I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

After figuring it out, Lin Dafu took Mr. Qi to the warehouse.

Mr. Qi looked at the warehouse, his face full of confusion as he asked, "Fatty? What's wrong with you? You put six locks on this door. Let me ask you, isn't this too much trouble for you?"

Lin Dafu looked at him with disdain and said, "Don't challenge my job with your knowledge! This is just the beginning! I added eight more doors and ninety-three locks!"

Mr. Qi was speechless after hearing this. He thought to himself, this guy is really stingy to the extreme, and this surname is absolutely right.

After Lin Dafu worked hard for half an hour, the door of the warehouse was finally opened.

Lin Dafu hurriedly pulled Mr. Qi into the warehouse, then skillfully closed the warehouse door and locked it from the inside.

Mr. Qi looked at the lock inside and was even more shocked: "No? Fatty, you installed a lock in there? Who would install a lock in a warehouse?"

"Don't worry about it. His Majesty has said before that safety comes first, not to mention money."

"Okay, stop arguing. Come on, take a look and pick up anything you like! The sooner you pick, the sooner you'll be done. I'm making you feel uncomfortable just looking at me!"

Lin Dafu said impatiently.

Seeing the uncomfortable look on Fatty Lin's face, Mr. Qi also made a face, which made Fatty Lin even more uncomfortable.

After the commotion, Mr. Qi turned to look at the warehouse. When he saw the dazzling array of collections, he turned to look at Lin Dafu in shock: "Are you a Pixiu? How can you store so much?"

Mr. Qi stood in the treasure house, his eyes flashing with excitement.

The shelves around are filled with all kinds of rare treasures, including ancient bronzes, warm and delicate jades, and colorful porcelains. Each piece seems to be telling an ancient and mysterious story.

He was always known for his intelligence and wisdom, but at this moment he was a little at a loss.

Those treasures exuded such a fascinating charm that he didn't know where to start appreciating them.

His eyes wandered among these treasures like an adventurer lost in a treasure maze.

Just as his eyes were attracted by a rhinoceros-shaped object and he couldn't help but reach out to pick it up for careful examination, a big, fat hand suddenly slapped his hand away.

Lin Dafu came closer with his round body, and said with a face full of reproach: "Old Qi, look at how impatient you are! These are all treasures, you can't touch them carelessly."

As he spoke, he handed Mr. Qi a pair of white silk gloves. The texture of the gloves was soft and as delicate as clouds.

Mr. Qi looked up at Lin Dafu, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Then he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and praised him, "Professional!"

He took the gloves and put them on carefully, looking very cautious, which was very different from his usual calm personality.

After putting on gloves, he took the rhinoceros in front of him in his hands and examined it over and over again.

Sometimes he squinted his eyes and carefully examined the patterns on the rhino's body; sometimes he gently touched it with his fingers to feel its texture; sometimes he held the rhino in front of his eyes, trying to find some hidden clues from all angles.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed confusion. It was obvious that the difficulty of identifying this treasure exceeded his expectations.

Looking at Mr. Qi's conflicted look, Lin Dafu straightened his back proudly, and his round belly swayed slightly with his movements.

He deliberately cleared his throat and raised his voice to say, "Old Qi, do you know what this is?"

His tone was full of confidence, like a master who possessed exclusive secrets.

Mr. Qi shook his head helplessly and replied with some annoyance, "Fatty, I really don't know. I can only tell that it's from the Han Dynasty. As for the rest, I can't tell."

He paused, then continued, "Every profession has its own expertise. Please teach me!"