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"Brother! You really are him!"

After Gao Xiaoqin left, Xin Quan gave her a thumbs up, his face full of admiration.

"So domineering! Mr. Gao from Shanshui Group, the way he acts in front of you... wow, I've really seen something new today!"

Shen Wang was amused by him and waved his hand, "Alright, the food is served, let's eat."

At this moment, one after another, exquisitely prepared and beautifully presented dishes were carefully served by the waiters.

Australian lobster, deep-sea king crab, abalone... these are all top-quality ingredients that Shen Wang had only heard of before but never seen.

Shen Wang stopped being polite, picked up his chopsticks, and first put a piece of lobster meat into his mouth.

The meat is firm and chewy, with a fresh, sweet taste of the ocean, and the accompanying sauce is the perfect finishing touch.

I took another bite of abalone; it was soft, tender, and juicy, cooked to perfection.

"Tsk tsk tsk, really not bad!"

"Haha, as long as you like it, big brother!"

. . .

at the same time.

Provincial Party Committee, Office No. 1.

Behind the dark solid wood desk, Sha Ruijin sat upright, his face showing his usual composure.

But upon closer inspection, his slightly forward-leaning body and focused gaze revealed his extraordinary attention to what was happening before him.

Sitting opposite him was an elderly man with gray hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The elderly man, surnamed Wen, is a specially appointed researcher at the National Museum of China. He is a leading figure, especially in the fields of modern and contemporary documents and calligraphy and painting authentication.

Spread out on the table was the apprenticeship letter left by Shen Wang.

With his gloved fingers, Mr. Wen carefully ran his fingers along the edge of the paper. Then, he picked up a high-powered magnifying glass and examined the signature of the "Brigadier" and the texture of the paper's fibers for a long time.

The office was quiet, with only the occasional soft sound of papers turning.

After a long while, Mr. Wen put down his magnifying glass, took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and showed an expression that was a mixture of amazement and affirmation.

"Secretary Sha," Old Wen slowly said, "this calligraphy... is genuine."

"No need to do anything more... no need to add anything unnecessary!"

"Mr. Wen, are you sure?"

Sha Ruijin raised an eyebrow and leaned forward slightly more imperceptibly.

He invited Master Wen with the intention of using the latter's profound professional knowledge and reputation in the industry to endorse this somewhat "abrupt" apprenticeship letter.

Let's make it more "real"!

Even if it means some means!

But Sha Ruijin never expected that the conclusion given by Wen Lao would be one that required no "processing" whatsoever!

"Absolutely true!"

Mr. Wen nodded affirmatively.

He then began to explain to Sha Ruijin in a professional tone: "Secretary Sha, look—"

Mr. Wen pointed to the piece of paper on the table.

"This paper is a typical coarse fiber handmade paper that could be produced near the border area in the early 1940s. Its technological characteristics and raw material formula at that time are completely consistent."

"Moreover, the degree of yellowing, the natural wear and tear on the edges, and the aging of the fibers all point to the passage of time approximately eighty years ago."

"It's something that modern antiquing techniques simply can't perfectly replicate—at least not with the technology I know of right now."

Old Wen paused, then pointed to the most crucial part: "Especially the brigade commander's signature."

"To be honest, I have participated in the work of sorting out relevant historical archives and have personally seen and compared many brigade commanders' approvals and handwritten documents from different periods."

"The handwriting on this piece, from the strength of the initial strokes, the curvature of the turns, the habit of connecting strokes, to even the unique pause at the end of the strokes, is exactly the same as the original!"

"This characteristic, deeply ingrained in an individual's muscle memory for writing, is extremely difficult to imitate!"

In the end, Mr. Wen himself shook his head, as if sighing:

"Secretary Sha, if I'm not mistaken, this is indeed an authentic letter from that era!"

"I never imagined you and the brigade commander had such a connection!"

As people age, they become wise and experienced; Wen Lao naturally knew what Sha Ruijin wanted to hear.

Moreover, he wasn't just praising it; it's genuinely true!

Sha Ruijin listened silently, his face remaining expressionless.

"I understand. Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Wen. It's so late."

"It's nothing, Secretary Sha, you're too kind."

Old Wen stood up. He knew it was time for him to leave, and he also knew that what was to come was no longer within his purview.

Secretary Bai appeared at the opportune moment and politely and considerately escorted Mr. Wen out of the office.

Silence returned to the office, but the air seemed different.

Sha Ruijin did not get up immediately, nor did he deal with the pile of documents on the table.

He sat quietly in the large chair, his gaze returning to the open letter of apprenticeship.

However, the expression on his face was no longer as calm as before!

Really...

It turned out to be true!

He didn't need to use any resources or means to "embellish" or "confirm" it; this was a genuine apprenticeship letter!

This conclusion completely overturned many of his previous assumptions and doubts.

"In other words..." Sha Ruijin muttered to himself.

"My uncle, whom I barely remember and who died so young... did he really have such a connection with the brigade commander?"

This not only means that Sha Zhenjiang's personal history needs to be re-evaluated, but also that...

Thinking of this, Sha Ruijin smiled.

To be honest, this person rarely smiles.

But now, he's actually laughing!

"That young man named Shen Wang..."

If all of this is true, then Shen Wang's arrival is by no means a simple matter of "climbing the social ladder" or "opportunism"!

He Sha Ruijin needs to be re-evaluated!

After a long while, Sha Ruijin sat up straight and pressed the internal communication button.

"noob,"

"Make the arrangements! Tomorrow night, host a casual dinner at home. You personally invite Shen Wang over and tell him... I'd like to invite him to my house for a simple meal and a chat."

"...Yes, Secretary Sha."

Even Secretary Bai was deeply shaken at this moment!

There are very few people in the entire Handong Province who are qualified to attend Sha Ruijin's family banquet!

. . .

The next day.

Shen Wang was still fast asleep when he was woken up by his phone.

"Who is it...?"

He groggily reached for his phone, squinted, and saw that the family group chat, "Good Fortune and Family Togetherness," had exploded.

The message count is already 99+.

At the very top is a huge red envelope sent by my uncle.

He added a note: "Thank you all for your concern! Xiao Tao is safe and sound, all thanks to Daming @ZhouMing's help!"

"Tomorrow night at 6 PM, in the 'Listening to the Waves Pavilion' private room at Shanshui Manor, it's on me! No one in the family is allowed to be absent! Everyone must be there!"

This was followed by a long list:

"My uncle is so cool!"

"Shanshui Manor! Wow!"

"The Ming Dynasty is truly capable!"

"Our family has produced a true dragon!"

"That's right, the Ming Dynasty is the direct descendant of the Han Chinese!"

"I'll definitely be there tomorrow! Let's give the Ming Dynasty a proper celebration!"

……

Shen Wang glanced at the rapidly scrolling text on the screen and gave a slight smirk.

He was not interested in such occasions, especially since the main character was his cousin who was being misunderstood; going there would inevitably be awkward.

Just as I was thinking of an excuse to decline, a phone call came in…