On the way back, Liu Fei looked at Jiang Ge with some confusion, "Boss, you can just buy a pen and sell a futon. Do you want to become a monk?"

As a modern person, she doesn't understand Jiang Ge's operation. Nowadays, modern facilities are abundant, including sofas and chairs, so there is no need to use a futon.

"Really? Don't look at things superficially. Do you think your boss has ever suffered a loss?"

Jiang Ge glanced at the assistant, and then said to Qin Zhan, "Give me the futon!"

Qin Zhan quickly handed the futon to Jiang Ge.

The latter said directly, "Give me the military dagger on your leg again."

Jiang Ge remembered that Qin Zhan always had a dagger in his lap. This was a soldier's habit, but it was useful now.

"Okay boss." Qin Zhan opened his eyes. Although he was confused, he bent down and took off the dagger from his leg.

After taking the dagger, Jiang Ge brushed the futon several times and drew a lot of fluff in an instant. Under everyone's puzzled looks, he put his hand into the futon and took out a book with a yellow cover.

There are several traditional Chinese characters written on it, "Tai Shang Lao Jun Qing Heart Sutra". The book is well preserved and obviously has some age.

"There is actually a book in this. How did the boss know about it?"

Everyone was stunned and looked at the book on Jiang Singer's side in surprise. The latter opened the book without explaining it. He found that it was a handwritten Taoist scripture with many annotations beside it, which seemed to be some insights.

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The scriptures were so complicated that Jiang Ge was confused, but through his red eyes he found that the book had a very strong air of time, and even a hint of yellow light, which was very similar to Liu Bang's Qinglong Jade Pendant last time.

What this yellow smell was, he couldn't figure out.

"It's an ancient book. It's worthy of the play I've been playing for so long."

Jiang Ge put together the ancient books and planned to study them slowly in the future.

It was now noon, and the market had begun to close its stalls. Normally, the stalls were only open for half a day, because many people came from afar, so he no longer had the need to continue picking up stalls. He took a few people to eat and then drove back to Wanbao Pavilion.

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Then he called Yang Feiyun directly and asked him to come over and take a look, intending to give the "Eighteen Levels of Hell" to him.

Half an hour later, Yang Feiyun hurried over and was immediately stunned when he heard what Jiang Ge said, "You think it's inappropriate for me to give this "Eighteen Levels of Hell" to my father-in-law, right?"

"The first time I went to my girlfriend's house, I gave her "Eighteen Levels of Hell" as a gift. Wouldn't it be unlucky? I was afraid that my girlfriend would beat me up."

He seriously suspected that Jiang Ge was playing tricks on him.

"That's not necessarily true. You'd better look at the picture first and then talk about it. Besides, the old man likes to practice Taoism, so he should be someone who doesn't stick to the secular world. In addition to this picture, I also have two ancient Taoist scriptures here as gifts!

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Jiang Ge also knew about this misunderstanding, but still insisted on his opinion. In his opinion, this picture was very good.

"Okay, let me see!"

Yang Feiyun couldn't refuse Jiang Ge's intention, so he opened the whole picture and looked at it. Because the picture was a bit long, it was more than three meters long when rolled out. It was grand and grand, and he couldn't help but become serious.

From the painter to the scenes described, everything is lifelike, like a comparison with the human world, full of Taoist thoughts. The more Yang Feiyun looks at it, the more he feels it is a good painting.

"Yes, the artistic conception is well expressed. It seems to be painted by a Taoist master, but I don't know who it is?"

He is also an appreciative person and instantly developed a liking for paintings.

"If I guess correctly, this should be Wu Chengen's notes." Jiang Ge smiled.

"Wu Cheng'en?" Yang Feiyun was shocked. As a man, how could he not have heard of Wu Cheng'en? You must have read "Journey to the West". This four famous novels are not only famous among domestic and even foreign scholars.

But he was curious again. Wu Chengen was just a novelist. When did he draw such a picture?

"It shouldn't be. Wu Cheng'en writes novels."

"That's because you don't understand his experience. In his early years, he was also very poor and made a living by writing and copying family letters for others. Painting is nothing, and the illustrations of Journey to the West were painted by him. His painting skills are good. I

I've checked my notes, it should be me."

"And you see, although there is only one character Wu in the signature, according to the spacing, it should be a three-character name. If you don't believe me, you can ask an expert to identify the notes."

Jiang Ge was not worried. His red pupils scanned it and it was very clear whether he had the same notes. This was absolutely correct.

"Boss, let me see when you accepted Wu Chengen's works?"

Shopkeeper Xu at the counter instantly became interested when he heard the conversation between the two, and walked over with a look of urgency on his face.

"Okay, then let Shopkeeper Xu take charge!" Jiang Ge smiled.

Shopkeeper Xu said modestly, "How can I compare to the boss's vision?"

Even so, he still read it meticulously, exclaiming that the artistic conception of this painting was in place, and he was also surprised when he saw the notes.

"It seems to be indeed his notes. It's very similar. If this painting is from that dynasty, then it should be right. Wu Cheng'en was also a handyman before he wrote novels."

"If this is true, the boss has discovered a new treasure for the country."

Shopkeeper Xu felt a little emotional. In fact, he was already 80% certain in his heart. Moreover, it was very simple to identify the age of cultural relics. As long as the painting was matched, the value would be high.

"It's really great. In this way, this painting is of great value. It was painted by a famous person. Old people will definitely like it, but the content is a little troublesome."

Yang Feiyun was also very happy. It was not easy to find such a painting, but he was still a little hesitant. After all, it was not appropriate to send such a painting to his door for the first time.

"Oh, my manager Yang, you are really like this. If the old man asks or is dissatisfied, you just say that you used this painting to express your determination. If you treat your girlfriend badly, you will go to the 18th level of hell. I don't believe him.

Not happy." Jiang Ge smiled, feeling that Yang Feiyun was a little unable to turn around.

"Jiang Ge, you are such a fucking genius!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Feiyun's eyes widened. How could he misinterpret the meaning like this?

What was obviously a bad thing turned into a good thing in an instant.

He began to admire this younger brother.
Chapter completed!