It is true that Master Zhe likes little girls. He runs a dance class that loses money to teach children to dance. He is not the kind of perverted like. He really likes them and wants to protect them and watch them grow up.
He never had a family, so Achun and his younger sister were like his own biological daughters, so he would not tolerate them being bullied or aggrieved in the slightest.
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Before he left, he called Brother Yu alone and gave him an extremely sharp knife. He said with a serious face, "I used a knife before I practiced the butterfly knife.
No matter where you go from now on, if you see this cutting knife, it means you have seen me. If you treat Ah Chun badly, this knife will kill you at any time."
Brother Yu took the knife and promised that he would treat Ah Chun well and give her a happy life. ??
After hearing this, Master Zhe smiled and said to us, "Everyone, I'm going to Jiamusi now. We may not see each other again for the rest of our lives. Take care."
The boss and I bowed at the same time and said, "Master Zhe, take care!"
I thought this farewell would be forever, but unexpectedly! (I won’t mention it later.)
I promised the Changchun Society to go to Jiamusi to check the gate, and the Changchun Society would naturally not cause trouble for us. Achun also left the next day, because the younger sister was still hospitalized in a famous hospital, and she had to take care of her sister, but Achun made it clear
I said that after my little sister is discharged from the hospital, she will come to see Brother Yu immediately, and she will rely on Brother Yu from now on.
Brother Yu chuckled and said, "You can rely on me."
At that time, Ah Chun suddenly became angry. She walked over and slapped Brother Yu hard on the butt, and then said, "Control yourself, wait for me!"
Brother Yu’s answer was only four words.
"Amitabha".
It was Sunday, so I borrowed the suit, leather shoes, and watch I was wearing. After dressing up, I went to the Ganzi Prefecture Museum to try my luck.
There are some things I want to see if I can find the answers in the museum.
"Everyone, what you are seeing in front of you now is the museum's important collection! The tiger head scepter made of gold and silver from the Western Han Dynasty! This collection is a national first-class cultural relic and is rare in the world! Currently, there is only this one in front of you in the entire Sichuan."
The crowd suddenly exclaimed!
Many people were lying on the glass to watch, and the young man who was the tour guide seemed to enjoy everyone's reaction.
I stood not far away and thought to myself, "Brother, you are really lying. Where did the scepter come from during the Western Han Dynasty? This thing is clearly part of the carriage and horse. It should have been erected on the four corners of the carriage roof with bells hanging from it.
, when the bell rings, it means that a distinguished person is coming, reminding the people on the road to get out of the way."
Walking through the Ganzi Museum and looking through the glass showcases, I felt that these cultural relics should not be kept inside.
They should be released and bought and sold, so that their value can be reflected.
Came to a piece of porcelain.
Someone curiously asked the young tour guide, "Why is there a price on the label of this plate, 8,500 yuan? Is this plate still for sale?" The young tour guide immediately replied, "Yes, this is an authentic pastel plate from the Qing Dynasty. It is one of the few collections in our museum that is for sale. If you are interested, you can consider purchasing it."
Do you think it’s nonsense?
Why do museums still sell cultural relics to the outside world?
This is all true.
It's gone now, but you can still see it at that time, especially in local museums. They would buy some things from cultural relic markets and other channels, and sell them at high prices. Why do you do this? Because there is no money.
At that time, local finance provided little support to museums, so they had no choice but to find ways to save themselves. They had an internal department called the "Ministry of Tertiary Industry", also called the "Tertiary Industry Company", which was responsible for generating revenue.
This plate is said to be a pastel plate from the Qing Dynasty, but it is actually the "Four Concubines and Sixteenth Sons Pastel Folded Rim Plate" from the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. Ordinary people can't notice it. You have to look sideways to see that there are very thin strips at the mouth of the bowl.
of crossing the line.
8500? I think it's worth fifty at most.
"Hello, I bought this plate. Can I pay by credit card?"
The crowd looked sideways.
I thought to myself, who is this? Where did he get taken advantage of?
When I looked back, I saw that she was a beautiful woman, a very elegant lady.
This girl looks to be in her early twenties, has a thin oval face, a tall figure, skin as white as jade, and cut eyes. She is dressed in casual clothes, wearing a big-brimmed hat, and light makeup. She looks noble from the inside out.
I was so angry that there was someone beside me to help carry the bag.
Her bag is of an English brand, probably a streetwear micro-lamp.
"This beauty, are you sure you want to buy it? 8500."
"Um."
The girl smiled, showing two rows of white teeth and said, "I'll swipe my card."
The person who helped the girl carry the bag was probably the driver, and he swiped his card to buy it on the spot.
Then the museum visit turned sour. The tour guide took the girl to visit ordinary cultural relics that were listed for sale, and gave a lot of introductions.
This tour guide must be from the tertiary industry department of the museum. He gets commission for guiding tourists to buy these things, which is much higher than his salary.
There is only one word in this beauty's mouth.
"purchase!"
She buys whatever she sees and whatever is sold.
Porcelain, wood carvings, small snuff bottles, copper plates, cow bells, some old folk objects, shadow puppets, wooden awls for making clothes, etc. are all in a mess.
She doesn't ask about the price, let alone bargain. Whether it's 50,000 or 5,000, she always says "swipe the card."
In less than an hour, I estimate she spent hundreds of thousands!
male tour guide watching
She almost looked like a mother, and people around her looked at her curiously. This girl held her head high, as if she was a rich woman.
"Tsk, tsk," I muttered in a low voice, "You are so damn rich, you big fool. It would be nice to buy my stuff, but it's no better than you buying this pile of rubbish."
Unexpectedly, she seemed to hear it and suddenly turned around and asked me, "Hello, did you say something about me?"
I immediately waved my hand and said no, I didn't talk about you.
She stared at me with her big eyes, and I looked back at her without any hint of timidity.
At this time, the middle-aged man who was helping her carry the bag whispered, "Miss, our car won't be able to load it. You have already spent more than one million on this trip to Sichuan. I'm afraid."
"Oh! Uncle Bai! I only spent a million, but you still blame me for such a small amount of money."
The middle-aged man immediately shut up and did not dare to speak.
She said, "I saw in your eyes just now that you seemed to know a lot about cultural relics and antiques?" .??.
I smiled and shook my head, "I don't know much about it. I know a little bit about it, but the things you bought are all good and valuable."
She smiled and said quite proudly, "I have studied art design. I am going to take these historical Sichuan cultural relics back to Guangzhou, redesign them and give them a second life."
Redesign? I thought to myself, aren't you just destroying and ruining things?
When I went up to the second floor, I was suddenly attracted by a cultural relic in the corner.
It was a strange-looking, rusty saber.
Different from the ordinary style, there is a ring on the blade, and there are strange words engraved on the handle. Because the rust is too big, these words should have been cleaned by professionals.
I was studying it when suddenly an old man beside me said, "Young man, are you interested in this thing?"
"Old man, are you from the museum?"
"Haha, it was true a long time ago, but not anymore. I retired early."
"Oh, that's right. I don't think this is a knife from the Central Plains area. The label on the side is wrong. This is not a knife from the Muya and Dangxiang people."
A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. He looked at me and asked, "Young man, you have very good eyesight and you know that the party members have indeed marked this saber wrongly."
The old man said, "Back then, a group of Dangxiang people who escaped from the Great Northwest did live in Kangding. The existing Muya people can dance a kind of dance and worship the color white. Do you know the reason?"
Without thinking, I said four words: "Dabai Gaoguo."
"Oh, what else do you know?" The old man looked at me, and his eyes seemed to change from surprise to admiration.
I said directly, "Most of this group of people are descendants of the Xixia royal family. They established an isolated Xiwu State deep in the Miyao Mountains and subdued the Bo tribes in the mountains for their own use. They were afraid that the Mongols would come after them.
West The Xia people built huge watchtowers in the mountains. Maybe this regime lasted until the middle of the Yuan Dynasty before it died out."
"Wow, are you a history major in college? That's awesome, you know all this."
I looked back and saw that Bai Fumei had also gone up to the second floor.
When the male tour guide saw the old man, he immediately said respectfully, "Old curator! Why didn't you inform us when you came?"
"Haha," the old man said with a smile, "Don't bother. I had nothing to do at home today and went out for a walk. I didn't expect to meet a master today. Young man, part of what you said is right, but as for the other
Some still need to be investigated.”
The expert the old curator was referring to was of course me. I thought to myself, what else are you investigating? If you don’t believe me, I’ll take you for a tour of Miyao Mountain and you’ll understand.
"Hey." Bai Fumei called me, "Which university did you graduate from?"
"Me? I graduated from a black university."
"Heida? Where is that?"
I said, "Heilongjiang Mohe Polaris University, referred to as Heilongjiang University, is ranked in the top 30 in the world. Don't you know?"
Bai Fumei thought seriously for a long time, then shook her head blankly and said she didn't know.
I chuckled, turned around and asked the old curator where this saber came from.
The old curator told me, "This is a saber used by the Dai'er tribe, a branch of the Khitan people. The words on the handle mean, given by the prince."
"The Dai'er clan? Granted by the prince? Which prince?"
The old man shook his head and said that it was not clear yet.
I frowned, thinking of the red coffin full of corpse poison.
Li Xiandai is the king of Qingping County of the Bo tribe. I feel as if I have inadvertently grasped the key clues to unravel the historical mystery.
The old man said, "Young man, I see that you are very knowledgeable about the local history of Ganzi. If you have time, you can come to my home and we can have a good discussion." He gave me a business card with an address.
When I walked out of the museum, I was still thinking hard in my mind. Suddenly, the rich girl behind me came out and asked me to invite me to dinner. I definitely agreed.
They were driving a black Maybach, which was rare in Sichuan at that time. This shows that this beauty's family is not just ordinary rich, but a really rich person.
I found a high-end restaurant at noon. While eating, I learned that this woman's surname was Xie, and her name was Xie Lian'er. The great ancestor of her family was Xie Youren, the founder of Dongxingxing, a Chaozhou merchant.
When I heard her introduce herself, I almost lost my chopsticks.
It turns out that this girl is a descendant of a wealthy family. She is a real rich man! No wonder she has millions in pocket money and drives a Maybach. I never thought that one day, I, Xiang Yunfeng, would be able to realize this kind of thing. The daughter of a truly wealthy family.