When Zhang Kun woke up again, it was already six:30 the next morning.

Zhang Kun opened his eyes and looked at the empty collection room. Yao Zhiping was gone.

Zhang Kun was silent. After a while, he slowly got up, looked at all the precious cultural relics that were silently staying in the glass cabinet, and then turned around and left the collection room.

Back in the bedroom, he changed into the alcohol-smelling clothes, took a shower, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and only after he felt awake, Zhang Kun opened the door.

However, the moment he opened the door, Zhang Kun was slightly stunned.

"Senior Brother!"

Qi Xiangyang was already standing at the door of Zhang Kun’s bedroom, but he didn’t know how long he had been.

Looking at Zhang Kun, Qi Xiangyang looked hesitant, opened his mouth and stopped talking, holding a big red book in both hands, proof of ownership.

Seeing Qi Xiangyang like this, Zhang Kun's silent face finally showed a smile, and reached out to stop Qi Xiangyang's mouth that seemed to want to say something, and called Qi Xiangyang to the living room.

"Sit." Zhang Kun greeted Qi Xiangyang and sat down.

Qi Xiangyang sat down slowly, holding the big red book in his hand, hesitated for a long time, and seemed to have to muster up the courage, and finally said: "Senior Brother, I was Meng Lang yesterday, I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick. I can't accept this Zangzhen Pavilion. I would like to ask you, Senior Brother..."

However, before Qi Xiangyang finished speaking, Zhang Kun interrupted again and waved his hand with a smile.

In fact, when Qi Xiangyang appeared at his door and was holding the certificate of ownership in his hand, Zhang Kun knew a little about what Qi Xiangyang wanted to say.

Since waking up, Zhang Kun, who had been silent, finally showed a sincere smile on his face.

Zhang Kun sighed with a smile and said, "I was still a little too hasty yesterday. I had wanted to say something to you for a long time, but I haven't had time. Now I'll talk to you."

Zhang Kun paused for a few seconds, organized the language, and then whispered: "Xiangyang, the teacher is gone."

Qi Xiangyang paused for half a second, then nodded.

Zhang Kun smiled and did not explain the meaning of this sentence. For Qi Xiangyang, Yao Zhiping had been away for a long time, but he didn't know that for Zhang Kun, Yao Zhiping was the real departure yesterday.

But it doesn't matter. Zhang Kun continued to smile and said, "The teacher has left, but he has left us a lot of things. I believe you know it in your heart, or in other words, people in the entire cultural and entertainment circle will have some idea in your heart."

"The teacher was recognized as the number one appraisal master in the entire Chinese cultural relics industry during his lifetime, and was also a great collector. If you want to say how many teachers have, it is definitely impossible for anyone to know, but it will definitely not be missing."

"Senior Brother gives you a clear idea. The value of all the collections left by the teacher is more than ten times the value of all the collections in Zangzhen Pavilion, or even twenty times."

Qi Xiangyang's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air from his mouth.

Last night, when everyone was drinking too much during the meal, Qi Xiangyang probably knew the total value of the collection in Zangzhen Pavilion in the whim that Hou Baoguo accidentally revealed.

The Zangzhen Pavilion was organized by Hou Baoguo, and all the collections were also compiled and stored one by one by Hou Baoguo. Therefore, the one who knows the most about the value of the Zangzhen Pavilion collection is Hou Baoguo.

Yesterday, Jiao Guoan once gave an estimate to the Zangzhen Pavilion collection, which was far more than 100 million, or even close to 100 million.
Chapter completed!