Chapter 111: The wind blows, the snow flies, the hot sea turns cool
He was once the symbol of the highest power in Europe, the papal scepter. Under his will, the whole world surrendered to him. Xiao Luoyan curled her lips slightly when she saw this sentence under the display cabinet, the whole world? The huge tone reminded her of
The story of Yelang's arrogance.
Albert said piously: "This is the scepter God gave to Saint Peter. It is said to be very powerful."
Yan Mingqian pointed to the top of the scepter and asked: "Why is there a depression here, like a place where something is embedded?"
Albert sighed and said: "There used to be a pearl made from the skull of Saint Peter. It was lost during World War II. There is news that it was taken to the East by Mussolini's captain of the guard."
Yan Yuqian was not very interested in what Albert said. She glanced at the last row of words under the inscription on the display cabinet. When translated into Chinese, it was not for sale. She pulled Xiao Luoyan and walked towards other display cabinets. Albert followed closely and continued: "
Europeans believe that gold has essence, that is, the unique density, toughness and best part of gold is called fine gold. There will never be more than five ounces in a whole vein, and five ounces are used in the papal scepter.
Ten ounces of fine gold.”
Yan Yuqian and the other three walked to a tiara inlaid with diamonds and sapphires. They saw the dazzling gems on it shining brightly under the carefully arranged lights. Yan Yuqian noticed that there were three Chinese, English and Italian figures below.
An inscription in two languages, and marked as a product for sale. The inscription states that the Queen's corolla was custom-made by Catherine I. Later, due to changes in the political situation in Russia, the crown was not delivered as scheduled and was eventually auctioned by Christie's.
OK. The total weight of the item is 280 grams, and it is inlaid with 48 carats of diamonds and a 35-carat sapphire.
An expert in the doorway, Yan Yuqian looked at this thing carefully. The hollow carving technique is typical of the European classical magnificence style. Every diamond inlaid is so perfect, and the imaginative layout is on the small crown.
One more luxurious and one less simple. In addition to its special historical value, the value of this thing itself is by no means low. All items for sale at the jewelry exhibition have no price tags. Yan Yuqian is obviously very interested in this crown.
Ask Albert, "Hidden bid? The highest bidder wins?"
"Yes, it's a hidden bid. I didn't expect that Mr. Yan and I would have such the same vision. Everyone has fallen in love with this crown. It seems that there will inevitably be another competition. But my biggest weakness is that I cherish the beauty and cherish the jade. If Mr. Yan is willing to give it to me,
Introduce me to this young lady next to me, or if you are willing to personally honor me and have dinner with me, it doesn't matter if I withdraw from this." A young man in his twenties or eighties, with a frivolous and domineering tone and a calm demeanor, came to
The three people in front of Yan Yu came forward.
Yanjing, Liulichang, Duobaolou. Wang Maozheng reluctantly showed Zhang Tianming's personal information to Li Huqiu.
Duobaolou has always had a secret intelligence source in the hands of Wang Mao. Li Huqiu only knew that this information was not owned by Duobaolou. The reason why the well-informed organization was willing to help also stemmed from the good relationship that Jinchuan had formed back then.
After looking at it for a long time, Li Huqiu let out a long breath and said: "No wonder you have such a big opinion. This matter is really difficult to handle. I didn't expect that Zhang Tianming has such a big background. It seems that this matter needs to be considered in the long term. You have
What do you have in mind? Senior Brother Wang, to tell you the truth, I have to do this. If we can't outwit him, then I will have no choice but to assassinate this person."
Wang Mao frowned and pondered for a moment, then sighed and said: "You can win points for being loyal. To be loyal to a dead scum who has ruined the morality of the world for his evil deeds, and to risk his life to assassinate the eldest son of an important political figure for this person, it's up to you, Li Huqiu, to do this kind of thing."
Come out."
Li Huqiu said: "The truth is here. I understand everything you said, but I still have to do it to the end. Just tell me if you have any ideas."
Wang Mao nodded and said: "I have an idea, but it's a bit bad." Li Huqiu smiled and said: "Let's talk about it, beggars are not too bad." Wang Mao looked helpless and said: "Zhang Tianming is the worst person.
What he is good at is flattering their old man. Everyone knows that Mr. Zhang has always been fond of collecting antiques, and he especially has a special preference for fans. Although the fan you carry with you is a fake, most people will never be able to tell. If
If you are not afraid of Mr. Liang's censure and Meng Wuye's instigation, this matter will be easy to handle." Li Huqiu said: "You mean I will take it for granted." Wang Mao nodded and said: "That's right, as long as you are willing to do so.
As a prodigal who sells ancestral relics, I have my own way to take Zhang Tianming into the ditch."
In the antique shop, anyone who makes a living would not want to be associated with fakes, let alone take the initiative to sell fakes. Li Huqiu's master Liang Sihan hated counterfeiting and selling fakes the most in his life. When he thought of the old man's strict request, he memorized it.
Li Huqiu couldn't help but secretly thought that this was a bad idea, but he had no choice but to do it this way. He nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it this way, you can make the arrangements." Wang Mao saw Li Hu.
Qiu persisted and shrugged helplessly, "Okay, then I'll get started." But he thought in his heart: No wonder Master gave him such a huge responsibility, this young man's courage to shoulder the responsibility is indeed better than mine.
At the Panjiayuan Antique Market, a young man dressed in a fashionable style is setting up a stall. There is only one item for sale, a fan. There are several types of stalls here, and some put out a lot of things, real and fake.
There are all of them, and they are selling and shouting there. Some of them carry a few small items with them. When they meet people, they will come over and whisper: "Goods are good, the price is good, the business is booming, it looks like a leak, why don't you hug me?"
Eyes?" This is called Chuanzi sellers, and most of them are engaged in underground business, or people on underground business lines. And then there is the way of this young man. There are quite a lot of secret prodigals in the family, and some random people on the street
Come on, if anyone passes by, just call out, "Family Heirloom xxx, if you dare to look at me, I will steal your money. This thing of ours is the real thing! This sentence can be heard by outsiders who don't understand."
, you have to be so frightened that you have to call the police, but everyone in the industry knows that this is to praise the authenticity of your own things. The so-called money grabbing means that after you like it, the seller will ask a high price for it. Picking up on such a prodigal,
Either you take advantage or you suffer a big loss. In recent years, there have been less cases of taking advantage, but you always suffer a loss.
It was the weekend, and Panjiayuan Commercial Street was bustling with people. Zhang Tianming, who was in his thirties and described as naughty, came here at the invitation of He Wenyu, who was known as the Holy Aunt among the stubborn circles in Beijing. He was accompanied by more than a dozen bodyguards.
They were following him around, swarming around him, assuming a domineering attitude. Before the beauty arrived, this guy was wandering around in boredom, and was unconsciously brought to the attention of the flirtatious young man by the crowd.
There was a snap, and Zhang Tianming was startled. When he looked up, he saw a handsome young man in front of him. He was wearing sunglasses and a cool shirt. He had a folding fan in his hand. The snap just now was the boy opening the folding fan.
Er. I just heard the young man say: "It's written by Huizong of the Song Dynasty in Bajing'er. It's absolutely authentic. It's a family heirloom. You don't want to take a look at it? As long as you dare to take a look at it." Zhang Tianming was dismissive at first, and then he was
The fan attracted me, and after looking at it for a long time, I asked: "It's something handed down from ancestors?" The young man nodded and said: "Absolutely! Don't worry, I'm not the one selling licensed goods. If you don't believe it, you can go home with me and have a look.
There are quite a few objects similar to this around."
Zhang Tianming sneered, "Well, you are just a gangster selling licensed goods. I don't care. The things look like real things. What's the matter? How many more do you have at home? Remember, as long as the things are authentic, I don't care.
You are absolutely indispensable, if you dare to lie to me, I will let you blow out the lamp and pull out the wax."
The young man was Li Huqiu. Hearing what Zhang Tianming said, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. I was planning to blow out the lamp and pull the wax out of you. He nodded and said: "It is absolutely true. It is definitely an ancestral thing. It has an innocent origin. I promise not to give it to you."
You are in trouble."
Zhang Tianming looked around and realized that it was already past the agreed time. He cursed secretly and was put off by Little Hooves. He nodded and said, "I heard it was so lively, so I will go with you to have a look." Zhang Tianming
The man who was the leader of the dozen bodyguards behind him whispered: "Brother Ming" Zhang Tianming waved his hand and said: "Although the third child is squatting in a kiln in the steel city, he asked a friend in Russia to take back a square of Tianhuang that Yongzheng took with him and gave it to the old man.
Congratulations on my birthday. This old man has been struggling with the fact that he failed to reach a big position in his life. His favorite accessory is the imperial calligraphy and painting accessories. This fan was written by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, but it may not be as good as that of Fang Tianhuang, the third child. This fan
Since I still have something good, how can I miss it?"
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