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Yue and Qi told Song Haichuan to go see someone. It was very simple on the phone.

1 PM, Xidan!

Song Haichuan had heard of this place before. People who mentioned this place were all shocked, but he didn't know what exactly was inside because very few people had ever been inside.

When they were standing at the entrance of the Xicheng, Song Haichuan finally understood why people who came here would be so envious of this place. When they were standing at the gate of the Xiduan Garden, Song Haichuan finally understood why people who came here would be so envious of this place.

He had seen many imitation buildings like the Tang Dynasty's Song Haichuan, even the well-preserved ancient residence Song Haichuan had seen them before, after all, they were real estate workers. Song Haichuan had an instinctive sensitivity to buildings and the layout of houses, however, most of the buildings he had copied were similar in shape and look like gods, and there was always a tinge of regret, but the Xi Garden in front of him did not give him that feeling at all. Standing at the entrance of the Xi Garden, if he abandoned the surrounding bustle and the modern urban atmosphere, he would have a dream of returning to Tang Dynasty.

Song Haichuan took a step forward. He raised his head and admired the masterpiece. He could still make out the old lintel and the two stone lions with their necks raised.

He touched a seemingly unremarkable boulder placed right in front of the entrance, and his professional eyes quickly identified that this park was not a replica, but was indeed an ancient residence. It seemed that it had been built here for a long time, and after going through many vicissitudes of life, judging from the smoothness of the boulder, it must have been here for at least three hundred years.

This was reality! Song Haichuan reminded himself once again in his heart. He didn't want to sink deeper and deeper into the illusion of space. He lightly touched the stone with his foot and suddenly understood why he had this illusion. Every brick and tile was an ancient relic, and every single one of them was hundreds of years old. That was why they were able to preserve the original flavor of the building so well. The entire Ximen Garden emitted the heaviness and vicissitudes of history.

There was actually someone who could restore an ancient manor that had a long history … However, Song Haichuan was curious. Now, it was not just about how the project was completed, but who was the owner of the garden. Song Haichuan believed that whoever that person was, the person who could do all these would not be a simple person.

"The person in front of Mr. Song is the 'Overlapping Rock' as I once mentioned!" "…" "The person in front of Mr. Song is indeed the 'Overlander Stone'!" "… …" "The person in front of Mr. Song … is the 'Overlander' … the 'Overlapping Rock' that I mentioned in the past." … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

The voice came from behind Song Haichuan, it was simple and refined, like a speaker. When Song Haichuan turned around, he found that the gate of the Ximen Garden had been opened, and the person standing behind him was a man in a silver-grey suit. He was not very tall, but his build was fat, and his eyes were drooping slightly, looking listless.

Song Haichuan suddenly thought of Qi Yuan. He was as happy as Qi Yuan, as if people like them had something in common, that was, affinity. Anyone who saw the smile on their face would let their guard down, even someone as cautious as Song Haichuan would not reject him.

"This Ximen Garden is rather unique. All of the materials are meticulously selected, and the owner of this Ximen Garden has put in great effort to obtain them … "But!"

Song Haichuan smiled meaningfully again as he tapped the stone in front of him with the tip of his foot. It's just that this piece of stone here would be rather unsightly. "

"Oh …" Mr. Song is an expert in architecture, why would he say that? "

The man in the silver grey suit at the door was very interested in Song Haichuan's disdain.

Song Haichuan walked around the rock and answered with a smile.

"Although I have never been to many of these ancient residences, I have heard of some buildings that had a style similar to that of the Tang Dynasty …" However, the consumption at that time seemed to be much higher than the current one. I heard that this was a place where you called a gold mine when you were holding a weighing rod, but the guests who came to this kind of place were basically prepared to spend ten thousand gold a day. If you used this kind of place, wouldn't it be a joke if you used this cold stone? At that time, this place should have been made out of living people, but the feet of nobles should not be stained with dirt or stars. "

The man in the silver grey suit was surprised for a moment, but he quickly nodded his head and laughed.

"Mr Song is indeed very observant. Not only is his eye of discernment unique, he is also very experienced. I am truly impressed!"

Song Haichuan smiled calmly. He acted like he was proud. Suddenly, he turned his head and asked seriously.

"You know me?"

"Of course I do …" "Who doesn't know Mr. Song in the real estate world? With a casual action, he forced Nine Heavens to his death. Now, his reputation in the business world is widespread, who wouldn't know him?"

The silver-grey suit smiled respectfully and answered cleanly.

Song Haichuan stared at him in surprise. Song Haichuan already knew that he was the real deal, yet he didn't even know his name.

"May I know your surname?"

"My surname is Feng, Feng Wuyong!" "Feng, the rich harvest is useless, useless, useless, useless. Mr. Song can call me useless!"

This name was really interesting, if it was from anyone's mouth, Song Haichuan would suspect it, but he did not see any falsity in Feng Wuyong's expression, and actually did not question Feng Wuyong's answer at all.

"Could it be that the person who wants to see me today is Mr. Feng?"

"No!" The person who wants to see Mr. Song is waiting for you inside, I'll bring you in! "

Feng Wuyong smiled calmly at Song Haichuan, and calmly replied.

After entering, Song Haichuan was shocked by the splendor of this place. He did not see any splendor, but it was majestic and grand. To a certain extent, there was no need to decorate or emphasize anything other than the extravagance and frugality of this place. It was enough to show the grandeur and grandeur of this place.

Feng Wuyong said with a smile on his face as he looked at Song Haichuan's surprised expression.

There are not many things carved from gold and jade here, but they are all crafted by the country's best craftsmen, most of them are materials from 300 years ago, not a single piece of gold nor a single piece of iron, they are made of complete wood, yet they still stand tall, but no matter how you look at them, they always lose a bit of their grandeur, which is incomparable to the past.

Song Haichuan looked at Feng Wuyong in shock once again, and asked.

"Has Mr. Feng seen Ximen Garden's original appearance before?"

Feng Wuyong nodded his head, and said to Song Haichuan calmly.

"I have, of course I have. I was in charge of rebuilding the Ximen Garden, so I stayed at the original location for a long time. To be honest, the original location was a bit larger than the current territory, and there are even stage plays! Now that no one is listening to the show, mainly because the management direction has changed, and those smiling faces that don't open the door anymore to welcome customers, naturally, they won't need those singing talents anymore. "

Along the way, they passed by a patio and Feng Wuyong brought Song Haichuan to a large hall.

There were ten young girls standing in two rows, although they were called little girls, they looked cute and petite. Song Haichuan guessed that they were all in their early twenties, all about 1.68 meters tall, almost the same size, but each had their own good looks.

He had seen a lot of women over the years, and there were all kinds of them. When he thought about the places he had visited, the charming and beautiful women in there, any of them would have been enough to make any man unable to leave his place. However, compared to these beautiful and pure girls, they were nothing.

His gaze swept across their faces. After all, men of eighteen years old and men of eighty years old all had the same eyes when choosing women, and he knew how much effort it would take to choose ten girls like this. Not to mention the fact that they were almost exactly the same height, as well as their body that was almost the same size and their age that was definitely controlled from eighteen to twenty, it was definitely not a small project.

Feng Wuyong opened a door that had a goose yellow curtain hanging down, and stood quietly at the entrance. He did not have any intention of urging Song Haichuan, he withdrew his gaze and quickly followed Feng Wuyong in.

In the back, there was a completely different scene. It was completely different from the majesty and atmosphere outside, as it seemed to be overflowing with life, as if it could not be controlled by the season. The flowers and plants of the four seasons were all in the same garden, and one could tell that they basically belonged to the type of greenhouse they were raised in, and then brought here for a few days. Otherwise, it wouldn't even take three to five days for the flowers and trees to wither like a ruined garden.

After passing through a corridor, they entered a room that was four to five meters tall with a mahogany door. The interior was simple, but there were two guest chairs beside it, which were obviously for decoration. There was a large round table in the middle, and several yellow sashes in the surroundings.

There were green bricks on the ground, which surprised Song Haichuan a little. He thought that the ground here was made of solid wood as well.

However, if one looked carefully, these big green bricks were exactly the same as the outside, they were all moved over from the original site in a complete set.

If one looked carefully, one would realize that all the wood in the room was made of rosewood. The quality of this kind of wood was much worse than that of the old wood, and to be able to use this kind of wood to make furniture, the price of the wood alone was over one hundred thousand. This was not even the price of the old rosewood.

"The rooms outside are simpler. If we go further in, they'll be all real yellow rosewood furnishings. There's even a Rohan bed …"

Feng Wuyong's introduction was very casual, but to Song Haichuan's ears, it seemed to be showing off. The room was full of yellow rosewood …

Song Haichuan laughed bitterly in his heart, it was no wonder that Feng Wuyong was so pleased. The current Yellow-floral pear wood was equivalent to gold in wood, ten thousand yuan per catty, and this was not even considered the price of furniture. A room of Yellow-floral pear wood furniture that was placed directly under water, and an additional swarthy bed, was probably worth no more than ten million …

Song Haichuan believed that he was about to reach his destination, but he was more concerned about the house full of yellow flowers and pear trees that Feng Wuyong mentioned … Song Haichuan had seen a lot of luxury people. What kind of person could have such amazing things?