I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

Second floor private collection.

Looking at the plaque in front of her, Xu Yuan asked curiously, "Is this museum on the second floor?"

Yunhe smiled calmly: "The museum is called the Second Floor."

"Because the owner of the collection was named Ma Erlou, his collection was named Erlou Collection."

"I see, that's interesting."

Xu Yuan smiled and nodded, following Yun He's steps to the door.

"Gentlemen, please show your tickets."

A girl in a business suit at the entrance greeted them warmly.

Yunhe put his hands behind his back and looked at her gently: "Young lady, look at me, this old man, I can ride the bus for free. Don't you get free admission here?"

"You want tickets from this old man?"

"Excuse me, sir, we are a private museum." The female staff member replied politely, "An entrance fee is required to enter."

Yunhe glanced awkwardly at Xu Yuan beside him. He had originally intended to use his influence to take Xu Yuan inside directly, but he had been humiliated.

He cleared his throat and stared at the young girl in front of him: "Go tell your curator that Yunhe is here. See if he dares to charge me a ticket then!"

"this?"

The young girl seemed a little embarrassed, and her gaze swept over Yunhe for a while.

Seeing Yunhe and Xuyuan's extraordinary demeanor, he thought for a moment and then went to contact his superior.

Five minutes later, a man in a white shirt strode out.

Yunhe stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky with an air of superiority, not even glancing into the eyes of the newcomer.

They really don't give the old man any face at all?

Do I need a ticket to come here?

The man in the shirt ran up to Yun He and respectfully cupped his hands in greeting: "Old Ma told me that you were coming, and I was thinking of telling them. I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."

"I have been negligent, sir. Please come inside."

Yunhe gave a light snort like a child, glanced at the boy who came out with dissatisfaction, took a step forward and stopped next to the female staff member.

"Young lady, you should be more polite to the old man."

Remember this: next time I come, you can't ask for a ticket again.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he pointed to Xu Yuan next to him and said, "He's the same; he's not allowed to ask for tickets anymore."

The little girl blushed and didn't say anything, but nodded with a dry smile as a response.

Yunhe was satisfied with her attitude and immediately showed a happy smile.

"That's more like it."

Turning to the man who had come out to guide him, Yun He questioned, "I already called Ma Er, and instead of coming out to greet me personally, he sent you to fob me off?"

"Is he deliberately hiding because he's afraid I'll ask him for something, and he doesn't want to see me?"

"Go tell him now, hiding won't help. I'm here to ask him for what he wants."

He has to give it to him, whether he wants to or not.

"How could that be?"

The man followed Yunhe respectfully, assuming that Xu Yuan, who was beside him, was Yunhe's follower, and didn't take it to heart. He explained to him with a smile.

"Director, your call is just waiting for you. Tea is ready."

"It's just that a guest suddenly arrived."

"This guest is no ordinary person; the curator has to personally receive him."

Please don't be angry, I'm here for you.

If you have anything to say, just tell me.

"An important guest?"

Yun He raised an eyebrow dismissively: "What important guest, more important than me?"

As they talked, they had already passed through the private collection in front and walked into the living area in the back.

The man glanced around, then lowered his voice and whispered in Yunhe's ear, "He's from Pucheng, and his surname is Huang."

"Is the surname Huang in Pucheng?"

Yunhe narrowed his eyes and slowed his pace considerably, then seemed to realize something.

"What are they sending people for?"

"I heard it's for something."

I came specifically to see the curator.

"For what?" Yunhe continued to press.

"I don't know about that."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yunhe didn't press him further and turned to look at Xuyuan.

Do you know the Huang family of Pucheng?

Xu Yuan shook his head: "Never heard of it."

"The Huang family has made an indispensable contribution to Pucheng becoming one of the top cities in China and gaining international renown."

As they walked, Yunhe told Xuyuan about the Huang family's deeds.

When the nation was first established, Pucheng was just a small fishing village with a river running through it, which is known as the Pujiang River.

Initially, people were not optimistic about this place. Water represents wealth, and water flowing through the city meant that it would take away the city's wealth.

At this time, the ancestors of the Huang family took action and made a new plan for the Huangpu River, which is what we call the feng shui layout.

From then on, the Pujiang River, like a winding dragon, has driven the development of the entire city of Pucheng.

The Huang family of Pujiang thus established their reputation, and through several generations, they have remained highly respected in the industry.

Xu Yuan nodded to indicate that he understood.

He had never been to Pucheng, so he had never seen how prosperous it was.

But he had seen Pucheng more than once on the news and television, and he had also noticed the winding Huangpu River.

"Who came from the Huang family?" Yunhe asked the man next to him curiously after recounting the Huang family's past and present.

"Huang Yiyi".

"It seems to be the granddaughter of the Huang family patriarch."

After the man finished speaking, they arrived at the reception room.

Xu Yuan glanced at the room, which was decorated in a simple and antique style. The main item was made of sandalwood.

"Mr. Yun, please sit down and rest for a while and have a cup of tea."

"Tell me what you need and I'll get it for you."

"You go get it?"

Yunhe stared at the man, thought for a moment, and nodded meaningfully: "That works too."

He was worried that Ma Erlou wouldn't agree to give him the item, so he asked the man in front of him. If the man didn't know its value, he would just give it to him directly, saving him the trouble of arguing with Ma Erlou.

When Ma Erlou comes looking for him again, he won't be able to find his own head.

"Go and get me the 'Yin Hua Cao' (a type of herb)."

Yunhe deliberately appeared imposing: "I've already discussed it with your curator on the phone."

"Since he's busy, go get it for me, I'll take it with me."

The man who was pouring tea suddenly trembled, spilling all the tea.

"Elder Yun, what do you want?"

"You don't know about the 'Flower and Grass'?"

The man's lips twitched, and he quickly put down the teapot in his hand: "Mr. Yun, you're joking with me, right?"

"What is the 'Singing Flower Grass'?"

Fewer than ten of these plants still exist today.

Even if you see this thing, whether you can get it depends on fate.

My master treasures this item more than his own son's life. Are you sure he said he wanted to give it to you?

"Absolutely."

Old Master Yun put on airs: "If he doesn't agree to give it to me, what's the point of me coming all this way?"

"Just to drink your lousy tea?"

"They charge an entrance fee just to get in. I wouldn't come even if they begged me, unless I was picking something up."

The old man proudly raised his head.

The man was unsure whether what he said was true or false, and stammered for a long time.

"Then...then I'll go ask the curator."

"Didn't you say you could make your own decisions?"

"Do we have to ask again now?"

"Just give it to me directly. Do you think an old man like me can fool a little kid like you?"