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What a nice view...

These are the only two words in Zhu Zhenghao’s mind right now, and only these two words.

At this moment, all he could see was the beautiful figure in the swimming pool. However, before he could come to his senses, he saw an ordinary-looking man walking out from the first floor.

When the man walked out, the woman in the swimming pool actually walked out of the water and kissed the man very naturally.

At this moment, there seemed to be a faint sound of breaking glass in the air.

At this moment, there was no trace of greed in Zhu Zhenghao's eyes. It was all replaced by jealousy. And deeper down, a hint of madness and inferiority emerged from time to time.

Why, why on earth, are you such a perfect woman, why are you willing to cling to that man's arms? Is it just because he is rich?

At this moment, an unparalleled desire for wealth suddenly emerged in Zhu Zhenghao's heart.

This scene was naturally not seen by Huang Bingzhong, but it was seen by Qiao Lan who was passing by outside.

Qiao Lan had actually just recovered from her study state. After learning most of the skills on the USB flash drive last night, Qiao Lan found that everyone in the house was resting, so she naturally returned to the bedroom.

Therefore, she spent the whole morning lying alone in her bedroom studying on the computer.

Because of this, Zhu Zhenghao and Huang Bingzhong did not see her when they came.

At this time, Huang Bingzhong was completely immersed in checking the bamboo slips, while Zhu Zhenghao, who was standing beside him, thought that there was no one in the villa except Tang Zhenguo in the living room on the first floor and two people in the backyard.

Therefore, he first looked around carefully, and then after making sure there was no surveillance, he quietly took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the dozen or so bamboo slips he had classified. Then, while his master was not paying attention, he secretly sent the photos to a WeChat friend with the note "Banker".

After doing all this, Zhu Zhenghao quickly deleted the photos and put away his phone, then continued to pretend to sort the bamboo slips on the ground.

In fact, Tang Zhenguo said that it would take a year to repair these bamboo slips, which is a bit exaggerated. What really takes time is the early sorting and the later arrangement.

The actual restoration process was relatively painless. It simply involved preparing a series of potions, soaking the bamboo slips one by one, and then drying them in the shade.

Compared with these, the most troublesome thing is sorting, because in ancient times, in order to save bamboo slips, people tried to reduce the number of engraved words as much as possible, which is the so-called "classical Chinese".

Since the number of words in the main text has been reduced as much as possible, there will be no punctuation marks.

Therefore, once a long classical Chinese text engraved on bamboo slips is broken up and mixed together, it will be extremely difficult to sort and organize it.

What's more, this is "Book of Music", an ancient book that has theoretically been lost. No one knows what the original text of "Book of Music" is. Therefore, in the subsequent sorting process, it is necessary to translate and understand it while sorting. If there is a problem with the translation, the sorting order is likely to be wrong.

Tang Zhenguo estimates that this process may take a year.

However, Liao Fan did not intend to let Huang Bingzhong and his apprentice stay here for so long. For them, restoration was their job. Liao Fan planned to ask someone else to do the sorting and rebinding.

He also didn't plan to have anyone come to the scene to sort them. He planned to take some time later to take pictures of the bamboo slips one by one and then make a file package.

Time flies, half a month has passed.

During the past half month, Huang Bingzhong worked more than 10 hours almost every day. Although he is nearly 80 years old, the spirit he shows every day is much higher than that of Zhu Zhenghao, who is in his 20s and sits next to him.

In the past half month, Zhu Zhenghao was able to accompany Huang Bingzhong and help him every day in a proper manner. However, gradually, the mechanical and repetitive work made him more and more impatient. Once, he even almost damaged one of the bamboo slips.

Therefore, Huang Bingzhong later asked him to be responsible for chores such as serving tea and water, and temporarily prevented him from participating in the restoration work.

In the past half month, Yang Xue has found a housekeeper and a maid for Liao Fan.

The butler was an Englishman named Wilson, who once served a British baron. However, the baron, whose name was unknown, lost his entire family in a car accident, so he became unemployed when he was less than 40 years old.

When Yang Xue found him through the dark web that she got from Huang Zhiwen, he was almost dying.

The high bank debts made him breathless, and living in the baron's house for many years also prevented him from getting married and having children.

When Yang Xue contacted him, he agreed without hesitation as soon as Yang Xue explained the salary and job content to him.

After Yang Xue learned about Liao Fan's income, she directly paid off his bank debt by advancing his salary.

In addition to Wilson, the butler, three maids were also hired, all of whom were Filipinos, named Sasha, Sangina, and Lumba.

Tang Shilong had helped find these three people. Originally, Liao Fan planned to use binding scrolls on them like Wilson, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not necessary for the time being.

Liao Fan kept all the shameful things in the house in a secret room, but the three of them could not enter the secret room.

Even if people knew about the existence of such a secret room, Liao Fan was not worried, because during the decoration, Liao Fan asked the designer to fill a large amount of thermite in the walls around the secret room in advance.

The combination lock in the locker room is more for disarming the alarm than opening the door.

Because as long as the door of the secret room is opened without entering the password, or if the password is entered incorrectly three times in a row, the thermite in the wall of the secret room will be ignited directly.

At that time, the high temperature of up to 2500 degrees will melt everything in the secret room into a lump of iron.

That day, Liao Fan was drinking tea and chatting with Wilson in the living room on the first floor when he suddenly saw Huang Bingzhong walking over, followed by Zhu Zhenghao.

Seeing the other party packing up his things, Liao Fan asked, "Mr. Huang, are you done?"

"Yes, it's all done. Although they haven't been sorted yet, the bamboo slips themselves have been restored. To be honest, this is also due to the fact that these bamboo slips are well preserved. Apart from the blurred handwriting on them, the bamboo slips themselves have not suffered much damage.

I'm really curious about what kind of environment could allow these bamboo pieces, which have been around for more than 2000 years, to be preserved so well. If we can figure this out, it will definitely be a great discovery."

Hearing Huang Bingzhong say this, Liao Fan felt a little excited. As long as he could reorganize and bind these bamboo slips, his museum would have its most valuable treasure.

Standing up and motioning Huang Bingzhong to join them, Liao Fan and Wilson headed straight towards the study. Liao Fan seemed not to notice the anxious look on Zhu Zhenghao's face.

Pushing open the study door and looking at the neatly arranged bamboo slips on the ground in front of him, Liao Fan couldn't help but admire the extraordinary wisdom of these traditional craftsmen.

The bamboo slips, which had become very blurred due to the erosion of time, now looked brand new.

Although the bamboo slips themselves still looked very worn and as if they would break at any time, the words on them were clear as if they had just been written.

Liao Fan had also secretly observed the potion used by Huang Bingzhong in the past few days. It was made by mixing extracts of various plants or minerals in specific proportions, and then soaking the bamboo slips in the potion.

After the specified time, take out the bamboo strips one by one and place them in a dark box that is ventilated but dark to dry.

When it was finally taken out, the bamboo strip itself had regained some of its toughness, and the words on it were magically revealed one by one.

Not only Liao Fan was shocked by this scene, but even Wilson who was standing next to him kept exclaiming words like "Magical China".

Seeing that all the bamboo slips were repaired intact, Liao Fan stood up and motioned Wilson to get a checkbook from the desk, and then wrote the number 200 million directly on it.

After signing his name, he tore off the check and placed it in front of Huang Bingzhong, indicating to him that this was the remuneration for his work.

The two had already agreed on this before, and Huang Bingzhong didn't hesitate to put it away and put it in his inner pocket.

But just as the two of them walked to the porch and were about to leave, Wilson had already walked to the main door of the villa, locked the door, and just stood there blocking their way out.