Goldfinger is a bit strange

Fatty Jin planned the whole process, so he knew it best. He still smiled and said to the translator:

"Tell Mr. Kameda that we bought this painting from the auction house in Europa at a high cost. Please ask him to keep quiet and not disturb everyone's viewing."

Oh, that’s it. All the Chinese people in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.

Then some people began to express their opinions: "Okay, the national treasure is coming back, which is very satisfying."

"Go home, the national treasure comes home, haha, the most rare thing is to find it again after it is lost."

While everyone was expressing their joy, they could not suppress their excitement: Our treasure must be brought back!

Fatty Jin also took out the certificate issued by the auction house. This was an auction house called Weisen Auction Company. No one present had heard of it.

However, the procedures were very formal, and the auction amount was as high as 12 million US dollars.

"This is stolen goods, don't you know?" Kameda was still angry. .

Liu Qingshan stood up and shook his head slightly: "No, this is not stolen goods. We obtained it from a legal auction. As for the source of the items, that is not something we consider."

Then Liu Qingshan said unceremoniously: "Mr. Kameda, this is my private museum. Please don't talk nonsense here. Otherwise, I will ask the security to ask you out. Please respect yourself."

"you!"

Kameda was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He also studied economics, so of course he knew the trick:

Just that Wesson Auction Company, if you don’t believe it, if you go find it now, it will definitely go bankrupt.

Then change the place to register a new one, start a new business again, and continue to play this kind of game. Even if you want to sue, you won't be able to find anyone.

"This matter is not over yet. I will report it to our government immediately and lodge a solemn protest!"

Kameda said bitterly, and the crowd automatically made way for a passage. This kind of disgusting person should have left long ago.

"Happy to accompany you."

Liu Qingshan replied with a smile, "Isn't it just a lawsuit? Who is afraid of whom? The lawsuit between Liu Qingshan and Sony is not over yet."

Besides, it's impossible to figure out this kind of nonsense, and the final outcome can only be to let it go.

Kameda's companions had no shame in staying any longer, so they all left together in despair.

Wang Fujun also chased after him, complaining secretly in his heart: These little devils are too unreliable, and if they do such nonsense, the commission this time will probably be lost again.

The remaining people in the hall had smiles on their faces. Everyone looked at Liu Qingshan and felt a little closer to him. This was a sense of identity generated by a common national sentiment.

I don’t know who took the lead, but suddenly there was applause in the exhibition hall.

Whether it is a picture of a five-color parrot or a picture of a red and white hibiscus, every Chinese descendant will feel proud if such a national treasure can go home.

Of course, everyone will respect Liu Qingshan who paid a large price to buy back the national treasure.

"Thank you everyone, let's continue visiting." At this moment, Liu Qingshan felt that the price he paid was all worth it.

Next, everyone became more interested in visiting, and the quality of the collections in the calligraphy and painting museum was indeed high enough, which made the calligraphy and painting connoisseurs look at them with great enthusiasm.

Some of the works collected by Liu Qingshan were acquired, and some were obtained from treasure caves. They were all high-quality products plundered by the Japanese army.

Another part was found in the darkroom of the old house, which is equally extraordinary.

Of course, there are also several foreign oil paintings on display separately.

Liu Qingshan does not plan to collect these oil paintings for a long time, and they are all kept here for fishing:

Foreigners prefer oil paintings, so they will definitely like them. Well, let’s exchange them for ancient Chinese calligraphy and paintings of comparable value.

Tibetan friends just want to share what they have and have friendly exchanges.

If you appreciate these paintings and calligraphy, each painting and calligraphy will take you several days to study.

At this moment, I can only take a quick look at the flowers. If you are interested, you can come and take a closer look later.

After leaving the calligraphy and painting museum, many people were thinking about one thing: the value of these exhibits is probably hundreds of millions, and they really are rich people.

Then continue to visit the Bronze Museum, where there are many bronzes and Buddha statues purchased by Liu Qingshan from overseas.

The most eye-catching thing is a group of animal heads displayed in a special booth.

There are five in total, each one is lifelike, but there are still some spaces in the middle, which are reserved.

Most ordinary people don't know the origin, but experts can't help but exclaim: "The twelve zodiac animal heads, it's a pity, there are still seven to go!"

On the day the animal heads were shipped back, Mr. Shan, who was asked to have them appraised at the airport, experienced the return of the animal heads himself and was filled with emotion:

"One day, the twelve zodiac animal heads will be reunited. I hope I can see that day."

Liu Qingshan's eyes were firm: "Teacher Shan, you can definitely do it. The day when the country takes off is when the national treasure returns."

Mr. Shan looked excited: "Okay, I'll wait for that day to come."

The people around him also looked solemn, and they were also looking forward to it.

The fate of the animal head represents that period of humiliation. Every descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties with blood is holding their breath in their hearts:

Wash away the shame and revitalize China!

However, there are exceptions. Expert Xu Yanwu and Xu Xu, who was mixed in the crowd, were thinking about a crooked idea.

When the beast head returned, he was also present. He also wanted to claim credit and advocated donating to the country, but Liu Qingshan pushed him back.

Xu Yanwu has been holding a grudge and wants to find a chance to take revenge.

Just now, wandering around the Porcelain Museum and the Calligraphy and Painting Museum, Xu Yanwu was full of jealousy: so many cultural relics, many of which are exquisite, the value is really too tempting.

He also thought, how nice it would be if he could own these collections.

It seems that Liu Qingshan is too rich. Yes, is the source of all this money clean?

Xu Yanwu had a plan in his mind: I will sue you first!

Liu Qingshan didn't know that he had been remembered by someone, and he still led everyone to continue the tour.

In the Bronze Museum, another more eye-catching artifact is the snake-coiled turtle artifact.

The only two meteorite diamond night pearls in the world made everyone marvel.

Liu Qingshan's plan is to gradually build a meteorite museum in the future to collect these aliens.

In this era, the value of meteorites is very low, and it is a very niche collection category, which is just suitable for early layout.

In fact, relatively speaking, most antiques now have huge room for appreciation.

Didn't Mr. Ma, who opened a private museum in the future, start from this time, and finally become a famous collector?

Speak of the devil, a group of people entered the bronze museum, bowed and greeted each other in a familiar manner, and they were all from the film and television circle, the literary circle, and the collection circle.

The leader was Mr. Shuo, followed by Xiao Gangpao, who showed his rotten teeth and nodded to everyone he saw. At this moment, Xiao Gangpao was still Mr. Shuo's lackey.

"Brothers, welcome!" Liu Qingshan greeted them. These were all from the Beijing circle.

Gu Hu "Qingshan, congratulations, just now Youzi called and we got the news."

Mr. Shuo said carelessly, he was in a period of spring breeze, no matter who it was, few people could look up to them, so he was quite polite to Liu Qingshan.

"Haha, I didn't mean to alarm everyone. We are here to show our support. Thank you."

Liu Qingshan said a few polite words. These people in the Beijing circle tend to stick together, are loyal, and of course very xenophobic.

At this time, someone behind Shuo Ye said, "Brother Qingshan, this is the first private museum in our country. It's incredible, it's really incredible."

Liu Qingshan was also happy when he saw it. Isn't this the later teacher Ma? He is still quite young now.

Sorry, I took the title of your first private museum.

This Mr. Ma later opened his own classical art museum in 1996. He was also the first in the country and became famous for a while.

So Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Ma also likes collecting. Let's have a good exchange in the future."

Teacher Ma waved his hands repeatedly, "I am far behind. Compared with you, brother, I am just a small witch meeting a big witch."

He has liked collecting antiques since he was in his twenties. Now he is in his thirties. He has been collecting antiques for more than ten years and has collected thousands of objects.

I thought it was very good and I felt very accomplished, but when I came to Qingshan Museum today, I felt like a child playing house.

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "Teacher Ma, the fun of collecting lies in interest and self-enjoyment. If we compare it with the museum, we might as well not play it."

Hahaha, this is pleasant to hear, and everyone laughed.

So these people also joined the visiting team. They have now organized a "Seahorse Film and Television Creation Studio", which still has many experts.

For example, Mr. Mo, who later won the first literary award, and Mr. Yu who wrote "To Live", are among them.

In addition to Mr. Shuo who carried the banner, Mr. Ma who played the side drums, etc., they have produced many good scripts one after another.

For example, there is a story about the editorial department. Mr. Ge became famous because of this drama.

At that time, there was a famous slogan: Dongbao, what are you thinking about?

Walking forward, soon, a large piece of gold with a strange shape attracted everyone's attention.

"Is this the legendary gold nugget?" Little Cannon had some knowledge.

This gold nugget was brought back by Liu Qingshan from Russia. There was no special exhibition hall, so it was simply placed in the Bronze Hall.

Unlike other exhibits, this gold nugget was not covered with a glass cover.

"Hehe, if you like, you can touch it. Legend has it that it can bring wealth to people."

Little Fourth stretched out his palm and touched the surface of the gold nugget, as a demonstration. Otherwise, the adults would be embarrassed to consider their status.

And Little Six, of course, wanted to join in the fun, but he was a little short and couldn't reach it.

In the end, Shan Xing picked her up and touched it with her lucky little hands. Little Six was still muttering, "Touch it, and you'll get rich."

Some adults also laughed and touched it.

When Liu Qingshan designed it, he didn't add a cover. This was his intention, and it was also for tourists to experience it.

After all, other cultural relics are not something that everyone can handle, but this dog-head gold is fine, so it is not afraid of being touched.

"I want to touch it too, I have lost a lot recently." Teacher Ma muttered, and actually reached out to try.

He recently opened a dance hall with someone else, called Seahorse, which was crowded with customers every day and had a very prosperous business.

But in the end, he lost a lot of money, hundreds of thousands of dollars went down the drain.

There is no way, the people who come are all friends, and Master Ma cares about face. When friends come, they eat, drink and have fun, all for free, so how can he not lose money?

"Teacher Ma, let's study it while we eat later."

Liu Qingshan is also very happy to associate with this person. After all, in the antique circle, he has a wide network of contacts and can cooperate appropriately.

"Oh, Mr. Liu is a great talent. If I can give Lao Ma a trick, I can definitely do it."

Xiaogangpao hasn't mixed up yet, and he basically talks in a supportive manner, but it's not like after he became famous, he dared to quarrel with everyone.

Lao Ma's eyes also lit up: "Okay, let me thank brother Qingshan first."

Then everyone went to the Furniture Hall. Qing Yishui was full of furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, with expensive materials and exquisite craftsmanship.

Although the value is not high now, in a few years it will start to rise.

Unknowingly, it was already noon, and I had just taken a quick look at it. Those in the industry and those who were acquainted with it were a little reluctant to leave.

"Everyone, take your time and watch later. Anyway, we can't run away from Brother Qingshan's museum. Let's go to the restaurant in the film and television city for lunch first."

Director Zhang was talking loudly, and everyone went out to get in the car one after another, some looking for a car, some taking the bus. These days, it is rare to have a private car.

There were several buses parked outside, all of which were transporting employees of the Jade Bird High-tech Park. Grab them and go straight to the film and television city.

The two places were not far apart, and they arrived quickly. A total of thirty or forty tables were set up before they were settled.

Of course you can't eat lunch boxes, that's a joke, the food and wine have been prepared long ago and served like running water. Everyone is not polite. Look at the attitude, they all look like big eaters.

In fact, there really is no such thing as free food. Favors come and go.

Just like the sub-district office at the Asian Games Village, they agreed to communicate with the authorities and set up a dedicated station at the museum.

The house was full of distinguished guests and famous friends, so Liu Qingshan naturally wanted to propose a glass of wine and say a few words of thanks at every table.

Unknowingly, he also had his own network of contacts in the capital.

When he arrived at the table in Jingquan, Lao Ma couldn't wait to ask for advice.

Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "How about you all save a notebook together, make a TV series, and write about the things that happened in the song and dance hall, and then make up for the losses?"

"Yes, we are the best at this." Mr. Shuo slapped his thigh. The story about the editorial department they did was quite good.

Lao Ma also smiled happily: "Okay, let's call it Haima Dance Hall."

Mr. Shuo also said: "Brother Qingshan, you still have a sharp mind. We will keep in touch in the future."

This means that people in the Beijing circle are officially accepted. There are many friends and many paths, and Liu Qingshan does not exclude them.

We ate, drank, and communicated with each other. We had a meal until about three o'clock in the afternoon, and then we parted happily.

It had been quite busy for most of the day. Liu Qingshan asked everyone to disperse and take a rest, while he returned to the museum. There were more than a dozen cultural relic researchers who were itching to get started.

This includes Lao Ma, who is now considered half an insider.

Liu Qingshan is not exclusive in this regard. They are all experts. It would be good to help them appreciate it by the way, which will help enhance the reputation of Qingshan Museum.

However, as soon as a few people got off the car at the entrance of the museum, they saw several cars driving over, two of which were Supercars.

When I looked at the license plate, I saw that it was a diplomatic license plate. It was very easy to identify because the license plate had the prefix "Shi" in red.

Lao Ma cursed in his mouth, and then said: "It seems that he is here to cause trouble."

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them.

There, a figure was lying down.

This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky.

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