Chapter 10: The Beginning of a One-Night Cohabitation (2007)
I guess that these two things must not only prove the existence of Xishi's tomb, but also help determine the location of Xishi's tomb. I also listened carefully to what Li Yubo said.
Unexpectedly, he said: "My father is very secretive about this. Even I don't know what these two things are."
I almost dropped my head to the ground. For two things that he didn't even know about, the three of us almost lost our lives.
Ling Kong looked at Li Yubo, then turned to me and said, "Lin You, what do you think?"
I took another sip of bitter tea and said: "The other party may already know these two things, but they need the map of Kangcheng for further confirmation. And we got the map, but we didn't know these two things. It took us a long time,
We and they each have half of the information. Unless we work together, it will be difficult to find Xi Shi's tomb."
Lingkong obviously knew that Mingying had told me the purpose of organizing the search for Xishi's tomb, so he was not surprised when I mentioned Xishi's tomb. He nodded and said: "Either, they came to snatch the painting back, or,
Once we find out what these two things are, we can complete this matter alone." After saying that, he turned to Mingying and said: "Mingkong, where is that painting?"
Mingying took out the painting from her bag with a numb expression and handed it to Ling Kong.
I was ordered to call Kong Guan Mingying "Mingkong", and I thought to myself, could they all be of the "Kong" generation? Are there rules about seniority in this organization? If I join the organization, will I be called "Lin Kong"?
"Or "You Kong"? It really hurts to think about it.
Of course, I would never join such an inexplicable organization.
Ling Kong spread the painting on the table, but I saw at a glance that there seemed to be something fishy in the cracks when I tore it off.
Seeing that Ling Kong was about to pick up the painting, I quickly stopped him and said, "How much do you know about the mounting of ancient paintings?"
Ling Kong was stunned for a moment and shook his head to express his ignorance.
I have nothing in common with this kind of person. I used my fingernails to separate the mounting paper on the back of the painting from the covering paper on the upper layer, and slowly peeled off the covering paper, only to see that there was still a gap between the center of the painting and the supporting paper.
With one layer sandwiched between them, I gently pinched it with two fingers and pulled it out.
It was a very thin piece of paper that had turned slightly yellow due to age. It was blank with nothing on it. I looked over it over and over for a while and said to myself: "Is this peach blossom paper or Jingchuan paper?"
Although Li Yubo was proficient in history, he did not have much research on ancient calligraphy and painting, so he asked: "What's the difference?"
I twisted the paper and said: "Peach blossom paper is a kind of printing paper produced in Kaihua area of Zhejiang Province. It is whiter than rice paper, tougher and translucent. It can be used for engraving monuments, printing, calligraphy and painting, and is also used to paper windows.
It is even used to seal the earthen jars for making Dongpo Pork. If it is peach blossom paper, apply it with water and oil, and the paper will become transparent. If there are dark words on it, it will show up."
Li Yubo said: "Then hurry up and find oil!" When he lifted his body, he pulled the dislocated joint and let out an ouch.
I looked at him and said: "If this is not peach blossom paper, but Jingchuan paper, then it is made of bamboo. If it is coated with oil, it will be absorbed by the pores of the bamboo fiber, and the words on it will not be visible.
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Everyone looked solemn after hearing this. If you can't judge the quality of the paper, you will regret it for life if you make a mistake.
I said to Ling Kong: "Get some scissors, cut a small piece off the edge, and use a microscope to look at the fiber shape. The characteristics of bamboo fiber are that there are horizontal knots in the longitudinal direction, uneven thickness, cavities inside, and cracks on the edges.
If so, it is Jingchuan paper."
Ling Kong called his subordinates and told him to go to the cultural and educational equipment store to buy a microscope tomorrow.
After making the call, he turned to me and said, "You are in danger tonight. Go to bed early."
I asked in surprise, rest? Where to rest?
Ling Kong pointed to the rooms inside and said that apart from the rooms for me and my assistant, this house is all guest rooms. It's up to you to choose.
I said no, I'd better go back to my own home and sleep peacefully. I stood up and said goodbye.
Lingkong suddenly stood up, put a hand on my shoulder, and pushed me back to the sofa. His arm strength was super strong. As the saying goes, his arms couldn't twist my thighs, but he actually pressed my legs down. I couldn't control my center of gravity.
He stopped and fell down on the sofa.
Mingying, who was silent next to her, suddenly said quietly: "I live here too."
Ling Kong nodded and said: "Yes. Your home is now exposed. Don't go back to the house there for the time being. Let Jiang Nan find another place for you tomorrow and move there after you have settled in."
Mingying didn't react at all, just sitting blankly.
Ling Kong called a girl and introduced her as his assistant, named Yang Ruihan. This girl was gentle and quiet, with a good figure. She was wearing a large T-shirt and hot pants, with her white thighs dangling in front of her eyes.
Go, I couldn't help but glance at it.
Suddenly an indifferent gaze glanced over at me. I followed the direction of the gaze and saw that it was Mingying. I don't know why, but I felt shy and quickly collected my thoughts.
Yang Ruihan also noticed that I glanced at her seductive thighs, but she was not angry. She said calmly: "Mr. Lin, please come with me."
I followed her into a room. The furnishings were very simple. At first glance, I knew it was a guest room, much like a hotel room. The quilt, sheets and pillowcases were clean. I nodded and thanked Yang Ruihan, and casually asked if she had any cigarettes.
She nodded and said, "Wait a moment." After leaving for about three minutes, she came back and handed me two packs of Yellow Crane Tower 1916.
Okay. The boss of my company likes to smoke these cigarettes and he gave me a pack. The price of a pack is 180 yuan, which is considered a sky-high price. One cigarette is worth my meal. And this cigarette is better than ordinary cigarettes.
The cigarette was short and disappeared after two puffs. However, it tasted similar to a cigar and was very fragrant. I took it and thanked me quickly, thinking that this organization is really rich, and the cigarettes they casually take out to greet guests are of such high quality.
What is the origin of this organization? Where does their money come from?
I smoked a cigarette in the room to calm down. When I returned to the living room, I found that there was no one there. I guess Ling Kong had accompanied Li Yubo to find an old Chinese medicine doctor, and Mingying had also been taken in by Yang Ruihan.
s room.
I've been busy all day today, stealing paintings and evading pursuit. I didn't even have time to change clothes. I'm covered in stinky sweat. I actually have a shirt in my carry-on bag that I wore when I went to Chen Ziqi's house, but I forgot it at Mingying's.
In the car, I didn't bring it over. In desperation, I thought it didn't matter so much, I would take a shower first, and ran to the bathroom.
I didn't expect that the bathroom door is a sliding type and has no latch!
I am a person who will die if I don't take a shower for a day, so I thought I would take a shower first and then talk about it, so I closed the shower curtain, took off my clothes and started taking a shower.
Halfway through washing, the door was suddenly opened. I hurriedly said: "Hey, wait a minute, someone is using it!"
Yang Ruihan's voice sounded, saying: "Mr. Lin, you probably didn't bring any change of clothes. I prepared a set of pajamas and put them here. You can change into them after you take a bath. I'll take your clothes and wash them."
I'll send it to your room when you get up tomorrow morning."
This Yang Ruihan seems to regard these things as extremely pure and normal behavior, and does not regard breaking into a bathroom where a member of the opposite sex is bathing as anything strange. However, how can I refuse this super five-star service, so I quickly agreed.
But suddenly I remembered that my underwear was also in the pile of dirty clothes, but I was too embarrassed to speak again, so I could only let her go.
The problem is, I can’t find the shower gel. There are many bottles and jars on the shelves around me, all of which are imported. They are all in foreign languages, and I can’t understand any of them. Damn it, even if they are imported.
, they all have a Chinese label, right? You don’t need to show off your wealth like this, right? How can this make me, a **sentimental person, so embarrassed?
I had no choice but to squeeze out bottle after bottle and try it on my hair. If it didn’t feel right, I rinsed it off. After working on it for a long time, I finally settled on a thin white bottle with Sebastian on it. After washing my hair, it felt right.
, it was really refreshing after washing. It’s not that I’m a fan of foreign things, this foreign product is indeed easier to use, but I guess it’s not cheap. I smacked my lips and thought to myself, I don’t know if I’ll have a chance to use it in the future, so I might as well wash it off.
.So I washed it again with it, and I immediately felt that I had gotten a big advantage and it was a worthwhile trip.
It also took a lot of effort to determine the shower gel. I also used the same test method and found a flat bottle from Patyka.
Okay, my mentality, why is it always so clumsy?
After a nice bath, I put on the pajamas brought by Yang Ruihan. The pajamas were made of soft and slippery materials. It was a great pleasure to touch them in my hands and put them on. It was like the smoothest skin of the opposite sex, and it was gently rubbed all over my body.
The feeling of rubbing caused my brain to secrete dopamine unconsciously and put me in a slightly excited state. In other words, I had evil thoughts.
I have such a carefree and unpretentious character: I was almost shot to death and hit by a car just now. Now I have some cheap shower gel and shampoo, and those nervous and depressed moods have long been forgotten.
Java is gone.
I came out of the bathroom, and Yang Ruihan was standing not far away, secretly smiling with her lips pursed. My old face turned red, and she probably saw through my mentality that I would use my dick when I met imported goods. I stiffened.
He turned around, walked into the room, and closed the door, feeling depressed.
Sitting on the bed, I secretly made up my mind to explain to Mingying and Lingkong early tomorrow morning that if it was really necessary, I would give an emotional speech to Mrs. Yin and focus on the seriousness of this incident.
And the unbearable burden on me. After all, the organization came to me and asked me to do things, which was semi-forced. If I gave up my job, they might not dare to do anything to me, but if I continued, I would encounter a hail of bullets next time.
In this situation, I'm afraid I won't be as lucky as this time.
So, I'm quitting, no matter what.
Having made up her mind, she was about to lift the quilt and lie down when there was a gentle knock on the door.