For a moment, Lu Ze felt like he was sitting on hot charcoal and almost jumped up.
He stroked the back of the chair with his palm and exclaimed in amazement: "My goodness, it's been seven hundred years. How did you protect it? How can it still be able to sit?"
"There is a craftsman's seal under the chair." Si Ming explained to him.
Lu Ze stood up puzzledly, squatted down, turned on the flashlight on his cell phone, and lifted the chair.
I suddenly saw a seal on the inside of one of the legs.
After hundreds of years, it is still clear and distinct.
"Meng Li..."
He stood up and sat down again.
"Meng Li... Holy shit, the representative of the Mohist School, Meng Li?"
No wonder.
With this seal, the value of this chair increases tenfold, or even more.
After all, Meng Li is a well-known figure in the Mohist school, and his works are extremely rare.
He attended.
The chair under my butt is actually the work of this great master.
That's not right.
He looked at Si Ming and said, "You put such a valuable thing in the pavilion. Aren't you afraid that it might be stolen?"
Si Ming sighed slightly, "This is the Jiang family, a top-notch family that has existed for nearly two thousand years, and it is also the first ancient martial arts family. Who dares to sell it?"
"Every blade of grass and every tree in this ancient building complex is her private property. If someone dares to sell it secretly, someone else must be brave enough to buy it back. Otherwise, the higher-ups won't agree."
Moreover, the Jiang family has a complete system of supporting clan members.
I will never let my clan members reach the point of poverty and stealing the clan’s assets and selling them.
Since you have money and free time, who would risk being sentenced to jail to do such an unprofitable thing?
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