Ranguang Treasure Mirror

Xu Zhige thought for a while and asked, "What should I do?"

To solve the trouble from the source, the best way is to kill Murong Feifeng, is that what you mean?

"Let your father divorce her!" Zhou Xiru said in a low voice, "I really don't understand, if they love each other and have no children, she has a little selfish desire to make her natal nephew the adopted son of your father, that's fine, but , from what you told me, they have been..."

You haven't been married for so many years, so what do you do together?

Zhou Xiru didn't even know, what exactly was Murong Feifeng planning?money?

"That's right!" Xu Zhijie patted his head and said, "Ah Ru, I was probably taught badly by them. I originally thought...to solve the trouble from the source, I have to solve Mrs. Feifeng. , Let my father divorce her."

"Yes!" Zhou Xiru smiled, "Where do you want to go?"

"I'll go back and ask my father." Xu Zhixuan nodded repeatedly.

What Zhou Xiru didn't expect was that when they were gossiping, someone came to the stage to look at the goods again. Of course, they also returned in the end.

Now the jackpot on the lottery table is 800 million, and the next one to see the goods will need 1600 million. This is not a small number, so, the silence...

Waiting for the time to come, Wang Houzi took a painting box to the stage and placed it on the colored table.

Since it was a painting, Zhou Xiru and others couldn't see it, but Tu Xingsun read aloud: "Qi Baishi's "Dragonfly Playing with Lotus", the price is 1600 million, please see the goods!"

"Please wait a moment," Wang Houzi said.

"Wang Houzi, the time is coming soon." Tu Xingsun sneered, "You asked me to wait, how long will you wait?"

"It won't take long, a few minutes, people have already arrived at the door, and they will be there soon." Wang Houzi smiled cheerfully, thinking in his heart, it's okay, his uncle finally figured it out, or in other words, after all, he was chanting a little incense mutual affection?

"Hmph!" Tu Xingsun sneered, "Looking for help temporarily?"

"Didn't you also look for it just now?" Wang Houzi smiled, "If you talk about bad rules, you were the one who broke them first. Besides, all the guests can participate, so I can't invite my uncle to come over and help Zhang Yan?"

"Isn't your Monkey King a loner? You still have an uncle?" Tu Xingsun's mouth was harsh enough, and he didn't even swear at anyone.

Zhou Xiru felt strange and asked, "Uncle, do you know who Wang Houzi's uncle is?"

"I don't know!" Ma Jie shook his head and said, "I never heard that this old man has an uncle. Tu Xingsun is right, Wang Houzi is a lonely family."

"He seems to be quite capable. Didn't he marry a wife and have children?" Xu Zhixuan asked in surprise.

Ma Jie smiled and said, "I don't know about that."

Everyone was somewhat interested in Wang Houzi's uncle, but Zhou Xiru was very interested in Qi Baishi's "Dragonfly Playing with Lotus" on the colored table.

At the beginning, when she received Qi Baishi's "Dragonfly Playing with a Lotus" from Zhu Youming's house, she discovered that the size of the painting looked like a screen painting, and there was definitely not only one screen painting in the same series.

Of course, she was already satisfied to have one of such treasures, and never thought of collecting all the paintings of Qi Baishi's series.

However, when it happened by chance, she naturally couldn't miss it.

She herself learned to paint, and she loves ancient paintings and famous paintings very much. The classic masterpieces of famous masters like Qi Baishi are really too lethal to her.

This is why she was so annoyed when she saw Qi Baishi's painting destroyed by greasy handprints.

Everyone didn't wait for long. After a few minutes, the door of the meeting room was pushed open, and a refined and thin old man walked in surrounded by several young people.

Zhou Xiru looked at that person, and cursed inwardly—this world is small enough.

Wang Houzi's uncle turned out to be Professor Wang?

At this time, Professor Wang had already walked in with Li Er, Li Geng, Zhu Dazui, and Chen Dayong.

Monkey King went up to meet him, laughed along with him, and said shyly, "Greetings to Uncle."

"Get out!" Professor Wang scolded, "Look at your talent."

"Uncle, my nephew can't do anything about it. How do you know that you'll meet that troublesome dog when you're just eating a living in the rivers and lakes?" Wang Houzi said while supporting Professor Wang and walking towards the colorful table.

"Bronzeware?" Professor Wang asked.

"Hmm..." Wang Houzi said in a low voice, "Please ask uncle for help, otherwise, my nephew will die here tonight."

Professor Wang gave him a gouged look, wanting to scold him, but finally held back and asked, "What if I can't identify it?"

Wang Houzi's face was gloomy and gloomy.

Looking at his appearance, Professor Wang sighed. If he hadn't met Zhou Xiru and others in Luohe this time, if he hadn't witnessed the death, or if he hadn't killed a group of killers alive, Wang Houzi invited him today. Absolutely not coming.

He has been timid and cautious all his life, trembling...

Unexpectedly, when I was old, I went astray.

"Old man, please take a look!" Tu Xingsun also didn't know Professor Wang, but seeing Professor Wang's appearance, he knew that this person must be a well-known archeology professor and connoisseur in the circle.

"Well, I don't know much about bronze wares." Professor Wang took the magnifying glass while talking, squatted down on the ground, and began to examine the bronze bird statue carefully.

He said that he didn't understand bronze ware, but when he touched it with his fingers, he was almost sure that it was not from the Western Zhou Dynasty.

However, the appearance of this black bird is a typical appearance of a black bird of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Holding a magnifying glass, he began to carefully examine the bronze bird statue——

No, this is definitely not something from the Western Zhou Dynasty, the copper rust is wrong.

Even if the patina has been tampered with, worn down, and raised again...but it can't change its essence.

Is it not the Western Zhou Dynasty, or a modern imitation?

But it's not right, it's not an imitation of the Republic of China, this thing has an age, what age?

What year is it?

Professor Wang is already pinching his fingers, quickly counting the age, identification—it's really not his forte.

"Miss Ah Ru, who is this old man?" Ma Jie asked while peeling peanuts.

"You don't know him?" Zhou Xiru asked in surprise.

"I don't know him, and I've never heard of it before." Ma Jie shook his head and said, just now when Professor Wang came in, he saw Zhou Xiru's expression was different, so he guessed that Zhou Xiru should know him.

Next to him, Xu Zhijie burst out laughing.

"Mr. Xu, what are you laughing at?" Ma Jie frowned and asked, "I don't know an old professor, is it worth your joke?"

"I didn't laugh at you, I was making a joke, Ah Ru!" Xu Zhijie laughed, "Ah Ru, don't even think about it, this old man has been cautious all his life, and with that meager salary, he still has to support graduate students, and he buys Can you afford Mr. Ma's room?"