Reward the anchor and become stronger

Chapter 61
After taking apart the wooden frame of the oil painting, Yang laughed at everything and carefully observed every accessory.

Looking at it this way, it really looks a bit famous.

Not on the painting, but in the wooden frame.

The wooden frames used to mount the oil paintings are relatively thick. Yang Xiao found that there seemed to be a dark layer in one of them. After groping slowly, he finally opened the blockage of the dark layer and took out something from it.

Yang Xiao was overjoyed.

Sure enough!

It was a strip-shaped object about 30 centimeters long and about five or six centimeters in diameter.

The outside is covered with a layer of gray material, a bit like paper, and a bit like cloth. I can't tell what the material is, but it feels very textured in the hand, and it has a strange smell.

It should be fireproof, moistureproof and insectproof.

This layer of special material was tightly wrapped, and it took Yang Xiao a lot of effort to untie it. Inside was a roll of dark yellow paper. Just looking at the color of the paper, there was a sense of history.

Estimated some years.

Spread the roll of paper on the desk, about [-] centimeters wide and [-] centimeters long. When it is fully unfolded, a vigorous and majestic Chinese ink landscape painting immediately appears in front of you.

There are high mountains, flowing water, pavilions, birds and animals, and bamboo and village trees.

They are all freehand, with a touch of elegance.

There is no inscription or seal on it, only a poem.

The poem said: Once you go two or three miles, there are four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers.

Yang Xiao naturally knew this poem and could memorize it in elementary school.

"Mountain Village Song Huai" by Shao Yong in the Northern Song Dynasty

Could this painting be from the Northern Song Dynasty?
Looking at the yellowed paper, there is also a heavy feeling of vicissitudes.

The paper should be good rice paper.

However, Xuan paper seems to have been widely used in the middle and late Ming Dynasty. Although there was paper in the Northern Song Dynasty, silk was mostly used for painting.

As for this ink painting?
Yang Xiao can't see any famous tricks, but he is vigorous and vivid, elegant and dusty. Well, these eight characters are panacea, anyway, any decent ink painting can say the same.

I looked at it carefully for a while, and I couldn't see anything abnormal when I looked at the flowers. After thinking about it, I'd better take it home and explore it slowly.

In any case, this is at least an ancient painting.

When the time comes to find an expert in antique appraisal, it should be worth some money.

But why is this painting hidden in the oil painting and hung in that place?
And that small safe, why is it hidden in the sandwich layer of the decorative panel of the bar counter?
Very strange!

It seems that it should be put in during the early renovation, and it is obviously unrealistic to do it later.

And why is that painting still hanging there?

If it is taken away by a waiter or simply thrown into a corner to gather dust, wouldn’t it be in vain?

After thinking about it, Yang Xiao couldn't figure out why.

want to ask the system.

But this system of [rewarding the anchor will become stronger] is quite unintelligent.

In addition to triggering or meeting the system conditions, it will pop up to say a few words, and the rest of the time seems to be as if it does not exist, no matter how you call, there is no response.

Forget it, let’s explore again when we go home.

Isn't there a lot of ways to make ordinary paper reveal its secrets by immersing it in water or using a special material?

Maybe give it a try?
After finishing the scroll, put it on his body, and put the oil painting frame on, Yang Xiao left the office and handed the sunflower to Sun Qiulu.

"Is this painting hanging here all the time?"

"Why not change it?
Yang Xiao asked casually.

Sun Qiulu blinked her eyes, looking a little surprised: "Boss, I thought you took this painting away and thought you knew about it."

Yang Xiao's heart moved.

Have a story?
"how do I say this?"

Only then did Sun Qiulu speak eloquently.

It turned out that before the store opened, the former owner Guo Jiacheng invited a Feng Shui master to give advice on wealth.

Hong Kong businessmen, they all believe in this thing.

The Feng Shui master asked him to buy an oil painting of sunflowers and hang them on the decorative panel of the bar, saying that it is the cave of wealth.

It's called fortune to the sun!

And with a lot of attention, this painting must not be tampered with, otherwise it will bring bad luck.

Then the former boss bought this oil painting. It is said that the seller was introduced by Mr. Feng Shui. It is not expensive, only about a hundred and ten dollars.

Since then, this oil painting has taken root in this position.

Normally employees are not allowed to touch it.

Seeing that Yang Xiao took it away, Guo Qiulu thought that her predecessor, Lao Xi, had told him about it, and that he had taken it to study the luck of wealth.

He didn't think about it but he didn't know.

After Yang Xiao listened, he suddenly realized that this was the case.

It seems that Feng Shui master is the key!

But it is also ironic to say that this store has been open for less than a year in total, and it will die three months after opening, and the rest of the time can be regarded as lingering.

Return fortune to the sun?
Good day dog!

"Thank you for your hard work. Just do some cleaning. I'll ask the cleaner to do it tomorrow. You guys should leave early, and I'll be leaving first."

Under the leadership of the deputy store manager Guo Qiulu, the other two waiters are doing hygiene very seriously.

The girl among them was the ruthless person who swallowed the cockroach.

Yang Xiao was deeply impressed.

It seems that as a foreman, if he has the courage to contribute to the store, it is worth staying.

"It's okay, no hard work, boss, you go first, leave it to us."

Sun Qiulu said with a smile while wiping her sweat.

Yang Xiao was not hypocritical, waved his hand and left.

……

I ate something casually on the way, and then went to the Second Affiliated Hospital to drive my car away. When I returned to Huayuan Apartment, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Can't wait to find out the small safe.

Look left, look right, it is an ordinary safe, the size of a beer crate, with a mechanical code, and it is heavy in the hand.

Yang Xiao was very curious, what's in it?
How to open?

Find someone?

Forget it, this size is also considered a secret, if it is revealed, who knows what will happen.

Password yourself?
Unrealistic.

The mechanical combination lock has a total of ten numbers.

Even if he is deceived into the next life, he may not be able to get it right.

After thinking for a while, Yang Xiao brought a knife.

Dark Iron Kitchen Knife.

The black iron from the sky is tempered by the fire of the earth, it cuts gold and jade, exorcises and subdues demons!
In Miss San's big factory shed, he had already tried it once, the egg-thick steel bars were like peeling tofu.

The tiger was so frightened that he peed.

It shouldn't be a big problem to cut open the safety box.

Picking up the Xuantie kitchen knife and making gestures, Yang Xiao didn't use the knife for a long time, feeling a little scrupulous in his heart.

For example, if it is violently opened, the safe will not self-destruct, right?

Also, will it damage the contents?

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Xiao put down the knife and unfolded the Chinese ink landscape painting.

This painting must be related to that safe.

Where is the connection?

Does it have to be soaked in water and baked in fire to make it reveal the truth?
Looking at it, Yang Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up.

[Two or three miles away, there are four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers. 】

To be honest, this poem is written in a graceful and flowing way, but it doesn't seem to be suitable for the occasion.

And most importantly, it seems to be all numbers.

Could this be the password?
12345678910?

You can't be so childish, can you?
With the mentality of giving it a try, Yang Xiao twisted the mechanical combination lock and turned it one by one.

It turned out to be fucking open.

Yang Xiao was stunned for half a minute, then he let out a deep breath, looking up to the sky and speechless.

high!
It's really high!

If it weren't for the reminder, he would never have imagined that the password would be so simple.

(End of this chapter)