After moving the wooden bed, Zhang Yan walked slowly to the vacated ground under Chu Heng's gaze. Feeling a little overstuffed, he slowly squatted down and groped for a moment on a very inconspicuous bluestone. , and quickly buckled it off the ground.
Immediately, he put his hand into the exposed gap, raised his arm forcefully, and lifted up a whole piece of bluestone about one meter square together, revealing a dark hole below.
Chu Heng quickly squatted down and looked at the bluestones that seemed to be stuck together, and then he saw the mystery. It turned out that the small pieces of bluestone above were set on a stone slab.
"It's all here."
Zhang pointed at the hole under the stone slab with a smile, and then said to a chest of drawers next to him: "There is a flashlight in the first drawer from left to right in the middle."
"Okay."
Chu Heng ran over in a hurry, took a metal flashlight from the drawer and handed it back to him. He joked: "You are too courageous to open the secret room directly in front of me. You are not afraid that I will come to help you one day." Is one pot ready?"
"I trust you, kid." Zhang looked at him deeply, turned on the flashlight and climbed in along the wooden ladder in the hole.
"I can't believe in myself, and I don't know where you get your confidence."
Chu Heng curled his lips in a funny way, and followed him into the hole.
The hole was not very deep. He walked down the ladder for almost three meters before stepping on the ground.
After landing, Chu Heng looked around curiously. Under the illumination of the dimly lit flashlight in Zhang Yi's hand, what appeared in front of him was a basement of nearly more than 100 square meters.
He wasn't very tall, probably just over 1.8 meters, because he had to bend down to avoid hitting his head.
In order to prevent collapse, huge wooden piles as thick as a person's arms were erected in the center of the basement and in the southeast, northwest and northwest directions. In the space divided by the wooden piles, rows of museum shelves were neatly placed. Various antiques are placed in categories.
Just when Chu Heng was looking at the furnishings in the basement in the dim light, Zhang Yiyan suddenly waved to him: "Come, let me show you the beast-faced tripod I got two days ago, and help me determine the age."
"coming."
Chu Heng quickly walked up to him, then followed the beam of the flashlight and looked at a bronze tripod the size of a rice cooker on the museum shelf.
"Give me the flashlight!"
Looking at the exquisite lines on it, his eyes suddenly lit up, he quickly grabbed the flashlight, stuck out his butt and looked at it carefully.
After a long while, he slowly straightened up and said with a firm tone: "From the Shang Dynasty."
"There is progress!"
Zhang glanced at him and nodded with a smile, then led him around to the shelf where the paintings and calligraphy were placed. He took out one of the scrolls and handed it over: "Look at this again. I spent a penny on it last month." Come."
"What good thing is it?"
Chu Heng took it curiously, slowly unfolded the scroll, hung it on the shelf, and took the flashlight to continue watching.
This is a painting, which depicts a lady with clear and thin lines, bright and elegant colors, graceful figure, accurate shape and charm.
"this……"
Chu Heng looked at it for a few times and was stunned. Then he hurriedly looked at the poems and seals next to him. After a while, he turned to Zhang with some uncertainty and said, "Master Zhang, Is this Tang Bohu’s picture of a lady?”
"It seems that your kid has not been in vain these days. You have passed the test." Zhang glanced at him in surprise, and then walked out: "You can watch slowly down below, I will go up and drink some water."
"No, aren't you afraid that I'll steal something?" Chu Heng looked at his back funny, do you trust me so much?
"You are considered powerful if you can steal me." Zhang slowly disappeared into the darkness without even looking back.
Chu Heng was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.
He was underground, and there was an exit above. Zhang didn't know at a glance that he had a warehouse with him, so how could he worry about him going out with his things?
Chu Heng smiled dumbly and turned to look at the antiques that almost filled the entire basement. He suddenly had the urge to throw all these things into the space and run away.
I want Zhang to know at a glance the dangers of the human heart.
But he soon put the idea of this prank behind him, and like a mouse that fell into a granary, he went to look at various antiques with excitement on his face.
Time flew by and it was noon in a blink of an eye.
Chu Heng, who walked around in the basement again and again, finally got tired and had to drag his tired body back to the ground, but his spirit was still high.
There are so many good things!
He has collected many things from Old Man Yan during these days, but one piece of these items is not worth one-tenth of the total value of the things in the basement.
After all, Zhang Yiyan is an old court official, and nothing that can catch his eye and be treasured in the underground secret room is ordinary!
"finish watching?"
Hearing that Chu Heng had finally come up, Zhang Yiyan, who was leaning on a chair to take a nap, slowly opened his eyes and looked at him.
"How can I read it so quickly? If you're tired, come up and take a rest." Chu Heng walked toward him while slapping his sore waist.
"What do you think?" Zhang Yiyan asked him with a smile. His slightly narrowed eyes made him look like an old fox about to steal a pullet.
"You have so many good things. I have never seen so many good things in my life." Chu Heng admired sincerely.
"Do you want to?" Zhang Yiyan asked in a gentle and casual tone.
Chu Heng, who was about to buy two pieces, was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled and said: "Look what you said, who wouldn't want such a good thing?"
"Then just make an offer." Zhang Yiyan took out the cigarette he used while eating from his pocket and lit it, then leaned back tactically, as if he was ready to negotiate.
Chu Heng narrowed his eyes, moved a chair and sat in front of him, and said with a smile: "This is not easy to deal with. In this situation, I really don't know how much I can give you. How about you give me a price? I think it's better." If appropriate, buy a few pieces and go back to play with them.”
"Little slippery man!"
Zhang glanced sideways at him and spoke slowly: "The things below would have cost hundreds of dollars each in the early days, but things are different now. They only cost ten yuan each. Those things you You can pick whatever you want, but I have a request. For the ten yuan, you get half the money and half the food stamps."
"Then you should just keep it to yourself." Chu Heng curled his lips and stood up to leave.
This was how he bought clothes in the mall in his previous life. This is called tactical jumping back. It was taught to him by an ex-girlfriend of his who ran away with someone...
"return."
Zhang glanced at him angrily and said: "Young lady, you are so stupid. If you want to bargain, just bargain. It's a pleasure. I don't have time to quarrel with you."
"Hey, I'll cut it off then." Chu Heng turned around and sat down again with a playful smile. He stretched out a slap to him. Just when Zhang thought he would cut him in half, he softly said: "Fifty cents per cent." pieces!"
"You fucking say that again?!"
Zhang opened his mouth in shock, thinking he heard wrongly.
