Mr. Yun had a light expression on his face. He glanced at Lu Zhizi and asked Ao Wenchang: "Brother Zi Tong, who is this?"

Ao Muyang rushed to introduce: "Oh, I forgot to say that this is my lawyer, Ms. Lu."

When Mr. Yun heard this, he suddenly realized his expression on his face: "It turns out he is a lawyer. No wonder the questions raised are so insightful, and he is disrespectful."

As he said that, he bowed to Lu Zhizi.

Lu Zhizi bowed slightly and responded, saying that she didn't dare.

Mr. Yun took a sip of tea and said, "You are right. Our country does have such laws and policies. However, although this house was demolished in Beijing, it was actually shipped from India. Because it does not belong to our country's cultural heritage, it can be demolished and flowed into the market."

He then said: "The discovery of this house is a coincidence. It was seen by a tycoon in the circle from an old village in India, and it has been a strange story in our circle."

"What did you see in an ordinary village?" Lu Zhizi asked back.

The old man nodded and Lu Zhizi said, "But as far as I know, red sandalwood and sandalwood are exclusively for princes and nobles in India, and will never be spread to the people. And we know that since the Mauryan Dynasty, India has implemented slavery. Even if there are really small-leaf red sandalwood among the people, they have all been plundered by the nobles. After all these years, how could this house be preserved to this day?"

After she asked questions repeatedly, the old man was a little impatient and said, "I don't know this. India is so large, there are always houses hidden in deep mountains and forests. They will not be discovered by princes and nobles. This is normal."

Lu Zhizi said: "But red sandalwood is a national treasure of ancient India and is very well-known among the people. After the people of low castes are given, they can get a lot of rewards. Instead, keeping them privately will cause trouble, just like the official kiln porcelain in ancient China. Especially as you said, there are a lot of red sandalwood for decoration in this house, which means that the owner knows its material, so why dare he keep them privately?"

"Maybe he just likes red sandalwood, and would rather come to watch and appreciate it yourself at the risk of beheading." The old man said dryly.

After saying that, he seemed to think that this was not convincing, so he added: "Look, in ancient times, there were many famous doctors in our country who risked beheading to collect and preserve the calligraphy and paintings of Wenbao from the previous dynasty, right?"

Lu Zhizi said, "Yes, but you said that those literati and officials collected things from the previous dynasty. But these small-leaf red sandalwood were used to build and decorate the house, and they were exposed. Wouldn't the owner be afraid that someone would report to the official after seeing it?"

Mr. Yun waved his hand and said, "Who knows this? Maybe he is just not afraid. Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. How can we know the hidden truth in the inner world?"

He shifted the topic to Ao Wenchang: "My friend Zitong, if you can't trust me, you can go to the street to find a cultural and cultural expert to help you identify it. How about it?"

Ao Muyang said: "Don't go to the street to look for it. I'll call a friend..."

"Do your friend understand Xiaoye Rosewood?" asked Mr. Yun.

Ao Muyang said: "He is a collector, so he should know something, right?"

"My friend who is Hongyang who plays with collections, I know all those who are experienced. What is your friend's name?"

"Cheng Deming."

After hearing this name, Mr. Yun's eyes twitched, and then he took a deep breath and waved his hand and said, "Oh, it turns out that he is Brother Cheng's friend..."

The young man took out a cell phone from the counter and told the old man: "Mr. Yun, someone called you."

The old man apologized and went to answer the phone. After coming back, he said with regret: "I'm sorry, friends, this piece of wood was ordered first by an old customer of mine. You probably have to go to another house to check it out."

Ao Wenchang was anxious and said, "What? We are here, how can he..."

Su Xiuxiu pulled him and said in a soft voice but neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Okay, then thank you Mr. Yun for the hospitality. It seems that this piece of wood is destined to be with us. Let's go to another house to take a look."

After leaving Chengmeizhai's door, Ao Wenchang said, "Embroidery, why should we give it up?"

"Are you stupid in the civil service exam?" Su Xiuxiu said angrily, "I may have married a fool, you can't tell that the wood is a fake?"

Ao Wenchang said: "I'm not brainless. There is indeed something wrong with Mr. Yun and Teacher Lu's conversation, but this does not prove that there is something wrong with the wood."

Ao Muyang said: "It just has a problem. The so-called Mr. Yun also has a problem. Who is his origin?"

"The best cultural and artistic appraisers in Hongyang have profound attainments in Qimu..."

Ao Muyang sneered: "Go nonsense, I lit my bracelet under his nose and he didn't recognize what it was. Can you say that he has a deep understanding of Qimu?"

When Cheng Deming saw his bracelet, he immediately saw the trick. Cheng Deming was just a collector, not an expert in Qimu research.

They were on the antique street again, and Cheng Deming called Ao Muyang back.

He really told him that Cheng Deming was on the plane before, so his cell phone turned off. After getting off the plane, he found that Ao Muyang had called him and called him back.

When Cheng Deming heard that they were in Antique Street, he burst into laughter: "What are you doing in a fraud street? Do you know how to cheat? If you want to buy Xiaoye Rosewood, then when I go back to Hongyang, I will introduce you to a reliable friend. No one in the Antique Street is reliable!"

In this case, it would be meaningless for them to stay here again.

Ao Muyang accompanied Lu Zhizi to buy school supplies, while the young couple went to the county first and brought some things back to their parents' home.

The four of them walked to the street and just parted, the two men suddenly pushed:

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you, why?"

"Look at you, try to give me a try!"

"Magobi, you have so many balls!"

After a few short conversations, the two big men began to fight. The bald man who spoke first kicked the man in vest and shorts in the chest.

The man in the vest staggered and ran into Ao Muyang. He subconsciously reached out to hold Ao Muyang. The bald man rushed over and raised his foot to kick someone again: "Beat you a timid!"

Ao Muyang was about to hide, but the man in the vest seemed to be really scared. He grabbed his arm and hid behind him, which led him into the battle situation.

The bald man kicked Kong more fiercely. He pointed at Ao Muyang and said, "Get away with the paralyzed little white face, are you two together?"

Ao Muyang grabbed the man in the vest and stared at the bald man and said, "I am not in the same group as him, but you two are in the same group, right?"
Chapter completed!