I am doing well in the Siheyuan

"Don't worry, I will strictly control my subordinates. Go in and search!"

At Ye Ming's command, the people behind him quickly rushed into the yard.

The residents nearby also gathered around to watch.

"Commissioner Ye, look over there."

Wu Zhengtao pointed at the drunken and ragged Hou in the room.

This person left a deep impression on him. He didn't expect to meet him again here. It seems that there is a close connection between the two families.

The information is not groundless, and perhaps we can really gain something today.

"Oh, Mr. Hou, you seem to be in a good mood. You drank here at Mr. Guan's place without even greeting me."

"Director Ye is in a high position now. How can we, the common people, be qualified to drink at the same table with you?"

Marquis Paola made a veiled mocking remark, his words full of tit-for-tat.

Obviously, he was still upset about what happened before.

After all, they were two boxes full of collections. If he couldn't get them, he resorted to robbing them. How is this different from a bandit?

Not only did he suffer from the harm, but now he has turned his greedy eyes towards Uncle Guan.

What a greedy person!

Ye Ming smiled slightly and didn't care about this.

"Commissioner Ye, Team Leader Wu, everything is here."

In the courtyard, a Revolutionary Committee clerk pointed to a pile of antiques that was more than half a person tall and introduced them.

"So many!"

The number of collections in Uncle Guan's home obviously exceeded the total number found in the previous few households.

However, in Ye Ming's eyes, these are just the tip of the iceberg of huge wealth for that "jiumentidu".

And there are many hidden tricks.

As if he had caught some clue, Ye Ming leaned over and picked up the top fragment of "The Pillar of the State".

The preciousness of calligraphy and paintings of this scale is self-evident.

It is impossible that Uncle Guan knew nothing about this.

Now that this treasure was easily found, Ye Ming became more alert.

Seeing this scene, Hou Polan, who was standing nearby, felt his heartbeat quicken instantly.

This is Huang Tingjian's famous work. The paper is undoubtedly a relic from the Song Dynasty, but the ink color seems a bit strange.

Ye Ming examined it carefully and quickly saw through the clues.

Then, he glanced at Uncle Guan with a little surprise, who looked as usual.

The paper is correct, but the work is done with modern ink.

A fine modern counterfeit made using the double hook brush technique.

I never thought that there are craftsmen today who can use such advanced counterfeiting skills.

If it weren't for the treasure appraisal skills granted by the system, I'm afraid he would have been fooled.

Seeing Uncle Guan's calm face, Ye Ming couldn't help but smile calmly.

Then, he tore the precious painting into pieces in front of everyone.

"What the hell are you doing?"

When Hou Polan saw this, he was so angry that his eyes widened. Because he was far away and had drunk a few glasses of wine, he could not see the secret. He just thought that Ye Ming was wasting the treasure.

“If you can properly preserve the things left by our ancestors, it doesn’t matter if they are stolen.

But what you are doing now is pure robbery!"

Originally I thought Ye Ming was just a colleague who would do anything to achieve his goals, but now it seems that he is simply a complete robber!

"do you have any opinion?"

Wu Zhengtao glared at the rag collector coldly. This man had a problematic background, and if he dared to interfere with their special operation at this critical moment, he wouldn't mind letting this rag collector suffer a little.

"I don't feel bad at all, why are you making such a fuss?"

Uncle Guan blocked Hou Polan's doubts with one sentence and did not want him to get involved in the matter.

"But these are the treasures left by our ancestors!"

"What treasure? Didn't you hear what Commissioner Ye said just now? These are all the dregs left over from the old society. We must get rid of the old and establish the new. This is what it means to keep pace with the times!"

Hou Polan was stunned when he heard this, and thought he had misheard because he was drunk.

Knowing Uncle Guan's background well, he could not believe that he would say such a thing.

Ye Ming ignored the reactions of those around him and continued to identify the antiques one by one in the pile of antiques.

Then, he smashed a replica of Ming blue and white porcelain. Obviously, Uncle Guan had set up a lot of disguise techniques to prepare for this day.

However, Ye Ming's action was too sudden and many items had not been sorted out in time.

He picked up a flat gourd pot with ruyi ears and blue and white coiled flower patterns from the Yongzheng period, and Uncle Guan's face suddenly changed.

Ignoring the broken man, Uncle Guan stared at the flat pot, fearing that Ye Ming would accidentally break it.

Ye Ming saw what Uncle Guan was thinking, raised a smile on his face, and carefully put the flat pot aside.

Uncle Guan finally felt relieved.

Uncle Guan gradually understood the truth of the matter.

What Ye Ming destroyed were all imitations he had prepared in advance, and the real antiques were all preserved by him.

Regardless, it is rare to find someone with such vision and insight.

"Okay, Team Leader Wu, have someone load all of this into the truck."

Ye Ming stood up, clapped his hands, and directed the staff to load the antiques he had selected onto the truck.

"Hey, be careful, hold the bottom and handle it with care!"

Hou Paolan followed closely and kept chattering beside him, as if those antiques were his dearest ones.

Although he was unwilling in his heart, he did not dare to act rashly under the gaze of everyone.

Guan Xiaoguan was also standing aside, glaring at Ye Ming with hatred on his face.

However, like Hou Polan, he could only swallow his anger in the face of the powerful Ye Ming.

Ye Ming said with great interest: "Don't call me Little Lazy Cat anymore, call me Little Wild Cat instead."

"Uncle Guan, that's it for today. We'll come back to drink with you another day. We're leaving now."

Ye Ming laughed heartily. In the eyes of the little lazy cat, he displayed the characteristics of a bad guy to the fullest.

The residents around shook their heads and left the yard.

After the crowd dispersed, facing the messy scene, Guan Xiaoguan was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Grandpa, how could this man be like this!"

Marquis Paola also squatted on the ground with a red face. Although those antiques were not his, he still felt regretful in his heart.

"What a wonderful treasure! That damn guy is not afraid of being punished by God. Master Guan, are you just going to stand by and watch?"

Watching Ye Ming destroy these antiques, even though he was betrayed by his own daughter not long ago, it didn't feel as aggrieved and uncomfortable as it does now.

"Okay, stop making that depressed face in front of me."

Uncle Guan was obviously getting impatient.

"You are getting more confused as you get older. Even a junior can see things more clearly than you. Don't you think it's embarrassing enough?"

"What does it mean?"

Hou Paolan was stunned for a moment, the alcohol making his thinking a little slow.

Suddenly he seemed to understand something and hurriedly lowered his head to examine the porcelain fragments under his feet.

"Is this body a modern imitation?"

He quickly picked up a few fragments of the scroll that were torn by Ye Ming, which further confirmed his guess.

Finally realizing the deep meaning of Uncle Guan's words, Marquis Polan was dumbfounded.

"So these are all fakes you prepared in advance?"

Uncle Guan did not respond, but walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

Hou Palan hurried to follow.

"You are indeed an old hand. Today I am completely convinced. Did you expect this day to come?"

Uncle Guan pushed the wine glass over.

Hou Paolan hurriedly filled his glass with wine.