Since No. 520 Zhengmin Road changed owners, the door has always been closed.
No one knew what was going on inside.
However, the Japanese military police next door have never asked about this place.
However, smoke came out from the chimney of No. 520 from time to time.
"I think it's time."
When it was almost time to get off work, Yano Renpei finished reviewing the last document and stood up: "Kawano-kun, let's go visit our neighbors together."
Ten days.
Ms. Gracie has been renting the house next door for fifteen days.
It's time to reveal the answer to the mystery.
"Do you need to take someone with you?"
"No need, we are not here to arrest people."
Yano Renhei smiled: "Be sure to show great kindness to your neighbors."
While this neighbor is nestled inside and doing it every day, today may be the time to see it with his own eyes.
Yano Renpei even felt a little impatient.
Although that woman looks ugly, she is full of mystery.
…
After knocking for a long time, the door was opened.
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man and asked doubtfully:
"you?"
"We are members of the Military Police and friends of Mrs. Gracie."
"Mrs. Gracie's not here."
"We have to go in and take a look."
"Inside here..."
Yano Renping opened the door without any explanation: "We don't need to ask for your permission to come in."
This person could only watch as Yano Renpei and Kawa Notori walked in.
What was going on inside was far beyond the imagination of the two Japanese.
There is no machine running and no workers busy.
The people inside were sitting there, concentrating on the work at hand.
Here, there are some porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, and antiques piled up.
On some calligraphy and paintings, the ink has not even dried.
And Mrs. Gracie, who was "not here", was whispering something to a painting with Butler Qiu.
"Mr. Principal."
When she saw Yano Renpei coming in, Mrs. Gracie was a little panicked: "Why are you here?"
"I came to visit my neighbor."
Yano Renpei looked around: "Is this what you are printing?"
"Oh, no." Gracie forced a smile: "These are just some decorations."
"Decorations?"
Yano Renpei walked up to a man in his fifties with a long beard who was describing a porcelain vase.
He took the porcelain bottle, and the paint on it was not dry yet, and it stained his hand. He didn't care, he looked at it, put it on the table, and then his eyes fell on a few things on the table.
Pot ash, rust, some unknown dyes.
At the table next to it, a painting was being painted, and it was only halfway through.
"Are all the decorations you bought half-finished?" Yano Renping smiled.
Gracie and Butler Qiu's expressions became more and more unnatural.
"Show me what you have in your hands."
As soon as Yano Renhei finished speaking, Kawano Tokuyuki immediately stepped forward and took the words from Butler Qiu's hand.
"Who wrote this?" Yano Renpei asked as he watched.
Butler Qiu coughed dryly: "This is 'Ni Kuanzan' written by Chu Suiliang, a master of calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty."
"Chu Suiliang? I've heard of this man. He's very famous."
Yano Renping said casually: "My Chinese is average, but I still put in some effort. However, I would like to ask, the word 'fen' (fen) has not changed since the Tang Dynasty, right?"
"No."
"What's the word under 'fen'?"
"Fields, fields of fields."
"What about this?"
Butler Qiu took a closer look and saw that the word "fen" was actually written as "日" below.
"This..." Butler Qiu was speechless for a moment.
Yano Renping returned the painting to Butler Qiu, and his tone suddenly became stern: "Tell me, what are you doing?"
"Mr. Principal, come to my office and talk." Gracie said immediately.
"Of course." A smile appeared on Yano Renping's face again: "I just have a lot of questions that I want to ask you for advice."
…
"I'm very interested in Chinese history, calligraphy and painting, etc."
As soon as she entered the office, Gracie said immediately: "I want to buy some to take back to the United States, but unfortunately the price is too expensive, so I am going to find someone to make some."
"You are very smart, Ms. Gracie." Yano Renpei suddenly sighed: "But why do you lie?"
"Did I lie?"
"Yes, you lied." Yano Ren said calmly: "You are not here to open a printing factory, nor do you like Chinese cultural relics. You, no, to be precise, you are a counterfeiting gang and a liar. Gang!”
Gracie became flustered: "Mr. Principal, please don't insult us like this."
"Really, am I insulting you?" Yano Renping pointed outside: "Those people should be specially invited by you and your housekeeper to make false claims. Some time ago, I heard a rumor that a group of Nationalist Government war Do you think it’s a coincidence that the treasure that was not evacuated before the outbreak was hidden in an area controlled by the Japanese? This rumor appeared sooner or later, but it happened at this time. Why?”
Gracie's face began to turn pale.
"Let me explain it to you." Yano Renpei didn't need their answer at all: "Because this rumor was basically made up by you. You made up a legendary story, and I will help you with the second half of the story. Think about it.
You, at great risk, finally found these treasures, and you found them under the noses of the Japanese military police. Once these so-called treasures are transported out, with the blessing of this legendary story, you have no worries at all. There is no market.
There are always stupid buyers who buy blindly because they believe in legends and do not trust the opinions of experts. However, what makes me angry is that the Military Police of the Empire of Japan have also become the stupid targets of your fools! "
Butler Qiu said with difficulty: "Mr. Section Chief, I think we have misunderstood this matter..."
"There is no misunderstanding." Yano Renhei stood up and said coldly: "I should arrest you now to the military police, you bunch of liars. Especially you, butler? I think you are probably one of these bunch of liars." The leader of the gang, right? I will leave you one night to think carefully about how you should atone for the imperial officer you insulted!"
…
Butler Qiu carefully put away "Ni Kuanzan".
Gracie didn't understand Chinese culture: "Is this person named Chu Suiliang famous?"
"Yes, he is a great calligrapher in China. His status is roughly equivalent to your Picasso or Van Gogh."
"A great calligrapher?"
Gracie didn't quite understand: "He can actually write typos?"
"why not?"
Butler Qiu smiled very happily:
"There is more than one typo in this work. The word 'fen' should be written as field, but it is written as '日', and the word 'jiu' should be written as '日', but it is written as '田'."
(Well, when Spider was writing this paragraph, it suddenly occurred to him that he was also a typo king. Then he started to giggle. Well, readers are welcome to continue to catch bugs in Spider’s articles.)
