The eldest cousin's reaction immediately made everyone else curious about the painting in Chu Heng's hand, and they all wanted to know what it was that could make this manly woman feel shy and unreasonable.
So, everyone came over and looked at the words in his hand.
"Hey!"
Du San waited for the young men to show their teeth and smile, and after a few evasive glances, he reluctantly looked away.
For those who have never been exposed to CDs and videos, this must be the first time they have seen anything similar!
I guess if I take this painting back to someone, I might as well have a Five Tigers show with Loach tonight!
At this moment, they really wanted to take it and criticize the cancer of capitalism, but with their eldest cousin beside them, they really couldn't do it.
"Qingqing is a foreign painting. I'm not good at this." Zhang glanced at it with a frown, then shook his head and went to move things out of the cabinet.
My grandfather was very interested in this painting. After looking at it carefully for a few times, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He quickly stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a look."
"Here you go." Chu Heng casually handed the painting to his grandfather and followed Zhang Yiyi to move the things.
He has no research on foreign paintings. If you put Picasso and Leonardo da Vinci in front of him, he will give you the paintings of art school students, so he is not very interested.
At this time, Zhang Yiyan was looking at the notebook in the second floor grid.
Chu Heng leaned over and took a look. When he saw that it was all densely packed with Japanese, he suddenly lost interest and curled his lips and said, "Master Zhang, do you understand?"
"How am I going to understand this?" Zhang Yi shook his head with a disappointed look on his face, put the notebook aside, took out the stack of document bags, divided it into two, gave one half to Chu Heng, and the other half. He held it himself: "Look what it is..."
"They are probably all in Japanese, so it's no use reading them." Chu Heng reached out to take them casually, took out a document bag and opened it.
Inside was a pile of letter paper, and it was indeed written in ghostly Japanese. Everyone knew this thing and him.
"Tsk."
He smacked his lips in disappointment and reluctantly opened another document bag and took a look. It was in Japanese.
"Pull it down, I can't understand this thing." Chu Heng sighed helplessly and didn't bother to look at the back. He put the document bag in his hand with the notebook and greeted Du San and others. : "Come on, come on, let's move the gold bricks out together, and when we're done, let's have a drink together tonight."
"I'll come, I'll come."
Du San quickly pushed away the others, stepped forward first, bent down and took out a gold brick, held it in his hand while touching it, and asked excitedly: "Where to put it, Mr. Chu?"
Although this thing does not belong to him, it is still good to touch it and see.
This is the first time in his life that he has seen such a large piece of gold.
Not to be outdone, the others moved forward and took out a gold brick, holding it in their arms while touching and chewing it. In the blink of an eye, there were several teeth marks on those gold bricks.
"Just put it on the ground." Chu Heng shook his head in a funny way, understanding their behavior very well, thinking that he had also been counting his brother's gift money for a long time.
Without him, I just wanted to get addicted to handicrafts.
"Huh? Brother-in-law, look what this is."
At this time, my cousin, who was about to get the gold bricks, suddenly took out a wad of colorful banknotes from the cabinet. He clicked it a few times curiously and asked doubtfully: "Is it money?"
Chu Heng took it and took a look, then confirmed that it was a beautiful knife. He nodded with a smile and said, "It is indeed money, but it is American money. We have no place to spend it here."
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"Ah, this is how American money turns out to be." The eldest cousin nodded suddenly, then bent down and took out a wad of money, took out one and looked at it repeatedly, and curled his lips and said, "It looks about the same as a ruble."
She had come into contact with Maozi in the Northeast, and naturally she had also seen Ruble.
"That's much worse." Seeing that there were beautiful knives inside, Chu Heng quickly stepped forward, poked his butt and took a look, and saw several piles of beautiful knives under a piece of gold.
"Oh, it turns out it's down. I said I wasn't looking at it just now."
He quickly took out the gold equipment and put it at his feet, and took out all the beautiful knives.
Finally, they were gathered into a pile and counted. There were six gold bricks in total. Each piece should weigh about ten kilograms. There were five stacks of U.S. knives. If the quantity of each stack was OK, it should be 50,000.
It can be said to be a huge sum of money!
Needless to say, gold is hard currency at all times, and the purchasing power of American swords is quite strong in this era. If you spend 50,000 yuan, you can buy a lot of things. Unfortunately, this thing is not available in China now, no If something goes wrong, it will just sit in a corner and gather dust.
But overall, the harvest this time can be said to be quite generous.
"This painting should be Giorgione's."
Just when Chu Heng was calculating how much the gold should be worth, his grandfather came over and handed him the painting.
"Is it famous?" Chu Heng took the painting and looked at his grandfather with a curious expression. He didn't find it strange at all that the old man knew this painting. He probably came into contact with this kind of thing when he studied abroad.
Grandpa smiled and explained to him: "He was a famous Italian painter from the 14th to 15th century. When I was studying abroad, his paintings were very popular."
"It's only been more than four hundred years? How much is it worth?" Zhang Yiyi shook his head when he heard this. From his experience, even high-quality products are not worth much in such a short period of time.
"More than four hundred years is a long time for them, and grandpa said it is very popular and should fetch a good price." Chu Heng carefully put the painting aside, preparing to sell it abroad when there is an opportunity in the future. .
He has no intention of collecting it.
I really don't appreciate this. To him, this thing is not as affordable as a hard drive with several hundred gigabytes.
"No matter how valuable it is outside, it's not as good as a piece of toilet paper here? And look at the woman in this sentence, how naked she is!" Zhang curled his lips in disgust and quickly took apart the one in his hand. He handed over the sealed document bag and frowned: "Look at this. There are photos on it. I think there's something wrong with this."
"Let me see."
Chu Heng was immediately interested. The photos were understandable.
He quickly took it and pulled out the contents.
There are a total of five pieces of document paper inside, with Japanese written on the front and a half-palm-sized black and white photo on the back.
Chu Heng took a piece of paper and looked at the document, and finally his eyes settled on the end, where there was a signature in Chinese characters and a fingerprint on it.
"Peng Yong!" He read the name, then turned over and looked at the photo at the back. On it was a man in his thirties, wearing a blood-stained short coat, his face was scarred, and he looked very miserable. .
Grandpa stood beside him and took a look, then his face turned cold and he hummed: "This is a surrender letter!"
"A letter of surrender? I asked you why you were beaten so badly." Chu Heng suddenly understood, shook the document in his hand, and asked: "So this thief is a traitor?"
"Yes, they are traitors." Grandpa nodded, with a very ugly expression on his face. People of his generation who had experienced the Anti-Japanese War sometimes hated traitors more than they hated Japanese soldiers.
"Grandpa, do you still know Japanese?" Only then did Chu Heng react. He quickly picked up the document and notebook he had just read and handed them to the old man. He said with a smile: "Look, what is written on it?" .”
