Hong Kong is in full swing

Noticing the change in address, Gu Dajun's heart trembled. He calmly closed the tea lid and put it down gently, "Please speak."

He gestured for Yu Wan to continue.

Yu Wan gently unfolded the first painting in her hand, and saw a work depicting a landscape before her.

Seeing this, Gu Dajun raised his eyebrows in surprise, and seemed to have a strong interest in the painting.

"'Longing for Family'?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion and curiosity.

Yu Wan smiled faintly and did not rush to explain. Instead, she showed another scroll.

This action aroused Gu Dajun's curiosity even more. He also stood up and walked closer to carefully examine the second "Missing Family" picture.

This work is more exquisite and delicate than the previous one, and the layout of the picture is more exquisite, which makes Gu Dajun marvel at Yu Wan's painting talent.

Shocked, Gu Dajun turned to look at Yu Wan, trying to decipher the true purpose of her visit. "What is the relationship between Manager Yu and Mei Shuying?"

His eyes were full of inquiry.

But Yu Wan didn't answer directly. Instead, she asked with a sharp gleam in her eyes, "What is the relationship between Mr. Gu and Duan Fei?"

This sentence seems casual, but in fact it is tit-for-tat and directly points to Gu Dajun's concerns.

Thinking of the young man from Hong Kong who visited him several times, Gu Dajun frowned slightly.

His heart was filled with doubts and confusion.

When he looked at Yu Wan again, he gave a meaningful smile.

Gu Dajun, sitting back in his chair, seemed much calmer than before.

His eyes became more determined, and he seemed to relax a lot.

After taking a sip of water from the teacup in his hand, he said calmly, "I have guessed your intention to some extent."

"But I'm not the one you're looking for."

"You got the wrong person."

Yu Wan noticed this change and responded with a smile, "Actually, I haven't said anything clearly yet."

There was a hint of mischief and curiosity in her tone, as if to suggest that she hadn't really revealed her true colors.

"I've long heard that you're highly accomplished in calligraphy and painting appraisal. I've taken the liberty of visiting you in the hope that you can help me determine which of these two works is the authentic one."

Yu Wan stared at Gu Dajun's eyes, hoping to catch even the slightest flaw or clue.

Gu Dajun glanced at the two paintings of "Missing Family" placed side by side on the table.

"Manager Yu, why are you doing this? I've never seen the original 'Longing for Family', so how can I know if it's real?"

His answer sounded relaxed, but his eyes hid some complicated emotions.

"But I have an idea."

Gu Dajun suddenly had an idea and said, "Take these two paintings back and let An Jing take a look. If she can't tell the difference, you can find an opportunity to get her to leave. How about that?"

There seemed to be some dissatisfaction or expectation implied in his words.

Take the opportunity to let her go back to her hometown.

Yu Wan stared at him closely and asked, "Since Mr. Gu doesn't know which of the two paintings is the real one, let me change the question."

"Teacher Mei asked me to help her investigate the person behind the fake painting. As a junior, I need to seek advice from seniors like you in many areas. For example, Mr. Gu, if you were the one who forged the painting, how would you forge it?"

Her voice was tentative and searching, and every word was filled with sincerity and persistence.

Having said that, it’s almost like asking directly - Gu Dajun, are you Duan Fei’s behind-the-scenes counterfeiter?

Gu Dajun looked at Yu Wan quietly for a long time, sighed, and then slowly stood up, "Come with me."

There was a hint of fatigue in his tone, as if the conversation had exhausted him.

Yu Wan immediately followed with the painting in her arms, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in the quiet room.

They walked all the way to the basement door, and when they saw the door lock, Yu Wan hesitated whether to go in.

She began to feel uneasy and confused.

Gu Dajun turned around and looked at her, his eyes sharp as he asked, "Why, Manager Yu doesn't dare to go in?"

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and there was a glint of challenge in his eyes.

Yu Wan paused, gathering her thoughts, and said, "Uncle Gu, please go first."

Her words contained both respect and an indescribable nervousness.

Gu Dajun: ...

This little troublemaker.

He rolled his eyes, pushed open the basement door, turned on the light, then stood in the middle and waved to Yu Wan.

The lights gradually lit up, illuminating the underground space, dim and hazy.

Yu Wan walked in slowly and was shocked when she saw the scene inside.

Before your eyes is a row of neatly arranged Chinese paintings, each beautifully framed, making you feel as if you are in an ancient art palace.

She slowly walked into the underground treasure house, her eyes filled with wonder and awe.

Gu Kaizhi, Zhao Mengfu, Wu Daozi, Yan Liben...

She couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body.

It is incredible that these famous works appear here so densely.

Every step was like walking in the long river of history, making her heart beat faster and feeling a little dazed.

Yu Wan felt a chill.

Everything before her eyes made her feel mysterious and shocking, as if every detail was telling a legendary story.

All the famous Chinese paintings can be found here.

"Uncle Gu..."

Her voice trembled with excitement and shock that were difficult to conceal.

This feeling was something she had never experienced before and it left her almost speechless.

Gu Dajun glanced at the paintings and whispered, "They're all fake."

His eyes were deep and his tone was calm, yet revealed a firmness.

Every word seemed to tell Yu Wan that the secret here was not simple.

"But I can guarantee that if you take any painting out for inspection, no one will tell it's fake."

His tone was very certain.

Apparently he had tried.

This kind of confidence is not something that can be achieved casually.

Every test is to verify this superb craftsmanship and sophisticated technology.

Yu Wan felt even colder.

This feeling is not just physical coldness, but more of an inner fear and confusion about the unknown.

"Did Uncle Gu do all this?"

Gu Dajun looked at the paintings and shook his head slightly: "I didn't do it."

There was a hint of nostalgia and admiration in his words.

These paintings are not only works of art, but also a reflection of certain emotions.

His voice suddenly became distant, as if he was reminiscing about the past. His fingers almost touched the painting, but stopped at the last moment, pulled back his hand and said, "This is the work of my senior brother."

The past seemed to flicker in his eyes, and those youthful memories were as vivid and real as the colors in the painting.

"Ghost Hand, Anton."

-Yu Wan came out of Gu's house holding the painting in a daze.

The miracles he had just witnessed were still reverberating in his mind, and his steps faltered slightly.

When she was leaving, she ran into An Jing, who was jumping around with something in her hand. The girl saw her and ran over excitedly, shouting, "Boss!"