Marvel turns into Iron Man

The update will be officially resumed tomorrow, let’s warm up today

By the way, I would like to share a short story I have written in the past few days.

It was adapted from a dream I once had, the following is the text

The dream at that time seems to be really meaningful now

The revised ones are also short stories, and the length will not be too long

By the way, this chapter is given away for free, please feel free to read it

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"The auction item - Paul Cézanne's self-portrait, the starting price is [-] pounds, and the price increase is [-] pounds."

This is a small-scale private auction, so there are not many people participating.

Paul Cézanne, as a famous painter in modern Europe, was pursued by many people even for self-portraits he drew casually.

There were many people raising placards, and the price of the auction items was also slowly rising.

Soon, the unnamed self-portrait was snapped up for £12.

The ultimate winner of this painting is a collector surnamed Campbell.

He got a nice portrait with a happy smile on his face.

"Miss, the next one is what you plan to take down."

A soft reminder from her assistant came from her side.

The woman wrapped herself tightly in the coat again, showing a tired look on her face.

"The next item in the auction—a scroll of parchment whose price is difficult to determine."

The auctioneer used a rather mysterious statement to draw back the attention of most people who were bored with the auction.

However, the woman just yawned without interest, and watched the performance above indifferently.

Only a few people involved know what the truth of that parchment is.

When these motivated people figure it out, they will definitely feel indifferent.

"This is a commercial contract from the British United East India Company."

Seeing that other people finally got a little bit of interest, the auctioneer of the auction didn't intend to continue to play tricks.

It's just a private auction, and it's even more impossible for the owner to forcibly increase the value of the item by means of deception.

Sure enough, when they heard that it was just a business contract, most people continued to look at their mobile phones in boredom.

And the auctioneer was not embarrassed, just continued to read his lines.

"This commercial contract has a unique historical significance."

"Signed on behalf of the East India Company is—Robert Clive."

When they heard this name, some of the guests finally raised their heads and showed interest.

Robert Clive was not a small character, but one of the top figures of the East India Company.

Military strategist, diplomat, statesman, navigator, adventurer——

All this is the evaluation of the British Commander-in-Chief of the British Army, the famous Governor of the East India Company in India.

But at the same time, the opposite is what the oppressed peoples of the colonies call it.

【The most evil and bloodiest pirate in the British Empire】

There is no other reason, it is naturally what he did in the colony that made him have such an evaluation.

The merits and demerits of the predecessors are naturally commented by later generations, but all this has already been written into the history books.

In the eyes of most Britons, Robert Clive is one of the greatest builders of the British Empire.

"The starting price is £[-], with each increment not less than £[-]."

The seller seemed well aware of the price of the name Robert Clive, and set a high price.

But this doesn't stop the fanaticism of those who want to get it in the audience——

In fact, it can't be called fanaticism. Except for a few people who gave up bidding a long time ago, there are only two people who keep asking prices.

It was two young people, a man and a woman, a few seats away.

"This gentleman offers £[-]."

"The lady gave £[-]."

"This gentleman bid again, and the price of the lot has reached [-] pounds."

"This lady also raised the price, twenty-three thousand two hundred pounds."

Although the two were fighting with each other with money, on the surface they followed the two-five-eight bidding rule amicably.

In the end, the price was close to the limit of the man's mind.

"Miss, the East India Company Pavilion at the British Museum needs some new items to expand the exhibits."

"If it's convenient, can you give me this auction item?"

The limit in his heart represents his final bottom line, and he wants to get this parchment.

So this gentleman can only choose to try to negotiate in the name of the British Museum.

Originally, most of the requests on the grounds of the National Museum could get good results.

But this time, the man hit a wall in front of this strange woman.

"My name is Clive, sir."

The woman just said a word in an understatement, which made the man smile bitterly.

"I give up, please go ahead, honorable lady."

The man smiled awkwardly, shook his head slightly and said.

And the people around, as long as they know the inside story, most of them also showed the original expressions.

There is no other reason, Clive is a modified modern surname.

This lady is probably the descendant of the Robert Clive who signed the auction item.

Later generations come to reclaim the things left by their ancestors, and they should be understood and compromised both emotionally and rationally.

Of course—unless you have money, or the status that the Clives have.

The parchment scrolls are housed in a box made of ivory wood and decorated with rich ornaments.

Pure white pearls and diamonds of various colors dotted on it give it a gorgeous appearance.

Ivory wood is a deciduous tree that only exists in the South Asian subcontinent.

It seems that this box is specially prepared to store this roll of parchment.

On this ivory wood box, time has left a lot of scratches - although it was preserved by the original owner, it is considered exquisite.

It was already the end of the auction, and the assistant brought by Miss Clive had already left to prepare the car.

After waiting for a while, when the auction ended, Miss Clive also got her lot from the intermediary.

The ivory box was placed in a black storage bag and she carried it out of the house.

On the side of the road, a black Bentley Flying Spur V8 was already waiting there.

But when she was about to get in the car and leave, a voice stopped her.

"Miss Clive, can I borrow a few minutes?"

Before, the man who had competed with her in the auction venue appeared by her side again.

"Are you the one from before?"

Miss Clive turned around and saw the man from before.

She looked the man up and down, but what she saw was a bookish reservedness and rigor.

A gray-blue jacket with a red-patterned men's shirt inside.

The appearance has not been specially modified, and it does not look a few years older than himself.

"Hi, my name is Bell Rockson and I work at the British Museum."

As Roxon said, he reached out and handed over a thin business card.

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The outline of the following story is probably that Miss Clive returned to the manor

Frame the received parchment and prepare to put it in the exhibition room at home

However, they discovered the secret contained in the parchment by mistake.

Centered around the treasures left by an ancient country called the Mughal Empire before its collapse

Her ancestor, that Robert Clive found the location of the sunken ship laden with gold

And then she's off to find the shipwreck treasure - such a story

If you are interested, I can continue to write down