Return to 2001 to pursue dreams

He Shengnan ran back to his room very discerningly, took out the volumes of calligraphy and painting, and put them on the coffee table: "Brother Fei, you must like things from cultural people! Just pick whatever you want!"

Han Fei said with a smile on his face: "My sister is more sensible! She knows that I like this interesting thing. I don't have to choose, I will just pick one based on fate!"

He Shengnan took a random copy like he was playing Doudou, and tore open the outer kraft paper packaging. As soon as the scroll was opened, Han Fei held his face in his hands and exclaimed: "Fuck! Zhu Da! Bada Shanren!"

Gao Hongda couldn't see the merits of this ink landscape painting, but Bada Shanren had seen it in history books. Han Fei, however, was so excited that he looked at the painting carefully and did not even bother to drink anymore.

Gao Hongda said to Zhang Fugui: "Boss, you can also choose one to give to the old man."

Zhang Fugui waved his hand and said: "I'll forget it. My old man only likes to dance with guns and sticks. If you give him a pistol, he will definitely be happy. Give him calligraphy and painting? Forget it!"

Han Fei was pulled back to the table to drink, but his eyes kept looking at the painting from time to time, almost drooling. This was the same behavior when he met Zhou Huilan.

Gao Hongda also showed everyone his harvest, an incense burner and a Buddha statue.

Han Fei recognized the incense burner at a glance as the famous Xuande burner, and the price could not be overstated. The Buddha statue seems to be from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It is made of gilt copper and inlaid with a Liaodong Xiu jade base. It is extremely rare.

After everyone tasted the treasures fished out of the basement, they began to wonder again: Why is Li Jianzhong so crazy that he wants to donate so many antique cultural relics? Their brothers are all obsessed with money, so this is obviously not something he can do.

Han Fei said: "From the perspective of the value of this batch of cultural relics, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as priceless. For Zhu Da's landscape painting alone, it is not a problem to sell it for seven figures on the market. Donate so many things. , no different from bloodletting. From my analysis, it is estimated that Li Jianzhong found his secretary dead in his warehouse and couldn't explain it, so he simply made Secretary Bai a thief. He was afraid that the cultural relics in the warehouse could not be explained clearly, so he simply donated the cultural relics and exchanged them. My own innocence.”

Yan Gaoliang shook his head in denial: "Don't underestimate Li Jianzhong. A person who can kill his own brother is absolutely terrifying. He can send killers twice to attack the palace garden at night, and he can destroy Secretary Bai's body and eliminate all traces. There is no reason to be afraid." The matter was exposed. So the result of my analysis is that this guy’s conscience has been discovered and he needs to change his ways!"

His words made everyone laugh, conscience discovered? How can it be? Everyone would rather believe in Xinwen Network than believe in this possibility.

He Shengnan said weakly: "Do you think he might be crazy?"

Gao Hongda's head shook like a rattle: "Impossible! During the past few days in the hospital, I asked Baozi's best friend to add tranquilizers to his medicine every day. How could he be crazy?"

"Tranquilizer? Then you really won't go crazy!" Yan Gaoliang said in shock, "The side effects of that thing are not small. If you use it too much, people will become stupid! In severe cases, it can kill people."

So everyone came to a generally accepted conclusion: Li Jianzhong is stupid! At least intermittently stupid.

Zhang Fugui gave advice: No matter whether he is really stupid or fake, this person must be supervised for a long time to prevent accidents.

It is a terrible thing to have such a crazy opponent. Fortunately, he has so many brothers supporting him. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Gao Hongda to protect himself.