On the passenger plane that was about to take off, Song Xiaotian was in a very relaxed mood.

The action was still very smooth, and the share she deserved was paid, which was a complete success.

Now she is leaving the city, going to a new place, and starting a new life.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, she felt a little reluctant.

I feel that in this city where I have lived for more than half a year, there is something else that gently ties her heart.

What is it?

She doesn't know.

Maybe it was the delicacy in the streets and alleys, maybe it was the simplicity and enthusiasm of the citizens, maybe it was... the tall back who went to the pharmacy to buy medicine for her.

"Hey, such a coincidence?"

Just as she was trying to recall, a deep and thick voice suddenly rang beside her.

Song Xiaotian looked up and her heart almost jumped a few times.

Because this person is the rich and handsome guy I met in the cafe last time.

Yang Yu.

"Yes, what a coincidence." So she smiled and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go to Shenghai, are you too?"

"Um."

"That's a coincidence," Yang Yu looked at his seat number. "Our seats are also next to each other. Do you think this is our fate?"

"Haha, it's just a coincidence, how can there be so many fates?"

"Coincidence is a kind of fate. Without fate, there is no coincidence. This is what my master taught me."

"Who is your master? I feel that speaking makes sense."

"Not a big shot, just an alcoholic."

...

During the more than two-hour journey, Song Xiaotian was always amused by Yang Yu.

She has had many men, but that is all because of work needs and has no feelings at all.

And with too much such a life, she longs for a sincere love in her heart.

Now she felt that maybe there was an opportunity in front of her.

This guy named Yang Yu is good-looking, funny and humorous. Of course, he should be very rich and has no scheming.

During the seemingly unintentional and casual communication between the two, she cleverly brought it out of their true feelings.

The only question is how a man who is such a "simple" goes back to do antique business.

"Aren't you afraid of being cheated or buying fakes?"

"What am I afraid of?" Yang Yu smiled, "but I have a team, they are very professional and I am very rich, so we cooperate well and honestly, so we can win-win results."

"You said so well, have you ever bought fakes?"

"I've never been there before," said Yang Yu, "but it's hard to say this time."

"What's wrong?"

"This time they paid a lot of money to collect a table, which is said to be 150 years old."

"The table 150 years ago?" Song Xiaotian blinked, "It doesn't sound very valuable."

"Yes, I feel so too," Yang Yu said, "but they said this is..."

Yang Yu looked around and put his mouth close to Song Xiaotian's ear and whispered: "It is said that Zhang Lande used it."

"Who is this?"

"You don't know this. You are indeed a woman," Yang Yu was unfathomable and leaned into her ear again. "He is the last eunuch in the Qing Dynasty. I will only tell you about this, you must not tell others."

"Haha..." The heat he sprayed out made his ears itch, and Song Xiaotian couldn't help laughing, "Even if I tell others, others won't believe it."

"That's true, I don't even believe it myself." Yang Yu blinked at Song Xiaotian and asked with a little teasing, "How about you join me and go and help me identify it, and then I will cook myself and make a delicious dinner for you... and then, let's have a good rest?"

"I think beautifully."

...

It is not a woman's patent, but Song Xiaotian has done it this time.

After leaving the airport, she naturally followed Yang Yu into the car.

Some things between adult men and women do not need to be repeated, but are often tacit understanding.

She thought this might be a fate, or maybe when love came, it was so sudden that it caught people off guard.

The car parked in front of a luxurious villa. The surrounding environment was beautiful and the interior of the villa was not exaggerated, but it definitely revealed high-end atmosphere everywhere, which was very in line with her wishes.

"boss."

An old man, with two burly bodyguards, respectfully welcomed them into the room.

"Thank you for your hard work," Yang Yu said, "Where is the thing?"

“In the room upstairs.”

"Take us to have a look."

"Okay, but..." Uncle Wang looked at Song Xiaotian unexpectedly, feeling a little hesitant, "This lady..."

"It's okay," Yang Yu smiled, "This is an expert I invited, let her help me."

Although he knew he was talking nonsense, Song Xiaotian felt sweet too.

In fact, she was not interested in antiques and other things. She just wanted to see if what Yang Yu said on the plane was bragging.

Now from this Uncle Wang, she still feels it is credible.

Uncle Wang is obviously an old man and has a great value. The snuff bottle hanging around his neck can be worth at least hundreds of thousands of dollars.

He also followed two powerful bodyguards with him and was also wary of strangers. This is not someone that ordinary people can afford.

"Leave the luggage to them," Yang Yu gently pulled her hand, "Now with me, I will show you cooking skills after watching it."

"All right."

Follow Yang Yu to the door of a room, a very advanced anti-theft lock was installed on the thick iron door.

When I walked into the room, I immediately felt a strong ancient smell.

On the bookshelf leaning against the wall, there were more than a dozen shareholder vases. Although she didn't know what era it was, just looking at their exquisite patterns on the surface, she knew that they were of great value.

And a small small table was placed on the cashmere carpet in the middle.

"That's it?"

Looking at this old small table, Yang Yu frowned deeply.

"Uncle Wang, I have to say that you may have misunderstood this time," Yang Yu said, "Just like this broken table, I actually spent eight million on me?"

Eight million?

Song Xiaotian felt a little moved when she heard this.

She really didn't expect that this table would be so valuable.

"Boss, listen to my explanation," Uncle Wang said immediately when he saw Yang Yu being unhappy, "This table looks ordinary, but there is another mystery inside."

"What mystery?"

Uncle Wang did not speak, but looked at Song Xiaotian again.

"It's okay, just say whatever you have."

"Okay, then I'll say it," said Uncle Wang, "This table looks very ordinary on the surface, but if you look closely at its structure, you will find a lot of unreasonable things."

"What's the meaning?"

"It means that it has two dark boxes."

"Dark grid?" Yang Yu frowned and asked, "So what about the Dark grid? Can there be treasures inside?"

"This is not sure." Uncle Wang said, "This is a table that Zhang Lande used. Who knows what will hide inside? It may be worthless paper, but it may also be a priceless treasure."

"Then have you opened it and read it?"

"Isn't this waiting for you to come," said Uncle Wang, "and I have asked experts to see it. To open the secret wall, you must destroy the wax seal outside. This is a big deal, so I naturally cannot do it rashly."

"Okay, then you can open it now."

"good."

Uncle Wang said as he fumbled on the small table for a while, and with a click, a secret wall was opened.

This secret lattice is hidden behind the drawer, with a large space and is filled with some paper.
To be continued...