Bind to Shenhao System, I became the God of Wealth in the world

Hearing Cyril say so sure, Sang Li became a little interested.

"Okay, lead the way." After saying that, he opened the passenger seat of his Koenigsegg and got in.

The movement was so swift that Cyril was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly chuckled.

It's just so...cute.

"Why are you standing there, hurry up and go." She was pressed for time.

Only when someone started the car did Sang Li see the true speed of the supercar.

In comparison, she was really slow when driving by herself.

This speed is really exciting, more enjoyable than a roller coaster.

He was about to hit the car in front of him, but the next second the car body passed him by.

Her heart was still pounding when the car arrived at its destination.

Sure enough, the essence of human nature is to pursue excitement.

This time, Cyril didn't give Sang Li a chance to open the door. He turned off the car, got out of the car, and went over to open the door for someone else.

After Sang Li got out of the car and saw the museum in front of him, he looked at Cyril in surprise. How could he see that she loved cultural relics?

"I heard them say before that you like to buy cultural relics. So I thought of taking you here to have a look."

"Many of the cultural relics here are from your country."

Sang Li agreed with this point: "Yes, you can't take as much as you can when you are robbing someone."

Cyril's face looked a little uncomfortable when he heard this: "I have always returned the irregular cultural relics in the family one by one."

Sang Li raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Then you are great."

Then we quickly went straight into the museum.

Rao knew what was in this museum, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but remain silent.

The head of Guanyin Buddha, the green screen, all kinds of porcelain, clothing, and phoenix crowns fill this museum to the fullest.

Domestic experts and old scholars of cultural relics find it extremely difficult to find a top-notch green phoenix crown.

But here, there are four tops placed in a random corner.

Looking at the jade porcelain with no name but a number, a ring finger, and a stone statue of Amitabha Buddha with a severed hand.

Even though it has been repaired, it is still scarred. The picture of the female historian is still scarred, and the glazed bricks are cut off.

Looking at the mural that was divided into pieces, the cracks on it could never be repaired. Sang Li felt sad in his heart.

Sang Li just looked at these cultural relics quietly, watching them carefully.

A voice in her heart became stronger and stronger, and she wanted to take them home.

"Are you okay?" Cyril asked cautiously, looking at the man who had been silent since he came in.

"I'm fine, I just want to spend some time with them quietly."

Cyril wanted to say something, but found that everything seemed wrong.

Looking at the cultural relics that did not belong to his country, most of the things from other countries were placed randomly. Even if he didn't agree, he had nothing to do.

The head of the Rothschild family is capable, but without enough benefits, it is impossible for grandpa to leave the family.

Looking at the figure in front of him, it is estimated that this person would not want to obtain these cultural relics in that way.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the voice of the person in front of me: "Do you know why we value these cultural relics so much?"

Sang Li continued without waiting for anyone to answer: "Because cultural relics can speak, they bear witness to the most authentic history, and they will not give you any chance to whitewash it."

"The mutilations on their bodies are the best evidence, an indelible pain, and a record of our country's past suffering."

A hundred years ago, people used despicable means to take away a large number of cultural relics. These cultural relics traveled across the ocean and were never far from their homeland.

Meeting an old friend again after a hundred years, looking at each other, silently telling the endless loneliness and sorrow.

These foreigners did not understand them, so they placed them randomly. Those exquisite porcelains did not even have names, and were only perfunctorily labeled with numbers like g1031.

Do they still remember their names?

If they could speak, their first words would be:

Do I want to go home?

"I'm so ashamed. I shouldn't have brought you here." There was nothing I could do to change it, but I was stuck.

"No, I am very grateful to you for bringing me here. If I had not come, I would never have been able to imagine how huge the more than 20,000 cultural relics are."

"I will never know what they are going through and how they are treated."

You know, but you can only feel the vicissitudes of life revealed by the cultural relics when you see them with your own eyes.

“Only when you see the real scene can you know what to do next.”

Cyril was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then spoke silently: "But they will not admit what they have done. No one in history will admit the mistakes they have made, even if it is real."

Sang Li shifted his gaze from the cultural relics to Cyril, looked into his eyes and said seriously:

"Then it has to be admitted."

"Maybe you will think it is impossible and unnecessary."

"You see, these people even frame our country's paintings in a wrong way, let alone annotate the provenance of other cultural relics."

"Do you know how persistent the predecessors of our country are? They can wait twelve years for a demonstration or to measure an event."

"Twelve years, just to wait for a star to appear and know which day it is. The ancients were like this, let alone us who are growing up in the prosperous era. So you have to believe that the Chinese people today have power that you don't know."

It's nothing more than a lack of opportunity.

If there is no opportunity, create an opportunity. If there is no public opinion, she will guide it.

It makes no sense that the people who make the rules now don't live up to them.

Just as Cyril was about to say something, a group of people came over, led by a tour guide.

“The best chinese porceelain so far is here…”

The best porcelain in China so far is all here. Oh, this sounds really unpleasant.

Especially the proud look of the tour guide, it was really ugly.

"Robbers, you are all robbers!"

Sang Li looked over in surprise when he heard this.