Zhang Cailan recounted what had happened before, but did not mention anything that had embarrassed her. She only said that Yang Mu was being disrespectful to her, and made sarcastic remarks to vent her resentment.
The corners of Gu Anqi's mouth twitched and she really couldn't laugh.
The woman Yang Mu knew didn't have the same name as the business queen, but she was actually Shang Qingdai.
"He came to treat grandpa. Although it is impossible to cure him, it is still a good intention. As long as nothing happens to grandpa, we don't have to bother him." Gu Anqi said.
"No! Even if it seems fine, if there is any hidden disease left behind, we must not let him go!" Zhang Cailan did not intend for this matter to end here.
At this time, Gu Hanshan on the bed groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were clear and he looked at Gu Anqi with a smile: "My dear granddaughter, you came to visit grandpa? It's strange. Why do I feel like I slept for a long time?"
What's wrong with you three? Why are you looking at me like that? Don't worry, I feel very good now. In fact, I have never felt so awake."
After a while, the doctor from the nursing home came to check Gu Hanshan's body and made sure that everything was normal.
"Incredible! It's incredible! Master, in your case, you can actually regain your self-consciousness again. It is simply a medical miracle.
Your current situation is no different from that of ordinary people. I even suspect that your Alzheimer's disease has been completely cured. Please cooperate with us for further examination!"
Looking at the shocked middle-aged doctor, Gu Anqi's heart was beating wildly. She glanced at her parents who were also stunned, and an incredible thought came to her mind:
Yang Mu actually cured his grandfather?
How many secrets does he have? Perhaps, I have never really understood him at all!
Zhang Cailan's head was buzzing.
For some reason, I remembered what Yang said coldly when she left the Gu family: "In this life, even if you beg me, I will never step into your Gu family again!"
She gritted her teeth and said bitterly in her heart, she didn't know where this little beast learned this skill from, maybe it was just a blind cat that met a dead mouse!
But no matter what, even if you really have some skills, you are still a dog that our Gu family kicked out back then.
Please come back?
I will never need to ask for anything from you in this life!
………
"How about I hold your hand and get into the car and be your driver? Is that enough to give you face? Now you owe me another favor. You have to go to the movies and eat hot pot with me next time!"
Shang Qingdai was talking to Yang Mu while driving, with a bit of complacency on her face.
Yang Mu smiled. Although Shang Qingdai occasionally had a temper in front of her, it could be seen from the details that she was a woman who was very good at giving men face and thinking about men at critical moments.
If other men in Tianhai City knew that the way to repay a favor was to accompany Shang Qingdai to go to the movies and have dinner, they would all be rushing to owe her a favor.
He nodded and said, "Tell me about your friend in the collecting world?"
Hearing Yang Mu mention business, Shang Qingdai became serious and explained to him.
Her friend in the collecting world, named Peng Jingyao, is a professor in the history department of Tianhai University and a well-known master in the Tianhai collecting world.
Peng Jingyao is nearly seventy years old, knowledgeable and fond of collecting all kinds of antiques. He became famous in the cultural relics world when he was young. He relied on his extraordinary eyesight to become a billionaire early on.
"I also just learned that Mr. Peng got the Scarlet Sky Sword by chance, so I plan to go over and see if it's true or not. Mr. Peng is an upright man, but has an old-fashioned and stubborn personality. He hates young people who are ignorant and like to show off. Remember, go
Go over there, listen more and talk less! No, if you can stop talking, try not to talk."
Shang Qingdai drove into a high-end community, parked the car, and warned Yang Mu before getting out of the car.
Yang Mu said: "What do you mean by this, are you saying that I am the kind of person who is ignorant and likes to show off?"
"Yeah. Master Yang, you are too sensitive. I will just give you a brief warning. Do you think I am mocking you?"
Shang Qingdai smiled playfully and explained, "Of course you are not ignorant, but my knowledge in cultural relics and antiques, let alone compared to Mr. Peng, I am many times better than you.
This is like going to a gathering of top mathematicians. You ask a mathematical question that seems very complicated to an ordinary person like you, but in the eyes of a top mathematician, the mathematical question you ask is not only uncomplex, but too complex.
It's easy, so I will think you are ignorant.
Ignorance or not is determined by comparison. I really didn’t mean to mock you. Well, when the time comes, you should listen more and talk less. If there is anything you don’t understand, just ask me in a low voice."
Shang Qingdai and Yang Mu arrived at the door of an independent villa and made a phone call. Soon, a servant came out and took the two of them inside.
The two of them followed the servant to Peng Jingyao's basement, which was specially used to collect antiques.
The basement covers an area of nearly two hundred square meters. In addition to many antiques that are obviously valuable at first glance, there are also many high-tech mechanisms and instruments, all of which are undoubtedly used to prevent theft.
In the middle, there are several old men surrounding them, all of whom have a literati aura.
One of the short, fat old men, with a joking smile on his face, was talking to a tall, thin old man next to him. The tall, thin old man frowned and seemed to be in a bad mood.
Several people quickly noticed Shang Qingdai and Yang Mu. The short and fat old man looked at Shang Qingdai and said excitedly: "Girl Qingdai, come here and have a look. Let me tell you, Lao Peng is definitely eye-catching today!"
"Huh!" The tall, thin old man snorted coldly, looking unhappy.
Shang Qingdai smiled and nodded to several old men, and explained to Yang Mu in a low voice:
"The old gentleman who spoke is named Yuan Yi, who is also a well-known figure in the collecting world. The tall and thin man is Mr. Peng.
Mr. Yuan and Mr. Peng have been enemies and friends for many years, but they also like to fight. The so-called eye-catching means looking away. Come on, let's go over and have a look!"
Yang Mu and Shang Qingdai walked towards each other, thinking that Mr. Yuan said that Mr. Peng was eye-catching. Could it be that the Red Sky Sword was fake?
As the two walked in, several old men made way for them.
In the middle of them is a rectangular stone pillar about one and a half meters high.
On the stone pillar, lay a long sword with a simple style and mottled rust.
The hilt of the sword is dark red, and the sword body is red with patterns engraved on it.
The pattern looks like a small blood trough for bleeding, with two seal characters engraved on it - Chi Xiao.
This sword is longer and wider than ordinary swords. Overall, there is nothing conspicuous about it, and it does not look much different from ordinary ancient swords.
Shang Qingdai looked at it carefully and frowned slightly: "The overall appearance is similar to the legendary Scarlet Sky Sword. But the Scarlet Sky Sword should be three feet long, and this sword is definitely more than three feet long.
Also, it is said that the sword of the imperial way can cut gold and stone, break hair with blowing, and has a blade as sharp as frost and snow. But this sword looks like..."
She glanced at the rusty sword blade, and there was no need to say the following words. She was a little disappointed in her heart. It seemed that Mr. Peng had really caught his eye.
"Hahaha! Qingdai girl has good eyesight, this is definitely a fake! Hehe, you can break a fart with a hair dryer."
Mr. Yuan pulled out a piece of his own hair and blew it towards the edge of the Red Sky Sword. The hair hit the blade without any harm.
He looked gloating and sneered:
"Not to mention cutting gold and stone, this thing is too blunt for cutting meat! Lao Peng, don't be so stubborn, just admit it honestly when you look at it, don't waste time! I bought such a piece of junk for 30 million yuan
, but it’s really yours.”
The other few people were silent and didn't speak, obviously thinking that Mr. Peng was blind this time.
Mr. Peng looked ugly and said to Shang Qingdai: "This sword is definitely not a piece of junk. Its weight is astonishing, weighing a full eighty-one kilograms!"
"Eighty-one pounds?"
Shang Qingdai was startled.
You know, the weight of an ordinary long sword is basically no more than two kilograms, so there is also the saying of sword dancing. If it weighs eighty-one kilograms, who can still dance!
Whether it can be lifted or not is a big question!
"Eighty one kilograms, which further proves that this thing is a fake! It is so bulky and the blade is so blunt. It is obviously a completely impractical decoration. How could it be the legendary Chixiao Sword?"
Yuan Laoyan said that he was digging the truth.
Everyone else nodded, feeling that this was indeed the case.
Mr. Peng looked embarrassed, but didn't know how to refute. At this moment, he suddenly saw the young man who came with Shang Qingdai, reaching out to grab the hilt of the ancient sword in front of him.
His brows were knitted into knots. Where did this stupid boy come from? He said that this sword weighs eighty-one pounds. Is he talking nonsense?
If you didn't think that I was lying, how could you reach out and grab the hilt of the sword? The weight of eighty-one kilograms can be picked up with one hand?
As soon as he thought about this, he became furious and shouted:
"Boy, take your claws back to me. I said it was eighty-one pounds, and it was eighty-one pounds. It's not your turn to question it!"