After coming out of the cinema, it was already late at night and early in the morning. Bao Xiaofei took Huang Rongrong directly to a couple's room in a hotel.
After completing the accommodation procedures, the two walked into the elevator silently and went directly to the eleventh floor of the hotel.
"Ding!"
With a crisp sound, the 11th floor arrived. Bao Xiaofei walked out of the elevator silently, while Huang Rongrong followed behind Bao Xiaofei nervously.
No. 1101, No. 1103, No. 1105,...1113. When Bao Xiaofei walked to room 1113, he turned around and pressed the room card against the concierge.
With a whoosh, the door to the room opened.
When Bao Xiaofei and Huang Rongrong walked into the room, Bao Xiaofei couldn't wait to pick up Huang Rongrong and put it on the bed. At this time, the dry firewood happened to meet the fierce fire.
Huang Rongrong seemed to be more anxious than Bao Xiaofei. She didn't even have time to put the small bag in, so she couldn't wait to unlock it.
An hour later, the night was already very deep. Bao Xiaofei leaned on the bedside, lit a stick and started smoking, while Huang Rongrong lay there lazily, not wanting to move at all.
After smoking, Bao Xiaofei got up and took a shower, rolled himself up with Huang Rongrong and fell asleep.
"Brother Xiaofei, I want to ask you something?" Huang Rongrong asked in Bao Xiaofei's arms.
"You said there is nothing to hide between us."
"My mother needs an operation now and needs one million. Can you lend me some money?" Huang Rongrong asked.
"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's a trivial matter. What's wrong with aunt? Do you need me to go check it out?" Bao Xiaofei asked.
"It seems to be a gynecological disease. The doctor said it requires one million yuan for chemotherapy. I just launched a fundraiser at our school recently." Huang Rongrong said and took the mobile phone.
"I haven't sent it yet, I plan to send it tomorrow."
Bao Xiaofei looked at Huang Rongrong and stroked her hair. Huang Rongrong pressed her head tightly against Bao Xiaofei's chest.
Both of them fell into silence while lying on the bed. Bao Xiaofei didn't know what to say to comfort Huang Rongrong, and Huang Rongrong was bored waiting for Bao Xiaofei's meaning.
"Give me your card number!" Bao Xiaofei said, and also took his mobile phone. Huang Rongrong embarrassedly took the Gucci bag, took out a wallet from it, took out a bank card and handed it to Bao Xiaofei.
Without saying a word, Bao Xiaofei transferred 5 million to Huang Rongrong using mobile banking.
When Huang Rongrong received the text message on her mobile phone, her mouth widened in surprise.
"Brother Xiaofei, why did you give me five million? I really can't use that much."
"If I can't help auntie, I'll entrust you with everything. You arrange the best medical skills and surgeries. If it doesn't work, just tell me. In addition, you can buy some nutritional supplements, find a companion, etc. with the money.
They are all useful.”
"It's great. Don't save this money. If it's not enough, I'll give it to you. Your illness can't be delayed."
"..."
Bao Xiaofei talked a lot, and Huang Rongrong's face instantly became redder and redder. As she listened, she actually snuggled into Bao Xiaofei's arms and fell asleep.
When it was three o'clock in the morning the next day, Bao Xiaofei had already gotten up, and Huang Rongrong was still lying in bed. After a fierce battle all night, the school beauty in her early twenties was still asleep.
After calling several times, Huang Rongrong just said she was tired and didn't want to get up. It wasn't until after eleven o'clock that she got up lazily.
The two simply packed up their clothes and went out to have breakfast together.
At this time, it was almost noon, breakfast was gone, and lunch was not ready yet. Bao Xiaofei took Huang Rongrong's hand and walked outside. He wanted to take a taxi to eat at a Western restaurant, but Huang Rong
Rong received an emergency call and had to go back to school first.
Bao Xiaofei casually called an online taxi and asked Huang Rongrong to get in and go home first. He also planned to go to the group to work in the afternoon.
After seeing off Huang Rongrong, Bao Xiaofei was walking aimlessly on the street alone. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. A piece of dark yellow wax paper was thrown to the ground. It looked like it had been trampled into disgrace.
This thing is not often seen. It may be a piece of printing paper that fell from somewhere, but if it is really printing paper, you can still see the things on it. These days, this kind of thing is really rare.
Looking at the crowds around him, no one noticed him, so he bent down and picked up the wax paper.
"Ding! I picked up a piece of high-grade paper and will be rewarded with twenty yuan in cash. At the same time, a special reward will be triggered: Along the River During the Qingming Festival."
"A Picture of Along the River During Qingming Festival?" In an instant, Bao Xiaofei had a scroll painting in his hand. Bao Xiaofei thought a lot in his mind, but he had too little historical knowledge, so he almost returned it all to the teacher.
But one thing he can be sure of is that the rewards from this system will never be fake.
He knew that "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" has become the only copy in the world, and its author Zhang Zeduan was a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.
His authentic work is unique in this world. Although the things given to him by the system usually do not deceive him, he still wants to find someone to authenticate them.
The only copy of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" seems to be in the Palace Museum. How could it appear in my hands?
Did you relax too much last night and you are still dreaming now?
Through Dean Chen Cheng, Bao Xiaofei contacted an old professor at Qingcheng College who was very accomplished in antiques.
The old professor happened to be at the hotel where Bao Xiaofei was staying.
When he took out the only copy of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" that was awarded by the system, the old professor's airs instantly disappeared and his face became pale.
At first he thought that the young man in his twenties in front of him had bought a fake from somewhere, but when he took it out and took a look, the old professor was dumbfounded on the spot.
Unexpectedly, the boy in front of me actually took out the original work of Zhang Zeduan.
Who in the world doesn’t know that Zhang Zeduan’s authentic paintings are in the Palace Museum? The paintings he painted back then were entirely for the royal family. How could such an important thing be easily spread among the people?
"Professor Dong, this painting is an ancestral heirloom of my Bao family. Can you help me see which dynasty it is from?" Bao Xiaofei curled his lips and asked.
Professor Dong picked up the magnifying glass, suppressed the fire in his heart, and tasted it carefully.
Incredible! Incredible!
"This looks like the real thing!"
"laugh!"
"Um!"
The rice paper production belongs to the Song Dynasty, and Zhang Zeduan was from the Song Dynasty.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
The old professor cursed three times in a row. He adjusted his glasses, took out white gloves and a high-end magnifying glass from his pocket, picked up the rice paper and looked at it carefully.
At this time, he doubted himself a little. This was simply a high imitation. He firmly believed that the original work would not be in front of the person in front of him in a museum.
Therefore, the old professor firmly believed that this was a high imitation.
After all, once technology develops, products that surpass previous generations can be produced, let alone simulations, but the artistic conception of paintings cannot be surpassed.
Professor Dong’s heart grew colder the more he looked at it!
As the sweat on the old professor's head continued to flow, he became more and more inclined to believe that this was an authentic work, and that it was written by Zhang Zeduan of the Northern Song Dynasty.
"I'm really sorry, sir. I have been collecting antiques for more than seventy years and have never misread it. But this unique copy, I'm afraid..." Professor Dong glanced at Bao Xiaofei and continued:
"I'm afraid... I really don't dare to jump to conclusions."
Professor Dong talked for a long time, but did not explain the reason. Maybe his surname was really Dong, but he didn't understand.
"Professor Dong, if this is truly authentic, how much would it be worth in the world?" Bao Xiaofei asked eagerly.
When Professor Dong heard this, the high-end magnifying glass in his nervous hand dropped to the ground and broke into two pieces, and the rice paper almost fell as well.
"How much?"
The professor frowned and did not speak.
Bao Xiaofei stepped forward to take the rice paper and was about to leave. It seemed that Professor Dong really didn’t understand anything!
When the professor saw Bao Xiaofei taking the rice paper, he felt a little anxious:
"This is a national treasure of China. Why do you own it privately? Even if you get it, you should hand it over to the state and let the museum keep it. You cannot keep it privately. This is a crime!"
The old professor was so excited that he used magic to suppress Bao Xiaofei.