I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

The audience cheered. Although Fu Chengu's name rarely appeared in the entertainment industry, no one didn't know him. He held great power at a young age, led Fu's rise in the business circle, and built Fu into a domestic only hand mask. Heavenly business empire.

He is also Fu Yan's uncle.

The Fu family is a family of traditional antique collectors, and they often purchase precious antique collections at home and abroad.As for Fu Chen, he is not a low-key and self-disciplined person. The company owns the entertainment industry, but he never participates in it himself, and only concentrates on technology and cultural undertakings.

"Please ask the staff to unpack the antique box." The host looked at the note on the top of the box and said with a smile: "The note on the top was written by Mr. Fu himself, which is enough to show that Mr. Fu attaches great importance to this cultural relic. "

Xie Mingzhou scanned the correct handwriting and smiled, then turned his head, and Shen Yuqiao was looking at him thoughtfully.

Xie Mingzhou raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Shen Yuqiao looked away and said calmly, "It's okay, I still want to thank you."

Seeing the beauty shy, Xie Mingzhou became even more playful, with a seductive smile in his peach eyes: "How are you going to thank me?"

Unexpectedly, Xie Mingzhou was so direct, Shen Yuqiao blushed slightly, and didn't know how to answer the words for a moment.

At this time, there was a low cry of surprise from the audience.

The two looked along the line of sight of the audience——

After the box was opened, a half-tall and luxurious golden bell stood upright in the center.The Admiralty Bell is divided into three floors, the bottom box is like a palace gate, the middle floor is hollowed out, and gold and stones are placed in the hall; the top of the bell is an old-fashioned pendulum with a disc.

If the last piece of celadon was elegant and dignified, this one is a royal treasure with undisguised grace.

The audience inside and outside the stadium were blinded, and they used barrage one after another.

"Damn it, it's really worthy of being Mr. Fu's collection, the aura of a rich man!"

"It's so beautiful, I don't know if it's worth tens of millions!"

"Papa Fu is indeed Papa Fu, this thing looks super expensive!!"

Shen Yuqiao looked at the golden bell that looked like a god, showing some admiration, while Xie Mingzhou looked at it with interest, but smiled and said nothing.

"Let's invite two guests again, as well as collection experts to explain to everyone!"

Xie Mingzhou and Shen Yuqiao walked to the middle of the stage again. The appraiser stood beside the clock, holding his glasses and staring at the golden bell. He almost stared out his eyes and exclaimed: "Tsk tsk is really worthy of Boss Fu's collection. Everyone can See, the carving style of this golden bell is different from the traditional one, typical Western style."

The expert uncle put on his gloves and lightly checked it: "The gold-plated copper... should be the golden bell presented to Emperor Ming by Western missionaries back then."

The audience was pleasantly surprised, the clock really had a different origin.

Xie Mingzhou kept silent according to the script, but even when the background board and the camera moved by, his bright face could still attract the audience's attention.

Shen Yuqiao nodded politely at the expert, and continued: "There is a golden bell named 'True Dragon Bell' recorded in an ancient book. It should be this one. It took 670 days to complete the carving by the most famous craftsman in Europe at that time."

"Young man has a good memory. I have only seen this clock in history books. It turns out that the real one is in Mr. Fu's place!" The expert smiled and praised, "Actually, historians have been guessing why this clock is called 'True Dragon'. Some people speculate that it may be some kind of title given by Emperor Ming, some speculate that it may be a special custom back then, of course there are different opinions and there is no answer."

Xie Mingzhou frowned silently, some kind of title?special customs?

... These so-called "experts" guessed too far.

"But with luxurious materials and fine carvings, even an ordinary person can see its value, Mr. Xie, right?"

As he spoke, the expert looked at the "ordinary person" who hadn't spoken, and the live camera was aimed at a calm and composed face.

——In the script, Xie Mingzhou has no lines, he just needs to nod his head and be a perfect vase.

"Yes." Xie Mingzhou nodded, looked directly at the camera, narrowed his long eyes, "but the real dragon here, I don't think it's a name or a custom."

The expert and Shen Yuqiao were stunned at the same time, and turned to look at Xie Mingzhou.The experts didn't even guess it, so what could this kid know?

The cameraman, who originally wanted to remove the camera, was taken aback. According to the director's intention, he only used the shot that Xie Mingzhou passed by.

Xie Mingzhou elegantly put on his gloves, stood in front of the golden clock, lightly touched the golden gear on the bottom case of the pendulum, and said unhurriedly: "I have read in an ancient book that the reason why it is called a real dragon is because—"

Netizens complained about Xie Mingzhou's unclear behavior.

"What is this guy doing?"

"Can you still conjure a flower?"

"If this ruins the cultural relics, I can't afford it!"

The audience continued to speculate maliciously, and no one paid attention to this period of history.With a cold smile on the corner of Xie Mingzhou's mouth, he turned his long fingers, and his gaze swept the audience proudly: "This golden bell can drive golden dragons."

As soon as the words fell, there was a soft sound of "Chiga—" and the door under the gear opened, and a golden carved dragon broke out of the cage, its whole body shining golden like the day.

The dragon's tail is connected to the inner wall of the bell, curled like a bow, implying the powerful imperial power.

Unexpectedly, it can really drive a golden dragon!

Everyone stared at the towering golden dragon statue in dumbfounded, deeply impressed by this outstanding art.This should be the true artistic value of antiques, bearing the glory of that dynasty.And the young man next to the golden dragon also smiled wantonly and proudly, exuding a dazzling light, making people... unable to take their eyes off.

This admiralty was a gift presented by the Atlantic envoys at his enthronement ceremony.Its real subtlety lies in the golden dragon hidden in the bell.

However, as there are more and more counterfeit products in the world, it is difficult to imitate their appearance.Passed down to later generations, the appearance of the golden bell is praised by people, but the method of making the real dragon hidden inside is only recorded in a few unofficial histories, and few people know about it.

However, after explaining the origin of the "True Dragon Bell", the young man in the camera is still staring at the dragon's body, with a strange flash in his eyes, and his smile fades little by little: "Not bad, very good."

The expert chuckled: "That's right, this is worth tens of millions to Mr. Fu—"

"I mean." Xie Mingzhou interrupted, staring at Jinlong, "The skill of making imitations is very good."

The expert's smile froze.

What do you mean?

Everyone present was overjoyed and did not turn around.The golden dragon in the camera has a burly body and delicate dragon scales.

No problem.

"True Dragon Bell." Xie Mingzhou hooked his lips, his smiling peach blossom eyes lazily faded away, and the cold light began to appear, he looked at the camera and paused word by word, "How can a mere fake make a real dragon?"

The tone was calm but with an aura of calm and prestige, like a thunderbolt exploding at the scene, the audience was silent for a moment again, and then the pot exploded.

This group of people is so bold that they dare to dance the fake in front of its original owner.

Although few people know how to make real dragons, this counterfeit maker is obviously high-ranking. He has even studied the historical materials of unofficial history. The golden dragon he created can basically confuse most people.

But it couldn't be hidden from the eyes of the original owner.

In his dynasty, there were many officials who deceived the people in the court, and he always despised such fraudulent behavior.

"What is Xie Mingzhou talking about? He is implying that Mr. Fu's cultural relics are fakes?"

"He dares to question the judgment of the experts on site? Hahaha, this guy is going to die."

Even Director Xu has not recovered from the shock, how could Fu Chengu bring fakes to the scene?On the gold bar that had just been unsealed, there was written in his own handwriting that it was worth tens of millions and was properly kept.

The experts on the field were still in a daze, Shen Yuqiao looked at Xie Mingzhou, and asked patiently: "Can you tell me, where can you tell it's a fake?"

Xie Mingzhou lowered his eyes and stroked the dragon's head with his strong fingers: "There is nothing wrong with the dragon itself. The head is round, the horns are soft and there are no mane, and the carving is very meticulous. But - combined with history, since the Ming Dynasty, the image of this type of dragon has long been It is no longer popular, the mane is plump, and the dragon's head is high, this should be the real dragon of the Ming Dynasty."

The momentum is like a rainbow, a symbol of strong national power.

The eyes of the experts gradually changed from astonishment to amazement. This kid spoke flawlessly. From a historical point of view, this carved dragon really did not fit the background of the time.

You know, at that time, if a Long Jin from a different dynasty was dedicated to the current emperor, N heads would not be lost.

What surprised them even more was that this young man with a strong aura had such an astonishing reserve of knowledge that he could tell the authenticity of the carved dragon with just a few glances, and he also knew the origin of the "True Dragon Bell"?

Or... is this also a script that was prepared earlier? ?

After Shen Yuqiao listened quietly, her warm eyes flashed with admiration.But Yang Yuan, the manager in the audience, couldn't stand it any longer. She clenched her hands into fists. She was so shameless. Xie Mingzhou really tried his best to steal the spotlight. Now our Yuqiao would become a foil!She hurriedly looked at Director Xu——

Director Xu was also in a state of desperation, and issued a transition command off the stage. After receiving it, the host hurriedly smoothed things over: "Thank you Ming Zhou for your commentary. It was... wonderful. Then our appreciation of Admiralty will end here—"

But the audience at the scene, including netizens, didn't buy it at all, and frantically swiped the barrage.

"Why stop here, let me give you an explanation. After all, Fu Chengu is the largest collector in the country, and the cultural relics he gave are still fake?"

"Father Fu clearly said that it is worth tens of millions, so Xie Mingzhou just stomped on it?"

"Xie Mingzhou is an uneducated person, how dare you say that!"

Compared with the noisy studio hall, Fu's villa in the suburbs is extraordinarily quiet.

In the luxuriously decorated study room, elegant and luxurious antiques are placed on several mahogany lacquered cabinets.

A single one is worth tens of millions.

And the owner of the antique was standing by the desk at this moment, wearing black gloves on his slender fingers, slowly wiping a piece of blue jade pendant.The man has handsome eyebrows, and the exquisitely tailored shirt outlines a tall and solid figure, exuding a cold temperament.

It wasn't until the jade pendant was so smooth that it wasn't stained with a speck of dust, that the man put the jade pendant back in place like a baby, took off his gloves gracefully, and folded it into a cube on the corner of the table.

"Dong dong—" there was a regular knock on the door.

The man responded indifferently, took a step with his long legs, and walked towards the sofa.

Secretary Li entered the door respectfully and said, "Mr. Fu...this issue of "National Cultural Relics" is explaining the collection you gave to the program group."

Fu Chengu said "hmm", and opened the unfinished book at hand. His strong jaw line and tight shirt buttons gave off an air of abstinence and indifference.

The secretary secretly sighed, Mr. Fu still has no interest in entertainment programs as usual, except for work, which is his favorite old business.The secretary reminded softly: "Boss Fu, a guest said on the show..."

Fu Chen turned a page of the book without raising his eyes.

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, the secretary scrutinized Fu Chengu's expression while speaking: "Say your admiralty...is a fake!"

Fu Chengu slowly closed the book in his hand.