Lu Zhan realized that he was not making a big deal out of this. If he thought he had a special identity and didn't have to worry about being retaliated against by Wang Lun, he would definitely be a big mistake.

Because he didn't know Wang Lun and could not be sure that Wang Lun would really let him down after his son apologized to Wang Lun.

If Wang Lun is a person who is hard to speak and is very revengeful, he will not be able to stop him once he decides to take revenge.

Just in case, he could only spend a lot of money to please Wang Lun.

After apologizing to Wang Lun, he pointed to the gift brought from the table and said, "Master Wang, this is a small meeting gift prepared by my unscrupulous son for Master Wang. Please accept it."

Lu Zhan thought that as long as Wang Lun was willing to accept these things, the matter would be solved.

He hinted at his son Lu Qiaobo with his eyes, and Lu Zhan wanted his son to apologize to Wang Lun.

Just as Lu Qiaobo was about to speak, Wang Lun reached out to stop him. Wang Lun said, "There is no need to say anything about apologizing."

Lu Zhancai felt a chill in his heart and thought to himself that something bad happened. Wang Lun was still angry and didn't want to talk to them more.

Sure enough, he then heard Wang Lun say to him: "You can take back all these two bottles of wine, and these calligraphy and paintings."

Lu Zhancai's face was stiff. At this moment, he was so confused that he didn't know what to do. He had to smile and said politely: "Master Wang, we sincerely apologize to Master Wang. Please forgive my son's fault."

After saying that, he and Lu Qiaobo were both nervous and looked at Wang Lun.

However, what Lu Zhan saw was not Wang Lunhan’s face, but Wang Lun’s face was gentle.

"Master Wang, you are..." Lu Zhancai was puzzled.

Wang Lun said calmly: "I told your son at that time that my cousin's affairs have been resolved, and you don't need to apologize."

When Lu Zhan heard this, he was surprised and happy. Of course, a big figure like Wang Lun would not make fun of himself.

He quickly said, "Thank you, Master Wang, Master Wang really has a lot of them."

Wang Lun took a sip of tea and said nothing. He said differently and did not make plans. He actually had nothing to say with the other party.

Not an enemy, no conflict, but not a friend.

Lu Zhancai is also a person with rich experience. Seeing Wang Lun like this, he knew that his worries had been resolved, and he knew that he should leave.

However, it was so embarrassing that the things I brought were brought back intact.

Lu Zhancai said, "He took the liberty to visit Master Wang. I hope Master Wang can like these gifts, so we will leave first."

"Take the stuff away."

Wang Lun said. He had vision and knew that the few gifts he brought to him were of certain value, especially the two bottles of Maotai, which should be a long time ago. His father Wang Dafang usually likes to drink some wine. If he gives this pair of wine to his father, his father will definitely like it.

But he didn't want to accept the other party's things.

"Master Wang, you are a master. You may not like money for tobacco, alcohol, etc., but Master Wang may be interested in this calligraphy and this painting."

Lu Zhancai believed that Wang Lun was a master of the world, and he was not short of money and did not like vulgar things. He thought that Wang Lun liked calligraphy and painting.

He also wanted to show off his good performance, as if he didn't give away a few items. If he didn't see Wang Lun accept them, he felt uneasy. He took the courage to stay for the time being and opened Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy post with his own hands and showed it to Wang Lun.

He gave Lu Qiaobo another wink, who understood and picked up another painting on the table and unfolded it.

Wang Lun is not a person with art. He has no ability to appreciate calligraphy and painting, and is not interested in it. So he glanced at the words and paintings and planned to let the other party take it back.

But something seemed to appear in his sight that shocked his memory!

Wang Lun couldn't help looking at the painting again!

The painting is about one meter high and half a meter long, and it contains the cold and lonely night view of the desert. You can see a towering palace standing in the vast desert.

In the huge desert, this palace stands alone, so the palace looks particularly conspicuous and quiet.

The painter has a very good painting skills and uses the method of splashing ink, which completely reflects the lonely and cold artistic conception of sand.

From this point of view alone, this painting is amazing and is an absolute fine work in the painting.

However, what Wang Lun was surprised was not that the painting displayed by this painting was of high value.

Because he had seen a painting that looked exactly like this.

It is also a vast desert, and it is also a towering palace standing alone.

In addition, the most conspicuous one is also the sky, where there are two bright moons!

These two bright moons are not one real and the other is a phantom, but both exist.

The meaning reflected in the painting also indicates that there are two bright moons in this place at the same time. At night, they will appear in the sky together and be seen by others.

"Where did you get this painting?"

Wang Lun stared at the painting for several seconds before turning around and asking towards Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan was shocked. Wang Lun's behavior did not seem to be excited because he saw Lie, but he still answered truthfully: "It was passed down from my father. My father said that since the Ming Dynasty, this painting has been passed down from generation to generation in our family."

"Does it have a name? Is there any record of any information about it?" Wang Lun asked, his tone of urgentness.

He didn't care whether he was losing his composure. The origin of this painting was very important to him.

He got half a piece of yellow silk from the sable king. The contents of the yellow silk were the minimalist version of this painting. It was not reflected in the painting skills. It showed a map. The only building on the map was a palace, but there was no accurate route to indicate the location of the palace. The only reference was the two bright moons in the sky.

The yellow silk map shows the treasure land, but there is too little specific information that can be reflected in half of the treasure map. I only know that I found the place where two bright moons appeared, and then found the palace, and the treasure is inside the palace.

And this map is only half a piece, and the half about the inside of the palace is missing.

Wang Lun has always been holding this half of the yellow silk map, but he is unwilling to give up, but he can't use it.

Now I suddenly found that the contents of a painting were exactly the same as those on the treasure map, which was equivalent to having the opportunity to directly find the whereabouts of the treasure palace, and Wang Lun was naturally very concerned.

"There is a name called Leng Yesha Qiutu."

Lu Zhancai said the name of the painting, knowing that Wang Lun wanted not only this answer, but then said, "My father and my grandfather never said what the painting has. I only know that this painting was collected by my ancestors. My ancestors opened a pawn shop in the early Ming Dynasty. I heard that this painting was pawned at a low price, but it was well preserved at that time and no one redeemed it later. My ancestors also liked this painting, so they were decorated and protected."

Wang Lun looked over and found that the painting was well preserved. He didn't know that the painting was passed down during the Ming Dynasty.

Lu Zhancai continued to speak.

"But what has been following this painting seems to be a glass bottle containing animal mummies."

Seeing that Wang Lun had been listening, Lu Zhancai continued to recall: "I haven't seen the glass bottle for a long time. Maybe it's still at home. The glass bottle is about one-sixth of the size of a mineral water bottle. It is stuffed like a scorpion. It's only the second half of the body of the scorpion, which is shriveled. My father accidentally mentioned it and said that the bottle was pawned with this painting at first, and the bottle was worthless, but the person who pawned insisted on putting the two things together. My father also said that his ancestors had also studied it and did not find anything abnormal in the bottle, so he ignored it later."

"I haven't seen it before. It seems that the things that our family can't put down are stuffed into the attic. Dad, maybe we can find that glass bottle."

Lu Qiaobo said after thinking about it.

In addition to discarding some of the things his family doesn't want, there are always some things he doesn't want to throw away, but they take up space when they are left, so his mother will sort out the things and put them in the attic. Anyway, there is a small attic in his house, and if there is no one inhale, they will just place miscellaneous items.

Like his father Lu Zhancai, he also saw that Wang Lun was not interested in Maotai and Yan Zhenqing's authentic calligraphy works. He was interested in the painting and the origin of the painting. In order to gain a favorable impression, he wanted to contribute some effort in this matter.

Anyway, this painting is not a ancestral object of his family, but has been passed down from generation to generation. There are other items passed down from ancestors. This painting is actually not very valuable or symbolic.

If you can use this matter to get familiar with Master Wang, it will definitely be a good thing for him and his family.

On the side, Lu Zhan looked at his son Lu Qiaobo with satisfaction, thinking that Lu Qiaobo did this well.

Wang Lun asked at this time: "Can you give up and sell this painting to me? Or I can exchange it for something else."

Wang Lun did not hide his intention to get this painting.

Of course, he would not say the purpose behind it.

The other party would only think that he liked such paintings, and was also interested in the origin of this painting.

Lu Zhancai quickly shook his head and said, "How can we ask for Master Wang's money? Master Wang can like this painting. We are not too happy. Master Wang can just take it."

But Wang Lun was never a person who would take advantage of others. He asked Lu Qiaobo's bank card number and directly transferred 400,000 yuan to the other party's account.

Seeing this, the Lu family had to thank him with a smile. In fact, he knew that Wang Lun was counting one code and then he didn't owe them any favors after giving the money.

Therefore, if you want to make a relationship with Wang Lun in the future, you still can't.

Lu Zhan had to secretly scold his son Lu Qiaobo. Although he could see that he had hundreds of thousands, he lost much more. This time he lost the great opportunity to meet Wang Lun, which was also a lesson and punishment for them.

"Two guys, I want to get that glass bottle. Please go and search after you go home. Is it OK?"

Wang Lun said.

"No problem, of course no problem." Lu Zhancai said quickly.

...

Wang Lun waited for less than a day, and the next morning, Lu Qiaobo came over and said that Lu Zhan had no business to leave, so he sent him and brought the glass bottle.

"Master Wang, I'll give it to you."

Lu Qiaobo handed Wang Lun a glass bottle that had turned dark yellow.

The surface of the bottle is covered with various scratches. After so many years, it looks very fragile, as if anyone can pinch it to pieces.

However, after Wang Lun held it in his hand, he soon discovered that although the glass bottle was old, because the material was a bit special, if an adult really squeezed it hard with both hands, it would not be possible to crush the bottle for a few times.

The glass used in this bottle was not the kind in the Ming Dynasty. To be precise, it was made of the artifact refining process. The material used was called glazed sand, which is one of the materials commonly used by weapon refining monks.
Chapter completed!