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In the car, Jiang Fei whistled. This time there was a set of tables and chairs for Huanghuali. Why worry, the old man wouldn't help. Although the price was a little expensive, he would not suffer any losses when he had a good relationship with the old man.

At the door of the Song Mansion, after Jiang Fei stopped the car, he put the set of Huanghuali's tables and chairs at the door, and then went over to knock on the door.

Bang bang bang bang!

The door knocked very loudly, and it seemed particularly loud on this morning.

Soon, the butler came to open the door. After seeing that it was Jiang Fei, he looked at him strangely.

Jiang Fei smiled and asked, "Butler Song, is the old man at home?"

Butler Song nodded and said, "Mr. Is there anything wrong?"

Jiang Fei pointed to the Huanghuali table and chair outside, and said happily on his face: "Help me bring these in, I'll find Mr. Song."

The servant held the table and chairs, and the butler led the way in front, and Jiang Fei came to the courtyard.

At this time, Mr. Song was practicing Tai Chi in the yard. His slow movements looked very energetic. He could not tell that Mr. Song was an old man.

"Old man, this Tai Chi is really good, and it's a bosom."

When Mr. Song finished punching, Jiang Fei hurriedly stepped forward and started to praise him.

Mr. Song closed his fists, stroked his beard, and smiled kindly, "My friend, what's going to come today?"

Jiang Fei said in surprise: "You are such a godly man, how can you know I have something to do with you?"

"If you don't have anything to do, come in."

Entering the hall, a bowl of porridge and two buns were Mr. Song’s breakfast, and Jiang Fei was also prepared, but it was soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Having breakfast, the servants outside carried Huanghuali's table and chairs in and placed them in the hall.

"My friend, what do you mean?" Old Master Song asked, putting down the bowl and looking at the tables and chairs.

Jiang Fei bit the fried dough sticks, drank soy milk, and said with a smile: "Old man, didn't you say you would go to the Three Treasures Palace just now? I'm so kind to many people, I won't blame you."

"You have also helped Zhenhua so many things. If you have something to ask me for, just say it directly, why bother to give me something?" Mr. Song was a little dissatisfied. If he had given gifts every time, wouldn't he have to be in danger of his health?

Jiang Fei waved his hand and smiled, "Old man, it's useless for me to keep this thing, so how can I use it for you?"

There is spiritual power in this table and chair, and sitting has the effect of prolonging life. Now I still need this backer, so I naturally want Mr. Song to live a hundred years old.

"This is Huanghuali's." Old Master Song said, looking at the table and chairs.

Jiang Fei gave a thumbs up and praised: "The old man really has a good vision."

Old Master Song got up, walked to the table and chairs, and reached out to rub it on it.

"This should not be an ordinary table and chair, it should be a royal family."

Jiang Fei was also standing beside Mr. Song, looking at the pattern on it, and said, "Old man, I just think this thing is very suitable for this big mansion, and I don't know the specific origin."

He is not stupid. If he tells the origin of this thing, he will become a tomb robber at that time.

Mr. Song nodded, looked at the carved patterns on it, and said lightly: "This should be a royal family, with python patterns engraved on it. The former director was at least a royal family. I don't know which prince of the Ming Dynasty it was."

The sixteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty, each emperor had so many brothers. The king's right hand was hereditary. I don't know how many princes there were. Who knows which prince this thing belongs to.

"No." Old Master Song seemed to have appeared again, and carefully observed it, saying, "This prince should have fought the world with the emperor. The python is almost about to turn into a dragon."

He thought quietly. The kings of the Ming Dynasty, who were named kings of different surnames, followed Zhu Yuanzhang to conquer the world. Those who were all named kings after death were not allowed to have such patterns. After all, this thing was used in front of him.

After thinking about it, Mr. Song said, "This should be the property of King Ning Xian Zhu Quan. At that time, his army was in trouble with Zhu Di, the ancestor of Ming Chenggong, so he was awarded a honor before his death."

Jiang Fei was stunned when he heard this. This old man was so awesome. He just looked at the pattern and guessed who it was. No wonder the old man was so good at studying antiques. It was indeed not a prank.

"You are still good at it. You can guess this. I am really ashamed of myself."

Mr. Song waved his hand, pulled a chair and sat on it, rubbed the lines on it with his right hand, and said lightly: "It's just some knowledge, nothing. This table and chair are really good, so I accepted it. My friend, can you tell me what you are doing now."

Jiang Fei told Mr. Song about Wang mì                                                          

"It's just such a small matter, why do you need these things? My friend, you're a little over it." Old Master Song said with a smile.

These things are of great value, and they are passed down by famous princes in history. In the eyes of Mr. Song, even ten kings are not as good as these tables and chairs.

"Don't you know that you love this antique, Mr. Yunxuan and I are brothers. If you want to be like this, you are still my grandfather. You are the younger generation who gives gifts to elders. Is this okay?"

Jiang Fei climbed up along the pole, which made Mr. Song feel so happy. He stroked his palm and said, "I didn't expect that you and Yun Xuan are still in such a good relationship. OK, I'll accept this thing."

Jiang Fei's eyes lit up. His words were another meaning. He said that he and Song Yunxuan were brothers and his grandfather was his grandfather. Then he was not a member of the Song family. From now on, he would blatantly use the banner of the Song family and no one dared to say about him.

"Leave your affairs to me, Lao Song, and let Zhenhua know."

Butler Song nodded quickly and turned around and left. After seeing that the matter was settled, Jiang Fei also said goodbye and left, and drove straight to Shangning TV Station.

"Wife, I'm at the TV station, where are you?" Jiang Fei called out to Zhao Qianrou, asked about the address, and rushed directly to the TV station building.

Zhao Qianrou was chatting with Ning Haixue there, waiting to see Master Zheng. After seeing Jiang Fei coming, she quickly reminded: "When I see Master Zheng later, don't make trouble for me, be sincere in admitting my mistakes."

"No problem, no problem." Jiang Fei agreed with a smile, but he felt disdainful in his heart. He apologized, and it may not be necessary for anyone to apologize to whom.

"You are really good, Wang mì                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          �

"I know, I admit my mistake, Ning Damian měi        nǚ, when will I meet Master?" Jiang Fei nodded and bowed, looking like he was so resolute.
Chapter completed!