Chapter 80 Fire (Part 3)
Sean is an international student studying history at Cambridge University. Sean is his English name and his Chinese name is Xiao Huai'en.
In most European and American regions, education is based on the so-called "happy education" because the social welfare is good. In fact, when you go abroad, you will find that most white countries are maintained by 2% of the elite class leading the 98% of the "happy" class. Most of their elite education is in private schools. And the elite education in private schools is not much better than that in China.
Cramming teaching, no less tests than in China, and maybe some flashy equestrian and golf courses for ordinary people. The content of the courses is not much different from that in China, but the tuition is enough to daunt most people in China.
The history department of Cambridge University has close ties with the world's top exploration equipment companies such as Arc'teryx and Marmot. Because of this, Sean, who majored in cultural relics protection technology, chose Cambridge University. He was lucky and entered Cambridge with good scores. Half of the students in Cambridge are aristocrats born in private schools. In other words, he has squeezed into a circle that can change his destiny - if there is no so-called "political correctness".
It was the same morning as usual. Sean had just gotten up and washed up when his British roommate across from him was already sitting on the bed, reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. The double room in Cambridge was quite rich in content and the environment was extremely comfortable. What puzzled Sean was that the other party actually took the initiative to say to him, "Hi, Sean."
This was unusual. Sean didn't know the other person's background. After all, he had only been in school for half a year. She was neither enthusiastic nor cold to him, and maintained the reserve of an aristocrat. It was hard to tell why she was unenthusiastic. She met all the standards of a good roommate: spoke softly, adhered to her own territory and never invaded the privacy of others, was quite clean, but he always felt that... there was a thin film between the two of them.
However, when Sean knew that the other party was from Eton College, the first private school in the UK, which had produced a president, he shrugged his shoulders and did not think too much about making friends with him. They were originally from different worlds. The so-called aristocracy in the UK has a history of at least hundreds of years. His family's wealth is at most tens of millions, which is probably the price of one of the other party's real estate.
It was rare for the other party to greet him first, so Sean washed his face and walked over: "What's the matter? Wilson?"
Wilson was a young man with freckles. He smiled and pushed a newspaper over to him: "Do you recognize this thing?"
Sean took a look and immediately gasped. Sean bought a stack of newspapers - he had the habit of reading newspapers and jogging in the morning, and on the stack of newspapers given to him, there was a clear message: "A magnificent relic comparable to the Great Wall and the Forbidden City! The legacy of the first emperor more than 2,200 years ago! The complete exploration of the underground palace of the First Emperor has been completed!"
This night...what did I miss?
Sean stared with wide eyes as he read on. There were many pictures on the newspaper, starting with the underground Great Wall, followed by the thousand-meter-long canal at the back, and then to the countless terracotta warriors!
He read it carefully and for a moment forgot Wilson's question. There were only countless questions in his mind: What happened last night? What the hell are these things? Have I strayed into some immortal novel? Is there actually a mysterious power in our world?
"Sean." Wilson spoke again, pointing at the last terracotta warrior and asked, "Excuse me, what is this?"
"Ah..." Sean finally reacted and answered subconsciously: "It's the Terracotta Warriors."
“Why are the Terracotta Warriors silver?”
"It says... chrome plating... super-era contact! And... and there are so many at once!?" Sean finally woke up from the bombardment in his mind. He quickly understood how terrible this report was! It was definitely enough to blow up the archaeology departments around the world!
Thousands of meters of underground rivers, thousands of Qin terracotta warriors, all the mechanisms are chrome-plated, and are extremely well preserved! This... will directly bring archaeology into a whole new dimension !
Mechanism, geomancy... These two names that foreigners originally did not understand will probably be the two hottest words in global archaeology in the next five years!
"Sorry..." Sean shook his head: "I'm not sure what happened last night?"
Wilson took the newspaper back with regret. He reaffirmed that Sean and the family behind him could not provide any help to his family, and it was not worth wasting time - after all, the most important thing for elite teaching was connections.
Wilson left, thinking that the professor would know more clearly, after all, the professor had close ties with the National Museum of England. Sean immediately picked up his phone and opened the WeChat group.
This is a WeChat group for Chinese students studying in the UK, and the WeChat group has already exploded!
"Did you see the news broadcast last night? It was so awesome!" "Of course I saw it. Who is this awesome guy? Hu Bayi? Finding dragon points? Moving mountains?!" "Fuck, today our history professor asked me, a math student, to ask what this is. I explained it to him for a long time. I was so proud!"
"Everyone! Shouldn't the focus be on such a huge underground palace?! This is really an underground Forbidden City! So awesome!" "I really can't imagine how they built something like this when productivity was so low more than 2,000 years ago?" "Have you heard? There is Mozi's corpse in there. The elders at the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences told me that there are monsters in there!"
Sean tossed and turned for a long time before finally coming to his senses and immediately called home.
His family made their fortune by reselling cultural relics, but they only traded them domestically. He had to remind his family that if possible, they must get a piece of the collection - he saw the last auction information in the newspaper for next week!
No matter how it is resold later, its value will only increase higher with the further development of the underground palace!
However, no one answered his call.
No... In the current domestic archaeology and antiques industry, no company manager has the time to answer other calls. Auction houses, collectors... Countless red eyes all looked at the Shenzhou official website. They kept calling the other person in charge, but all they got was busy, busy, and busy.
It seems like this call can’t be connected at all!
At 8 o'clock this morning, the official website of Shenzhou finally revealed the contents of next week's auction. A long list, all from the underground palace of the First Qin Emperor! Ten categories, fifty-three treasures!
Next Wednesday will be the special auction of the Underground Palace of the First Qin Emperor of China. It will also be the only, first and last auction!
Once you miss it, there will be no second chance.
"Hasn't the call been connected yet?" The chairman of Xiao's company looked at the phone with red eyes and asked anxiously.
The secretary, the assistant, and himself, all used all channels to try to get an admission ticket. But even Section Chief Wang, who had always had a good relationship with him, was vague this time. Now... every minute might mean the loss of an admission ticket!
He had been calling since 9 o'clock last night, and woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning, but still couldn't get through. According to some of his information, several top collectors in Japan and South Korea have taken off today. He put down the phone, sighed, and clicked on Shenzhou's homepage again.
"A pair of gold-inlaid jade ruyi, engraved with the name of the First Emperor." "A set of jewelry by the mother of Qin II, Hu Hai, including a cloud-shaped jade hairpin sprinkled with gold rubies, a cat's eye hairpin inlaid with gold lotus, a gilded phoenix jade hairpin, and a filigree butterfly-shaped agate hairpin..."
"An icy jade Xuanji engraved with the genealogy of the First Emperor." "A set of icy jade chimes." "A four-dragon jar." "A mountain and river tripod."
"One Changxin Palace lantern." "Fifty chrome-plated Qin warriors." "One set of Qin painted bricks." "One pair of rouge jade dragon talismans."
And so on!
Each one of them is enough to move any collector! However, he knew that these were not really good things.
The truly good things will not be sold but will only go into national museums.
"Only artworks are for sale... such as the skeleton of the eighth generation Mozi, his suicide note, and... I heard that the Qin King's Bone Mirror has appeared... These things are truly priceless treasures!"
His hands sank deeply into her black hair, and after a few seconds, he suddenly stood up: "Book a flight!"
"I will go to Yanjing today!"
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Yanjing, the headquarters of Shenzhou.
Song Yunshen barely slept all night. He personally supervised the update of the Shenzhou website, reviewed the collections and the list again, personally answered calls from top foreign collectors who called at night because of the time difference, compared the information with the Academy of Social Sciences, and discussed the layout of the auction venue with the professional auction venue designer of Shenzhou...
Not only him, but almost all the bosses in Yanjing arrived. In the end, using their connections, they came up with an incredible on-site arrangement!
That is...auction in a museum!
This unprecedented auction is held in China’s own museum!
All the treasures in the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum that are still preserved in China will be on display, including the corpse of Mozi, his suicide note, the dragon throne that was found later and is suspected to have been sat on by Qin Shihuang during his personal inspections, his personal seal, and so on!
All the wealthy people who come to participate will compete for the fifty-three rare treasures that they have released among these unattainable treasures!
Is it precious?
Judging from the surface value, the jewelry, musical instruments, and utensils of the Qin Dynasty are not as exquisite as those of later generations.
However, their historical status and the humanistic value behind them are immeasurable!
If Shenzhou was not a private company, these things would not have been released. For this reason, several famous professors have criticized Song Yunshen, including his former teacher.
"Capitalists have to live too..." Song Yunshen sighed with both pain and joy, closed his eyes, and repeated what he had been saying all night: "Xiao Li, give your report."
Secretary Li nodded. "This morning, starting from 7 o'clock, the number of visitors to the official website has skyrocketed, and the server almost crashed, but it has stabilized now."
"Currently, 20 of the top 50 richest people in the world have been invited. The remaining places are held by the richest people in China. It is reported that Boss Ma, Boss Wang, Boss Xu and others have planned to arrive three days in advance, hoping to take a look at other treasures."
"Promise them." Song Yunshen said without hesitation: "We will need their support in the future. Remember, only promise domestic ones. For foreign rich people, you can show them the information and politely decline. Just say that it has been put into the national treasury."
He opened his tired eyes, his gaze like a wolf king preparing to hunt: "Next Wednesday, Shenzhou will give everyone an unforgettable night!"
"Prepare the information on the Qin Shi Huang Underground Palace and the report on its development prospects given to us by the higher-ups. When the time comes... announce it on the spot! Beg for alms on the spot! I want to see how many people can resist!"
