Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 712 Hong Kong Turmoil: Ordered to Cause Trouble
Gao Dongxu took Xu Qin to a five-star hotel arranged by the local authorities to rest, but the night was long and they were getting bored.

Gao Dongxu drove his new supercar and, under the cover of night, sped through Chang'an City while enjoying the beautiful night view.

Actually, there's a lot to learn about speeding in the city. You should never use fourth or fifth gear right away with a new car. You must start in first gear. After shifting to second or third gear, you must learn to use the brakes and not just keep accelerating.

When you shift into fourth or fifth gear and press the brake, if you can feel the engine vibrating, you must learn to shift gears by listening to the sound. At this point, immediately shift to sixth gear and give the accelerator to over 3,000 RPM.

At this point, you'll see that the car has transformed into an airplane and taken off.

While Gao Dongxu was enjoying his high-speed car chase, Xu Yuan, who had been searching for crucial evidence to prove the authenticity of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival," followed the route he had taken, circling around most of the country, and finally returned to Yanjiao, near the old execution ground, to a mound covered with a layer of lush green weeds, densely covered with ant nests, blending into the surrounding environment.

In the dead of night, digging up graves, Xu Yuan held a flashlight to the small mound in front of him, a helpless, bitter smile on his face. Fortunately, he had specifically asked the Liao family descendants for permission before coming.
Xu Yuan arranged the incense and candles he carried with him, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Liao Ding's grave, muttering: "The Five Families have met with disaster, and I have no choice but to offend them by opening the grave today. The Five Families are the lifeblood of Xu Yicheng. If he were alive, he would not stand idly by. I hope that Grandpa Liao's spirit in heaven can understand and not blame me."

After saying that, he picked up the entrenching tool, plunged it hard into the soil, and then lifted it up with both hands to shovel out a clod of soil.

The mound wasn't large, and Xu Yuan quickly dug it all out, revealing a standard main burial chamber with left and right side chambers, but it was very small, almost like a miniature model.

After a few more shovelfuls, in the center of the tomb, the shovel head suddenly struck something. He quickly bent down and dug a brocade box out of the soil.

The box was only about a foot square, made entirely of iron, and covered with a layer of brocade. The brocade was so rotten that its original color was unrecognizable, and it would crumble at the slightest touch. The outer shell of the box was covered in rust, and the four characters "Tomb of Liao Dingzhi" could be barely discerned on it.

Xu Yuan carefully lifted the metal box out and found that it wasn't locked, only held in place by a rotten wooden peg. He removed the peg, opened the box, and inside was a pile of grayish-white ashes.

Traces of paper ash can also be discerned in cremated remains. The two are easily distinguishable: cremated remains have larger, grayish-white particles, while paper ash is blackish and finer.

Xu Yuan's face turned deathly pale, and he could barely hold the box. He thought his last glimmer of hope had vanished completely. He was so close to the truth, yet he fell at the very last step.

Xu Yuan slumped onto the grass in dejection, the frustration in his chest almost suffocating him. In his utter disarray, his right hand slipped, and the box tilted to one side. Xu Yuan was startled, breaking out in a cold sweat. He quickly regained his balance. Liao Ding was considered a benefactor of the Xu family; digging up the grave was already going too far, he couldn't let his ashes be scattered.

As he turned the box around, Xu Yuan, who was examining the ashes with a flashlight, suddenly noticed something extra among the ashes. He quickly leaned closer and stared intently, seeing a corner of withered yellow showing. Holding his breath, he gently pinched that corner with the tweezers he carried with him and pulled out a small piece of silk.

The piece of silk was only the size of a baby's palm and had been buried at the very bottom of the box. Its shape was very irregular, and its edges were blackened and curled, clearly indicating that it had been burned.

Xu Yuan carefully picked up the piece of paper and looked at it through the flashlight. The silk was old, but the marks on it were still discernible. It was a small, dark red mark with traces of two dragons on it, and a few teardrop-like stains on the silk.

That’s right!

It is that fragment of the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" scroll, which has been missing since the Ming Dynasty, that is the key evidence that can turn the tide.

Xu Yuan laughed heartily, then collapsed onto the grass, stretching out his limbs.

Found it! Finally found it! The duel between the two versions of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" will be decided by this extremely precious fragment of the double-dragon seal. Holding the fragment in his hand, Xu Yuan laughed so hard he could hardly breathe, and eventually, tears streamed down his face.

The next morning, the sudden ringing of a cell phone woke Gao Dongxu and Xu Qin, who were still fast asleep.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gap in the loosely drawn curtains, drawing a golden line on the Persian carpet. The ray of light climbed up the disheveled foot of the bed, where the tattered blankets lay curled up like a snake's shed skin.

Gao Dongxu opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at Xu Qin beside him with her beautiful eyes closed, her brows furrowed, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Whose phone call was this?" He softly replied, "Mine. You can go back to sleep—"

As he spoke, he immediately threw off the covers, got up, picked up his phone, cigarettes, and lighter from the bedside table, and strode quickly into the bathroom. He closed the door, sat on the toilet, lit a cigarette, glanced at the blurry handprints and other marks on the frosted glass door of the bathroom, smacked his lips a few times, and then answered the phone.

"Director Luo, why are you up so early?"

"It's still early, it's almost eight o'clock. Anyway, let's get down to business. Last night, Xu Yuan found a fragment that can prove the authenticity of 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival.' Fang Zhen is already with Xu Yuan, and they're preparing to fly to Hong Kong with the fragment..."

Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow slightly, took a puff of his cigarette, and casually smiled, "That's good. Xu Yuan is really capable of causing trouble. He can even find fragments of an incomplete book. You can't argue with that."

Although he praised Xu Yuan, Gao Dongxu, who had a god-like perspective, knew very well that from beginning to end, Xu Yuan was jumping around in the scheme set up by Bai Ruilian and her group. The so-called fragments were also specially prepared by the other party based on the ambiguous stories of the past, just waiting for Xu Yuan to investigate and finally take the bait.

“Xu is indeed quite good. To be honest, if he hadn’t found the key evidence that could have turned the tide, we would have been in a very passive position no matter what the outcome was, and the value and influence of the Qingming Scroll in the Palace Museum would have been greatly diminished.” Director Luo finally spoke the truth that had been weighing on his mind.

“I think Bai Ruilian will definitely not give up easily. I’m worried they’ll do something desperate. So, I want you to go to Hong Kong to oversee things, prevent any unexpected events, and ensure that the final result is what we want!”

Upon hearing the last sentence, a sharp glint flashed in Gao Dongxu's eyes, and he asked with a smile, "Director Luo, did I hear that right?"

"Hehe, kid, you heard me right. In short, regardless of which of the two paintings is real, your task is to ensure that the one in the Forbidden City is real. We don't care about the process, we only care about the result!"

Gao Dongxu chuckled and said, "Director Luo, you've really given me a big problem."

"If it weren't a difficult problem, we wouldn't need you. The principle is that the process is not important, the result is the most important. Since they are our enemies, we don't need to be polite to them."

"Hehe, people will die..." Gao Dongxu chuckled.

"Hmph, the world is so big, people die all the time. Anyway, go to Hong Kong as soon as possible. Someone will meet you there; you're in charge!"

"Hehe, okay, I'll set off tomorrow." Gao Dongxu couldn't contain his excitement at the prospect of causing some trouble.

(End of this chapter)