He Sheng returned home to rest for a while, then had lunch with Qin Jing and his sisters. After lunch, he left. He Sheng drove and took Qin Jing to Yangchong City.

Yangchong City is 200 kilometers away from Jiangdu City, and it takes more than two hours to drive. Although there is a transfer at the airport, it takes more time.

Qin Jing said that he went to Yangchong City to meet an old man, and Qin Baojun asked her to go there. He Sheng originally wanted to complain, but when he heard that it was Qin Baojun's intention, He Sheng still shut up.

From the Wan Tianlang incident, He Sheng could see that the old man Qin Baojun was probably leaving a lot of things for Qin Lin and his daughter to do. This time he went to Yangchong City, it would be another trouble if he didn't do it well.

Two and a half hours later, He Sheng drove into Yangchong City. Under Qin Jing's guidance, the car stopped outside an old house in the city center.

After getting off the bus, He Sheng looked at the old house. There were two stone lions outside the gate, which looked like a courtyard inside. The wooden door looked a bit old. On the long street where the old house was located, all of them were like this.

Nowadays, there is such an old house in the city center, and the people living there are definitely either wealth or noble. With such a large area, this land is worth a lot of money.

Qin Jing took out the gift he brought in from the trunk of the car, stepped on her high heels, and walked into the old house. While walking, she also told He Sheng.

"Try not to speak after you go in later." Qin Jing said in a low voice.

He Sheng was stunned and asked back, "Then why did you bring me?"

Qin Jing rolled her eyes: "Anyway, just stop talking! You act according to the opportunity and speak when you need you."

"..." He Sheng was speechless.

When you walk into the yard of the old house, the layout here is more refined than He Sheng imagined. There are carefully trimmed flowers and plants, and there are rockery and a small spring in the yard. The structure of the house in front is similar to that of the civilian mansions in the Ming Dynasty, but it is wider here.

In the room, in addition to the main door, there is also a door that is opposite to the main door. In the center of the room, there is a long table with two large cabinet shelves on both sides.

As soon as he entered the door, He Sheng was stunned because he felt as if he had entered the Archaeological Museum.

There are all kinds of antiques on the cabinet shelves on both sides. It took a long time to build a kiln in the Song Dynasty and to the new modern ink paintings of famous masters. He Sheng was so dazzled that he neglected the white-haired old man sitting at the long table beside him.

"Grandpa Jiang, we are here." Qin Jing walked politely to the old man and shouted with a smile.

The old man was about the early seventies, with a sharp look on his face and a little disgusted with the arrival of Qin Jing and He Sheng.

"Who asked you to come? Didn't I tell your grandfather? I don't have money and can't invest in you!" Jiang Zhonghe lowered his head, lit a dry tobacco, looking like he was unwilling to pay attention to Qin Jing.

Qin Jing hurriedly replied, "Grandpa Jiang, I...I'm not here to borrow money, I'm here to see you. This is the supplement I bought for you, please accept it."

After saying this, Qin Jing hurriedly placed the gift he bought on the long table.

"No!" Jiang Zhonghe said coldly: "I'm in good health and don't need supplements! Take all the things away, I don't have time to entertain you."

"Grandpa Jiang, my grandfather said...You are in poor health recently, so I asked me to see you. We really have no other intentions..." Qin Jing felt helpless. How could she have thought that Grandpa Jiang was about to drive him away just now.

"Hmph!" Jiang Zhonghe turned his head, looking like he was not planning to pay attention to Qin Jing again.

At this time, He Sheng's voice sounded next to the cabinet rack on the left.

"Song Dynasty oil-dripping Tianmu? Old man, this bowl is quite valuable. Why don't you sell it to my wife for investment?" He Sheng said with a smile.

After saying this, Qin Jingren, who was standing aside, was stunned.

He Sheng told him not to speak, but he still dared to speak nonsense! And even if you say nothing, you actually asked Grandpa Jiang to sell things to invest in himself! Who doesn’t know that Grandpa Jiang is a famous antique collector in southern province, and the room is full of his treasures. Are you looking for death when saying such words?

Jiang Zhonghe, who was beside him, was slightly stunned and his eyes fell on He Sheng.

He Sheng continued: "This bowl is bright in color, with distinct oil droplets, and has a trace like a bright moon and a starry sky. There are probably no more than ten in the world. If you want to take it out for auction now, you can get at least 200 million yuan. Grandpa Jiang, do you still say you don't have money?"

"He Sheng! You're enough!" Qin Jing winked at He Sheng with force.

He Sheng smiled and his eyes signaled Qin Jing not to speak. Then, his eyes looked at Jiang Zhonghe.

Jiang Zhonghe's face darkened, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, looking at He Sheng with a gaze.

Jiang Zhonghe was not surprised to know the origin of this bowl, but this kid was able to tell the black market price of this bowl, which surprised Jiang Zhonghe.

"Boy, do you understand this job?" Jiang Zhonghe asked with his eyes narrowed.

He Sheng scratched his head: "I understand it a little bit, I am just bored in my daily life and like to study valuable things."

"For example, your landscape painting by Zhan Ziqian is also quite valuable. I just touched it and it was full of texture. From the round and vigorous lines and the bright green color, it can be seen that this is a masterpiece of Zhan Ziqian in the early days. If it were auctioned, it would be 100 million..."

"Grandpa Jiang, your room is full of valuable things! How can you say you have no money?" He Sheng said with a smile.

Jiang Zhonghe's face changed, and his eyes followed the painting He Sheng was looking at, and his heart was even more shocked.

This kid can even see the value of this original work of Zhan Ziqian. Could he be really an insider?

"These things are all my collections! They can't be sold! I won't be sold either!" Jiang Zhonghe said loudly.

He Sheng nodded thoughtfully: "It's okay not to sell it. Then Grandpa Jiang, you can give us whatever you want. Anyway, you know the purpose of our visit. I want to just send us away like this, right?"

"He Sheng, stop talking!" Seeing Jiang Zhonghe's face getting gloomy, Qin Jing hurriedly pulled He Sheng.

He Sheng glanced at Qin Jing, lowered his voice and said, "If you want to get money from here, then listen to me!"

"What a clever boy!" Jiang Zhonghe sneered: "I think you have pretty good eyesight. I guess Qin Jing deliberately invited me to make things difficult for me, right?"

Qin Jing hurriedly explained: "Grandpa Jiang, no, he...he is my husband, his name is He Sheng. What he just said is nonsense. Don't take it seriously, Grandpa Jiang!"

"Your husband? Hahaha, I didn't expect that you haven't seen each other for a few years, and you are already married..." Jiang Zhonghe took a sip of dry tobacco, stood up, and his sharp eyes looked straight at He Sheng.

"He Sheng is right? Since you want to get some benefits from the old man, then okay, let's see for me how much this painting is worth!"

After saying this, Jiang Zhonghe took out a scroll from the cabinet shelf behind him and spread it out.

Picture of Zhichuan’s migration!

"I will give you 20 million to be able to tell the value of this painting!" Jiang Zhonghe said loudly, full of energy.

Jiang Zhonghe obtained this picture of Zhichuan's migration seven years ago. At that time, the painting was taken by an old friend of his for 400 million yuan. After a year, the old friend's family fell into trouble and sold it to him at a discount.

Now seven years have passed, and the value of this painting is immeasurable!

"What a picture of Zhichuan's migration. Look at the fineness of the painting and inscriptions..."

He Sheng thought for a long time, then said two words: "Grandpa Jiang, is this fake?"

After saying this, Jiang Zhonghe's face changed, and a look of anger flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!