Wealth and beauty beyond measure

  Zhang Yang's first destination was the Calligraphy and Painting Gallery, because it had a large collection of exhibits, and also because almost every dynasty since Jin had its own exhibits, which gave Zhang Yang a very standard answer, allowing him to take his seat with confidence.

  Pan Hui followed Zhang Yang with a puzzled expression, wondering what he was going to do and what was so good about these calligraphy and paintings.

  As he walked into the exhibition hall, Zhang Yang looked at the first exhibit "Step on the Picture", Tang, Yan Liben, and with his extraordinary ability, all he saw was a huge purple color on this painting scroll, and the spiritual energy seemed to surge into his mind like a tsunami.

  Zhang Yang's body swayed slightly on its own, and Pan Hui quickly grasped Zhang Yang's arm, anxiously asking: "Boss, are you okay?!"

  "Nothing's wrong. Just take note of the time this painting was created and mark it with a purple label on the back."

  Pan Hui looked at Zhang Yang with a puzzled expression: "What's the point of remembering this?"

  "Less nonsense, just remember if you can." Zhang Yang said with an unpleasant expression.

  When Pan Hui was recording, Zhang Yang was also secretly calculating the years. This painting, according to the introduction above, was created around 640 AD, with a history of over 1,370 years, and the color is purple.

  As for what effect the absorbed spiritual energy has, Zhang Yang doesn't care about that now, he just wants to record it one by one.

  Then he saw the "High Yi Tu" painted by Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty, which was created in 1616, nearly four hundred years ago. The color is deep yellow. Next, Zhang Yang looked at a word painting, one word after another.

  It won't be long before Zhang Yang can determine that the color changes with the age of antiques, and the colors of antiques from the same era are almost identical. For example, those from the Ming Dynasty are mostly dark yellow, those from the Qing Dynasty are yellow, those from the Republic of China are light yellow, and modern ones are plain white. Zhang Yang doesn't have time to summarize now, he can only mechanically look at each painting, absorbing the spiritual energy while letting Pan Hui record the time and color.

  Pan Hui was shrouded in mystery, and the strange behavior of the two also attracted attention from many people. A young, fashionable and beautiful woman, like a maid, followed behind a man, taking notes with her pen, occasionally supporting the man, and the two did not look like ordinary tourists at all.

  The behavior of the two also caught the attention of the security personnel, who observed them for a long time and gave up after finding no other unusual behavior. As long as the two didn't steal things or have the idea to break or damage cultural relics, they could do whatever they wanted! This was an era where everyone swept the snow in front of their own door, and as long as you didn't harm yourself, nobody cared what you did.

  Zhang Yang also saw through this point, so he brought Pan Hui to see these exhibits with great fanfare. Anyway, no one would understand what they were doing, and even if someone asked, they could push it off as just making records or conducting an investigation.

  In the later period, they were all Qing dynasty calligraphy and painting. Zhang Yang looked at several of them, but none of them had any special colors, so he stopped. As for the spiritual energy, he didn't dare to continue absorbing it, fearing that his head would explode like a balloon with a loud bang.

  "Got it all memorized?" Zhang Yang rubbed his temples and said.

  "Remember this. Boss, are you okay? Your face looks terrible!" said Pan Hui.

  "Never mind, let's go after I've finished memorizing it."

  Originally, Zhang Yang's plan was to visit all the designated exhibition halls, but now he didn't dare to. The absorption of spiritual energy was uncontrollable, and as soon as he used his abilities, those spiritual energies would rush over like bees smelling honey. Once or twice, Zhang Yang could still hold on, but after multiple times, he couldn't take it anymore.

  "Boss, where are we going?" Pan Hui asked in confusion as she saw Zhang Yang walking towards the gate.

  "Go home!" Zhang Yang said.

  "But we haven't been anywhere, there are many palaces that we haven't visited." said Pan Hui.

  "I'm just browsing, I came to see those antiques. I've seen enough for now, and I'll come back another day to see the rest." Zhang Yang is most anxious to get home now, to take a look at the things he recorded earlier, and summarize them properly.

  Pan Hui reluctantly said: "Boss, isn't that a waste of money? We can watch it and then go back, it's the same!"

  "Give me the book and pen." Zhang Yang said, stopping in his tracks.

  Pan Hui thought Zhang Yang had agreed and happily handed over the book and pen to Zhang Yang.

  "Alright, you can go take a look now. I'll head back first. After you're done, take the bus back yourself."

  After finishing speaking, Zhang Yang continued walking towards the gate.

  Pan Huiqi stomped her foot, gazing longingly at the depths of what looked like the Forbidden City. What an enchanting place! Then she turned around and ran to catch up with Zhang Yang.

  "Aren't you going to watch? Why are you back again?" Zhang Yang asked as he walked.

  Pan Hui'er pulled her head down and refused to speak, she didn't dare stay alone. According to his understanding of Zhang Yang, maybe she would continue to visit the Forbidden City on this side, and after Zhang Yang got home, he would call her to come back and cook dinner. With a ready-made car at hand, it's not wrong to take public transportation or subway, she's not that stupid.

  When Zhang Yang saw Pan Hui, he didn't speak to her. He ignored her except for the Forbidden City trip. After returning home, Zhang Yang rushed into his bedroom and started studying the things Pan Hui had left behind. By comparing the time and color of the records, Zhang Yang recorded everything on his computer and slowly discovered a pattern.

  Antiques less than 100 years old are light yellow, those from 100 to 300 years old are yellow, and those from 300 to 500 years old are dark yellow. Continuing in this way, antiques from 500 to 700 years old are light red, those from 700 to 900 years old are red, and those from 900 to 1100 years old are dark red. Antiques from 1100 to 1300 years old are light purple, those from 1300 to 1500 years old are purple, and those from 1500 to 1700 years old are dark purple. Beyond that is green.

  After finishing his own summary, Zhang Yang couldn't help but burst out laughing. Indeed, just as he had guessed, the color emitted by the antique represented its age from now, although it couldn't be pinpointed to a specific year, this was already sufficient.

  After returning home, Pan Hui sat in the living room watching TV. Today's events had thoroughly enraged this woman. She had entered the Forbidden City but hadn't even seen anything before being dragged out. It was just like shopping at a mall - you'd barely looked at a few clothes when your companion told you it was time to leave, and they forcibly pulled you away from the store. How could you feel comfortable? Pan Hui was so angry that she didn't even cook dinner.

  Zhang Yang, who was immersed in joy, was awakened from his beautiful dream by the ringing of the phone. Seeing the familiar number on it, Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to answer or not. The ringing persisted, giving him the feeling that if he didn't answer, it would keep ringing forever.

  After waiting for a long time, Zhang Yang finally answered his phone. At this time, his joy had calmed down and his voice had returned to normal.

  "Zhang Yang, why aren't you answering your phone? Are you still angry?" Hong Yaqin's voice came from the other end of the line.

  "Miss Hong, is there something I can help you with?" Zhang Yang said indifferently.

  Hong Yaqin's voice paused for a moment, then said: "Have you eaten yet? I made some of my signature dishes, how about we eat and talk at the same time?"

  "There's nothing more to say." Zhang Yang continued to remain indifferent.

  Hong Yaqin smiled wryly and said: "Alright, I apologize for what I said yesterday. Why don't you come over and we'll talk in person? Or I can go to your place."

  "It's okay, I'll go myself." Zhang Yang said.

  Hong Yaqin smiled happily and said: "Okay, I'll wait for you at the restaurant."

  Zhang Yang thought for a moment, walked out of the bedroom, and said to Pan Hui with a gloomy expression: "Follow me to go eat."

  Pan Hui got up and walked towards the bedroom.

  "What's going on?" Zhang Yang said.

  "I'm going to change clothes!" Pan Hui said with a hum.

  "It's fine, this outfit is good enough, let's hurry up." Zhang Yang's voice rose, and Pan Hui softened, obediently following behind Zhang Yang.

  As she got on the elevator, Pan Hui was still muttering: "There's no one who can manage him."

  "What's the muttering about? Later, go to Miss Hong's place for dinner and take a good look at how others cook. Then, take a look at you, as a woman, why is the gap so big?" Zhang Yang said.

  Pan Hui felt a bit resentful. To say nothing of other things, her culinary skills were professionally trained, and no one had ever said that her cooking was bad.

  Soon Pan Hui knew how vicious Zhang Yang's character was.

  As soon as they entered the private dining room, Pan Hui saw Hong Yaqin's special-grade chef certificate on the wall.

  Is there anything more humiliating than comparing a nanny's cooking with that of a top chef?