When Wu Shanshan came back from work and learned the inside story, she went to Wen Rensheng and said, "Leave it to me to solve this matter. It will kill two birds with one stone."
"Thank you," Wen Rensheng was happy at first, but also a little confused, "But, what is killing two birds with one stone?"
"You will know when the time comes." Wu Shanshan said mysteriously.
Wen Rensheng didn't ask any more, since he couldn't find out anyway, so why not go to Lao Zhao's house again and look for some new collections?
So he packed the remaining collection with Li Shuangyue and sent it to Mr. Zhao's mansion.
"Ah? Why did you send it back again?" Mr. Zhao glanced at it and asked in confusion.
"I left one piece behind. I have admired and investigated the others and have already recorded them in my mind. There is no need to hide them at home." Wen Rensheng pointed at his head and said.
"Well, you said you left one piece, why are there 13 more here?" Mr. Zhao asked strangely.
Wen Rensheng smiled: "Oh, one of your collections gave birth to a baby. I won't go into details about what happened, it's all in the accompanying notes."
"Forget it, you can come and see it whenever you want. I won't push it around for you to save you trouble." Mr. Zhao said and asked people to put the collection away.
"Well, then I want to see the other ones now." Wen Rensheng hit the snake and followed the stick.
Mr. Zhao said helplessly: "Okay, let the butler show you slowly and take whatever you like. I have to go out for something, so I won't accompany you."
Wen Rensheng then followed the butler who was waiting on his side and walked into the underground collection room.
Butler Zhao led the way while asking people to rearrange the collections that had just been recovered on the shelves in the basement.
He really admired Wen Rensheng. He thought that he would never return it after he got it, but he didn't expect that he actually returned it.
As for keeping one thing, it should be to give the master face. After all, if you don't keep any of the things you give away, doesn't it mean that they are all garbage?
So Butler Zhao introduced him with extra effort.
"This is a bronze from the Shang Dynasty. Of course it was collected through legal channels. It is said that it was used by King Zhou." Butler Zhao pointed to a bronze cup and said.
Wen Rensheng looked at the small seal engraved on it and nodded silently: If this was from the Shang Dynasty, he would have picked it up on the spot.
Xiaozhuan is the product of the unification of characters after the unification of the Qin Dynasty. The formulation of Xiaozhuan was the first time that Chinese characters were standardized.
"Oh, the seal script on it was passed down to the Qin Emperor's era, and a minister who collected it later carved it on it. It seems to be a family motto or something." Butler Zhao continued to explain.
Well, when someone speaks, you have to listen to the end.
Don’t jump to conclusions hastily. Even if you have to draw a conclusion, make it in your heart first. In this case, you don’t have to take the big shot...
Then there are some weapons, pottery, ancient paintings... everything you want, a wide variety.
It seems that Lao Zhao has really put in a lot of effort. I don't know if it's for the sake of being elegant, for investment, or because he really likes this.
"In fact, the master rarely comes down to look at it. He told me that keeping the money will only depreciate in value. It is better to exchange it for these collectibles, which can be passed down to the family in the future. If the descendants don't join in, they can be used for emergencies." Butler Zhao
Said again.
"Mr. Zhao is indeed far-sighted and far-sighted." Wen Rensheng nodded.
Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times.
For the aliens, it has always been a prosperous time.
Because even if trouble comes, they will be moved to a well-defended safe place in advance. After all, trouble is easy to predict.
For example, the Southwest, the Far North, the Northwest... all have legendary high-defense underground fortifications, and they were built a long time ago. They store rich living supplies, are safe and secret, and are used for escape from the world.
It is difficult for ordinary people to preserve their property from generation to generation, but the property of aliens can be easily passed down from generation to generation. This is the reason.
Wen Rensheng thought this way and finally selected ten more collections.
"Well, please help me wrap it up and watch it slowly when I get home. After watching it, I will send it back." He said unceremoniously.
Why are you so polite? Mr. Zhao just said that you can look at it and take it as you please.
He is such an honest person.
When Butler Zhao heard this, he was a little dazed.
This person doesn't seem to be here to admire the master's collection, but rather to visit the supermarket...
He is not a butler, but a salesman.
He suddenly felt a little confused: "Mr. Wenren, I can't make the decision, so I'd better call him and ask him first."
"Well, you can fight." Wen Rensheng was not embarrassed at all.
Butler Zhao then called and was reprimanded.
"Didn't I tell Manager Wenren to look at and take whatever he wants? What are you even doing on the phone? It's really unnecessary."
"Master, don't be angry, I will wrap it up for Mr. Wenren right now." Butler Zhao said aggrievedly.
He heard that from the sidelines, but wasn't it just the most common polite word?
I have never seen such a down-to-earth person, who takes it seriously...
Despite the grievance, Butler Zhao still carefully packaged Wen Rensheng's items. They were all valuable items. If one of them was damaged, he couldn't afford to pay for it.
This is also the real reason why he doesn't want to lend it out.
After Wen Rensheng borrowed the collection, he and Li Shuangyue went home.
It's good, there is such a rich man living next to me, so I can come and borrow it when I have nothing to do in the future.
The responsible housekeeper, Zhao, still had times where he was worried.
But he can't comfort the other party. This is a difference in concept.
In Lao Zhao's eyes, these collections are dead objects, and no matter what they are, they cannot compare with their own value.
But in the eyes of this steward, these collections are treasures that can be passed down to future generations, and they are things that cannot be overemphasized.
So he can take the express delivery without hesitation. Even if it is damaged, what will happen?
Old Zhao wished that he owed him more favors and could use these collectibles that could be bought with money to win over him. That would be the most cost-effective deal.
After returning home with the collection, before Wen Rensheng could open it to appreciate it, he heard a call from Wen Rende.
"Son, I'm going to have a xenogeneic transplant. The location is in Arctic City. You don't have to worry about me. No one needs to accompany me this time. I'm already on the plane."
"Oh, then do you remember where the saying 'A perfect man has no self, a saint has no name, a god has no merit' comes from?" Wen Rensheng asked.
"Uh, why are you asking this? Isn't this a poem you made yourself?" Wen Rende said in surprise.
Wen Rensheng nodded: "That's okay. I'll ask Teacher Wu to accompany you, and the others won't go."
"Oh, you all treat me as a child. I am already a 38-year-old adult..."
"In the eyes of aliens, ordinary people are just children." Wen Rensheng said helplessly.
Wen Rende had nothing to say and could only give in: "Forget it, let Lao Wu come over. In fact, I haven't even gotten on the plane yet."
Wen Rensheng then called Wu Liansong again and entrusted him with the matter.
"Okay, I'll leave now." Wu Liansong, who was still working overtime in the company, agreed immediately after receiving the call.
He packed up his things and rushed to Dongshui Airport by car.
Wenren Dezheng was with Meng Lin, so when he saw his arrival, Meng Lin was not surprised.
Then the three of them got on the plane and headed north.
The three of them didn't know that Wen Rensheng was writing a new express delivery at home.
The ancient general's armor has been packed, and the delivery address is exactly where Wen Rende just mentioned - Beibing City. As for the recipient, he is a friend of the local inspection department.
This is the convenience of the puppet. It can be wrapped up and delivered at any time. It is hidden, safe and saves the owner's time.
To some extent, every occult expert should learn a lesson. However, the cost of time and materials is too high, and it must be advanced to achieve better results. Otherwise, it will be no different from a shadow puppet puppet.
Most experts are reluctant to invest in this, so it has not become a popular skill.
