Feng Liqi walked to a place where Li Jingqi and the soldiers couldn't hear him, "Hey! Xiao Mo missed me so soon?"

Professor Mo choked up. He was older and knew that Feng Liqi didn't distinguish between elder and younger, and he was used to calling the elders in the village "junior". But this sentence "miss me" made Professor Mo a little at a loss.

He contacted Feng Liqi through the loudspeaker, and there was an old man about the same age as him in the office, who looked at him with a little teasing.

I didn’t expect you to be such a little Mo...

"Master Feng, stop joking with the old man. The old man lived up to expectations and gave your things to Professor Chi from the Archeology Department!" Professor Mo didn't care about common things, but when he opened the box, he felt that Feng Liqi really valued him. .

The imperial edict is a well-preserved imperial edict. There are only a few complete copies in museums. When I first opened it, Professor Mo thought it was a fake.

No matter how illiterate he was, he still felt something was wrong. No matter how short the imperial edict was, the time limit was more than a hundred years. The words were all written in ink a hundred years ago, so why were they so bright.

He intuitively felt that the contents of the jade box were very valuable. They should be some ancient paintings or the like. He always carried the box when he came back. No one had touched the box and it would not be swapped. The master would not joke with him, an old man, about it. Fake goods to deceive people.

Until Professor Chi arrived, he first told him that the jade box was priceless, and then opened the box.

Without opening the scroll, just by looking at the bright yellow five-clawed golden dragon outside, the two old professors recognized what was inside. After all, there was a time when TV dramas were played every day.

Professor Mo's first reaction was that it was fake. This imperial fabric was too new, just like a new fabric that had just been made. The colors were very bright. The jade box was so valuable that it was new wine in old bottles.

As an old man who often deals with these things, Professor Chi is much more cautious. He knows that Professor Mo has asked him to identify things and he has brought tools.

Professor Chi directly took a pair of nearly transparent silk gloves and put them on, and carefully took out the imperial edict.

The fabric is colorful damask. This craft is a royal tribute and has been lost in the late Qing Dynasty. The scroll is made of jade, with extremely delicate rice paper inside and extremely standard calligraphy with both Manchu and Chinese fonts on it.

The more Professor Chi looked, the more careful he became. He carefully unfolded the imperial edict completely, almost putting his face on it, eager to see any flaws inch by inch, and finally came to a conclusion.

"It's authentic. The handwriting may be the emperor's own handwriting." Professor Chi's words made Professor Mo feel at ease. It's better if it's not a fake.

"It's just..." Professor Chi looked at the jade box with some hesitation. This preservation method is so unique. If you want to collect it, you will have to buy it together with the jade box. The price is too high. Even if it is a favor, it will cost eight people. number.

Moreover, although they are working in schools, most of them still work part-time in museums. Such a perfect imperial edict should let everyone in China see its past history. Even if some emperors have poor political performance, they are still good at writing and have received elite education since childhood. Instead of being in the hands of a certain collector, then disappearing inexplicably, and then reappearing in a museum abroad.

But when he saw Professor Mo's eyes, Professor Chi couldn't say anything to ask people to donate. He was not a fool, nor was his family disconnected from the Internet. Those experts who had persuaded people to donate were scolded so badly that he still wanted to teach. , I don’t want to be hanged online to greet my ancestors for eighteen generations.

Professor Mo saw that Professor Chi was silent when he opened his mouth, so he urged him, "Just what?"

"It's just that it's so well preserved that most people may not be able to afford it. I'm afraid that if word gets out, someone will morally kidnap the collector! You know there are always people in our country who like to be generous to others."

Professor Mo waved his hand, "No one can kidnap this girl morally. Although I have known her for a short time, I think she has her own way of doing things. Anyone who tries to kidnap her morally will definitely be in bad luck. Besides, I won't talk about you." Don’t tell me, we’re all hiding who the collector is, and whoever wants to speak nonsense and be mean, I will only say one thing to that girl, as long as you have no morals, no one can kidnap you!”

Professor Chi feels that Professor Mo is a bit biased towards the Tibetan owner. No one can be kidnapped without morals. What if he is a patriotic person? With appropriate persuasion, everyone might be happy.

To be honest, the compensation given by museums to player collections is too low. Most collectors do not do charity, but the landlords do not have any food reserves. No museum is rich enough to purchase a collection worth tens of millions. Generally, it is I would like to express my gratitude.

"Old Mo, you also know the power of capital nowadays. It is easy to check your whereabouts. I will help you contact the buyer. They must know whether the source of this imperial edict is clean. Once you check, it will be easy to find out where you got it. Once someone breaks the rules and causes trouble for the collector, you say it’s a girl from a remote rural area. She also has other antiques. How can she keep such a huge wealth?”

Professor Mo heard Professor Chi say that someone would trouble Feng Liqi, the girl with magical powers, and the soldiers who went there to treat illnesses one after another. I am afraid that everyone in Jingu Village is under surveillance from above. If you are not afraid of death, just go. If you dare to stretch out your claws, he will chop them all off.

Besides... Feng Liqi, who can perfectly inherit and protect imperial edicts and other antiques, and can easily discard them like worn-out shoes, is she really incapable of protecting her things? Some people think that if they are in a high position and send people out to help them to deal with the crime, the law cannot punish them.

But Feng Liqi's surname was Feng, and he had the same surname as the most petty god in history. He was afraid that some people would die without knowing what was going on.

"Forget it, we are here to discuss it and we still don't know what the collector's plans are. How about we communicate with her!" This is how Feng Liqi received a call and teased Professor Mo at the beginning.

"Hello, Master Feng, I am a colleague of Lao Mo. My surname is Chi. If you would like to call me Lao Chi, can you tell me about this imperial edict?" Professor Chi is more senior than Professor Mo. A bit naughty, he is in the archeology industry and often likes to visit antique markets. In addition, tomb robbing has become a popular trend in the past few years, so people look at them with a strange color.

Having dealt with all kinds of monsters and monsters a lot, he no longer attaches much importance to the teacher's aloofness. He sings whatever song he faces to whomever he faces. He is a kind teacher to his students and a qualified businessman to the customers who ask him for help. So at this moment , he plays a very good middleman, and deserves praise. If the deal is completed, either the museum will write him a letter of thanks, or the buyer will give him a high commission. These are all indescribable benefits. Why not do it? .

"Ah, Xiao Mo's colleague, hello Xiaochi! If you have anything to ask, please tell me!" Feng Liqi liked this little old man very much. People can't be too pure. Too pure is tiring, just like Xiao Mo is tired, and with Like an ascetic, Xiaochi allows himself to live a more nourishing life within a reasonable range, which is actually more in line with the ideal life Feng Liqi wants.

If people don't love themselves, how can they love others.

Professor Chi raised his eyebrows. His children would no longer be called Xiaochi. Suddenly someone called him Xiaochi. It was a bit new and interesting.

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