After hearing these past events, Ito Nagaya was silent for a second, and then took the lead in making a statement.
He walked directly to the bookshelf and pressed the switch. The books on the shelf moved to both sides, and a small square hole appeared in the wall.
There is a small wooden box in the middle, made of huanghuali, engraved with the pattern of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.
From the craftsmanship, it is not difficult to see that this should be the handiwork of craftsmen from the Song Dynasty, and the chains are all Luban locks of Chinese classical wisdom.
There is also a thin gold character "ÞÈ" on the top of the lock core. I think this box was brought back from China by my father.
As for who its original owner was, they didn¡¯t know.
When the third young master saw this ancient and magical box, his eyes suddenly lit up and he stared straight at the exquisitely crafted box.
A steady stream of inspiration began to emerge in his mind. He said with emotion: "China is indeed an ancient civilization with a history of five thousand years. This box is exquisitely conceived and truly ingenious."
"If you don't have a key, you can't open the box even if you smash it. I've heard about the Luban lock in books a long time ago, but I never had the chance to go to China to see it. It turns out we have it at home."
The second young master knew that his stupid brother had suffered from an occupational disease again, so he didn't bother to pay attention to what he said.
He magically took out a five- to six-centimeter-long plum blossom-shaped metal key from the jacket pocket of his suit, which he found among his father's belongings.
¡°I thought it was the key to his own little vault, but I didn¡¯t expect it to be the key to the secret room of the study.
After the key is inserted into the lock cylinder, it must be rotated twice first, and then pushed in with a little force without twisting at all.
Snapped¡ª¡ª
The lock is unlocked.
The atmosphere in the study also became quiet at this moment, so quiet that each other's heartbeats and breathing could be clearly heard.
Subconsciously, everyone held their breath, slowed down their heartbeats, and all four pairs of eyes stared at the box. The fourth young master could not hold back his curiosity and urged the second brother to take it out quickly and take a look.
"Don't worry, I have to take my time."
Taking a deep breath, Ito Nagaya took out the picture and unfolded it.
In the forward direction, it is neither big nor small, and it is also a very ordinary parchment scroll. It has a few winding lines and some incomprehensible irregular symbols on it.
"What kind of map is this? Why doesn't it even have a scale or a direction mark? How do you read it?"
The third young master asked confusedly to the most knowledgeable eldest brother in the family, because he is the one who knows the Chinese culture best.
Ito Nagayao suddenly became speechless.
He only learned about Chinese culture from books and TV. As for this picture I'm sorry, he didn't understand it either.
"The Buddha said: Don't force anything, just let it happen. This picture does not belong to us. It is normal not to understand it, and there is no need to delve into it."
After the words fell, the fourth young master also thought it made sense and smiled, "Yes, it will soon belong to someone else."
Only the second young master looked at him deeply and said coldly: "Actually, brother, you can't understand, right?"
Ito Nagayao almost choked on his own saliva, and his handsome face began to turn red due to his continuous coughing.
"Ahem This, of course it's not. I'm just too lazy to say it, and you may not be able to understand it based on your IQ. By the way, it's almost time. I should go back and ring the bell. Let's talk."
Everyone: ""
What¡¯s so fun about ringing a bell?
Brother is obviously guilty!
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In China, December flies by like this and it¡¯s the end of the month, and the new year is just three days away.
In order to welcome the upcoming New Year¡¯s Day, merchants on the street have begun to launch promotional activities, and advertisements can be seen everywhere.
The man was wearing a long black windbreaker and a British gentleman's hat of the same color. He was holding a suitcase in his hand and walked quickly on the road with his long legs.
Although the world of mortals was chaotic and complicated, his heart was as quiet as an ancient battlefield, without any ripples.
When I walked through the airport and walked to the street outside, many women around me frequently looked at me like nymphos and screamed.
"Ouch, who is this star? Have you seen him? He is so handsome"
"I don't know. Is he a newcomer? I seem to have never seen him before."
"No, looking at his temperament, he must be at the level of an actorI¡¯m so angry with this face! "
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Listening to the innocent and infatuated talk of this group of little girls, the bored assistant waiting on the side could not help but attack their self-confidence.
"Don't think about it, this is our president, and he already has a girlfriend, thank you."
As he finished speaking, there was a wailing sound all around.
As expected, all my boyfriends are handsome from other people¡¯s families.
I¡¯m so envious of this handsome guy¡¯s girlfriend. With such a handsome face every day, she should be able to live a long life of at least ten years.
Mr. Hua Sanye walked through the hall without squinting and came to the luxury car. The assistant opened the car door politely and bent slightly to welcome the man into the car.
In the back seat, the man tiredly took off his hat and placed it on the empty seat beside him.
The tall and stalwart body leaned back, pillowed his head on the seat, stretched out a big, cold hand with clear joints, and rubbed the swollen and painful eyebrows.
A voice so cold that it could make ice particles fall out sounded in the car, "Drive!"
"yes."
The assistant carefully glanced at his president through the rearview mirror in the car, and the man could see his hesitation.
His lightly closed phoenix eyes opened, he looked over with bright and sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Just tell me if you have anything to do, why are you hesitating like this?"
While the assistant was concentrating on driving, she prayed silently in her heart that the third master would not be angry after hearing this later.
After doing some psychological construction for himself, he decided that the long-term pain was better than the short-term pain, so he might as well say it.
"Ahem San, Third Master, it's like this. Miss Fang moved out of the apartment not long after you went to Japan for a business trip."
"Um?"
In the carriage, a man's voice sounded cold and indifferent, and there was no emotion at all.
The assistant was simply shocked.
He thought that the third master would be very angry. After all, before he left, he asked to keep an eye on Miss Fang.
In order to test that what he just heard was not an illusion, he continued without fear of death: "Miss Fang returned to the crew and went abroad for filming last week. I heard that there was a kiss scene."
This time, the atmosphere in the car was silent for a few seconds. Then the third master opened his thin lips and uttered a heartless word in a low voice.
"It's up to her. She doesn't need to report anything about Fang Xiaoxiao to me in the future."
"yes!"
He thought it would be different if the Third Master doted on Miss Fang so much.
I didn¡¯t expect that I would get tired of it so quickly.
Frowning.
Miss Fang is the gentlest and most approachable person he has ever met.
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