Chapter 972

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Chu Yang glanced at the surrounding environment, but he didn't expect that there was a cave inside the gold store.

Walking into the secret door, there are antique solid wood shelves filled with antiques.

There are porcelains from various dynasties, five famous kilns, Ru kiln, Guan kiln, Ge kiln, Jun kiln, Ding kiln, as well as other representative porcelains from more than 200 kilns in the past dynasties.

There are famous calligraphy and paintings from the Tang and Song dynasties to contemporary times.

There are also jewelry and jade articles, covering the Hemudu culture, Qijia culture, as well as Liangzhu, Longshan, Yangshao, until the late Qing Dynasty.

As well as former dynasty artworks carved from ivory, rhinoceros horn, rare wood, etc.

There are even bronze vessels of national treasure level.

It can be said that this darkroom is filled with rare treasures, all of which are first-class genuine.

Chu Yang couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Lu, you have moved the museum here."

Lu Yaozu said with a smile: "Hahaha, Master Chu, these antiques are my lifelong collection, and their value is no less than that of my shipping group. I can even say without politeness that in my dark room The antiques are far superior to those of some local museums.”

Chu Yang nodded and said, "That's true. Some of the treasures in Mr. Lu's darkroom are even national treasures. I didn't expect that Mr. Lu would have this hobby."

Lu Yaozu glanced at Chu Yang and said, "Master Chu, I plan to give you all the treasures I have collected in this dark room. What do you think?"

Chu Yang understood that the gift Lu Yaozu wanted to give him was actually all the precious collections in this darkroom.

This gift is indeed too valuable.

Because these collections cannot be measured only by their monetary value, but also by their historical, cultural and artistic value, which are priceless.

Chu Yang looked serious and said: "Mr. Lu, these collections are your life's work. You have collected these antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Putting aside the money, you must have spent a lot of energy and effort. How can I have the nerve to accept them? Such a valuable gift.”

But Lu Yaozu shook his head, patted Chu Yang on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Xiao Chu, my ex-wife, son, and daughter have all gone abroad and have not been home for many years. We have rarely contacted each other and have almost lost contact. If we have no contact with each other, if I die, there will be no one I can trust to inherit these things, so it is most appropriate to give them to you."

Chu Yang asked curiously: "How can you say there is no successor? Don't you have a son and a daughter, Mr. Lu?"

Mr. Lu explained: "Their mother and I have been divorced for many years due to emotional discord. Forty years ago, my ex-wife took them to the United States. They have not returned home once in forty years. What they have accepted is Western style. In my education, there is no such thing as fallen leaves returning to their roots, and I have never thought that even if I, my father, leave these things to them, they will throw them away."

After a pause, Mr. Lu continued: "Moreover, some of my private collections have already been called national treasures. No matter how messed up I, Lu Yaozu, am, I will never let these treasures go abroad, so this batch of things , it is absolutely impossible for my descendants to inherit!"

As a well-known businessman in Jiangnan, Lu Yaozu was very clear about right and wrong.

After hearing Lu Yaozu's explanation, Chu Yang no longer shied away and said, "Mr. Lu, in this case, I won't say more. I have accepted all the antique collections in this darkroom."

Lu Yaozu finally nodded happily and said: "Master Chu, this is right. Except for a few national treasure-level cultural relics here, you can use the other antique collections at your disposal, whether it is trading or giving away."