient house of yours is rare in a thousand years. No, no, no, it's rare in ten thousand years."

“So amazing?”

General Zhang was skeptical.

Lin Han was firm: "The golden nanmu beams, the screen wall, every brick and tile, every stone carving, and the building... these things must not be demolished!"

Old Zhang looked at Lin Han, waiting for his next words.

"But if we follow your current standards, coupled with the morals of those people in the cultural relics unit, I'm afraid we won't be able to protect it well, and I won't be able to give you the funds."

"So, I put this mirror up there... With this mirror, the fate of this old house will change dramatically!"

hiss……

Mr. Zhang took a breath of cold air.

He trusted Lin Han, 100%.

"Okay, I'll listen to you! As for those people in my family, I'll explain to them!"

Lin Han heard this and waved his hand:

"No need to explain. I will give them the compensation I mentioned myself."

What?

Old Zhang looked at Lin Han, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Lin Han is rich.

There is a lot of money.

But the compensation for the Zhang family’s ancient house is not a small amount.

According to Lin Han’s previous promise, the conservative estimate is around 40 to 50 million!