In the Ming Dynasty 1498, my restaurant connects two worlds.

Chapter 91 This is not a matter of painting

Early in the morning, Wu Fei drove Wu Yunqiu and Song Xiaoyi to the high-speed rail station. At the same time that Wu Lao finished the formalities at the International Hotel and left, Song Xiaoyi had already brought Wu Yunqiu back to the Taoye Ferry Restaurant.

Back on the first floor of the Great Hall, a little kid came running from the corner of the hall with a long, drawn-out voice and bumped into Wu Yunqiu's arms with surprise.

"Hey, Brother Zhishan? Brother Wenbi! What brings you back?" Song Xiaoyi first saw Zhu Zhishan and Wenbi having lunch, and suddenly realized that their arrival in Yingtian Prefecture meant, "Bohu and the others have set off for the capital?! So early!"

Zhu Zhishan pulled Song Xiaoyi aside and whispered, "As expected, after we went back, many people tried to arrange marriages for Bohu, and Bohu took a liking to the He family's daughter."

"Didn't you try to stop them?"

"Of course we tried to dissuade him, but in the end we still showed him your brocade pouch. The He family's daughter, unable to win over Bo Hu, settled for second best and ultimately chose Du Yuanjing."

"That's excellent!"

Du Yuanjing was extremely annoyed, so Changgu and the Qian brothers jointly suggested that they set off ahead of time to avoid Du Yuanjing and Xu Jing.

This is finally good news. Setting off ahead of time and avoiding Du Yuanjing's travel is fine, but avoiding Xu Jing is crucial. However, this means they will miss Mu Bin!

"We set off on the same day as Bohu and his group. Changgu will protect him on both sides, and Gu Juren will provide support from the side. Bohu's safety should be assured."

Song Xiaoyi was still a little worried, so he went out and found a Jinyiwei (Imperial Guard) spy nearby and asked him to help him find Mu Bin.

"Reporting to Young Master Song," the Jinyiwei spy did not leave his position but cupped his hands in greeting, "our Commander Mou has already set off for the capital. Before leaving, he instructed us to deliver this letter to Young Master Song."

"Oh? Brother Mou has already set off? I'll trouble you to deliver this message!"

"Young Master Song, you're too kind."

Upon opening the letter, Mu Bin revealed that he had received intelligence from his colleagues in the Imperial Guard in Suzhou that Tang Bohu and his party had already set off, and that he would "accidentally" meet them as planned and secretly protect them.

The letter ended with an address, presumably to inform Song Xiaoyi that he could meet him there after arriving in the capital.

Turning back to the restaurant, Song Xiaoyi saw that Zhu Zhishan had already finished eating. He quickly stepped forward, took Zhu Zhishan and Wen Zhengming's arms, and led everyone out without saying a word, first crossing the river back to the Song Mansion of the Ming Dynasty.

"Brother Zhishan, my old house in Songjiatou Village, Moling in the south, has been renovated. The rooms there are all new-style kang rooms that I designed according to the regulations of the Upper Immortal Realm. The rooms are warm and cozy. Why don't you and Brother Wenbi take Brother Mengjin and Xiaoshifu there to stay for a while?"

"Songjia Village in Moling? A modern-style kang house?" Zhu Zhishan stroked his beard and pondered for a moment. "Xiao Yi, are you preparing to travel far away? To the capital?"

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"That's exactly what I was thinking. The environment there is beautiful, and I've arranged the meals. You'll also have some safety assurance there."

"I understand."

"Most importantly, Brother Mengjin can't calm down in this dazzling world of Taoye Ferry and Qinhuai River."

Song Xiaoyi tricked Zhu Zhishan, Wen Zhengming, Zhang Mengjin and their entourage into staying at Songjia Village in Moling, and arranged for members of the Song clan to take turns returning to their hometown to cook communal meals, ensuring the scholars' food supply.

After handing over the keys to the newly renovated house and the underground wine cellar to Zhu Zhishan, Song Xiaoyi returned to Taoye Ferry the next day.

At Taoye Ferry, Song Xiaoyi first communicated with Lao Song to replace Zhu Zhishan and Song Tianmin, who were assigned kitchen access permissions, with Song Chen.

Song Xuan then took his two cousins ​​upstairs to explain how to use the equipment, leaving the rest to Wu Yunqiu and Miaolan to ensure that the business of the two shops in Taoye Ferry would be worry-free during his absence.

It's time to set off for the capital.

Modern times. Beijing.

Mr. Wu rejected the apology from the general manager of Dejia, giving the same reason he had given to his friend at the door: "Dejia did nothing wrong; business is business. But for me, it's a matter of personal feelings and saving face."

"Betrayal and hostility are only different in that they happen zero times or countless times."

After leaving the International Hotel, Mr. Wu, carrying three pieces of yellow-glazed porcelain from the Ming Dynasty imperial court, directed Wu Fei to drive straight to the National Museum of China.

A group of leaders and experts at the museum are holding an emergency meeting to discuss countermeasures.

"I don't care whether the authorities get involved or not, and I don't care which side you're on. I'm making my thoughts clear first, so you won't say it's a misunderstanding later: I don't need that painting, and I never intended to have it. So many days have passed, and the old man hasn't even mentioned it."

"But this point must be made clear. The days of taking a beating without fighting back are long gone. Don't try to reason with me about international influence or the big picture. Don't you think I, Wu Dalei, understand that?"

"I've already been patient enough. Just think about it, if Yamamoto had won that time, what would the situation have been like!"

"I'm leaving these three things here. The kid asked me to pass on a message: You can never earn all the money in the world, but you have to earn your own dignity."

After finishing his speech, Mr. Wu turned around and strode away from the museum's conference room.

"Hey, hey, don't go! Old Wu, what kind of plan is it to leave these three here?!"

"I'm giving these to you as toys!"

"Boss—look at Old Wu—"

"Sigh, old people are like children, it's really true. Go call Shengdong and ask them what they did to make Lao Wu so angry."

Old Wu's face was ashen, and he strode briskly towards the parking lot. Wu Fei followed behind him, taking small steps and calling out as he went. The two got into the car, closed the door, and suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Master, your acting was really convincing."

"Absolutely. Back in the day, I could play any role convincingly in our troupe."

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"We've done everything we could. Now, who's going to take down that painting, 'Moling Songjiadu'? Xiaofei, drive back and check with our friends who live further away and haven't issued a statement yet. Find one of them and talk to them so they don't have to issue a statement. We'll take a picture of the painting then."

"Okay."

"Xiao Yi and the others should be home by now, right?"

"Judging by the time, he should be home by now."

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The general manager of Dejia never expected that a small misunderstanding could escalate to this extent.

"You think you just offended some old man? Have you even figured out who he's connected to?"

"More trouble than they're worth!"

Old Wu didn't expect things to develop in a way that gradually deviated from his expectations: Yamamoto, enraged and desperate, went so far as to claim in the mainstream media that the Chinese had used magic or Taoist arts to influence the appraisal at the time.

The official media outlet "Xiao Rizi" (小日子) has intervened, questioning the authenticity of the livestream video on the official website of the China National Museum of China and demanding a reasonable explanation from the museum.

"They've truly taken shamelessness to the extreme, muddying the waters all for which painting?"

"This isn't about the painting at all! It's a battle for the face of two nations!"

"It's a continuation of history!"

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