Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

at dusk.

From outside, the old man who came back saw his grandson.

Sitting at the desk, reading a book with full concentration.

Slowing down her pace, she walked gently to his side, looking down at the book in Li Zihang's hand.

A cough drew his attention back.

Looking up at the person coming, Li Zihang quickly stood up and gave up his seat.

Then he held the book and said.

"Grandpa, was this book written by our ancestor?"

The old man sat on the armchair, turned his head and glanced at the title of the book and said.

"Hmm~"

Then continue asking him.

"You came to my study today to read this book. What's the reason?"

Before Li Zihang could answer, the old man saw the piece of paper with half a bloody handprint on it on the table.

After the old man saw the contents on the rubbing.

His expression became very serious.

Li Zihang wanted to see how profound the old man's knowledge of history and culture was.

I just held back what I wanted to say.

Let the old man guess first.

Unexpectedly, the old man saw the eight insect and bird seals.

Suddenly, his brain was deprived of oxygen, his eyes turned white and he passed out.

This really scared Li Zihang.

Li Zihang rushed forward to support the old man, who was sitting on the armchair and sliding down.

While supporting, he shouted.

"Someone come quickly, something happened."

"Grandma~Grandma~"

"Someone come quickly~"

Before anyone arrived, the old man suddenly took a deep breath and woke up.

Seeing his grandfather regain consciousness, Li Zihang's panicked expression improved a little.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

As he said this, he quickly pulled the old man up from his seat.

And said.

"Let's go to the hospital for a checkup. You almost scared me, your grandson, by doing this all of a sudden."

The old man, with a look of surprise on his face, looked at him with a hint of disdain.

He slapped away Li Zihang's hand that was pulling him forcefully.

Sit back in the armchair.

Then he spoke slowly.

"I'm old now, and I was so overwhelmed with joy and sorrow all of a sudden. My brain was deprived of oxygen, and I couldn't breathe smoothly. It's okay, don't worry."

Before he could finish his words, everyone outside who heard the noise rushed in.

Grandma hurried into the study, looking panicked and said,

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened?"

It was not until I saw the grandfather and grandson in the study, safe and sound, that I felt relieved.

After a while, Aunt Qian, Grandma Jiu, and Uncle Ju all came in.

After hearing the old man's explanation, Ju Ye sat aside and started to feel his brother's pulse.

Two minutes later, Ju Ye told him the results of the pulse diagnosis.

"It's okay. Fainting is caused by being too emotional, which leads to a lack of blood supply."

Everyone felt relieved when they heard Ju Ye say that everything was fine.

After the rest of the people were called out, the old man asked about the origin of the rubbing and learned that it was sent by Master Gou Wu.

He leaned back in the armchair, took out a pack of white-shell, unbranded cigarettes from his pocket, lit one and started smoking.

At this time, Ju Ye was sitting aside, also frowning, looking at the rubbings.

To be honest, it’s no wonder that the old man was so excited that he fainted briefly when he saw the rubbings.

Who among those who have been collecting antiques for a lifetime has not dreamed of holding the imperial seal?

This thing has been around since Chinese records began.

It has never appeared since the fall of the Tang Dynasty.

Even the imperial edicts with seals on brocade, silk, or stone carvings have never been passed down.

According to the inference of many professionals in the industry, the jade seal should have been lost before the Sui and Tang dynasties. The emperors at that time used it to show that their throne was legitimate and was appointed by heaven.

Then, based on the various descriptions of the imperial seal, someone would be found to carve a new one.

The old man is no exception and has been collecting antiques all his life.

You have seen all kinds of rare and precious treasures. After seeing a lot of good things, you will naturally want better ones.

So I spent most of my life researching the whereabouts of the imperial seal.

Ordinary antique collectors don't have that ability, so naturally they will extinguish the fantasy in their hearts.

But the old man has connections, money, power, and background. He still has some hope of finding the imperial seal.

I was so excited when I saw the insect and bird seal characters on the rubbings today.

Another point is that the content of this rubbing involves the Li family's secret about the white tiger bloodline.

There is also a secret text hidden in it about the disappearance of three generations of the Li family's ancestors.

The fact that this rubbing appeared in front of him was purely accidental.

In the past, there were very few people who could have the imperial seal engraved on their tombstones.

Those people were all extremely powerful when they were alive. After their death, their mausoleums were built in such a way that no one could find their traces, which was extremely dangerous.

Those underground workers went to the graveyard to study the cemetery. They all went for gold, silver and jewelry.

Who would risk their life to make rubbings of stone tablets and murals?

Even if they were allowed to see the stone tablets, seals and stone carvings engraved with the imperial seal, they would not be able to recognize them.

It is possible that the tombstone inscription may be damaged for various reasons.

In the past, those who could go tomb robbing did so because they could not survive and had no proper way to make a living.

Therefore, in ancient times, including before the founding of the People's Republic of China, half of ten tomb robbers were illiterate.

This also led to the fact that there has never been any news about the imperial seal circulating in the world.

Inside the house, the old man put out his cigarette.

He took off the jade ring on his thumb.

Let Li Zihang take it and deliver it to the leader of the secret guard compound across the alley.

Old man: "Tell them to tell me everything that Gou Wuba knows."

"Don't get involved in the rest, grandson. And don't be so curious. I'll let you know if there's any news."

Li Zihang was holding the jade ring, thinking about something that was on his mind as he walked.

Because of his impulsive decision, more than ten people have lost their lives, and now he doesn’t know how many more people will die.

After finishing what the old man asked me to do.

Li Zihang went back with a sigh.

On the way back, I saw a man in tattered clothes, wearing a torn straw hat and holding a sack, squatting in a corner and eating a burrito.

This sight made him stunned again.

Li Zihang ran up to him and said.

"Uncle, what are you wearing today? You are pretending to be a beggar."

Before the other party can speak, OK~

He took a closer look and saw that the man was a few years younger than the third uncle. He knew he had recognized the wrong person again.

The other person swallowed the scallion roll in his mouth before looking at Li Zihang and speaking.

"Kid, you got the wrong person~"

"I'm not your uncle."

Li Zihang asked tentatively.

"Then, do you know Yan Fugui?"

The man looked Li Zihang up and down and spoke.

"Yes, I do. When I come to this area, people often mistake me for him. But we are not related. We just look alike."

Li Zihang thought to himself, including the third uncle, the tavern's Mr. Pian, and this guy, they are almost like triplets.

There are also He Daqing, Cai Quanwu from the tavern, the Nine Gates Admiral, and Uncle Guan.

These people look almost the same except for their age differences.

Little did he know that there were people who looked like him, he just didn't know it.

Li Zihang just wanted to laugh it off and go back.

He was stopped by this person.

"Hey kid, do you want to sell that copper bracelet you're wearing? I'll give you 5 cents."

After saying that, he stretched out five fingers with an expression that said "you made a profit" on his face.

Li Zihang thought that he had met another person who had good eyesight but was shameless.

"Sir, what's your name?"

Then he stretched out his arms and said happily.

"If you want to find a bargain here, you should go somewhere else."

This person finished the rest of the burrito in no time.

Stand up, pat your butt,

Said happily.

"Got to meet the real person."

After saying this, he threw the sack over his shoulder and continued walking while talking.

"My name is Pauper Hou~"

This man, Marquis Paolan, is a descendant of a prince.

It is an unrecognized illegitimate child.

Or the illegitimate child of the grandson.

After the Republic of China was founded, he got some family property, but because he had no proper business, he collected scraps from everywhere.

By the way, under the guise of collecting junk, I also pick up various cultural relics and antiques.

In the past, people like him were called sidekicks.

Going from street to street collecting junk.

A person who has good vision and can see the supporting role.

He made a fortune quietly by buying antiques at low prices and selling them at high prices.

People with poor eyesight rely on blind cats to catch dead mice. They buy cultural relics by collecting junk.

Then I looked for the owner of an antique shop in Liulichang to judge the quality of the antiques.

It's a good thing, so I sold it directly to an antique shop owner who knows the finer points.

It's such worthless junk, I just consider myself unlucky.

Anyway, I bought it at a junky price, so I don't feel bad about it.

In the past, there were many people who played supporting roles in Liulichang, but they didn't bring in anything good in a year.

But if you collect a valuable antique, you will make a fortune.

Don't spend money, don't put on airs, and don't open a shop.

You can live a comfortable life.

As the saying goes, if you don't open for three years, you will eat for three years if you open.

This sentence is a bit inappropriate to describe them.

If they keep this business going, they might be able to make enough money to last for half their lives.

Tong Fengquan made his fortune by playing supporting roles.

The items he bought for more than ten dollars were sold for tens of thousands of dollars.

It's almost the same when it's broken.

The only difference between him is that he sells the bad and keeps the good.

I don’t sell any of the good stuff.

I was thinking about the matter of the Broken Marquis.

Li Zihang watched him leave and ignored him. Then he did what he had to do.

Yucheng.

Former skinhead gang, temporary national capital.

In a dilapidated little courtyard, there is a child who looks 7% like Li Zihang.

She ran home crying and questioned her mother loudly.

"Am I a bastard? Is my father a skinhead?"

The child was dirty, with wounds on his face and bruises on his arms.

With tears in her eyes, she loudly questioned her mother.

Looking at his son who was covered in wounds and crying bitterly.

Suddenly I couldn't help but shed tears.

He squatted in front of his son and held him in his arms.

She comforted her son while crying.

"You are not a bastard, you have a father~ You have a father~"

"Mom, I'll take you to find your grandpa right away. We'll leave right away."

After saying that, he took his son back to the house to pack up.

Because of the hardship of life, the woman's originally beautiful face had wrinkles that did not match the years. Her hair was also gray, and her clothes were full of patches.

His thin and tall figure also showed his vicissitudes of life.

The fate of some people, at this moment, is forever intertwined with each other.