777米奇影

“Could it be a dragon robe?”

The next cabinet he pulled open was noticeably larger.

Inside were stacked garments, layer upon layer, vibrant and colorful, bearing a striking resemblance to dragon robes.

Luo Feng picked up a piece of clothing, unfurling it.

“Indeed, it’s a dragon robe! This Japanese devil has quite the knack for collecting!”

Everyone was astonished.

How had such an item fallen into the hands of this Japanese person?

“It appears to be a python robe,” Luo Feng stated, “Likely a theatrical costume.”

After storing the garments, Luo Feng discovered a note attached to one.

“Costume gifted by Mei Lanfang.”

“So, it truly is a theatrical costume, a gift from Mr. Mei Lanfang?”

“The owner of this basement must be either a politician or a significant merchant!”

“Why does our Lord Mayor appear so displeased?”

“How could he be content? The host discovered all these treasures. He already agreed that whatever we find belongs to our streamer!”

“If this were scripted, it would be unimaginable. Those Japanese goons wouldn’t dare to use such valuable treasures as props!”

“How will this all end? I suspect there’s more hidden treasures in this basement! ”

“This is probably all there is. After all, it’s only a basement. Don’t tell me you’re anticipating it to be as valuable as an ancient tomb, worth billions!”

“If that’s the case, not only would the city lord’s face turn green, but I reckon the Japanese officials would also be spitting blood in frustration!”

“Billions? It’s not an ancient tomb; a solitary basement can’t be worth that much!”

“I said from the beginning it was implausible!” Luo Feng grasped the gist of the conversation.

But internally, he smirked.

To anyone else, the value of a basement being billions would seem outrageous. But with his system, he had already ascertained that it could indeed reach billions.

What was certain was, when the time came, both the Lord Fujii and the young devil’s officials would spit blood out of frustration.

Opening the door to the next cabinet, Luo Feng discovered a fan.

The ribs of the fan were painted with colorful clay and gold, adorned with plum blossoms and mandarin ducks.

Once spread open, it was truly elegant.

The inscription on it read, “Gifted by Mr. Mei Lanfang.”

It seemed the owner of this basement had a rather close relationship with Mr. Mei Lanfang.

“A ticket from Mei Lanfang, a robe from Mei Lanfang, a folding fan from Mei

Lanfang; all that’s missing is a pair of shoes from Mr. Mei Lanfang!”

After returning the items, Luo Feng proceeded to open another cabinet.

Inside, he found a pair of basin shoes.

Luo Feng was momentarily speechless.

The internet users had guessed correctly.

There were indeed shoes.

Undoubtedly.

“Is the owner of this basement somewhat peculiar? Mr. Mei Lanfang was a man after all, even his shoes were collected?”

“Heh, have you forgotten Farewell My Concubine? The emperor in that play had some peculiar tastes, didn’t he?”

“Hahaha! I remember now, that emperor was quite eccentric, even twisted the character orientation of Cheng Dieyi, his own brother!”

As for the shoes, they were evidently a gift from Mr. Mei Lanfang.

Undoubtedly, the owner of this basement was affluent.

With a creak, Luo Feng opened another cabinet.

After pulling it open, the interior space measured about half a meter.

[ Ding! Nitrate film, worth 1 million yuan! ]

Only after hearing the system’s valuation did Luo Feng understand what it was.

“What is this object?”

“A tire?”

“The owner’s taste for collecting is rather eclectic!”

“It’s not a tire!” Luo Feng clarified, “This is nitrate film. Silent movies were played on this. This one is Mr. Mei Lanfang’s ‘Rainbow Pass’! I checked the production company; it was a company from the Sakura country back in the day!”

“Is this a film that Mr. Mei Lanfang starred in?”

“I’m only concerned about its value!”

“Of course it’s valuable! It’s part of the filmographic legacy left by Mr. Mei Lanfang! ”

“But these are all negatives. Surely the company would have their own negatives?

“They wouldn’t anymore; they were lost in the war!” Luo Feng glanced at the other compartments.

All were silent films.

Stacks of tapes too.

Including “Xi Shi,” “Heavenly Maiden Scatters Flowers,” and “Drunken Concubine,” among others.

“This truly is a collection dedicated to Mei Lanfang!”

“Indeed, a dedicated fan. To love to such an extent is no small feat!”

These items, not just now but even back in the day, were incredibly valuable.

After all, Mei Lanfang’s fame was immense, a genuine international sensation.

Especially the nitrate films, which were priceless.

City Lord Fujii, on the side, was on the verge of tears.

These items, if Luo Feng hadn’t been invited here, even if his own men couldn’t find them, would still be buried underground. If someone discovered them one day, wouldn’t they belong to the people of Sakura country?

But now, they were about to be taken away by Luo Feng.

As Luo Feng approached the next cabinet, although Fujii couldn’t bear it, it was already too late to intervene.

He could only silently follow.

After opening the door to the cabinet, another roll of nitrate film was inside.

“Is this Modern Times, by Chaplin?”

“Ah, the owner of this basement truly enjoyed such collectibles!” “Who wouldn’t appreciate the novelty of cinema when it first emerged?”