Chapter 409 File
The eldest cousin’s reaction immediately made everyone else curious about the painting in Chu Heng’s hand, and they all wanted to know what it was that could actually cause this man-in-law to have sex. Shyness is such an undesirable emotion.
So, everyone came over and looked at the words in his hand.
“Hey!”
Du San and the other young men bared their teeth and looked at each other for a few times before reluctantly looking away.
For those who have never been exposed to CDs and videos, this must be the first time they have seen anything similar!
I guess if I take this painting back to someone, I might as well have a Five Tigers show with Loach tonight!
At this moment, they really wanted to take it and criticize the cancer of capitalism, but with their eldest cousin beside them, they really couldn’t do it openly.
"The love is a foreign painting. I'm not good at this." Zhang glanced at it with a frown, then shook his head and went to move things out of the cabinet.
My grandfather was very interested in this painting. After looking at it carefully for a few times, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He quickly stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a look."
"Here you go." Chu Heng casually handed the painting to his grandfather and followed Zhang Yiyi to move the things.
He has no research on foreign paintings. If you put Picasso and Leonardo da Vinci in front of him, he will give you the paintings of art school students, so he is not very interested.
At this time, Zhang Yiyan was looking at the notebook on the second floor.
Chu Heng leaned over and took a look, and saw that it was all densely packed with Japanese. He suddenly lost interest and curled his lips and said, "Master Zhang, do you understand?"
"I'll go up. How can I understand this? "Zhang shook his head with a disappointed look on his face, put the notebook aside, took out the pile of documents, divided it into two, gave one half to Chu Heng, and kept the other half for himself: "Look at it. What.”
"I guess they are all in Japanese. It's no use even if I read them." Chu Heng reached out to take it with a casual look, took out a document bag and opened it.
Inside is a stack of letter paper, and it is indeed written in ghostly Japanese. Everyone knows this thing and him.
“Tsk.”
He smacked his lips in disappointment, reluctantly opened another document bag and took a look, it was in Japanese.
“Pull it down, I can’t understand this thing.” Chu Heng sighed helplessly and didn’t bother to look at the back. He put the document bag in his hand with the notebook and looked at it. Du San and others greeted: "Come on, come on, let's move out the gold bricks together, and when we're done, let's have a drink together tonight."
"I'll do it, I'll do it."
Du San quickly pushed away the others, stepped forward first, bent down and took out a gold brick, held it in his hand and asked excitedly He said: "Where should I put it, Mr. Chu?"
Although this thing does not belong to him, it is good to touch it and have a look.
This is the first time in his life that he has seen such a large piece of gold.
Not to be outdone, the others moved forward and took out a gold brick. They held it in their arms and touched and gnawed it. In the blink of an eye, there were several teeth marks on those gold bricks.
"Just put it on the ground." Chu Heng shook his head in a funny way, understanding their behavior very well, thinking that he had also been counting his brother's gift money for a long time.
Without him, I just want to get addicted to handicrafts.
"Huh? Brother-in-law, what do you think this is?"
At this time, the cousin who was about to take the gold bricks suddenly took out a wad of colorful banknotes from the cabinet and clicked curiously After a few moments, he said doubtfully: "Is it money?"
Chu Heng took it and took a look and confirmed that it was a beautiful knife. He nodded with a smile and said: "It is indeed money, but it is American money. We don't have it here. Flowers everywhere.”
"Ah, this is how American money turns out to be." The eldest cousin nodded suddenly, then bent down and took out a wad of money, took out one and looked at it repeatedly, and curled his lips and said, "It looks about the same as a ruble."
She had come into contact with Maozi in the Northeast, and naturally she had also seen Ruble. "That's much worse." Seeing that there were beautiful knives inside, Chu Heng quickly stepped forward, poked his butt and took a look, and saw several piles of beautiful knives under a piece of gold.
"Oh, it turned out to be down. I said I didn't look at it just now."
He quickly took out the gold equipment and put it at his feet, and put those beautiful swords They were all taken out.
Finally, they were gathered into a pile and counted. There were six gold bricks in total. Each piece should weigh about ten kilograms. There were five stacks of U.S. knives. If the quantity of each stack was OK, it should be 50,000.
It can be said to be a huge sum of money!
Needless to say, gold has always been hard currency. The purchasing power of American knives in this era is also quite strong. If you spend 50,000 yuan, you can buy a lot of things. Unfortunately, it is now used in China. Without this thing, if nothing happens, it can only be left in a corner to gather dust.
But overall, the harvest this time can be said to be quite generous.
“This painting should be by Giorgione.”
Just when Chu Heng was calculating how much the gold should be worth, his grandfather came over and handed him the painting.
"Is it famous?" Chu Heng took the painting and looked at his grandfather with a curious expression. However, he didn't find it strange at all that the old man knew this painting. He probably came into contact with it while studying abroad. Got through this stuff.
My grandfather smiled and explained to him: "He was a famous Italian painter from the 14th to 15th centuries. When I was studying abroad, his paintings were very popular."
"It's only been more than four hundred years? How much is it worth?" Zhang Yiyi shook his head when he heard this. From his experience, even high-quality products are not worth much in such a short period of time.
“More than four hundred years is a long time for them, and grandpa said it is very popular and should fetch a good price.” Chu Heng carefully put the painting aside, preparing to wait for it in the future. If you get the chance, go abroad and sell it.
He has no intention of collecting it.
I really don’t appreciate this. For him, this thing is not as economical as a hard drive with several hundred gigabytes.
"No matter how valuable it is outside, it's not as good as a piece of toilet paper here? And look at the woman in this sentence, how naked she is!" Zhang glanced at him and curled his lips in disgust, and soon he was about to The one on my hand is unsealed. He handed over the document bag and frowned: "Look at this. There are photos on it. I think something is wrong with this."
"Let me take a look."
Chu Heng came immediately. Interested, I can understand the photos.
He quickly took it and pulled out the contents.
There are five pieces of document paper inside, with Japanese written on the front and a half-palm-sized black and white photo on the back.
Chu Heng took a piece of paper and looked at the document, and finally his eyes settled on the end, where there was a signature in Chinese characters and a fingerprint on it.
"Peng Yong!" He read the name, then turned over and looked at the photo at the back. It showed a man in his thirties, wearing a blood-stained short coat, with scars on his face. , looking very miserable.
My grandfather stood beside him and took a look, then his face turned cold and he hummed: "This is a surrender letter!"
"A document of surrender? I asked you why you were beaten so badly." Chu Heng suddenly understood, shook the document in his hand, and asked: "So this thief is a traitor?"
"Yes, that's right. You are a traitor." Grandpa nodded with a very ugly expression on his face. People of his generation who had experienced the Anti-Japanese War sometimes hated traitors more than they hated Japanese soldiers.
“Grandpa, do you still know Japanese?” Only then did Chu Heng realize. He quickly picked up the documents and notebooks he had just read and handed them to the old man. He said with a smile: “Take a look. What’s written on it?”
(End of this chapter)