The four-kilometer journey took less than ten minutes to arrive and an hour to go back. Chen Jianwen did not ride a bicycle. He hung the bag containing the dossier and sachet on the handlebar of the bicycle for fear of something happening while riding.

Unexpectedly, I only dared to push the car and walked home. I didn't dare to go too fast all the way.

After returning home, Wu Yulan had already finished her dinner. She made braised noodles and put them in a bowl on the dinner table, which still had some residual warmth.

"What are you doing?" Wu Yulan asked with a frown when she saw him coming in. She ran out in a hurry and said, "I'm going out for a while." When she was about to ask what she was doing, the person disappeared.

"I went to my son's place."

Chen Jianwen hugged the bag tightly in his arms, like a chicken thief. When he saw the food on the dining table, he paused and continued to the study, "You can eat first. I'm not hungry now. I'll wait for you."

Come out and eat later."

"I eat them all..."

Before Wu Yulan could finish her words, Chen Jianwen had already entered the study room and closed the door.

"I'll give you a shit!"

...

In the study room, Chen Jianwen took out the contents of his bag and put them on the table. He found a pair of brand new white gloves from the drawer and put them on. Then he took out tweezers, a magnifying glass with ten times focus, an ultraviolet inspection lamp, a spotlight flashlight and other messy items.

Tools and equipment, start observing carefully.

He was walking in such a hurry that he forgot to bring his tools. Although he considered himself an expert in this field and could confirm that things were fine with his naked eyes and experience, everyone could make mistakes when appraising cultural relics.

Can't be too big.

Chen Jianwen took a magnifying glass and carefully checked the texture on the makeup package for a second confirmation. After careful observation for a long time, he finally felt relieved and confirmed that it was correct.

He leaned back on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief, and gently rubbed the lid of the box with his fingers through his gloves. It was one of the three tribute woods of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the best among sandalwoods, and its color and texture were the best among the best.

Sandalwood Red sandalwood originally has a cycle of five years, and it takes eight hundred years to become useful. The so-called red sandalwood seen on the market today is made from materials that are several years old, or even directly passed off as blood sandalwood.

As for this dowry, looking at the color and texture, it is estimated to be thousands of years of rosewood. It is definitely a good thing that has a price but no market.

It's just a pity that there are some minor flaws. There are many slight scratches on the inside and outside of the box. They are very scratched and it is difficult to see clearly without the help of a magnifying glass. It looks like some animal scratched it with its claws.

cat?

The first creature that popped into Chen Jianwen's mind was the cat, and he shook his head again. If a cat scratched the box with its claws, there would be no traces like this, they would definitely be deep and obvious.

The scratches on it are very light, so slight that they can even be ignored, and there are traces of scratches everywhere.

It's especially like a cat opening a box when it's okay, and then taking things out and putting things in from time to time. Its little paws inevitably come into contact with the body of the box, the kind of unintentional traces it creates.

Thinking of this, Chen Jianwen himself felt happy. How could there be such a wicked cat in the world, unless he became a spirit?

Although there were flaws, they were not hidden. He put the dossier aside and carefully picked up the sachet and began to inspect it. This was even better, gorgeous and exquisite, with unique craftsmanship, silver engraving technology, and another layer of gilt connecting the upper and lower spheres.

Golden ring.

The specifications are definitely of the royal level. I don’t know if it was the favorite of any nobleman in the Tang Palace, or it might be a gift to a certain royal wife.

Um?

Soon, Chen Jianwen also found traces of cat claws on the sachet, which were much more obvious than those on the makeup package. It looked like they were scratched out with cat claws.

Legend of the Demon Cat?

At this moment, the old man inexplicably thought of a movie from a few years ago, which happened to be about the story of Yang Guifei and a demon cat. Although he was not very satisfied with the movie, he still watched it.

According to the records of the old Tang Dynasty, after the Anshi Rebellion was settled, Li Longji returned to Shu and ordered people to find Yang Guifei's body for reburial. However, the trusted aide he sent came back to report that the skin was damaged, but the sachet was still there.

The sachet that Yang Yuhuan originally wore was this kind of silver sphere.

As a staunch atheist, Chen Jianwen naturally wouldn't believe in the theory of demon cats, but he couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart.

The dossier and sachet have scratches from cat's claws, and they look very much like the same cat.

It is possible that the person who collected them before did not know the value and gave them to cats to play with, but rather than saying this, it is better to say that the previous owner of these two things was a cat.

This is a hell of a deal.

After pondering for a long time without understanding, Chen Jianwen simply gave up. A cultural relic has gone through hundreds or even thousands of years of vicissitudes, and no one can tell what will happen during this period.

The stories about them will always arouse people's imagination, driving future generations to push through the fog to find out. But how can the changes of thousands of years be studied exhaustively by human beings?

However, it is precisely this heavy sense of vicissitudes of life and history that makes people unable to see clearly that makes it most fascinating.

As soon as Chen Jianwen put away his things, there was a loud knock on the study door over there, "Hurry up and eat. If you don't come out, don't eat. You will be hungry tonight."

"I'm coming."

The old man opened the door and walked out, met Wu Yulan's angry eyes, his expression froze for a moment, then walked around her body and sat down at the dining table as if nothing had happened, picked up the kuaizi and knocked it on the table to align it, and poured the marinade into the noodles.

Stir it, stir it, and eat it.

After just two bites, he picked up the garlic next to him and started to peel it. He glanced at Wu Yulan who was deliberately cold-faced next to him, and said while peeling: "Well, let me tell you something happy."

"Hmm." Wu Yulan hummed indifferently. She became angry when she looked at this man. As soon as she entered the house, she locked herself in the study. Is there a wife in there?

"I'm telling you, you'll definitely be happy to hear that."

Wu Yulan was not happy yet, but Chen Jianwen here was already very excited. He talked about what happened today, focusing on the value of the things and how much they could be sold for. Wu Yulan was dumbfounded, with a look of disbelief on his face.

, "Can it be worth so much money?!"

"Can I still lie to you?"

"Where are the things? Take them out and let me see them."

"I'll take you to the study room after I finish the meal." Chen Jianwen ate the noodles in a few mouthfuls, put the bowl into the kitchen sink, and then pulled Wu Yulan in to show off.

When she saw the so-called dowry and sachet, Wu Yulan looked disappointed. Just such a dark and broken wooden box was worth a shit. This person was probably not kidding herself.

There is also that gray ball that is not as bright as autumn. It is only a national cultural relic. How can a national-level one be so shabby?

As soon as Chen Jianwen saw her expression, he knew that she didn't believe it, but he didn't explain it any further. He curled his lips quietly, saying that he had long hair and short knowledge, and he would naturally believe it once he was sold.

The old man is not worried at all about whether he can sell it, not to mention that he knows many big bosses who like antiques.

Even if you don't have it, put it in the auction house. As soon as the news spreads about something that has a price but no market, a lot of people will rush to get it.

Thinking like this, he suddenly felt a little emotional. This brat was so lucky. He looked like an orphan to find a wife, but he could find two treasures at a glance.

As a result, this kid has been fed up with soft food at a young age, and he can think whatever he wants.
Chapter completed!