The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

"When your great uncle was going around digging up land, I, your fourth uncle, also saw the world."

After Director Liu and the forest patrol team left, the fourth uncle drove over to look for his grandson. Yu Jiao asked him to stay for lunch. He was drinking sparkling water at the moment. Yu Nian didn't allow him to drink. He winked at the younger sister and said, "A set of four-piece red sandalwood high relief box cabinets handled by your great uncle was auctioned a few years ago. Guess how much it was sold for?"

Yu Jiao also blinked and said, "How much?"

The fourth uncle gestured, "More than ninety-three million."

Yu Jiao: “Wow!”

Yu Nianye: "Wow, Grandpa, you are here?"

Fourth Master: “…”

The fourth uncle placed the empty bowl in front of his eldest grandson, puffed his beard and glared, "Go get more rice."

Yu Nian: “…”

Yu Nian muttered that the old man ate too much and couldn't digest it, so he got up and went to serve soup to the fourth uncle.

The fourth uncle snorted and laughed, pointing at Yu Nian's back and saying, "You little bastard, even though I wasn't there, I personally touched the cabinet that held over 90 million yuan."

Recalling the memory of the treasure appraisal that Dabogong gave her, the exquisitely carved high relief and the magnificent appearance of the pair of four-piece cabinets, Yu Jiao rested her chin on her hand and thought it was great, "That's almost 100 million."

"That's not."

After seeing off the Fourth Master and Second Brother Yu, Yu Jiao pondered: "Although the cabinet is made of small-leaf red sandalwood, it is also an antique. It is only because it is a piece of furniture from the imperial palace that it is sold at such a high price."

Director Liu did not give Yu Jiao a definite answer before he left, only saying that after the case was closed, the Ghost Car tree might indeed be confiscated and auctioned, but it might also be handled in other ways. Yu Jiao brought this up at the dinner table, and the fourth uncle talked about the precious wood he had seen before.

But, she just wanted to buy a tree that had been attempted to be stolen, so it shouldn't cost much, right?

Yu Jiao checked and found that the price of imperial fir is 88,000 yuan per cubic meter, and ebony has been sold for 71,000 yuan per cubic meter... Well, for golden nanmu, it doesn't matter whether it is calculated by cubic meter, but also depends on the quality and age. Let's make the worst plan first and refer to 88,000 yuan per cubic meter.

The Ghost Car Ancient Tree is over four meters in diameter and over ten meters in height...

Yu Jiao: Tried to do mental arithmetic, failed, felt dizzy.jpg

[Based on four meters and ten meters, 125.6 cubic meters, that's 1105 yuan...]

778 steals a break from his busy schedule: [But host, we still don’t know what kind of tree that is. If the experts don’t come to a conclusion and confirm that it is a new species, then maybe it won’t be a matter of money.]

Yu Jiao: “…I haven’t heard of the tree’s name.”

In fact, she wanted to say that even if it was just a matter of money, she couldn't seem to afford it.

Cash flow is tight!

But maybe this tree was a common variety? She looked eagerly at the person who would most likely know what kind of tree it was... Oh, God.

Feng Lan was lying on Xiao Qiong's body basking in the sun. It was already a little cold in Shoushan Village in October, but the temperature was just right when he lay on the warm and clean big tiger. The tiger, who was still undergoing labor reform, would never resist. It was perfect.

Feeling the gaze, Feng Lan thought for a moment and replied lazily, "It looks like a weed... What's it called duckweed?"

Yu Jiao:?

778: ?

What kind of grass is duckweed... No! It's such a big tree, and you tell me it's a weed?!

The same shock occurred in the Forestry Bureau.

"The Herbaceous Family and the Woody Family are two completely different things! How can such a large tree, with its cell walls all lignified, be a grass?"

"Hey, be civilized!"

"How civilized is that? Do you want me to say grass (a kind of plant)?? It's just grass!"

"..."

A group of people looked at each other, then suddenly grabbed the test report and read it, confirming again and again that this tall, thousand-year-old tree, which was brought out from the mountains by a poaching gang that had been on the run for ten years, a helicopter that came from nowhere, and finally a helicopter from the Forestry Bureau, was really grass!

Someone said quietly, "The employer took this thousand-year-old tree away quietly. When he was about to build that tree house, he cut it open and saw, wow."

"Be civilized! Be civilized!"

Someone refuted him, "And it should be called a thousand-year-old grass..."

Everyone: "..."

There is no need to worry about it.

They all looked at Expert Liu - yes, it was Director Liu. As an old employee of the Forestry Bureau who often came into contact with Yu Jiao, Director Liu had professional knowledge and was asked by the young friend, so he naturally appeared at the front line of dealing with the thousand-year-old tree.

Expert Liu touched his chin and said, "It's not impossible to have grass that's a thousand years old. Let's do some testing to see what kind of grass it is."

If it wasn't something precious, he would think about whether he could help the young friend... ahem.

So when Yu Jiao was still counting the collection in stock and preparing to collect money to buy this ancient tree, she couldn't tell whether it was a bond from thousands of years ago or she was reluctant to let the mountain god's Abebe fall into the hands of others, at this time she received a letter from Director Liu that the thousand-year-old... grass auction was turned over to in-app purchase!

"Because it's just a Commelina that has lived a little longer."

Director Liu was a little emotional and a little depressed. "We used all the equipment in the laboratory, and found that it was just an ordinary Commelina that had become woody. How could it survive so long? Who knows? There are still so many unsolved mysteries about species in Shennongjia."

Yu Jiao looked wooden: "..."

She always felt that Director Liu's attitude was a bit strange. Even if it was just a blade of grass, it was a thousand-year-old grass! She handed over the watch that Director Liu had dropped, and whispered, "Isn't this more worthy of study?"

Director Liu seemed not to hear her. He glanced at his watch, said hello to her, and left in a hurry: "If you want to buy it, remember to come early. It's in the open space of our bureau."

Yu Jiao walked him out to the gate of the courtyard, her face serious, "Uncle Liu is not right."

778: [Host, maybe it's really worthless? ]

In the logic of the system, Director Liu's statement makes sense.

No matter how big or how long you live, you are just a weed. Can you expect to extract the secret of immortality from it? You might as well ask the mountain gods how to become immortals...

Yu Jiao refused to admit that she was looking at the grass with a filter. She felt that the ancient grass that had entered the official channel should not be so easily sold as something without research value, but she could not be completely sure: "Anyway, we have the money ready."

We can only fight back when the enemy comes and block when the water comes.

after all……

[If the buyer is really the man named Liang that I found...]

778 Statement of facts: [When rich people like this buy things, they don’t ask how much it costs, they only ask whether they want it or not. ]

Yu Jiao held a roll of tissue in her mouth and spit it out, pretending to be blowing smoke rings: "99% confirmed."

Nothing her best friend found out was false.

"Damn it! You only regret not having enough money when you need it!"

Yu Jiao stood up and went to take inventory of her own stock. It wouldn't take much to invest in variety shows, but after she went to Antarctica, some investors withdrew. The director happened to pat his chest and promised that he would make the money back for her. Yu Jiao was dizzy and became a film investor again.

But, investing in a movie costs a lot!

Yu Jiao hugged the Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain jar that she had dug out from the Xijing God's Tomb and kicked her feet: "Ahhh, I'm so poor!"

Feng Lan didn't understand.

The mountain god Feng Lan didn't understand again.

Even if you don't want to sell your collection, don't you still have a batch of medicinal herbs to sell to Tang Cai and are preparing to settle the payment?

Moreover, the handsome little dragon cub looked righteous: "...Why not go through the back door?"

……

At Shan City Airport, a private plane landed smoothly.

Liang Lingchuan got off the plane surrounded by several bodyguards in black sunglasses. He lowered half of his sunglasses with one finger and looked around with a look of disdain: "What a rural place."

The mountain city is surrounded by mountains and is not highly developed. The tourism industry is also dying because of the steep mountains and the lack of species diversity.

In the eyes of the playboys who live a life of luxury in first-tier cities at home and abroad, isn't it just a rural place?

The bodyguard behind him remained calm, and the person who came to pick him up at the airport also nodded and said, "Mr. Liang, it's a great honor for us to have you here, it's a great honor for us!"

What's wrong with just praising me?

This young master came with investment indicators, and he can boost the real estate in Shan City with just one sentence.

With the marketing of the Liang family, it is possible that the natural mountain scenery and wildness of Shan City can be exaggerated to the sky, and the tourism industry of the whole city can be revitalized directly~

It’s not shameful, it’s really not shameful.

The receptionist was full of enthusiasm after brainwashing herself: "Mr. Liang, we have prepared a welcoming banquet. How about moving over...?"

"no need."

Liang Lingchuan glanced at him, as if he saw through the receptionist's plan to discuss business over the wine table, and was not led astray at all. "I want to buy something first, and it won't be too late to talk after I buy it."

Receptionist: “…Yes, yes.”

Liang Lingchuan: "You don't ask me what I want to buy?"

The receptionist thought to herself, what are you buying? You are not buying a house for me, it is none of my business, but she still had to put on a smile and said, "Mr. Liang, is there anything you want to buy? If it is convenient, I will find someone to buy it for you. Why bother Mr. Liang?"

I still wanted to entertain this third-generation rich man and talk about business over the table.

Unfortunately, the third-generation rich man still didn't take the bait, "Oh, then you go buy it with me."

Receptionist:???

The receptionist responded sheepishly and reported the matter to his boss quietly. When he looked up, he realized that it was rush hour in Shan City and the reception car had not encountered a single red light. While he was distracted, it had already driven from the airport into the city center.

The receptionist took another quick look at Liang Lingchuan, who was typing on his phone in the boss seat in the back row, and took a breath. Is this the third-generation rich man with a Midas touch in real estate?

No way, can you be considered a lucky guy just by riding in a car?

Thinking of his miserable experience of arriving at the airport four hours early in order to avoid being delayed by the red light during rush hour, the receptionist burst into tears: Can this world that discriminates against non-Africans ever be better?

Maybe the only thing he and the third-generation rich have in common is that they are both extremely focused when playing with their phones...

After sending his greeting message, Liang Lingchuan, who was very focused, looked at the interface with no reply yet. He naturally felt distressed and loving. Yaoyao worked so hard for her dream that she didn't even have time to return his call. He must prepare a good gift for her...

"Drive faster."

The urging voice sounded, the driver and the receptionist in the passenger seat glanced at each other, then looked at the private car that naturally slowed down and squeezed into the next lane after a sentence, took a deep breath and stepped on the accelerator.

For someone like this kind of European emperor, anything he wants to do must be easy, right?

"Mr. Liang, we're here."

Liang Lingchuan nodded and got out of the car first. The bodyguard car following behind him also stopped, and sunglasses surrounded him again.

The receptionist laughed at himself while unbuckling his seat belt, and whispered to the driver: "Hey, do you think we should thank the young master for giving us face and letting us ride in our reception car that costs less than one million?"

The driver snickered: "Go and be a tour guide."

The destination of the car was naturally the Forestry Bureau, but for some reason, there were a few middle-aged men standing in front of the Forestry Bureau, muttering to each other.

It was strange that the receptionist didn't pay attention to the news from the Forestry Bureau.

It’s strange that this young master’s first stop when he came to investigate investment was to go to the Forestry Bureau to buy things.

The colleagues from the Forestry Bureau were also strange. They had walked all the way and it was already time to go to work. Why were they just chatting at the door instead of going to work? It would affect their image.

Although full of doubts, the receptionist still followed Liang Lingchuan.

As a result, before they got close, they saw the group of middle-aged men shaking their heads and walking towards them, looking like they were about to leave.

The receptionist took a look at the young master in sunglasses who was surrounding him, and went over to him. "What are you doing...?"

Several middle-aged men looked at him, a little depressed: "Are you here to bid for wood too? Do you have enough qualifications? Do you have enough funds? Is your family sure they want to buy it?"

Receptionist:???

The receptionist was confused, but Liang Lingchuan laughed in an ambiguous tone beside him.

The receptionist was confused, but still had to answer: "No, I'm not. I'm here to lead an inspection... Wait, you're not from the Forestry Bureau?"

Middle-aged man: “No.”

They denied it in unison and started complaining.

"I own a furniture factory. When I heard there was good wood, I came to bid for it. But someone from the factory suddenly came and said our qualifications had expired and we had to renew them. So I couldn't bid for it."

"Yes, I also bid on wood, but I'm a private custom high-end furniture factory. As a result, my bank card was suddenly frozen. I asked the bank and they said it was a risk investigation and it will not be unfrozen until tomorrow. If I do this, it will be too late tomorrow..."

Several people had their own reasons. They all arrived only to find out that they couldn't take pictures. They had been complaining to each other for more than half an hour.

After saying that, they looked at each other depressedly: "Hey, let's make friends and share what we have..."

They left arm in arm.

Receptionist:???

Liang Lingchuan put his hands in his pockets, looking very stylish in his high-end casual suit, and raised his eyebrows at the confused receptionist: "Take me in, it seems that only I can take pictures of this wood."

Receptionist:???

After walking into the gate of the Forestry Bureau and being recognized and warmly received by a young employee, the receptionist finally understood why Liang Lingchuan came to the Forestry Bureau in a high-profile manner even though he was clearly here to buy something, but he had to be received by himself.

While all the competitors were having minor problems, Liang Lingchuan came here as a receptionist with an official identity.

I increase and he decreases, but isn't Liang Lingchuan the only one who can take a picture of it?

The receptionist had a resentful look in his eyes, but Liang Lingchuan didn't pay any attention to him. The young master was used to having a smooth life, and his family was a real estate tycoon who had built up his fortune since the 1980s. He was used to seeing all his competitors surrender.

He sat down in the reception room, put one leg up on the table, and said without further ado: "I heard that a thousand-year-old tree is going to be auctioned today?"

The young employee was surprised: "That's true."

Liang Lingchuan knocked on the table and a black card flew out: "I want it."

"Uh……"

The young employee Xiao Lin scratched his head and said sincerely: "Sorry, it was sold half an hour ago."