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As he drove through the bustling streets, the street lamps on both sides reflected Mo Rann's yearning eyes.

Only after getting off the carriage did Mo Rann's mood improve a little.

"I'll send you in." Yang Chen said as he looked at Mo Rann's somewhat exhausted figure.

Mo Rann didn't turn back as she lightly nodded her head and continued walking toward the Treasure Pavilion.

Yang Chen looked at Mo Rann's back and felt her heart ache. He quickly took two steps and followed.

Seeing that their boss was unhappy, the few employees from Treasure Pavilion did not want to get into trouble, so they went up and cautiously nodded their heads, and then retreated to the side.

Mo Rann also did not reply, but instead, it was Yang Chen who helped Mo Rann deal with it.

Quietly, Mo Rann carried the box into her ancient looking office and gently opened the box, then carefully laid the plow on the table and quietly stared at it.

Han Huan's work, as a communication link between father and daughter, had some literary skills, and some were like the snow in the spring, but it was actually Mo Rann's deepest memory of his father.

Today, Han Henghe's other work had already landed in her own hands, but in order to protect the family business and Treasure Pavilion that her father had left behind, Mo Rann had no choice but to give him to another person.

Right now, Mo Rann really hoped that time would stop so she could have a look at her memories.

Yang Chen looked at Mo Rann who was standing with her hands behind her back. Her heart ached, but she was also unable to do anything.

Mo Rann's pupils became unfocused. Even though her gaze was projected onto the painting, her mind had already drifted over to the scene where his father taught him how to draw with a single stroke. At that time, the painting that his father often made him copy was Han Huai's work.

Time quietly flowed by until Liu Deyong pushed open the door to the room, waking the two up.

"Niece Mo?" Looking at Mo Rann's figure, Liu Deyong could only sigh.

"Uncle Liu, you're back?" Mo Rann wiped the tears off her eyes and said with a forced smile.

"Don't force yourself, you're still young, only slightly over twenty years old. Logically speaking, a child your age should still be unrestrainedly enjoying your youth, but you have no choice but to guard your Treasure Pavilion and enter the society's great dyeing vat. You already have a lot of work to do, so there's no need to make yourself more difficult." Liu Deyong sighed.

"I know, but, for a moment, I can't help it." Mo Rann's words stuttered, but each word seemed to come from her throat with much difficulty.

"Sigh, if there's anything that needs your uncles' help, just tell me, your uncles will not mind." Sigh, if there's anything that needs your uncles' help, just tell me, your uncles will not care. Liu Deyong said solemnly.

Mo Rann said solemnly: "Thank you."

After his father passed away, Mo Rann had long gotten used to the cold atmosphere. His father's so called best friend, once she saw that there was no one left to take charge of Treasure Pavilion, how many of her friends became enemies?

Even if they did not directly steal the wealth that belonged to the Treasure Pavilion, how many people could actually come and help Mo Rann?

Liu Deyong was obviously one of the minority, a close friend of the father that Mo Rann trusted. But it was precisely because of this that Mo Rann was even more unwilling to overly exhaust the connections left behind by her father.

Seeing the bleak atmosphere, Liu Deyong laughed and said: "Little friend Yang, come, this old one will help you advise on the painting you bought at the Exchange Hall. I will teach you how to judge if a piece of work is real or not, so that you won't have any eye contact in the future."

Yang Chen immediately took out the picture scroll inside the box and giggled: "But I don't think I have made much of a scene this time, this picture definitely does not exceed a hundred thousand." After saying that, he made a very smart face.

Seeing Yang Chen's smug look, Mo Rann could not help but cover her mouth and laugh: "You really think you're an appraisal master? One hundred thousand yuan is enough to buy a lesson. "

Seeing that Mo Rann was smiling, Yang Chen and Liu Deyong looked at each other and smiled slightly. Liu Deyong had changed the topic, the reason why Yang Chen had acted like this was so that Mo Rann could walk out of the knot in his heart and be happier.

But since I'm going to play the role of the complete set, then Liu Deyong took out a magnifying glass and put on a set of white gloves, preparing to appraise it in a single go and then slowly tell Yang Chen why it's a fake.

However, Yang Chen stopped Liu Deyong with a smile: "Master Liu, there's no rush, I think he's not only worth a hundred thousand, it's not because I think he's real."

Liu Deyong shook his head and laughed at Yang Chen's words.

Mo Rann opened her cherry lips and said: "Even if Uncle Liu determined the age of this painting, if it has existed for a long time, it might not necessarily be a valuable painting."

Liu Deyong silently praised Yang Chen. When people were angry and depressed, they were most afraid that she would not say anything, if he was willing to communicate, speak more, or feel wronged, he would say everything later. Either he forgot or had vented everything.

"The era is not the main reason. What I feel is that there is a universe within this place." Yang Chen said mysteriously.

Liu Deyong smiled calmly: "Little friend Yang, what more can be said here? "Don't look at the artifacts in the novels that contain hidden items. If there really is a hidden item, then it is a novel. This is impossible if one is not a good craftsman, and if these good craftsmen have the time to do this, why don't they make a good piece of work again?"

Yang Chen blinked his eyes: How about we make a bet?

Liu Deyong stroked his beard and laughed: "Oh? Now there is a junior challenging this old man? "It seems like this old man's declaration is no longer obvious in the martial arts world."

The two of them conversed with each other as if they were intentionally making fun of each other. But very successfully, Mo Rann also started to laugh from the teasing of this old man and this young man.

"Yang Chen, Uncle Liu is an expert in appraisal, especially in painting. Do you really want to bet with Uncle Liu?" Mo Rann laughed.

Yang Chen grinned: "I have witnessed Uncle Liu's abilities. When I am interacting with the merchants at the Exchange Hall, each one of them is hard to deal with, but who knows, maybe, I will be lucky enough to win?" With that, she waved her hands in a nonchalant manner.

"Sure, young people are full of vigor. What do you want to bet on?" Liu Deyong shook his head and laughed at Yang Chen's actions.

Yang Chen thought for a while and said: "If I win, then help me draw a set of calligraphy and painting, I want it hung on the wall."

Liu Deyong clapped his hands and laughed: "Unexpectedly, ah, unexpectedly, right now, I have to bet on my calligraphy and painting to win, but okay, I will bet with you, but if you lose, then come over and learn painting from me for a month. Our country's resplendent civilization needs to be passed on."

Yang Chen laughed: "It's a deal?"

"It's a deal!"

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