Secretary Zhou's face instantly showed a distressed expression.

He really wanted to say, boss, you said it so easily. In this case, you should bring the bottle over and have a look.

Secretary Zhou: "Master... that bottle is now placed in the old man's ward in the hospital. The old man has to take a look at it every night before going to bed before he can fall asleep."

Liancheng Yazhi is not an arty person. He has no interest in antiques. He feels that there is nothing good about things that have been unearthed from the earth or stored for thousands of years. They are all used by dead people. Wouldn't it be unlucky to keep them at home?

However, the old man is contrary to him. The old man loves porcelain and porcelain.

I especially love the blue and white elephant ear vase from the Yuan Dynasty, I love it to the extreme.

Because there are very few surviving Yuan blue and white pieces, those that have been handed down to the present are the best of the best. The old man spent a lot of effort and spent several years to find a blue and white elephant ear vase, so he loved it in every possible way, even if it was

He was already suffering from a stroke and could not move while lying on the bed, which did not diminish his love for the bottle.

If Liancheng Yazhi took away the bottle, it would almost be like taking away half of his remaining life.

That's why it was so difficult for Secretary Zhou to handle it when he heard it.

Even if we were to make an identical fake and exchange it with the real thing, time didn't allow it now. In the afternoon, Liancheng Yazhi went to Gu Hesheng's house. In the half-day effort, even the most skillful craftsman could not make an identical bottle.

This task that Liancheng Yazhi gave me is really life-threatening.

Liancheng glanced at him elegantly, "Would I still let you do something that is easy to do?"

Secretary Zhou really wanted to cry. It was too small to hold the bottle. What if the old man got angry to death? He said with a bitter face: "Master Ya, I really can't do it."

Liancheng Yazhi didn't seem to hear what he said at all, and waved her hand: "You go out, I'll wait for your bottle."

Secretary Zhou is going crazy, Master Ya, how could you do this? Don't be so arbitrary. You should at least listen to your subordinates' helplessness.

Liancheng lowered his head elegantly, started to work, and chased people away: "Don't go out yet, there is a lot of work today, don't delay."

Secretary Zhou could only grit his teeth and leave. As soon as he turned around, he hit Qiang twice with his head.

His boss is just... a scumbag, isn't it? On the one hand, he is not allowed to delay his work, and at the same time, he is also asked to do things that will make his father angry to death. This is really not allowing him to be a human being.

Secretary Zhou found a top-notch imitation master who said he could make an identical bottle within five days as quickly as possible. Secretary Zhou hesitated for less than a minute, and was forced by Liancheng Yazhi's order.

, finally made a sinister decision.

Within these five days, give the old man some special medicine, which will not cause any further damage to his body, but will make him unconscious, at least... within these five days, the old man will have no time to think about the blue and white elephant ear.

bottle.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Secretary Zhou stood waiting outside the ward. After about five minutes, the nurse who went in to give the old man an injection came out and said, "Secretary Zhou is ready."

Secretary Zhou nodded: "You did a good job. You can go down. You have to personally take care of the old man every day these days. Remember, don't give him time to wake up. When will I tell you to stop the medicine?"
Chapter completed!