I broke out of the grave and was broadcast live by Yearning

"The original Mark Twain manuscript... how valuable it is!"

"Just this book, you can exchange it for a villa without any problem."

Ye Xuan waved his hands, not feeling cold: "What do I want a villa for?"

"If you like this book, take it and read it."

Teacher Huang was flattered and shook his head like a rattle: "This is absolutely impossible, old man."

"This thing is very precious, you'd better put it away."

After packing the book securely, Teacher Huang picked it up and helped Ye Xuan put it down.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan was not happy immediately, frowned and said: "I said you little Huang, he is worth a few hundred million, and that is also a book!"

"If you like to watch it, just take it and watch it."

Understanding Ye Xuan's meaning, Teacher Huang explained in a good way: "Master, you misunderstood."

"I read this book when I was in school."

"It's just a little hard to accept seeing the manuscript in your hand today."

Mark Twain was an eighteenth century existence.

Many works handed down from generation to generation have been praised by later generations.

Now that there is a proper manuscript in Ye Xuan's hand, who can accept it?

Teacher Huang was just curious at first, but now he absolutely dare not accept what Ye Xuan gave him.

The words between Mr. Huang and Ye Xuan naturally aroused speculation in the barrage.

"I don't think it's possible."

"Mark Twain was a writer hundreds of years ago. Hundreds of years have passed. How could the manuscript not be damaged?"

"I also feel that Mark Twain's manuscript never appeared at all."

Seeing that the barrage didn't believe it, Teacher Huang was immediately displeased. He opened the book directly and turned out the first page.

"You still don't believe me, let me show you."

In order to dispel all doubts,

Teacher Huang pointed the book at the camera in the live broadcast room.

The audience stared at the chapters of the book in front of them, all dumbfounded!

"I'm numb, my scalp is numb!"

"It's actually true!"

"You still don't believe me when I said it was true."

"It's all right now, can't Mark Twain's coffin be overwhelmed?"

The audience laughed and joked.

Teacher Huang was puzzled: "Old man, although it is very abrupt to ask, but... where did you get this book?"

A span of nearly three centuries!

Anyone would be curious.

Ye Xuan waved his hand casually and yawned: "Let me think about it..."

"It seems that Xiao Ma fell into my house when he was taking tutoring at my house..."

Having said that, Ye Xuan smiled and shook his head.

He remembered Mark Twain,

Thinking of this kid's study, every time he looked aggrieved,

It was as if Ye Xuan had bullied him.

"Hey, there is actually a book here!"

At this moment, the sharp-eyed Peng Peng suddenly saw a book under the bed,

He quickly picked it up with his hands.

But the moment he saw the title of the book, Peng Peng couldn't help being taken aback.

"Dream of Red Mansions?"

"Old man, so you also like to watch Dream of the Red Chamber!"

Teacher Huang smiled, but out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the first page Peng Peng turned.

yellowed paper,

Black words!

Calligraphy with a brush!

Let Teacher Huang see it, and I can't help but be stupefied again!

Chapter 31 The Story of A Dream of Red Mansions

Dream of Red Mansions.

One of the four great masterpieces of Huaguo.

Basically everyone has seen it.

Even if you haven't read it, you've definitely heard the name of this book!

But next.

Teacher Huang's words made everyone stunned.

"This Dream of the Red Chamber is the original manuscript of Mr. Cao Xueqin?"

Teacher Huang stared at the book in Peng Peng's hand with a shocked expression.

As for how he deduced it.