After that, several people went to pay the final payment and get the things they auctioned.
Tan Mingyuan didn't pay attention to the tens of millions of things at all, and handed them to Song Kanglai to hold, while he stared at the iron ruler in Jiang Zhihao's hand.
Tao Guoan is better than him, at least not so eager, although he also wants to know the real secret of Tiezhi.
"Boy, stop pretending and hurry up. I want to see what a big name can be achieved by a little guy who relies on Tao Guoan's power!" Tan Mingyuan said.
"What are you talking about, Chairman Tan? Mr. Jiang's ability is obvious to all. People rely on real materials, but you say that a fox is fake and a tiger is powerful. How dare you say that Chairman Tan is usually so demeaning?" Tao Guoan said.
"I'm too lazy to chirp with you!" Tan Mingyuan said angrily.
Jiang Zhihao didn't intend to delay. He asked the auction staff for a hand-held cutting machine. After turning on the power, he was ready to cut.
Several people came around curiously, wanting to see what he was doing.
Jiang Zhihao did not get frightened by the crowd of others. He firmly grasped the cutting machine and cut from one end of the iron ruler.
This antique ironware passed down from the Qing Dynasty was easily cut into two pieces, which made people feel a little regretful.
After all, it was considered an antique, and it was just scrapped.
Jiang Zhihao brought the wet towel he had prepared, lowered the temperature of the iron ruler, then stood it up and poured it into his palm.
The first thing that was poured out was a piece of paper. Because it had been stored in a closed space for a long time, it had not suffered too much corrosion over time.
This piece of paper, which looked like ancient rice paper, was carefully unfolded by Jiang Zhihao and spread out in front of everyone.
Above is a line of words written in regular script: "I will be separated from Qi Mi, and my surname will never be Wu!"
Tan Mingyuan laughed loudly and said sarcastically: "With just such a sentence, how dare you say it's worth more than my tens of millions of antiques?"
Jiang Zhihao looked up at him and asked: "I wonder if Chairman Tan has ever heard of such a saying, weeping for the six armies, but only for the beauty."
"Of course I've heard of it. Isn't it just about the peace between King Wu Sangui and Chen Yuanyuan? It's as if you are the only one who is literate." Tan Mingyuan said disdainfully.
Jiang Zhihao smiled and said: "Since Chairman Tan is so educated, do you know the names of Wu Sangui's sons?"
"Call, call...Wu Yingxiong! Yes, Wu Yingxiong!" Tan Mingyuan stuttered.
"Where is the other one?" Jiang Zhihao asked again.
"Is there another one?" Tan Mingyuan was stunned. Did Wu Sangui have two sons? The Deer and the Cauldron only mentioned one.
Jiang Zhihao laughed and said: "Wu Sangui has two sons. Wu Yingxiong is mentioned in various movies and TV series, and the historical records are also relatively detailed. But he also has a son named Wu Yingqi, but he is rarely mentioned. Why?
In addition, because Wu Yingqi disappeared after Emperor Kangxi abolished the vassalage, there are few records in later generations."
Tan Mingyuan's face turned red when he heard this. How could he know such historical secrets so clearly? It would be good if he could remember Wu Yingxiong.
"So what if there is a second son? Does it have anything to do with what happened today?" Tan Mingyuan said harshly.
"Of course it's related. If you look at the word "Qi" above the word, it actually refers to Wu Sangui's second son Wu Yingqi." Jiang Zhihao explained: "Back then, Wu Sangui was cut off from his vassal by Emperor Kangxi and died a few months after his defeat. After his death
, my beloved concubine Chen Yuanyuan secretly left Yunnan with her son Wu Yingqi because of the secret order she left before her death, and hid in a deep mountain. This piece of paper is the secret order left by King Wu Sangui of Pingxi to Chen Yuanyuan!"