I changed my master from No. 520 Zhengmin Road, and the doors are always closed.

No one knows what is being done inside.

But the Japanese military police team next door never asked about it.

However, smoke came out from time to time in the chimney at No. 520.

"I think it's time."

It was almost time to get off work, Yano Renhei finished reviewing the last document and stood up: "Kawano-kun, let's go and visit our neighbors together."

It's been ten days.

Ms. Gracy has been renting the house next door for fifteen days.

The answer is time to uncover it.

"Do you need to bring someone?"

"No, we are not going to catch people."

Yano Renhei smiled: "You must express great kindness when dealing with your neighbors."

This neighbor is nestled in it and doing it every day. Today may be the time to witness it with your own eyes.

Yano Renhei even felt a little impatient.

Although the woman had ugly appearance, her body was full of mystery.

...

It took me a long time to knock on the door before it was opened.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man who asked in confusion:

"you?"

"We are from the military police and are also friends of Mrs. Gracey."

"Mrs. Gracey is not here."

"We have to go in and take a look."

“Inside…”

Yano Renhei pushed open the door without saying a word: "We don't need to ask for your consent if we want to come in."

This person could only watch Yano Renhei and Kawakawa Nodo walk in.

What was going on inside was far beyond the imagination of the two Japanese.

There is no machine operation, no worker busyness.

The person inside was sitting there, concentrating on doing the work at hand.

Here, there are some porcelain, calligraphy, paintings, and antiques piled up.

Some calligraphy and paintings have not even dried ink.

Mrs. Gracey, who was "not here", was whispering something to a poem with Butler Qiu.

"Sir, Mr. Counselor."

As soon as he saw Renhei Yano coming in, Mrs. Gracey was a little panicked: "Why are you here?"

"I'll visit my neighbor."

Yano Renhei looked around: "Is this what you are printing?"

"Oh, no." Gracey forced a smile: "It's just some decorations."

“Decoration?”

Yano Renhei walked to a person who was in his fifties and long beards, and was depicting a porcelain bottle there.

He took the porcelain bottle, and the paint on it was not dry yet, and it was touched on his hands. He didn't care. He looked at it, put it on the table, and then his eyes fell on a few things on the table.

Pot ash, rust, some unknown dyes.

There was a table next to it, and was drawing a painting, but it was halfway through.

"Did you buy half-finished decorations?" Yano Renhei smiled.

Gracey and Butler Qiu's expressions became increasingly unnatural.

"Show me what you have in your hands."

After Yano Renheiichi said this, Kawano Dexing immediately stepped forward and took the words from Butler Qiu's hand.

"Who wrote this?" Yano Renhei asked as he watched.

Butler Qiu coughed dryly: "This is the 'Ni Kuanzan' written by Chu Suiliang, a master of Tang calligraphy."

"Chu Suiliang? I have heard of this person. He is very famous."

Yano Renhei said casually: "My Chinese is average, but I have put in some effort. However, I would like to ask, the word "天" (天) has not changed since the Tang Dynasty, right?"

"No."

"What is the word under 'Feng'?"

"Field, field of fields."

"What about this?"

Butler Qiu looked closer and saw that the word "Feng" on the word "天" was actually written as "天".

"This..." Butler Qiu was speechless for a moment.

Yano Renhei returned the painting to Butler Qiu, and his tone suddenly became stern: "Tell me, what are you doing?"

"Sir, come to my office and talk," Gracey said immediately.

"Of course." Yano Renhei smiled again: "I happen to have a lot of doubts to ask you for advice."

...

"I'm very interested in Chinese history, calligraphy and painting, etc."

As soon as he entered the office, Gracey immediately said, "I want to buy some and take them back to the United States, but unfortunately the price is too expensive, so I'm going to find someone to make some."

"You are very smart, Ms. Gracey." Yano Renhei suddenly sighed: "But why are you lying?"

"I'm lying?"

"Yes, you lied." Yano Ren Ping said lightly: "You are not here to open a printing factory, nor do you like Chinese cultural relics. You, no, to be precise, you are a fraud gang, a gang of fraud!"

Gracey became panicked: "Sir, please don't insult us like this."

"Is that so, I'm insulting you?" Yano Renhei pointed outside: "Those people should have been specially invited by you and your steward. Some time ago, I heard a rumor that a group of treasures that had not been evacuated before the outbreak of the National Government war was hidden in an area controlled by the Japanese. Do you think it's a coincidence? This rumor did not appear early or late, but it appeared at this time. Why?"

Gracey's face began to turn white.

"I'll explain it to you." Yano Renhei didn't need them to answer at all: "Because this rumor was made up by you. You made up a legendary story, and I have thought about the second half of this story for you.

You, at great danger, finally found this batch of treasures, and were found under the nose of the Japanese military police. Once this batch of so-called treasures are transported out, with the blessing of this legendary story, there is no need to worry about the lack of a market.

There are always stupid buyers who believe in legendary stories and blindly buy without trusting the opinions of experts. However, what makes me angry is that the military police of the Great Japanese Empire has also become the stupid targets of fooling you!"

Butler Qiu said with difficulty: "Sir, I think we misunderstood about this..."

"No misunderstanding." Yano Renhei stood up and said coldly: "I should capture you in the military police now, you liars. Especially you, the housekeeper? I think you are probably the leader of this group of liars? Will I leave you an evening for you to think carefully about how you should atone for the imperial officers who were insulted by you!"

...

Butler Qiu carefully put away "Ni Kuanzan".

Gracey didn't understand Chinese culture: "Is this one named Chu Suiliang very famous?"

"Yes, he is a great calligrapher in China, and his status is roughly equivalent to your Picasso or Van Gogh."

"A big calligrapher?"

Gracey didn't quite understand: "How could he write typos?"

"why not?"

Butler Qiu smiled very happily:

"In this work, there is not only one typo. The word 'Fen' should be written as Tian, ​​but it is written as 'Sun'. The word 'Old' should be written as Japanese, but it is written as 'Tian'."

(Uh, when Spider wrote this passage, he suddenly realized that he was also a typo. Then he started to giggle. Yes, readers are welcome to continue catching insects in Spider's articles.)
Chapter completed!