Sea-hunting: With the system in hand, my eyes are the ruler

When Jiang Han and his companions arrived, Xin Gaoyang was already in the room.

He took the broom in the house and swept the dust.

Tang Qin has sharp eyes and feels something is wrong no matter how she looks at it.

"Jiang Han, are you sure this place belongs to you?"

"Yeah." He found out it was his.

Tang Qin didn't believe it, but she didn't say anything more. If people in their line of work followed the instructions from above, what was the point of doing business?

She put on white gloves and began to carefully examine the things in the house.

Tang Qin had already seen the photos, and now when she saw the real thing, she was amazed again.

"This long and low cabinet is made of small-leaf red sandalwood. The bed is made of Hainan Huanghuali wood."

The other tables, washstands and flower stands are all made of wenge.

Tang Qin looked at the four long benches beside the Eight Immortals Table and frowned slightly, "What a pity, they don't match this table."

Jiang Han glanced at Xin Gaoyang. This guy was always talkative, but with a true expert here, he didn't say a word.

Thinking about what his father had done before, Jiang Han also understood Xin Gaoyang's state. Xin Gaoyang would say so much to him because he was really defenseless against him.

Jiang Han also noticed that the benches were not the same set. "Is there a lot of money missing?"

Tang Qin nodded, "That's for sure."

He reached out and touched one of the long benches. "The Eight Immortals Table also has long benches, but the wood is definitely the same. Wenge with wenge. These long benches are ordinary elm."

Jiang Han also recognized that this was elm.

When he was a child, many people in the village had this kind of elm bench at home. Some were made of pine, and the style was similar.

Later, those that were broken were broken, and those that were taken away were taken away.

This kind of long bench is no longer seen in the city now.

Tang Qin continued, "If I'm not mistaken, this wenge wood eight-immortal table was originally meant to be paired with eight wenge wood square stools. Two on each side, just right to match the square shape of the table."

Jiang Han felt it was a pity because the Qian family had built this house for the young master in a hurry.

The things inside must have been prepared in a hurry. It's normal that the table and stools don't match.

As for the other items, why are they all exquisite? Perhaps it is because the original items of the Qian family are all exquisite in themselves.

Jiang Han opened the door of the long cabinet again, and Tang Qin's eyes lit up.

Although I have seen photos, seeing it in person is really different from seeing it in photos.

No matter how high the pixel of a photo is, some details and textures are difficult to capture.

This whole set of enamel porcelain with a hundred flowers falling to the ground is simply amazing.

There are three large jars made of famille rose porcelain at the bottom of the cabinet, which are also very beautiful.

"Don't." Jiang Han shouted.

It was too late. Tang Qin had already opened a pastel porcelain jar, and a foul odor emanated from it.

Tang Qin quickly closed the lid.

She was a girl after all, and she felt a little nauseous when she suddenly smelled such a smell.

I ran outside and retched twice. I felt better after getting enough fresh air.

Jiang Han took out a bottle of water from his backpack and wanted to give it to Tang Qin, but Li Dashan next to him handed the water to Tang Qin before Jiang Han did.

Jiang Han glanced at Li Dashan. The Tang family raised a really good person. He could carry things, lift things, fight, and was gentle and considerate. He could even help you drive.

Simply.

Tang Qin drank the water that Li Dashan handed over, "Jiang Han, is there anything here that you can't touch? Tell me clearly all at once."

"Gone."

Tang Qin stared at him, expressing her disbelief.

Jiang Han thought for a moment, "There are a few quilts in the low cabinet. There's a strong musty smell. If you mind, don't open the low cabinet."

Tang Qin looked at the low cabinet and asked, "Is there a quilt inside?"

"Yes." The smell in the cabinet was still bearable for Jiang Han.

But everyone's acceptance level is different. Judging from Tang Qin's reaction just now, Jiang Han felt that Tang Qin might not be able to tolerate this taste.