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What's more, Lin Xi has preliminarily determined that the old object hidden in the painting of men and horses is a calligraphy with only a hundred words, which is likely to be the genuine work of a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. Its value can only be described as a thousand words, at least worth more than one million yuan. How can Lin Xi be unhappy?

Although he has made a windfall in the past two months by picking up the missing items, he has not much cash left because of the large amount of expenses. In the field of antiques, if there is no large amount of money to support him, he is afraid that he will never get ahead. Therefore, Lin Xi is in urgent need of a large amount of money to go around. He originally planned to settle down in his home and go to the cloud to reconsider the problem of funds However, he would like to see and hear about it in advance.

After a little meditation, Lin Xi takes out the phone and calls Zhao Guodong. He tells Zhao Guodong that he will not go back if he has something else to do. If there is something on the other side, he calls him again. Moreover, Lin Xi tells Zhao Guodong that the other party may not make any moves these two days, but he should be careful of the other party's insidious moves. At least the factory has to keep people watching.

Why? Lin Xi found that the reason why the other party's factory has been out of sight these two days is not because he came back from Xinjiang, but because of other special reasons. However, Lin Xi is not sure what the specific reason is, but the only thing he can be sure is that the other party must have some scruples and what will restrain him, otherwise he will not disappear for two days.

After talking to Zhao Guodong on the phone, Lin Xi distinguishes the next direction. Then he takes the brick in his hand and walks to Chen he's address. Chen he's address is also strange. It's a villa not far from Zhao Guodong's factory. Chen he says that the villa is his old friend's residence. Anyway, he stays in Cangxi for two or three days and just lives there I'll have tea with my old friends.

More than 20 minutes later, Lin Xi rang the doorbell outside the villa as promised. After the doorbell rang three times, an old and familiar voice came from the yard: "come on, come on, I heard it all. What's the strength of pressing it all the time?"

It's not that Lin Xi forgot Chen he's voice after only two months' absence. On the contrary, he still remembers Chen he's sonorous, powerful and resonant voice. The voice from the yard, though full of medium spirit, is a bit refined, far less distinctive than Chen he's personality.

The most important thing is that Lin Xi vaguely remembers where he heard the voice, and he must have seen the owner of the voice, so he feels that the voice is quite familiar, and he can't remember where he heard it for another time, so he feels confused.

The door of the villa was opened from the inside. Lin Xizheng wanted to greet the person who opened the door, but he swallowed it as soon as he said it, and then exclaimed in surprise: "Mr. old, it's you... Who opened the door for Lin Xi. It's no one else. It's the one who wanted to accept Lin Xi's brush for 300000 yuan at the beginning of beimengou street, the one who wore the long brush Mr. Wu is a man with a feather fan.

Like Lin Xi, old Wu was also surprised when he saw Lin Xi, but he didn't exclaim like Lin Xi. After he was just surprised, he showed a gentle smile: "young man, we meet again ·····"

speaking of this, the old man seemed to think of something. He gave Lin Xi a strange look, and then asked, "are you Lin Xi?"

I don't know if it's an illusion. Lin Xi always feels that the way Wu looks at himself seems to contain a lot of emotions, including surprise, strangeness and disbelief. Even Lin Xi feels that he is being abused. Under Wu's burning eyes, Lin Xi is under a lot of pressure, as if his new son-in-law is censored by his mother-in-law.

In order to avoid the embarrassment in his heart, Lin Xi had to admit: "yes, old man. I'm Lin Xi. I'm looking for old Mr. Chen he. Is he there?"

After another deep look at Lin Xi, Mr. Wu pulled the gate inside and gave up his seat for Lin Xi to come in. Then he said with a smile: "come in, Mr. Chen Niandao. You've been waiting for your boy to come here all morning... I'd like to have a good look. Whether you're so good or not, you're going to be praised to heaven."

Hearing Wu's words, Lin Xi was stunned. What is boasting to heaven? Is he so good in Chen he's eyes?

With doubts in his heart, Lin Xi said thank you to Mr. Wu, then walked into the gate of the villa and formally stepped into the courtyard of the villa. Lin Xi saw that there was a cultivated vegetable field in the courtyard of the villa, which usually planted some small vegetables. But because of the cold weather, the vegetable field was deserted, leaving only the bare and frozen soil, which was indomitable in the cold wind .

In addition, in the courtyard near the villa house, Lin Xi also saw a row of orderly stacked firewood, which were cut down by trees on the mountain and used as fuel for the fire.

At that time, next to the firewood, there was a stove built of stone. On the stove, there was a stainless steel kettle with a thick waist. In the stove under the kettle, the red tongue of fire kept running, making a harsh whistling sound in the cold wind. While the tongue of fire kept running, the water in the stainless steel kettle had been boiling, making a gurgling rhythm, even making a sound And keep pushing up the lid of the kettle.

Maybe it's too heavy to bear the burden. Boiling water has been pouring out from the edge of the stainless steel kettle. At the mouth of the stainless steel kettle, a water mist with thick fingers keeps climbing up and soon disappears into the air, just like the white smoke from the big chimney on the front of the old iron train.Mr. Wu, who had just closed the door of the villa, saw that the boiling water in the kettle had already rolled away. Suddenly, he yelled "ah", patted his hand with a feather fan on his thigh, ran to the stove in a hurry, and cried out, "Oh, I'm busy opening the door for you, but I forgot to boil the kettle. It's a pity, it's a pity, it's too wasteful ·"

After a pause, Mr. Wu suddenly got a little angry and said angrily to the villa, "Mr. Chen, this boy named Lin Xi has come. Don't fiddle with those broken papers and words. It's a pity that my pot of boiling water is good."

Lin Xi was puzzled. This is a pot of boiling water. What's so pitiful? Seeing old Wu's heartbroken appearance, he thought it was Qiong Jiang Yu Ye.

Hearing Mr. Wu's cry, there was a loud laugh in the villa: "ha ha ha, it's just a pot of boiling water. If it's not enough, I'll send you two more pots. It's worth your heartache... Where's Lin Xi?"

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