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There are so many gifts to take with me, it feels like I'm really moving house.

In the living room of the presidential suite at that Westin hotel, the floor was covered with shopping bags and gift boxes.

These are all gifts that Shen Fei wants to bring back to Canada.

He bought James something – pajamas.

I bought something for Pete, a new drone, made in China.

Kyle was also given something – a set of pliers, which is said to be quite famous among military enthusiasts.

There were also Jiangcheng specialties brought for the other people at the fishing ground. In short, there were a lot of things, piled up on the ground.

Pete looked at these things and then said:

"Boss, are we really taking all of this? There's so much stuff! International flight check-in and customs clearance are such a hassle."

Shen Fei thought it made some sense, so he nodded and said:

"Yes, it is a bit troublesome."

He had only thought about buying it, without considering how to transport it back.

He felt helpless.

He picked up a gift box and then said to Pete:

"Go find a company to handle this. Contact a reputable international logistics company in Jiangcheng and have them pack the goods and airfreight them to Kaohai Town as quickly as possible."

Then he said:

"Money isn't important, but things can't be broken. You should tell them that."

After listening to his boss, Pete thought his boss was really clever; he could solve problems with money.

So he immediately nodded, then took out his phone and started calling the logistics company.

With this matter resolved, Shen Fei felt relieved.

Then, he remembered that he needed to say goodbye to his friend, so he picked up his phone and called Wang Hao.

"Hey, Toshiko."

What are you doing?

"I don't have much to do, I'm just helping Li Ting look at furniture. What's up?"

Wang Hao's voice sounded a little tired, but his tone was very happy.

Shenfei said:

"Let's go out and have some fun. Go to the antique market near the City God Temple. Just think of it as me saying goodbye to Jiangcheng. I'm going back to Canada in a couple of days."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then Wang Hao quickly said:

"Okay, wait for me a moment, I'll be right there."

About half an hour later, Shen Fei, Wang Hao, and Pete arrived at the famous antique street in Jiangcheng.

The street was paved with bluestone slabs, and there were old-fashioned shops on both sides. Various bottles and jars were displayed on the stalls on the ground, and it was impossible to tell whether they were real or fake.

Wang Hao dragged Shen Fei around the stall, saying that if they could find a bargain, they'd be rich.

However, just as they were about to leave, Shen Fei suddenly stopped.

He saw a small, inconspicuous stall on the street corner.

The stall owner was an old man, and he was dozing off there.

There was something that attracted Shen Fei.

It was a piece of black wood.

It is long and narrow in shape.

Because, just a moment ago, the dragon bones on his body felt hot.

Yes, it feels a little warm.

Shen Fei walked over and squatted down. He pointed to the piece of wood and asked the shopkeeper:

"Boss, how much is this?"

The stall owner opened his eyes, glanced at him, looking very lazy, and then said:

"He's just a block of wood, you can take him for two hundred yuan."

Wang Hao also came over to take a look and said:

"Feizi, isn't this just a piece of rotten wood? Two hundred yuan is too expensive."

Shen Fei smiled, but didn't explain anything.

Then he scanned the code and paid 200 yuan.

He took the paperweight into his hands.

The piece of wood felt heavy in his hand. When he held it, he felt a warmth in his palm, and then he felt less tired and more energetic.

Back at the hotel, Shen Fei placed the wooden paperweight on the coffee table and kept looking at it.

He thought that before leaving, he must find out what this thing was.

So he took out his phone and dialed the number that had helped him deal with Huang Tianci's matter before.

"It's me, Shen Fei. I need to find the best antique wood appraisal expert in Jiangcheng, right now. Can you find someone for me?"

Half an hour later, Pete called and said:

"Boss, we've made an appointment. Director Sun from the city museum and Mr. Chen, the museum's best expert in wood appraisal, are waiting for us in the museum's appraisal room."

They arrived at the Jiangcheng City Museum and entered a room where security appeared to be very tight.

An elderly man with completely white hair, Mr. Chen, and a curator, Mr. Sun, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, were already waiting.

After exchanging a few polite words, Shen Fei placed the wooden paperweight wrapped in cloth on the long table covered with red velvet.

"I would like to ask two experts to help me identify what this thing is."

When Director Sun saw that it was just an ordinary piece of black wood, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Old Chen appeared quite calm. After putting on white gloves, he picked up the paperweight and then took out a magnifying glass to examine it carefully. After a few seconds, Old Chen's hand suddenly stopped.

He exclaimed "Huh?" and then flipped the paperweight over, taking out a powerful flashlight to shine on the cross-section of the wood.

Under the strong light, golden rays, like strands of hair, could be seen inside the black wood.

Mr. Chen was very excited. He said:

"There are golden threads inside... This is Phoebe zhennan wood."

"No..." Old Chen muttered to himself again, "Ordinary Phoebe zhennan wood isn't this heavy... This is... This is submerged wood. It's submerged Phoebe zhennan wood that's been buried underwater for thousands of years."

"Dark-colored golden nanmu?"

Director Sun was shocked when he heard this, and the way he looked at the piece of wood was completely different.

Old Chen was completely absorbed in the story. He put on his reading glasses, his face almost pressed against the paperweight, and he kept muttering to himself:

"The knife work, the style... it's the style of the late Ming Dynasty... Look at the seal at the bottom, although it's blurry, it's... it's Jian'an's private seal."

"Jian'an?"

Upon hearing the name, Director Sun's body trembled, and his voice changed, "Which Jian'an is it?"

"Who else could it be but Jian'an?"

Old Chen raised his head, his face flushed, and said, "It's that Grand Secretary of the Ming Dynasty, the savior prime minister, Zhang Juzheng. His courtesy name was Jian'an."

The testing room fell silent.

Wang Hao stared, mouth agape, completely dumbfounded.

He never expected this piece of rotten wood to be so powerful, actually connected to people from history books.

Director Sun adjusted his glasses, his hands trembling. He looked at Shen Fei and asked in a dry voice:

"Mr. Shen...where did you get this treasure?"

Seeing their surprise, but without changing his own expression, Shen Fei slowly began to speak:

"Oh, this? I bought it from a roadside stall for two hundred yuan."

Mr. Chen and Director Sun exchanged a glance, both stunned.

This is fate! The destiny of national treasures is truly miraculous.

"Mr. Shen," Director Sun said in a serious tone, "this item has extremely high historical value. On behalf of Jiangcheng Museum, I would like to ask you...would you consider transferring or donating it to our museum?"

He paused for a moment, then added:

"The country will definitely give you corresponding rewards and honors."

Wang Hao, who was listening nearby, was on tenterhooks.

He secretly tugged at Shen Fei's clothes and gestured to him with his eyes, indicating that this was a great opportunity to make a fortune. Whether they sold it or exchanged it for honors, they would make a huge profit.

Shen Fei didn't look at him; his eyes were fixed on the paperweight.

He was silent for a moment, then looked up at the two experts and said:

"I don't want to sell."

Director Sun and Old Chen's eyes both darkened.

However, Shen Fei's next words stunned them.

"I don't want to donate either."

Then he said:

"This item belonging to Chief Minister Zhang has a very special meaning to me personally, so I want to keep it for myself."

"But," he changed the subject, "I also know it has great historical value, and it wouldn't be right to keep it in my collection room."

Director Sun's mood was like a rollercoaster ride; he swallowed hard.

"So... Mr. Shen, what do you mean?"

Shen Fei looked at Director Sun and slowly said:

"How about this, see? I'll deposit this Jian'an paperweight with your museum, but I'll still own it. You can use it for exhibitions or research. We just need to sign an agreement. I must retain ownership of the item."

These words stunned everyone in the testing room.

Storage?

Director Sun and Old Chen exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

This means that the national treasure has returned.

Although it is not officially from the state, it has a similar effect to a donation.

They can not only be studied, but also exhibited, and even become the prized possessions of the museum.

In this way, Shenyang Aircraft Corporation retained ownership of the national treasure while also gaining a reputation for protecting it for the country. This was a truly brilliant approach.

"Your idea is great."

Old Chen's face flushed red. He looked at Shen Fei with admiration in his eyes. "Mr. Shen, your decision is much wiser than a direct donation."

Director Sun was overjoyed. He quickly stepped forward, grasped Shen Fei's hand, and could barely speak:

"Mr. Shen, rest assured, we will treat this national treasure with the highest standards. From now on, you will be our museum's most honored guest."

Shen Fei smiled and withdrew his hand, as if he had done something very small.

He looked at Director Sun and said casually:

"That's good. I also hope that if I encounter any trouble in China in the future, Director Sun and you will still remember this incident."

Wang Hao was stunned by what he saw. Looking at Shen Fei, he thought to himself, "This is really amazing." His gaze towards Shen Fei had changed from admiration to awe.