When Zhang Xiaohua, who was carrying a spoon to pour horse urine on the silver cup, paused unnaturally, then raised her head, as if thinking about how to answer, and as if she was considering whether to answer.

"If it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't ask."

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Wu Bei smiled rationally.

"There is no inconvenience. Being able to do is different from wanting to do it."

Zhang Xiaohua stopped the movements in her hand, then quickly wiped out the alcohol stove, and said to the door: "The smell in the room is really not great, let's go outside to chat."

"It's okay, I'm not that spoiled."

Wu Bei quickly explained, and at the same time put down his palm covering his nose, fearing that the other party would feel disrespected because of his actions.

"No, the main vessels need to be cooled in sealed spaces, and it is easy to destroy the surface of the cup wall when you open the door."

Zhang Xiaohua pointed to a few silver cups that had been watered by him and said.

"Forehead.."

Wu Bei was a little embarrassed in an instant.

Although it is just a small detail, it can fully prove that Zhang Xiaohua is a person with very low emotional intelligence. She is not good at flattery and does not know the worldly ways. Even if she is still very strict with her boss.

After a while, the two of them arrived at the first floor lobby.

Zhang Xiaohua lit a cigarette, and after hesitating for a while, he slowly opened up the conversation.

Just as Lin Qingshan gave Wu Bei information, Zhang Xiaohua has lived in a well-off environment since she was a child. His father was one of the first batch of nouveau riche to storm grain in Chong City. Many units in the city have been working with his family since they distributed benefits during the holidays.

This kind of lifestyle of food and clothing has also created Zhang Xiaohua's ignorant personality.

But he was different from those ordinary second-generation ancestors and playboys. In addition to eating, drinking, gamble, his favorite thing was to mess with old objects. For this reason, he also paid a lot of money to learn from several experts in cultural relics. At first, he just wanted to collect things, but later as his eyesight continued to increase, ordinary antiques could hardly satisfy his appetite.

However, with his family's economic conditions, he could not support him in collecting those priceless real national treasures.

On the one hand, he is almost obsessed with the expenses of real money and silver bills. This guy is definitely a top-notch genius. He thought that since he couldn't get real things, he would make fakes by himself. In this way, he took another shortcut to make fakes crazy.

"Antiques are the same as people. Each object has a different personality. If you want to be realistic, you have to study its background and experience carefully. This requires reading a large number of ancient books and materials. The master who brought me into the industry has rules. I can only make it, not sell it, and not use it to exchange for money."

Zhang Xiaohua twisted the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said calmly as he looked at Wu Bei.

"So, even though you have been forced to have no way out by life, you still haven't thought of making a living by craftsmanship?"

Wu Bei touched his nose and asked.

"The rules cannot be broken."

Zhang Xiaohua's eyes were firm and her head was bitten.

"What about now..."

Wu Bei continued to say.

"Same, I made those things without exchanged for myself any gold, silver and fines. As for what you used to do, it was your business, anyway, I confiscated your money, so it would not be considered a breaking rule."

Zhang Xiaohua answered in a deep voice.

"How is the fake tomb in Rose Garden going?"
Chapter completed!