Bai Qian is not a person who likes to joke, so Zhu Changan ignored her.
After Bai Qian went out, Zhu Changan opened the cement bag and asked Cheng Yinuo to hand him a stainless steel fast food cup in the corner.
"Princess, please bring it for me."
"oh……"
Cheng Yinuo agreed and ran over like a little follower.
"Zhu Renxia, the fairy mud is here, how about I pile it up for you at the previous position?"
"Thank you, Heavenly Lord."
There is a greenhouse in the northeast corner of Chang'an Town, surrounded by adobes. This is where Chang'an Town used to store "fairy mud".
Zhu Changan used a fast-food cup to continuously scoop more than a dozen cups into the box. About one-third of the bag of cement was gone. He was panting from exhaustion and felt obvious discomfort in his injured ribs.
"Forget it, that's it for today!"
Zhu Changan had no choice but to throw the fast food cup into the cement bag and said to Zhu Renxia: "I will give you these today. I have to go out for something, so you can use them for now."
Zhu Renxia bowed and accepted the order: "Disciple, this pile of immortal mud is enough for us for five or six days."
Cheng Yinuo stood nearby and was almost dumbfounded.
I saw Zhu Changan scooping more than a dozen cups in a row from a fast food cup and pouring them into the fish tank. They must have weighed at least thirty kilograms, but not a single drop was visible in the fish tank, and they disappeared without a trace as if by magic.
"It's amazing. Zhu Changan really didn't lie to me."
Cheng Yinuo couldn't stop talking. Today was an eye-opener.
It seems that Zhu Changan is indeed a man favored by God.
Just when Zhu Changan was about to turn around and leave, Zhu Renxia suddenly remembered the ancient paintings stored in the "vault".
"Tianzun stayed, my disciple almost forgot the ancient paintings I collected for you."
"Oh...have you collected a lot of ancient paintings during this time?" Zhu Changan's spirit suddenly lifted, and then he remembered that he had also ignored this matter.
Zhu Renxia said: "Reporting to Tianzun, after the Fifth Master and others purchased from various places, during this period, we collected a total of thirty-seven ancient paintings, among which there were a total of fourteen paintings that contained the homophonic word "Phoenix Nirvana". The earliest one is "Fu on the Goddess of the Luo River" by Gu Kaizhi, a painter from the Jin Dynasty."
"Have you done so much?"
Zhu Changan was overjoyed and said, "Bring it to me quickly."
"Disciple, go to the warehouse immediately."
Zhu Renxia immediately walked out of the chamber and rushed to the warehouse with rapid strides.
Within a moment, Zhu Renxia arrived at the vault under the Warehouse Bureau.
This warehouse became thick and solid after being reinforced by Jiang Blacksmith, so it was renamed "Treasury" to store valuable materials in Chang'an Town.
The jurisdiction belongs to the "Warehouse Bureau", but the guards are the Gentlemen Company under Ding Xiao.
In other words, the personnel of the Warehouse Bureau have the key to the vault, but they have to open the vault door under the supervision of the guards of the Gentleman Company.
Although the members of the Gentlemen Company have the power to guard, they do not have the key to open the vault door. The two supervise each other and check and balance each other, which prevents anyone from stealing the gold.
After all, money is very attractive, not to mention the priceless gold of hundreds of thousands taels.
"Ask Li Xiang'er to come over with the key and open the door."
Zhu Renxia stopped in front of the treasury door and gave an order.
"yes."
Minzhuang, who was on duty, agreed and immediately rushed to the Warehouse Bureau office.
A moment later, Li Xiang'er rushed over with the key and quickly opened the vault door.
The entire Chang'an Town belongs to the mayor, and what he wants is a matter of just one sentence, and no one has the right to question it.
"Help me carry these paintings out."
Zhu Renxia picked up seven or eight scrolls from the shelf, and called on Li Xiang'er and the two Minzhuangs next to him to help.
"okay."
The three people agreed and worked together to help Zhu Renxia carry all the calligraphy and paintings out of the vault.
Seeing Zhu Renxia and others carrying out the pictures, Zhu Changan placed his huge palm on the empty field next to the warehouse and asked Zhu Renxia to throw it into his palm.
"Bring the ladder over here."
There were too many pictures this time, and the throwing method was not only laborious but also easy to damage the calligraphy and paintings, so Zhu Renxia asked Minzhuang to carry the ladder over.
After a moment, a bamboo ladder was erected and rested on Zhu Changan's fingers.
"Wow... Tianzun's palm is so huge."
After getting closer, Li Xiang'er and others discovered this huge palace-like palm, and they all immediately exclaimed, "We have seen gods, we have seen gods!"
Zhu Renxia smiled and said: "Being able to see the golden body of Tianzun with your own eyes is also your destiny."
At that moment, Zhu Renxia climbed up the ladder and stood in the giant palm. Several other people stood on the ladder from high to low, using the relay method to deliver these ancient paintings one by one to the palm of Tianzun. .
Although one picture is about the same size as a grain of millet, when the thirty-seven pictures are spread out, they look like a handful of grains of sand.
"All thirty-seven ancient paintings are here. Disciple takes leave."
Zhu Renxia saluted, turned around and walked down the ladder from Tianzun's huge palm.
"Zhu Renxia did a good job, go about your business!"
Zhu Changan gave a thumbs up and praised, carefully holding the ancient painting and turning around, "Hey... I got more than 30 paintings at once. If the average price is 5 million, this is 1.5 With an income of 100 million, I will take off soon!"
"Fuck, it feels so good!"
Cheng Yinuo was a little jealous, "It's so easy for you to make money. If Gu Kaizhi's "Luo Shen Fu" is authentic, this one alone is estimated to be worth two to three hundred million."
"Hoho...please call me Zhu Fuhao, I will be a tens or hundreds of billions in the future."
Zhu Changan laughed so hard that he almost stopped breathing, and felt a sharp pain in his ribs. He hurriedly asked Cheng Yinuo to reach over and pour all the ancient paintings into her palm.
"Princess, please put the paintings in my study and wait for them to grow bigger."
Cheng Yinuo looked at the calligraphy and painting in the palm of his hand, which were like millet grains, and frowned: "How long will it take for such a small thing to grow into a normal size?"
"Two days and two nights, that's forty-eight hours."
Zhu Changan covered his ribs and turned towards the living room, "You put it away for me and lock the door. I'm too tired and can't hold on anymore. Go back to the room and rest."
Cheng Yinuo did not attack Zhu Changan's master bedroom this time, but moved upstairs. Bai Qian and the two female bodyguards also moved upstairs.
The master bedroom was left to Zhu Changan, and the second bedroom opposite was left to Fang Rou to take care of his food and daily life.
Time flies so fast, and it’s noon the day after tomorrow in a blink of an eye.
The ancient paintings taken out of the box have all become normal sizes and are piled up in the study room. Those who didn't know better thought they were some modern prints.
"Princess, please help me inspect the goods."
Zhu Changan stood at the door of the study and respectfully asked Miss Cheng to help identify it.
"The couple have settled their accounts. The appraisal fee is 10,000 yuan for each painting."
Cheng Yinuo was joking, bending down to pick up a scroll from the ground, "I have to give you a vaccination first. Nine times out of ten, ancient paintings are fake. Five or six of these paintings can be picked out as authentic. , you will make a fortune."
Zhu Changan smiled proudly and said: "What are you afraid of? Even if it is a fake, it is an imitation of the Ming Dynasty. It has a history of four hundred years from now."
"Hmm...that makes sense. You kid is going to get rich."
Cheng Yinuo has been studying ancient paintings for seven or eight years, and her appraisal skills are not necessarily perfect, but they have reached the world's first-class level. Except for high-level imitations, it is difficult for ordinary fakes to escape her sharp eyes.
Cheng Yinuo looked at it very carefully. On average, a painting took about ten minutes.
"This landscape painting is authentic. It was painted by the painter Liu Yong during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. The market price is estimated to be around 8 million."
"This painting of cattle grazing is also authentic. It was made by the painter Li Bailun during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty. The market price is estimated to be around 3 million."
"This "Boneless Peony" is also authentic. It was painted by Xu Chongsi, a painter of the Northern Song Dynasty. It is estimated that the market value is around 40 million..."
"No, I'm too tired to stand any longer. I'll go to the back hall and then go back to my room to rest. Please take your time, Princess, and make a statistical chart to give to me." Zhu Changan covered his waist and prepared to leave.
Cheng Yinuo said: "Okay, I will help you with appraisals in the future, and you have to pay me a salary."
"Just pay, please ask the princess for a price." Zhu Changan agreed like a rich man.
"Just compare the salaries of Gao Qidou and Song Yuanxing, and set a small target every year."
Cheng Yinuo quickly rolled up the "Boneless Peony Picture" and said, "The price is already very cheap. A few paintings are enough for you. Besides, I did the work of several people by myself, and you made a huge profit."
"That's okay!"
Zhu Changan agreed happily, "One hundred million is one hundred million. Anyway, your money will be my money sooner or later, and my money will also become your money."
"My money is my money, and your money is your money. We have to settle the accounts openly as husband and wife."
As Cheng Yinuo spoke, he unfolded another scroll and began to identify it seriously.
