How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Ye Cheng's words not only made Zhao Yatang stupid on the spot.

The shopkeeper Li Cen and the two boys in the room were stunned.

I turned my head upwards in a 360° circle and fucked invincibly!

Can prisoners on death row now visit Panjiayuan?

Is the person in front of me too crazy, or is the world in chaos?

Seeing that everyone in Zhao Yatang, including Zhao Yatang, was dumbfounded, Ye Cheng smiled awkwardly.

"Well... I've been losing weight recently. I guess it's okay to lose weight indefinitely. Don't panic... don't panic!"

Don’t panic?

Several people looked at each other.

Can we not fucking panic?

Shopkeeper Li Cen's hands began to tremble, and the two boys subconsciously searched for useful objects in the room.

In the end, Zhao Yatang came to his senses.

"Ye Cheng...Ye Cheng! I know you, I remember, you are the one..."

Ye Cheng smiled and nodded, stopping the other party from continuing.

I mean, let’s stop making a fuss, okay?

Otherwise, with my shy and honest personality, I would not dare to go out in the future.

After Zhao Yatang reminded him, several others also remembered.

Everyone looked at Ye Cheng strangely, as if they were seeing a giant panda dancing to the third subject on the street.

No, it's even stranger than that.

This Brother Ye is really just like the legend, wandering around with the name of a death row prisoner.

Zhao Yatang was even more surprised. He didn't expect this guy to be his niece's boyfriend.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw another person walking into the store.

A few fashionably dressed college students seemed to be strolling around casually.

"Xiaoye, let's go! Let's go inside and talk. This is not the place to talk."

Zhao Yatang had no choice but to invite Ye Cheng into the inner hall.

Ye Cheng naturally agreed. After all, in addition to recognizing each other, he also wanted to ask about the Apocalypse explosion.

But when he entered the back room, he saw that Zhao Yatang was indeed receiving guests.

On a huge tea table, a middle-aged man in his fifties was drinking tea with a pale face.

Seeing Lao Zhao attracting a strange young man, his expression suddenly tightened.

"Old Zhao..."

"Haha, the people in my sister's family are their own people. They don't get in the way! They don't get in the way!"

Zhao Yatang asked Ye Cheng to sit down and poured him tea.

"Xiaoye, please wait for me a moment. This is Director Tan from the Ming Tombs Management Office. He wants to talk to me about something. Let's chat after we finish talking."

Ye Cheng nodded and took a drink from his teacup.

He just raised his eyebrows.

Director of the Ming Tombs Management Office?

Hey!

Just as he was saying that he would take Qinghe to visit the Ming Tombs tomorrow, he met a leader here.

What a coincidence.

and many more!

Ming Tombs?

Ye Cheng looked at the other person's anxious expression and seemed to be thinking of something in his head, but his thoughts flew away without a trace.

He has been really tired lately.

I went shopping with Qinghe during the day, and spent the whole night outputting drawings.

He didn't think much more and slowly tasted the tea in his hand.

"call……"

Tan Xuebing was relieved to see that it was Lao Zhao's child.

After the other party sat down, he continued the topic and grabbed Zhao Yatang's hand.

"Brother, you have to help me, otherwise I won't be able to get through this difficulty."

Zhao Yatang chuckled and looked at Tan Xuebing in front of him.

The relationship between the two is average, they have had dinner a few times at most, and they are both considered to be members of the cultural circle.

However, he was in the antique auction business, and the other party was the director of the Ming Tombs Management Office.

We are quite sensitive when it comes to contact with each other, and we are afraid that others will think too much, so we arranged to have tea and chat in Rongshengzhai.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly found myself in a hurry.

Zhao Yatang was silent for a moment and then slowly said: "Tan Chu, if you have anything to say, you have done me a favor a few years ago. I, Zhao Yatang, have always been thinking of your kindness."

"What happened? Why are you so anxious?"

Unexpectedly, Tan Xuebing's next words were shocking.

"Hey……"

"Brother, do you know that the Ming Tombs are closed!"

"what?"

Zhao Yatang was stunned, and Ye Cheng beside him also narrowed his eyes.

Is the Ming Tombs closed?

How can this be?

You know, the Ming Tombs are a well-known tourist attraction in the country and one of the most popular tourist attractions in Kyoto.

Just turn it off?

Ye Cheng felt that things were getting more and more interesting.

He said nothing and listened quietly.

"Old Zhao, I'll tell you the truth! Liu Bu, who had retired a long time ago, actually took his family to visit the Ming Tombs without saying hello in advance or letting him accompany him. He just ran into him without any luck. …”

Tan Xuebing briefly talked about what happened yesterday and today.

Especially when he talked about the fact that his deputy Miao Zhijun took his place and kicked him to a hotel in the city, he gritted his teeth.

"Hey...is there such a thing? Why didn't I hear about it?"

Zhao Yatang blinked.

The Liu Bu that Tan Xuebing refers to is a big shot in the field of cultural and publicity who has retired for several years.

It can be said that he is in charge of the Ming Tombs, and even cultural relics and tourist attractions across the country.

Such a former boss got into a fight with the conductor at the Ming Tombs and got his head smashed.

The whole thing sounded bizarre and puzzling.

"Oh, don't worry about it! Brother."

Tan Xuebing was really panicked: "I've heard a long time ago that you and Bu Liu are acquainted and have a good personal relationship. I'll come to you and ask for help. You must help me this time."

Zhao Yatang smiled modestly and said: "Oh, we just often drink tea, catch fish, and listen to a show together. There is no close relationship. Tell me what it is."

Tan Xuebing looked ecstatic when he saw that the other party was willing to meddle in this matter.

Just when he was about to say it, he glanced at Ye Cheng again.

He didn't recognize the other person, but the meaning was obvious.

Do you want to avoid this kid?

Zhao Yatang waved his hand and said, "Just tell me, Lao Tan."

When someone asks for help, the name of the person changes unconsciously.

One became an old man, and the other became an old man.

Ye Cheng couldn't help but feel happy.

Uncle Qinghe seems to have a lot of energy in Kyoto.

Tan Xuebing had no choice but to lower his voice and speak in front of Ye Cheng.

"I heard that Bu Liu was seriously injured this time. I have to go and have a look. I can't go empty-handed, right?"

"I'm going to buy a gadget from you. You can see how much it costs. I'll give it to you as a token of my appreciation."

"Otherwise, I'll be really afraid when the training is over..."

Tan Xuebing was really afraid of being taken away to drink tea by the guys from the Procuratorate and the Discipline Inspection Commission.

"Oh... such a thing!"

Zhao Yatang laughed and glanced at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng also immediately understood what was going on.

Niang Xipi, that’s nonsense. Even if you visit a relative, you’ll get bribed by Ya.

Why don't you go empty-handed, just buy some gadgets and go see other people.

To put it bluntly, it is a disguised form of spending money to avoid disasters.

Seeing that his niece's boyfriend seemed to understand everything, Zhao Yatang secretly nodded approvingly.

If he really wanted to meet a stupid young man, he really had to send Ye Cheng away first.

But how could the legendary Mr. Ye be a fool?

"Old Tan, just wait, I'll make a call and see what they like."

After saying that, Zhao Yatang picked up the phone and went straight outside.

Tan Xuebing breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water.

I don't know if it's because it's hot in the room or because I'm nervous, but my forehead is covered with sweat.

Ye Cheng smiled lightly and suddenly said: "Tan Chu, how many days will the Ming Tombs be closed? I plan to go there with my girlfriend tomorrow to play."

Tan Xuebing was stunned: "About a week. Don't go there lately. No one is allowed in where people are surrounding you, not even the nearby villagers. Damn it!"

He couldn't help but swore a curse word, and his teeth itched with hatred whenever he mentioned the deputy.

If this incident can go through safely, Miao Xuejun will have to be tortured to death.

Ye Cheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He just placed his hand on the tea table and nodded gently.

The sound of "dong dong dong" made Tan Xuebing feel more and more depressed.

Fortunately, Zhao Yatang came back every two minutes and laughed.

"Lao Tan, hello!"

As he spoke, he casually picked up a vase on the shelf behind him.

"The five sons of Xuantong of the Qing Dynasty won the first place in the jade pot and spring bottle!"

Zhao Yatang put the bottle on the table casually.

"I'm told that the house is short of a vase for arranging flowers. Just take this and you'll be able to get it done!"

Tan Xuebing glanced at the vase in front of him, but his breathing became rapid.

"Brother! How much...how much?"

Zhao Yatang stretched out three fingers and shook them.

"three hundred!"

call!

When Tan Xuebing heard this, his heart dropped into his stomach.

Three hundred is good, three hundred is enough on hand.

If the lion opens his mouth, he will have to sell his house and land.

But Ye Cheng saw that things were getting more interesting, and there was a smile in his eyes.

If someone who really knows nothing is present, I'm afraid I have to ask what kind of bottle costs 300 yuan.

After all, it is a gadget from the Xuantong period of the Qing Dynasty. It seems to be in good condition, so it must be worth 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, right?

But the three hundred they mentioned was not three hundred yuan at all, but three million.

A broken vase was sold for three million.

Tan Xuebing didn't even bother to look at the vase.

As the person in charge of the Ming Tombs, he has never seen anything interesting.

A gadget that only dates back more than a hundred years cannot really catch his eye.

Seeing Zhao Yatang quote the price, he stood up, picked up the vase, turned around and left.

Said at the same time.

"Brother, thank you! I'll transfer the money to you in a minute. I understand the rules. It's okay. I'd better trouble you to help me put in a nice word in front of others..."

Zhao Yatang stood up with a smile to see off the guests.

"Okay, okay, okay! Don't worry, since I'm in charge of this matter, I will definitely figure it out for you!"

"Haha, then I owe you a huge favor."

The two smiled and shook hands, and Tan Xuebing was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, just before leaving.

Ye Cheng, who had been sitting and drinking tea, suddenly spoke again.

"and many more!"

Ok?

The two turned around and looked over.

Ye Cheng grinned and pointed at the vase in Tan Xuebing's hand.

"Tan Chu, the meaning of this bottle is not very good."

"The five sons of Xuantong in the Qing Dynasty won the championship. The jade pot spring vase is painted with the five sons winning the championship, which means that the five sons compete for the helmet. I don't know how many children the boss has, but..."

Ye Cheng didn't say any more, and Tan Xuebing suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

He glanced again at the bottle in his hand.

I rub it, yes!

Although this bottle isn't worth much, it might be better not to give it away if it is given away.

It seems that the retired boss really has five children, each developing in different fields.

The ancient meaning of "five sons winning the first prize" is that each of the five children has passed the exam and won the first prize.

Can be put into modern times...

Do you want to curse my house to be restless?

Tan Xuebing looked at Zhao Yatang, who was also dumbfounded.

This is really the case!

In fact, it doesn’t matter what you give, this bottle is just a formality.

But if I really sent the vase that the five sons won the championship to, it might really arouse bad associations.

Zhao Yatang couldn't help but glance at Ye Cheng, secretly thinking that this kid was a bit interesting.

Haven't you heard that he is engaged in scientific research? How come he also knows about literature and entertainment?

Zhao Yatang took the vase from Tan Xuebing's hand, put it on the tea table, and picked up a bottle with other patterns.

His shop is just for talking about business, and he doesn't put any expensive things at all.

But it is an antique restaurant after all, and it is impossible to store a bunch of modern handicrafts.

Therefore, the inner hall is mostly filled with porcelain ornaments from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It doesn't feel bad if friends like to give them away.

Zhao Yatang smiled and said, "The blue and white bamboo and stone banana pattern jade pot and spring vase made by Tongzhi in the Qing Dynasty!"

"There's nothing wrong with this, right?"

Tan Xuebing glanced at it and took it with a smile, and even nodded politely to Ye Cheng to express his gratitude.

"No problem, no problem! Haha, Brother Zhao, you, a member of your own family, have something."

After saying that, he strode away.

Only Zhao Yatang and Ye Cheng were left in the room.

Seeing that the guests were sent away, Zhao Yatang turned around impatiently and asked Ye Cheng about the situation of his sister and niece.

Unexpectedly, Ye Cheng laughed, and the smile in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

Big leak!

Found a big leak.

I really didn’t expect that he would lead Qinghe to the ghost market to pick up leaks.

Before even shopping, I got a big deal.

Ye Cheng pointed at the five-child winning spring vase on the table and said with a smile.

"Uncle Zhao, how much is this bottle? I bought it!"