When the old man pulled open the red curtain.
There was an oil painting hanging inside. There were two people in the oil painting. One was a man in a military uniform, wearing a high hat and leather boots.
As a descendant of the George family, he naturally knew this person. It was their ancestor, George.
Beside George was a young man in a white shirt, low-cut boots, and black trousers. He smiled and leaned against a black motorcycle behind him.
The ancestor and the young man leaned against the motorcycle together, revealing a very bright smile.
Just by looking at this oil painting, he knew that the two people in it should have a good relationship.
" This, how is this possible…" The young man was stunned. There was a motorcycle in the painting, and the young man's pants looked like jeans.
These things were all born in the past 100 years.
"Father, grandfather, is this oil painting an imitation?”Ian George said in a daze. He didn't believe this at all.
If that was really the case, then could such a person exist in all the difficult problems in human history?
"No, this is not an imitation. This oil painting has been passed down from our ancestors until now.”The old man slowly said," If our ancestors were just a little confused at that time, then we can be sure now that the painting is a motorcycle. Therefore, one thing is very clear.”
"Our ancestor's friend either mastered technology that surpassed the era of the time, or he returned to the past from the modern era.”The old man said. In fact, he had found it difficult to accept such a slightly fantastical thing at the beginning.
"That's why our ancestor ordered this. He believed that his friend might still be alive in some corner of the world.”The old man looked at the young man," Yi En, this is something passed down from our ancestors. Do you remember it?”
"I'll remember it." Ian nodded with a dazed expression.
"Laney, take Ian back. I'll be quiet here.”The old man waved his hand." Also, arrange the auction in Hong Kong.”
"Father, you don't have to." The middle-aged man couldn't help but ask.
"I'm not that old, Lanny.”The old man glared at him.
"Yes, Father." Lanny supported his son and slowly left the basement.
"Ancestors." The old man's turbid eyes looked at the oil painting in a daze.
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On this day.
Ye Tian was preparing to go to Yanjing's publishing house because the fairy tale collection had already been completed.
He only needed to publish it later.
If Ye Tian wanted to spread his stock across the country, he would need to choose a powerful publishing house.
Otherwise, some small publishing houses would not have the ability to do so.
In fact, according to the normal process, the first thing to do was to submit the manuscript. Then, the editor of the publishing house would choose from many manuscripts that they thought were acceptable.
Then, it was handed up layer by layer for the chief editor to make the final decision.
As for those who were eliminated, their manuscripts would not reach the chief editor's place.
But Ye Tian thought about it and decided that it would take a long time for them to go up one level at a time, so he wanted to go faster.
Ye Tian then thought of Yang Xiaoyang and the others. After chatting with Yang Xiaoyang and knowing that they had friends in this industry, Ye Tian contacted the Chief Editor.
Ye Tian could just hand the manuscript over to the chief editor.
He only needed to discuss the specifics with the chief editor.
Yang Xiaoyang and Tang Xuan were also curious about Ye Tian. Not only was Ye Tian a world-class appraiser, but he was also planning to publish a book?
Of course, the impact of publishing a book was not as great as that of a world-class appraiser.
It was also because everyone could publish books now that Yang Xiaoyang and the others felt better.
Yang Xiaoyang didn't know that Ye Tian's book conference had caused a huge storm in the country and the world.
Chaoyang Press was located on the 45th to 46th floor of Wanjing Building.
This was Ye Tian's goal.
Ye Tian placed the scooter in a suitable spot and prepared to leave.
A cry was heard.
"Young man, can you move your electric bike?”A slightly bald man sitting in the car peeked out of the window.
Ye Tian looked at where he had parked his bike, then turned to the man." There's no problem with my bike, so please drive along the road. We're traveling in a civilized manner."”
After saying that, Ye Tian walked into the building. He was going to the Chaoyang Press.
"Civilized travel, you, me, him." The bald man watched Ye Tian leave, slamming the steering wheel.
However, the man couldn't say anything after she left. He could only park the car in the aisle.
Ye Tian reached the 45th floor.
"Hello, sir. What are you here for?”the receptionist said with a sweet smile.
"I'm here to submit a manuscript. I've already made an appointment with the editor, but he hasn't come yet.”Ye Tian said.
He had told the chief editor of Chaoyang Press about it before.
The editor-in-chief would arrive soon.
"Alright, sir. Please rest here.”The receptionist led Ye Tian to a nearby tea area and poured him a cup of tea.
"Sir, please enjoy your meal." the receptionist said.
"Thank you." Ye Tian nodded.
" Phew…" Ye Tian took a sip of tea, his eyes staring ahead, his eyes suddenly widening.
The bald man he saw earlier walked in.
Was this man also an employee of Chaoyang Press?
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