That night, Yan Xixi had insomnia and tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
Wang Donglin lay beside her and heard her keep tossing. He lost his sleepiness and simply sat up: "Xixi, what's wrong with you?"
"fine."
"Can't you sleep? If you can't sleep, get up. Let's think about the child's name."
She didn't answer.
"I've thought of dozens of names, but I don't think any of them are good. Hehe, I'll take a look at it on Baidu."
She was depressed: "You need Baidu to name it?"
He was serious: "If you don't decide on internal affairs, if you ask Baidu, if you don't decide on external affairs, if you don't decide on external affairs, if you don't ask Tianya if you don't decide on sexual affairs."
Even though he was full of thoughts, Yan Xixi laughed out loud.
It was the first time he saw her laughing after seeing her. He was energetic and excited: "Anyway, I can't sleep anymore. Let's go, I'll take you to see something."
She was pulled up by him, put on a coat, and drove out in the middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, Yan Xixi didn't know where he drove, but she felt that it took him a long time to stop.
It was a house with a not very fashionable appearance. But when I got close, I realized that the security measures were surprisingly strict. After the car drove in, it was even more vast. It took me half an hour to stop along the road surrounding the mountains.
Along the way, there were more than three meters high walls and tight barbed wire, and there were even teams of guards patrolling live ammunition.
The car finally stopped in front of a three-story building.
A guard ran up to open the car door, and a 24-hour duty staff ran to open the door.
Yan Xixi didn't care about surprise and followed Wang Donglin inside. It was a big room. The door was opened, and the light was not ordinary lighting, very similar to the special lights in the museum.
Yan looked around carefully and couldn't help but be stunned.
That huge room was not a rare treasure, but calligraphy and painting.
All are calligraphy and paintings.
Oil paintings, ancient paintings, modern ancient, Eastern and Western... everything is available.
She walked along the way and saw names like Picasso, Van Gogh, Xu Beihong, Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian... and even Da Vinci and Wu Daozi!
The other room was full of calligraphy. She saw names like Wang Xizhi, Cao Zhi, Gu Kaizhi, Yan Zhenqing, Tang Bohu...
She couldn't believe it and held her breath.
Like everyone who has seen so many treasures at once, there is only one thought in my mind: Is this true? Are all the original works? If it is an authentic works, wouldn’t it be priceless?
"These are all genuine works. They were collected from my great-grandfather's time to my grandfather's father. After many twists and turns, they have finally been preserved... Some of them were secretly bought back in the past few years..."
The calligraphy and paintings displayed on these three floors are far inferior to the National Museum. No wonder the security measures are so strict.
"Our family also has a house in Switzerland, which is full of bronze and jade. There has been no war in Switzerland for the past two hundred years, so we put things there. When you move easily, I will take you to see it in the future."
I knew that Wang Donglin was rich, but she didn't know that he was so rich! Any random thing that spread was auctioned for hundreds of millions, and there were so many three floors here!
There is one in Switzerland!!!
She was silently shocked! She even touched her belly quietly - she didn't know whether it was her good luck or bad luck.