Collecting Huaxia: Take stock of the top ten iron-blooded generals at the beginning!

Jiang Nan didn't know what he meant.

But it's hard to tell him the truth.

I could only nod my head there.

Director Wang took the seal and looked left and right, and finally said: "It shouldn't be! Your prop group is too strong, right?"

"Although I'm not an expert in treasure appraisal, I still do some research on antiques. This seal looks absolutely extraordinary! Or is it made of sandalwood?"

He poked Jiangnan:

"Introduce me to the person in this prop group, I want to worship him as my teacher... If this is an imitation of an ancient painting, or something else, it can directly sell for tens of millions!"

"No way!" Jiang Nan didn't dare to say more, and took the seal into his hand:

"Maybe someone from the props team took it from someone's own home... Maybe his ancestor is old Mr. Lu You?"

Jiangnan made up nonsense there.

Such a shrewd person as Director Wang, how could he be fooled by him.

"Impossible! Even if the people in this prop group are really the descendants of old Mr. Lu You, then it is impossible for this thing to be passed down to the present day intact!"

"Furthermore, if he knew that this thing was from the Southern Song Dynasty, he wouldn't lend it to you as a prop!"

Director Wang deliberates and deduces there alone.

Jiang Nan was thinking about how to return this seal to Mr. Lu You.

When he arrived at Jiangnan's residence, he ignored Director Wang's repeated questioning, and hurried up with his seal.

Jiangnan has already made a decision.

This seal is something special to Mr. Lu You.

Even if Mr. Lu You is really planning to give it to Jiangnan.

Then Jiangnan had to confirm it face to face.

After returning home, he took the seal, sat on the bed, and started the system silently in his mind.

"The host please choose to travel through the era"

"Please host to choose a traversal address"

"Please host to choose the historical figure to face"

In the next second, the system responded to his needs.

Immediately, the scene in front of him changed drastically. Jiang Nan blinked and came to the small village he had been to when recording the program.

It was daytime.

Judging from the surrounding scene, it is still the season of warm spring and flowers blooming.

Jiangnan walked along the village path to the thatched cottage in his memory.

The further he walked, the more uneasy he felt in his heart.

From a distance, he saw the dilapidated thatched cottage, which looked even more withered.

There was no one around.

Not even the villagers passing by.

Jiang Nan looked around, walked hesitantly outside the thatched house, and gently opened the gate of the fenced yard.

Although the fence gate made of tree branches looked intact, when it was opened, it suddenly shattered into a pile.

It turned out that the fence gate had already been eaten by moths.

With just a slight movement, it turned into pieces.

The feeling in Jiang Nan's heart is getting worse and worse.

The path in the yard has been covered by weeds, and it cannot be seen what it used to be.

Jiang Nan tried to call out: "Mr. Lu You?"

In response to him, there was nothing but the creak of the wooden door.

On the false wooden door, spider webs hung there layer by layer.

Dust fell from the door, and the room was even more gloomy.

Jiang Nan stepped in.

It was still the familiar Eight Immortals table.

The stools are neatly arranged.

It's just gray dust all over it.

Jiang Nan was in a daze, turned around and entered the room.

The musty smell of the books hits the face.

Along with the cold and damp, Jiangnan couldn't help shivering.

On the wooden bed, the quilt was damp and moldy, and on the desk next to it, there were only a few tattered pieces of rice paper left.

A breeze blows from the window, blowing the rice paper on the table to the ground.

Jiang Nan's heart sank suddenly.

It is impossible for Mr. Lu You to leave the thatched cottage where he has lived for so many years.

Besides, his life is difficult and he has no ability to leave.

Then...there is only one possibility...

Old Mr. Lu You passed away.

Jiang Nan's throat was choked.

Suddenly, a piece of rice paper on the desk caught his attention.

There are a few lines of small characters on the rice paper.

"Mr. Jiangnan's personal review:"

"A dream in Nanke in 80 years, today I can realize my wish, thank you Mr. Jiangnan Xiao..."

Jiang Nan's hand holding the rice paper hangs down feebly.

Judging from the handwriting, it is indeed the handwriting of Mr. Lu You.

It seems that after Jiangnan took Mr. Lu You to travel to the present world, the old man began to want to leave.

Maybe he expected that Jiangnan would come back again.

That's why I left him a note.

Jiang Nan sighed: "Old Mr. Lu You is eternal!"

He looked around and saw that on the bookcases on the four walls, there were old Mr. Lu You's favorite books.

Today, these books have long been covered with mildew.

Let these books go with Mr. Lu You.

He reached into his pocket and touched the seal.

"The host please prepare to return!"

A system beep sounded in my head.

In the next second, Jiangnan was sitting on the bed in his home intact.

He touched the seal in his pocket, but the choking feeling in his throat became more and more intense.

He can present all soul-stirring scenes to netizens one by one.

However, behind these glitz, there is still a sad background that cannot be erased.

Jiang Nan rubbed the seal without moving for a long time.

when!when!when!
The hour hand points to 12 o'clock.

It was already midnight.

I don't know why, but after finishing the program this time, I wasn't as tired as usual.

But unusually excited.

It could also be an afternoon where too many things happen.

He could toss and turn on the bed until the night outside the window gradually faded and the sky turned pale, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Ding Ding Ding!
While falling asleep, the phone rang.

The Jiangnan family got up and saw that it was Pei Pei.

Her tone was a little anxious: "where are you? It's early in the morning, aren't you at home?"

Ok?
Jiang Nan fell asleep in a daze: "I'm at home..."

"Then why don't you open the door for me?"

Pei Pei was just outside the door and had been here for more than ten minutes.

Been knocking on the door.

But Jiang Nan was so sleepy that he didn't hear him.

The two went downstairs to have some breakfast together, and then went to Green Sand TV.

As soon as he entered the office, he saw several directors of other program groups standing respectfully on both sides of the aisle.

After seeing Jiangnan, they applauded.

Jiang Nan was taken aback: "Directors, what are you doing?"

The director of the administrative department was at the front of the team and said to Jiangnan: "Did the director give the order yesterday? Jiangnan, in your spare time, you want to hold a study session for our director..."

The directors changed their attitude from yesterday and all came forward.

Jiang Nan didn't refuse either,

But he spoke very modestly.

He registered and called Director Wang over. On behalf of the cultural group, the two held a meeting with other directors in the name of exchange and study.

As far as these directors are concerned, their business ability is really good.

All their questions are on point.

"How did you prepare for so many real scenes?"

"There is only one day of preparation time in the middle. How did the third-party outsourcing company prepare? Or did you prepare for it a long time in advance?"

"We want to go to the outsourcing company for on-the-spot reference."