Chapter 79 Fire (II)
A fire ignited the whole country without any warning.
At this moment, regardless of whether they were practitioners or not, and regardless of where they were, as long as they were watching the news broadcast, some stopped eating, some stopped chatting, and all looked at the TV in amazement.
"Oh my God..." Several professors from the History Department of Jianghan University, who lived in different parts of the city, all stood up at this moment and looked at the TV in shock.
When the Great Wall appeared, his hands trembled and the ash fell on his sleepiness, but he was completely unaware of it.
When the huge underground palace finally appeared, he was already standing in front of the TV, hardly able to believe his eyes.
Countless words were repeating in my mind: This is the best preserved and largest underground palace in China's history!
This is the most important research direction in the next ten years!
This is a cultural treasure left by our ancestors more than two thousand years ago!
When the announcer finished his last sentence, he stood up straight as if awakened from a dream. Before he could calm down, the phone suddenly started ringing frantically.
As soon as I picked up the phone, a trembling voice came from the other end: "Did you see it?"
"I see..." The old man took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "You still have time to call me? Call the principal immediately! Apply for a research project! Quick!"
Suddenly, a spring breeze came, and thousands of pear trees blossomed.
The Archaeology Department of Yenching University, known as the best archaeology department in China, was in a state of turmoil. In each dormitory, students immediately received voice messages and notifications from their teachers, and immediately watched the news broadcast and the subsequent Focus Interview.
If you know the truth, just check it on the Internet and you will know everything.
"Fuck...Fuck!" A girl covered her mouth and looked at the photos. She could only scream, "This is actually real?!"
Beside her, several classmates crowded together, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads: "Look here... there's another ball here! Is it a rolling mechanism? No... there actually is a mechanism!"
"Look here, there are so many spears sticking out! How did they get through? I can't figure it out!" "And here! This bell-beating wood... Oh my God... Are they okay? Are they okay?" "What kind of a mechanism is this? I'm going to explode!"
This scene happened in the archaeology departments of countless universities. For academic reasons, they were the first to see the news. But within half an hour, the news spread like a virus, and on countless websites, various clips and videos from CCTV News rushed to the top of various forums within ten minutes after the first fifteen minutes. Then, they were quickly pinned to the top and featured.
There is no title, or some have titles, but the exclamation mark is the focus of the post. For example, "Archaeology Forum", "Antique Forum" and completely unrelated major city forums, car forums, travel forums... not to mention public platforms such as Hupu, Penguin, and Baidu. Similar to "I fucking s***!!" "OMG!!!" "Real version of Kunlun Temple!!" "!! Am I awake? I'm not awake??"
Etc. And so on.
An hour later, the top three hot searches on Baidu were: First Emperor's Mausoleum.
Second: The real version of Kunlun Temple.
Third: Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang.
Even the names of Shenzhou and Captain Jiang ranked eighth and ninth on the hot searches!
When legends and myths truly come into being, when the pages of history shake off the dust and are completely opened... shock, surprise, and pride... the fiery emotions gather into streams in each person's heart, and the streams then gather into the sea, slaughtering the entire network in one fell swoop!
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The horse gallops in the spring breeze, and all the flowers in Chang'an can be seen in one day.
"Is it okay? Hey... Boss Song, we are old acquaintances... Just one word from you..." "Mr. Song, Mr. Li from Panjiayuan is on the phone." "Boss, Vice President Zhou from the Palace Museum is on the phone." "Boss, President Mu from the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences is on the phone."
The phone kept ringing. Song Yunshen had been on the phone for a full hour. Just as he put down the phone to take a break, an assistant ran over and said, "It's Minister Chen's call."
Finally here... Song Yunshen took a deep breath and picked up the phone, his voice became softer: "Uncle Chen, hello."
There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a few seconds, a serious voice rang out: "The back waves push the front waves forward, Yunshen, well done."
"The statistics from the news broadcast have come out, and it is the peak in recent years."
"The Focus Talk ratings reached 52%, the highest in 10 years."
The sound of a lighter came from the other end of the phone, and Song Yunshen laughed silently. Minister Chen was an old friend of his father's generation. He knew him too well. He was old-fashioned and serious. He would never smoke unless he was in a good mood. So he knew that there was definitely more good news than just this.
Minister Chen paused after a deep breath and continued, "Just now, the Korean Lee Group—Samsung—and the core members of several Japanese groups contacted me through private channels."
"I heard that the Ministry of Culture and the Ministry of Publicity have received official calls from the Korean Ministry of Culture and the Japanese Ministry of Culture. They are all asking the same question: Can we join the exploration together? If not, can we join the follow-up research? And, what form will the investment of Shenzhou Company be rewarded in? If it is through auction, their national museum is ready to submit a formal application."
Two big fish!
Song Yunshen's eyes lit up. Japan and South Korea are definitely two countries that are crazy about Chinese cultural relics. European and American collectors may still hesitate when seeing good collections, but these two... Don't be afraid of not having money, just be afraid of not having goods!
Minister Chen's voice continued: "So, Uncle Chen asks you a question, answer honestly, how do you plan to cash in?"
This means that the other party is not asking as a deputy minister, but as an elder... Song Yunshen pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "It is true that Shenzhou was founded by a national organization. We know our position, but the investment this time is too huge, and nineteen people died. There are some unimportant things that we do plan to auction."
Minister Chen said meaningfully: "Since you have made up your mind, Uncle Chen will not waste any more words. Just remember that some things can be sold, and some things cannot be sold. Although Shenzhou is a private enterprise, but... you are the real third generation of the red family, don't lose face for your grandfather."
After saying this, the other party hung up the phone.
Song Yunshen sat on the sofa with a glass of black coffee in front of him. He had not rested for the whole day, but after hanging up the phone, he still didn't want to rest.
He took a big sip of coffee and pressed the button on the table. Soon, the assistant came over.
"Have you sorted out the list of lots?"
“It’s ready.”
"Send it to South Korea and Japan immediately! Now!"
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Osaka, Japan.
There is a very strange phenomenon in Japan: young people like to go to Tokyo, while middle-aged and elderly people like to go to Osaka, which leads to a high concentration of wealth in Osaka. High-end consumption places are everywhere, and often an ordinary person is not even qualified to enter a humble building to consume.
A large house with a typical Japanese "dry landscape" style in the courtyard and a dense cherry tree in the back. In the old house of the Nara period surrounded by various vegetation, an old man was sitting on the tatami in a kimono, leisurely sipping tea. Opposite him, a geisha with black teeth and a white face was playing the shamisen leisurely.
"Mr. Saito." A young man walked over lightly on the tatami, leaned down and whispered, "News from China has arrived."
Mr. Saito finally opened his eyes and took the information from the young man. The geisha immediately retreated. He flipped through it and took a glance, and his dim eyes suddenly widened.
Just like the setting sun , it instantly dispelled the haze in his eyes, leaving only the brilliance of the sun. Saito's entire life seemed to come alive at this moment. He breathed a little heavier and looked deeply at the information. The first line on it was: Fifty chrome-plated terracotta warriors and horses of Qin Shihuang!
Below are the heights, photos, and details of these chrome-plated terracotta warriors. With Saito's eyes, he immediately saw that the colors of these terracotta warriors not only had the Han purple known as "Imperial Purple", but also... the chrome plating technology that was known to be ahead of its time... two thousand years ago!
And...according to the information, this is a mechanism.
After more than two thousand years, the mechanism of the crossbow in my hand can still shoot!
"You know, how majestic it would be to put this in my tomb?" Saito suddenly asked, and the assistant nodded immediately: "I'm afraid it's the only one in Japan."
After a pause, he whispered, "The auction of the Terracotta Warriors...maybe this is the only chance."
"So... we have to take them down!" Saito licked his lips. Although he looked old, his eyes were as fierce as a tiger's: "No matter who they are, no matter how high the price is, I need at least four!"
"This is a treasure passed down from generation to generation. You can only encounter it once in a while!"
More than one wealthy person, more than one organization, all the wealthy people in Asia and Yanjing who were working at the same time saw the list, and in Europe and the United States, at five or six in the morning, the heads of many auction houses and museums were woken up by the urgent ringing of the phone. When they heard the content clearly, their sleepiness disappeared instantly, and they immediately put on their clothes and rushed to their work stations.
Sweden, Royal National Museum. It was only half past five, but the director, two vice-directors, and several ministers had all gathered in front of a projector.
The projector was playing the auction item list and exhibition list that Song Yunshen had just sent over.
"Fifty chrome-plated bronze terracotta warriors... five hundred Qin coins... Qin Shihuang's personal seal, a complete chrome-plated Qin Dynasty chrome-plated long sword... 2,000-year-old pottery figurines and pottery..." The curator, who was over 70 years old, looked at the art from the East with fascination. However, he finally sighed and shook his head: "This is something we cannot get our hands on. Private collectors in Japan and South Korea will go crazy."
"But... we have to consider this!" He looked at the exhibition list below with a burning gaze and couldn't help swallowing hard.
One of the exhibits: 387 meters of white "Jiaolong" snake skin!
The second exhibition list: the corpse of the sixth generation Mozi and his manuscripts, and the stone tablets that inherited the Mohist mechanical techniques!
The third item on the exhibition list: a gentleman emperor gibbon!
The fourth on the exhibition list: The Qin King’s Bone Mirror !
No matter which one it is, it is a rare treasure!
" They didn't say we can't take it abroad!" The deputy director's voice was a little hoarse: "Yes, we have the possibility of renting it! This kind of thing... must be exhibited in the Swedish Museum! This is an archaeological discovery that can shock the world!"
"The only ones we're competing with are the British National Academy, the Australian Academy of Arts, the American Academy, and the Japanese National Academy. It's not like we don't have a chance!!"
Without any hesitation, the curator gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Wake up Thomas from the Ministry of Finance and ask him how much more Lend-Lease funds we can come up with!"
