Chapter Seventy: Yang Tiangong Flies into the Web

  Professor Guo took a glance and found that the pipe was entirely emerald green, crystal clear and translucent. He knew at once that this thing was extremely valuable, so he hastily shook his head and said: "It's too precious, I can't accept it."

  Zhang Junyi stuffed the pipe into Professor Guo's hand, looking unhappy, and said: "If you put it that way, should I return that piece of chicken bloodstone to you too?"

  Professor Guo was speechless, the chicken blood stone he gave to Zhang Jun was a treasure that had been treasured for many years, with good quality, large size, and hard to buy in the market, its value is immeasurable.

  He gave such a precious thing, first to thank Zhang Jun for inviting people to cure his illness for many years, and second to thank Zhang Jun for willing to lend the copper incense burner of Xuande's third year to the Archaeological Museum of Zhongyuan University. More importantly, he has regarded Zhang Jun as an old friend, so it is natural that he will not be stingy.

  Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Guo Uncle, it's just a small thing, don't think too much about it."

  Professor Guo knew he couldn't decline anymore, so he took over the pipe and said: "Alright, I won't argue with you, I'll take it for now."

  Casually chatting, Guo Lan mentioned her intention to find a job in Donghai. Zhang Jun heard this and said: "Guo Lan, your major is archaeology, you know more about calligraphy and painting than ordinary people, why not go to the pawnshop to work, what do you think?"

  The scope of the pawn industry today is very wide, and all objects that can be pledged, such as gold and silver jewelry, cars, real estate, stocks and bonds, etc., can enter a pawnshop to obtain a loan.

  The items pawned are varied, and naturally require people who have seen a lot to recognize them. Otherwise, the business cannot be carried out. Guo Lan happens to be an expert in archaeology and can be responsible for the acquisition of cultural relics, calligraphy and painting at the pawnshop.

  Kuo Lan's eyes lit up and she said: "Great, I've learned a lot of theoretical knowledge, but I'm a bit weak in practice. Being able to go to the pawnshop is certainly willing."

  Zhang Jun smiled and said: "This is easy to handle. I know someone who runs the largest pawnshop in Donghai, and I can introduce you to him."

  The person he mentioned is Zhang Wu. Zhang Wu has a lot of involvement in the East China Sea, including pawnshops. That pawnshop is very large, with currently issued funds reaching 5 billion and annual profits approaching 1 billion.

  "Thanks a lot, I was worried about where to find a job."

  It was getting late, so Zhang Jun didn't stay for long. After exchanging a few words, he prepared to leave. Professor Guo asked Guo Lan to see him out the door. Outside the door, Guo Lan suddenly asked: "Zhang Jun, is Lin Miss your girlfriend?"

  Zhang Jun turned his head and glanced at her, finding that she looked a bit abnormal, so he said: "Yes, we are dating."

  "Oh." Guo Lan lowered her head, "Congratulations, you've found such a beautiful and capable girlfriend."

  Zhang Jun could see that the little girl in front of him had a hint of sadness, and he secretly wondered if she had encountered something unpleasant.

  On the second day, Zhang Jun and Professor Guo met with Liu Ziguang and his daughter. When Liu Ziguang saw that Zhang Jun had brought Professor Guo, he smiled and said: "Now that Professor Guo has shown up, I can rest assured."

  Professor Guo humbly asked a few words and asked Liu Ziguang: "Where is the painting that Mr. Liu wants to see? What's its origin?"

  Liu Ziguang invited the two onto the car and had Liu Ling start the engine before saying, "It's a work by the contemporary calligraphy and painting master Wu Guanxing, an old gentleman. The piece is called 'Wan Shui Qian Shan Tu'. Mr. Wu passed away two years ago, so his works have been constantly rising in price. Two of his paintings were auctioned off for over 100 million yuan."

  Professor Guo said, "It turns out to be Mr. Wu Lao, I was fortunate enough to meet him in my early years and learn from his knowledge of painting and calligraphy. Mr. Wu's paintings have a thorough understanding of both Chinese and Western styles, and his style is not bound by ancient rules, making him a great master of the contemporary art world."

  Liu Ziguang sighed, "Yes, before Mr. Wu passed away, I went to visit him and I have great respect for his dedication to painting. That painting was given by Mr. Wu at that time. After receiving the painting, I lent it to a friend to copy, and it's been half a year since then."

  "Since it's borrowed, just take it back. Why bother with expert appraisal? Are you afraid the other party will switch it?"

  Liu Ziguang smiled bitterly and said, "If you knew that person's character, you wouldn't be surprised. That person is called Yang Tiansheng, the boss of Xindonghai Real Estate. The market value of Xindonghai Real Estate exceeds 50 billion, and his personal assets are as high as 10 billion."

  "This person used to be a grave robber and tomb raider, and also sold cultural relics. He was a profiteer, and after accumulating some wealth, he started doing real estate in Donghai. This person has no moral bottom line, I really don't trust his character, and I'm worried that the painting will be swapped." Liu Ziguang said frankly.

  Zhang Jun furrowed his brow: "If it's like this, why lend it to him in the first place?"

  Liu Ziguo sighed: "I owe him a favor, can't not lend."

  Zhang Jun didn't ask further, Zhang Wu had mentioned Yang Tian Sheng to him before, describing him in eight words as "extremely black-hearted and thick-skinned". Undoubtedly, such a person is extremely frightening.

  Yang Tian Sheng's residence is located in the western suburbs of Donghai, a patchwork of small villas, 70% resembling Gothic architecture and 30% belonging to indigenous bloodlines. The estate is very large, with a large swimming pool, helipad, tennis court, etc., all complete, showing off the owner's thick wealth.

  Zhang Jun found that Yang Tian's residential security measures were extremely strict, with a specially built watchtower on the walls around the courtyard, equipped with large searchlights, and several well-trained personnel monitoring the movement of the mansion.

  In the garden, there were also several security guards pulling wolf dogs to patrol around, making this place even more strict than a prison, and it's hard for even a fly to fly in.

  Four people went through two security checks before finally entering the building, led by a middle-aged man who looked like a butler into a magnificent golden-walled living room. After a while, the servant brought tea and they chatted occasionally.

  The person leading the way said: "My master is busy with something, please wait a moment."

  When they entered the living room, it was exactly 9:10. Several people had been waiting for a full hour, and by 10:10, Yang Tian Sheng still hadn't come out. Liu Zi Guang's face gradually revealed anger, even Liu Ling furrowed her brow, her expression extremely displeased.

  Zhang Jun was also extremely displeased in his heart, this Yang Tian Sheng had a big attitude! His gaze swept across the living room and finally landed on a pillar at the side of the hall.

  On both sides of the hall, three huge red lacquer pillars were erected, hollowed out inside, designed as a layer-by-layer grid for displaying items, and on top were placed many precious items, including porcelain, bronze ware, jade ware, etc.

  Through clairvoyance, Zhang Jun found that the four pillars were all made of wood and were very sturdy. However, he discovered that one of the pillars was vibrating at a certain frequency, although the amplitude was small, it couldn't escape his eyes.

  In the physics textbook of high school, it was mentioned that objects themselves have inherent frequencies. When the frequency of the driving force is the same as the inherent frequency of the object being forced to vibrate, the amplitude of the vibration will reach its maximum value.

  At the same time, he also heard a clear rumbling sound coming from outside, and knew that there must be something nearby that was shaking the ground, affecting this pillar.

  After a moment's thought, he had an idea and suddenly said to Liu Ziguang: "Uncle Liu, let's go out for a walk, it's stuffy in the hall."

  Liu Ziguang was also impatient and said, "Alright, let's go for a walk."

  The person who looked like the manager didn't stop them, but instead took the initiative to take them to visit the garden. As they walked and chatted, it wasn't long before Zhang Jun discovered that there were workers constructing something not far ahead. One of the workers was holding a pneumatic drill and striking the ground, producing a loud "rumbling" sound that could be heard from afar.

  A pneumatic tamper is a gasoline-powered machine that can be used to compact the ground, making buildings on the surface more solid and efficient than manual tamping, and has been widely adopted for over a decade.

  He asked the middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper: "Is this place building a house?"

  He nodded: "Yes, the master wants to build a pavilion here and just started construction yesterday."

  Zhang Jun nodded and walked quickly to the worker, handing him a cigarette first. The worker knew that the people living in this yard were not simple, so he stopped working immediately, took the cigarette with both hands respectfully, and thanked him.

  "He smiled and said: 'Master, busy?'"

  The worker said: "Yes."

  He said: "I used to do this kind of work too. Just now I saw you pounding and felt a little itchy in my hands, so I wanted to come over and try a few."

  As soon as Zhang Jun was still a "fellow practitioner", the worker came with interest, smiled and said: "Since you've done it, of course you can." He handed over the gasoline tamper to Zhang Jun.

  Zhang Jun was still very familiar with this machine, and he quickly started it up. Then, feeling a shock in both arms, the iron thingy that was as tall as a person jumped up, producing a huge impact force.

  He was a fierce man with a clear and powerful force, with precise control over his strength. He wouldn't be flustered, but instead quickly adjusted the direction and magnitude of his force, causing the pile driver to land steadily on the ground, leaving a deep mark.

  The worker couldn't help but praise: "Your skills are better than mine, you're really impressive!"

  Zhang Jun smiled and said: "Master, take a rest for a while, let me fight for a while."

  The man smiled and nodded in agreement, then squatted down to one side to smoke a cigarette.

  He would adjust the throttle of the tamper every few hits, making its frequency closer and closer to the natural frequency of the wooden pillar. After about a dozen times or so, the two frequencies were perfectly matched.

  In the distance, several people were baffled by Zhang Jun's actions. Liu Ling couldn't help but say: "What is he doing? Running over to pound the ground for no reason?"

  Liu Ziguang was also puzzled and said: "Maybe it's because his hands are idle, so he went to play around."

  Professor Guo disagreed and thought for a moment before smiling: "He must be thinking of some wicked idea, we'll know soon enough."

  As the tamper machine struck the ground repeatedly, the pillar in the hall over 300 meters away began to vibrate, its twisted amplitude growing larger and larger until it shook the entire hall slightly.

  "Humpty! Humpty!"

  Zhang Jun supported himself against the tamper machine, a cold smile on his face, his eyes falling towards the main hall.

  About seven or eight minutes later, the wooden pillar in the hall finally couldn't withstand the intense shaking and snapped into two pieces with a "crack" sound. The countless precious antiques on it also fell to the ground and shattered into fragments.