On the next day, Cao Yufei set out first to Fusong County to find his friend, while Qi Yun and Chen Wei went to the transportation company office to pick up the goods.

Originally, they could deliver the goods to the door, but Qi Yun thought that the hotel had too many people and too many hands, so he refused, deciding to pick it up himself.

In a large warehouse on the outskirts of the city, a few staff members opened the shipping box and then carefully carried out the Golden Rattan Chair.

Qi Yun stepped forward and carefully inspected the chair, finding no damage or bumps. He then signed and took the goods away.

Back in the car, he called Mr. Tong, who was Chen Lao's friend. The other party already knew his intentions and asked him to bring the chair directly to his home.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yun immediately instructed Chen Wei to drive towards the city center.

More than an hour later, the car stopped next to a courtyard.

Qi Yun got out of the car, surveying the ancient yard in front of him, secretly amazed.

With red gates, blue walls, and two stone lions at the entrance, this residence was clearly extraordinary.

More importantly, the location of this courtyard was only separated by a moat from the most important place in Beijing.

Qi Yun couldn't help but be curious about Mr. Tong's identity.

You must know that living in such a place meant more than just having wealth.

He and Chen Wei lifted the chair and went to the door, knocking on the copper ring.

After a while, the door creaked open, and a young man in a long robe poked his head out.

He looked Qi Yun and Chen Wei up and down, then glanced at the chair, asking, "You must be Mr. Qi?"

Qi Yun politely nodded to the other party: "That's right."

"Please come in, Mr. Tong is waiting for you inside." The young man opened the door and gestured for them to enter.

Qi Yun and Chen Wei carried the chair and followed the young man into the courtyard, where flowers and plants were planted on the paved blue bricks, appearing simple and elegant.

In the center of the yard was a stone table and a few stone stools, and an elderly man with white hair was sitting on a stone stool, teasing a sparrow in a cage.

The young man stepped forward, saying, "Mr. Tong, Mr. Qi has arrived."

The elderly man turned his head, a gentle smile on his face, his gaze falling on Qi Yun, nodding slightly.

Qi Yun took two steps forward and bowed slightly, greeting, "Hello, Mr. Tong."

Mr. Tong waved his hand and said, "How is that old fellow Chen Yuanhai doing physically?"

"Mr. Chen is still quite hale and hearty," Qi Yun responded with a smile.

Mr. Tong nodded, a hint of reminiscing in his eyes, sighing, "It's been over twenty years since I've seen that old guy, I wonder if I'll have the chance to see him again in this life."

Qi Yun chuckled, "Both of you seniors are so healthy, surely you'll meet again."

Mr. Tong nodded slightly, did not continue the topic, and reached out to the young man beside him, who quickly assisted him to sit in the wheelchair next to him.

"Chen Yuanhai spoke to me about your matter over the phone, so this is the chair?" Mr. Tong asked, pointing to the chair beside Chen Wei after sitting in the wheelchair.

Qi Yun quickly nodded in response, "That's right, it's this one. Mr. Chen said that perhaps only you in this world can restore it."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Tong showed a hint of pride on his face, humming lightly, and said, "He's not wrong."

Qi Yun found it amusing internally.

It turns out the old man loves this kind of flattery, so it's settled; flattering is his forte.

The young man pushed Mr. Tong to the Gold Rattan Chair, and while observing, he said, "Hmm, I know this chair. Back then, the craftsmen made two, and the other one has always been with the Fu family."

Qi Yun heard this, feeling a slight movement in his heart.

He must know this chair was once in the Prince Mansion.

And that Fu family, having had the Golden Rattan Chair for so many years, must have an extraordinary background.

If this chair is restored and sold to the Fu family, wouldn't it be more lucrative than an auction?

After all, paired items are always more valuable.

Though that's what he thought, he didn't hurry to inquire just yet, waiting until after the item was restored to talk about it.

"I haven't done such work for several years, the last time was repairing the plaque in the Forbidden City."

"If you trust me, leave the chair here, and I'll notify you in a few days when it's repaired." Mr. Tong said, touching the carvings on the chair without lifting his head.

Qi Yun promptly replied with a smile, "Where are you going with this? Of course, I trust you. If you can't restore it, then others surely can't."

All praise goes a long way with him.

The old man clearly enjoyed Qi Yun's high regard, nodding with a smile, "Hehe, alright then, if there's nothing else, you can leave, I will start working now."

Qi Yun nodded slightly, taking the piece of calligraphy from Chen Wei beside him and handing it to Mr. Tong.

"Mr. Chen, I came in a hurry and didn't prepare a gift for you. This is a calligraphy I acquired earlier, although unsigned, I find the strokes strong and vigorous, with extraordinary charm, so I boldly bring it to you, hoping you don't mind."

Mr. Tong raised his brows slightly, a curious look in his eyes, and took the calligraphy, unfolding it to look carefully.

After a moment, he nodded slightly, showing a hint of appreciation on his face: "This writing indeed has some skill, judging by the strokes and the ink, it truly has the style of a master."

Qi Yun laughed along, "As long as you like it, Mr. Tong, I was just afraid it wouldn't catch your eye."

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