I got rich by the protagonist's lines

Song Zhi is a staff member of the Kyoto National Museum. Although he has not been employed for a long time, he has personally experienced several private donation activities.

But this time, he was particularly impressed.

At the very beginning, the caller was a boy with a crisp and sweet voice with a little indistinct milky sound. Just by hearing it, he knew that he was not very old, and he even doubted whether the other party was an adult.

However, due to professional ethics, Song Zhi did not treat him lightly.

However, everything that happened afterwards was just as he had imagined before. The other party was not only young, but also ignorant of every question, even the basic procedures and rules.

In the end, the chat could only be hastily ended.

After Song Zhi waited for the other party to hang up the phone, he only thought it was an ignorant young man joking. Even if there were ancient books, they might be family property and he couldn't decide for himself.

But within a few days, the other party called again, saying that the ancient books he wanted to donate did not have prefaces and postscripts, and asked if he could send some samples to test the year.

As soon as Song Zhi heard it, he knew that the other party was a complete layman.

The preface and postscript are mainly located on the front pages of some ancient books, with time marked on them, which can roughly infer when the ancient books came from.

But according to what the other party said, what he has in his hands are all broken pages, isn't it normal that the broken pages don't have prefaces and postscripts?There is absolutely no need to risk damaging ancient books by removing a small part to identify the age.

Even some rare books do not have prefaces or postscripts.

It's just that the other party said another word, which made Song Zhi dumbfounded on the spot.

"Oh, don't worry, the ones I sent for testing were all turned into pieces."

Song Zhi: ...OK, OK.

To be reasonable, when Song Zhi received the sealed bag containing shredded paper scraps, Song Zhi had mixed feelings in his heart.

After all, they are a national museum here, and there are indeed some remaining and incomplete antiquities, but they are not a dump, and no one has sent debris here.

Out of all kinds of strange psychology, Song Zhi handed over the sealed bag in his hand to a colleague who was working on the carbon cycle. He thought: If it is really a child who caused trouble, then he will block him.

A few hours later, Song Zhiruan started to call Yan Tang back:

"Hello, the sample you sent has been tested and confirmed to be an ancient book from the Song Dynasty. Are you sure you still have a batch of such ancient books to donate?"

From the other end came a gentle voice that belonged exclusively to young people: "Yes, when are you coming over?"

Song Zhi pinched his thigh with his other free hand, forcing himself to stabilize:

"Thank you for your support for the national cultural relics work. Due to my lack of authority, I am only confirming simple news for you temporarily. I will continue to report to you later, and I will notify you as soon as I have the results."

When he hung up the phone again, Song Zhi's mentality was completely different from last time.

He quickly sorted out the information obtained from the other party, and quickly ran to the superior's office.

Song Zhi has always known that this matter is very important, and his superiors will definitely pay attention to it, but no matter how bold he thinks, he never thought that this matter would eventually alarm the old curator after reporting it layer by layer.

The old curator's surname is Shen. He used to study abroad with hope in his childhood. He used a pen as a knife to tear away too much ugliness. He also witnessed the rise of Huaguo with his own eyes. He experienced the most chaotic era, but he always stuck to his original intention and never regretted it.

He is the most influential educator, calligrapher, philanthropist and scholar in China today.

He has devoted his whole life to education and charity, and now he is old, and only holds honorary titles in museums, but it is not that he is proud of the National Museum, but that the National Museum honors him as an old man.

Song Zhi never thought that one day he would be able to meet Mr. Shen in the textbook with his own eyes, and he would be able to follow him along the way.

He thought that the day he accompanied him was probably the brightest moment in his life.

And all luck started from that inexplicable phone call, thanking myself for not being slow, thanking myself for not neglecting.

-

Mr. Shen is now very old and has no children. In order to ensure his travel safety, the country directly arranged for accompanying guards and medical staff, as well as a full-time driver.

But after Mr. Shen learned of this, he seldom went out. Everyone knew that this was because Mr. Shen was afraid of causing trouble to them.But old people don't always go out for a walk, and it's not good for their health. Now that they are willing to go out, everyone is naturally very happy.

It's just that after a group of people arrived at the Fugui shop, what they faced was the absence of the person concerned.

As the contact person of both parties, Song Zhi was in a cold sweat on the spot. In order to ensure that there would be no problems, he contacted Yan Tang for two consecutive days before, and all the answers he got were affirmative.

Didn't expect the problem to arise now.

When Song Zhi hurriedly dialed Yan Tang's number again, the other party did not answer it for a long time. In the end, he had no choice but to tell the situation to Old Shen's assistant.

Then he just watched helplessly, the young assistant directly dialed the number of the local leader, and it didn't take long for calls to come back one after another.

Those who replied, apologized, and asked to go with them, Song Zhi, who was watching from the side, was amazed and felt that it was reasonable.

And Yan Tang, who was honestly taking notes at the police station, faced such a scene not long after:

Ah, the chief is going to take me home himself.

Wow, the person who opened the door for me was actually the secretary of the mayor.

my God!The mayor actually waved at me, it should be me, there is no one else behind me.

I knock!Why does this kind old man look so familiar?Is it the public face?

Yan Tang looked "fearless because of his ignorance", got out of the car happily, and walked easily into the encirclement of the big bosses like a little sheep.

He didn't feel stage-frightened when he was greeted by all kinds of kindness. When he knew that it was the staff of the National Museum who came to pick up the ancient books, he waved at them directly and went straight to the small courtyard.

Old Shen happily looked at the energetic child. The person with the highest status didn't express any dissatisfaction with Yan Tang's escape, let alone the people around him.

After entering the small Chinese-style courtyard, everyone couldn't help but look at it.

The hanging flower arches are quite satisfactory, the hollow flower windows look scattered, and the scenery in the courtyard is also ordinary. There is only a lush beech tree in the front yard and verdant osmanthus flowers in the backyard, which have a special meaning.

It can only be said that those who are present here deserve to be the masters who study Chinese culture, or those in power who are used to wealth and elegance, and they didn't even bat an eye when they saw this land with a total price of over [-] million.

"Sister Miao, you haven't gone back yet?" Yan Tang greeted Miao, who had changed back to her elegant attire, after a long distance.

He was in a hurry to go to the police station, and he left before he could greet Ms. Miao. He was worried that he would not see anyone when he came back, and he would have to visit the army. Unexpectedly, Ms. Miao looked like she was on vacation.

Miss Miao glanced at the people around her first, then nodded to Yan Tang, then got up and gave a half-squatting salute to Elder Shen, but she liked to ignore the others.

The mayor's secretary was a little unhappy after seeing him. Just as he was about to say something, he realized that there were two more people in front of him, and they were the guards accompanying Mr. Shen.

They all took a step forward and gave a military salute to Miss Miao, the secretary was dumbfounded.

He was always winking, he only took a deep look at Yan Tang, and then quickly restrained all the expressions on his face, and then bowed his head in silence the whole time.

Elder Shen did not inquire about the behavior of the two guards, but followed Yan Tang into the study leisurely.

The place is not big, the furniture and furnishings are not particular, and the lighting is good. After seeing the book on Yan Tang's desk, Mr. Shen couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

It was a thick stack of legal codes, and a newly revised idiom dictionary.

Mr. Shen was not happy because of these two sets of books, but because both sets of books had very obvious traces of being flipped.

Nowadays, many homes of Zhongming Dingshi, in order to decorate their study rooms, will buy some heavy collections of books, but most of them are just decorations.

Thinking of Yan Tang's background information, Mr. Shen couldn't help casting admiring glances at Yan Tang.

He is a good boy. He was lonely when he was young, and he worked hard to support himself. He became rich when he was young, and he did not lose his eyes.

Now that such a good boy wants to dedicate the treasures he got to the country after he just got out of the mud, Mr. Shen couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Such a virtuous man, Wu Yan, a blind man, was blindly right once until his death.

That's right, Mr. Shen is actually an old friend of Mr. Wu Yan.

Now that I’m here, besides really paying attention to the donated ancient books, I still want to see this with my own eyes, the heir chosen by my late friend with absurd methods.

Just looking at it, he himself is extremely satisfied.

This child has a pair of eyes that are not purely innocent, but extremely clear. What is contained in them is not ignorance of the world, but a kind of "knowledge of the world, but not the world".

Its actions are appropriate, but also soft and ironic, old Shen who was sitting on the padded wooden chair thought.

When Song Zhi was still sizing up without a trace, Elder Shen's assistant had already smiled and asked Yan Tang: "Xiao Yan, can I call you that?"

After getting Yan Tang's affirmative reply, the assistant said: "We will start to check the ancient books in a while. I think the air in this room is not very good. Can you open the window to let in some air?"

Yan Tang scratched her face embarrassingly: "It's okay, you can do whatever you want, it's because I haven't come to clean the study for a while, the environment is really not good."

The truth is not as serious as what Yan Tang said, the hygiene of the study is still quite good.

But after confirming that he didn't mind, the assistant pushed open the two windows.

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Yan Tang ran directly to the inner room of the study, and after making sure that the door was closed, he took out the stock of "words and phrases" exchanged during this period of time from the drawer, which was about a palm thick in total.

Some time ago, Yan Tang got the sample of "Single Words" for the first time, but it didn't take long before it turned into scum, which left a very deep impression on Yan Tang.

Still a very bad impression.

It made him think that it was caused by his own clumsiness.

But later the system explained: Except for a small amount of his reasons, most of the blame was due to the fact that things were too old.

It is said that if the luck is even worse, it is very possible to get a sample that "as soon as it appears in the hand, it will immediately weather into residue".

Therefore, the word "words and phrases" is really a gamble on luck, more like spending money to buy a blind box.

As for Tiandao, who was the seller, he was described by the system as a junk picker with countless warehouses.

When Yan Tang bought one, Tiandao took it out from his warehouse marked as "broken newspapers, broken books, and broken homework", and whatever he squeezed out, Yan Tang would get what he got.

Of course, the above is just a description of a system that is never afraid of death and dares to bite an elephant. Tiandao is definitely not a junk picker, and there is no warehouse marked with broken books.

But Yan Tang still listened to what the system said, and became even more excited when he heard that it was a "blind box"!

One of the three major illusions in life is that I can get a big prize in the next blind box.

Because of this, Yan Tang persevered in buying blind boxes of the "Zhi Zi Phrases" brand every day. If it weren't for the daily purchase limit, he could buy more.

It is happier when the blind box is opened, and there is indeed a situation of "disappearing ashes when it comes out", but most of the remaining pages can still exist stably in the air.

Yan Tang directly exchanged the upper limit of today's share, and stacked it with the previous exchange. The last estimate was about five or six catties.

When he came out with "a few words" in his arms, he couldn't help but shouted "Good guy" in his heart.

In just a few minutes, the room was not only ventilated, but the exposed position was slightly blocked by a small screen, revealing scattered flowers and branches.

There is another person holding an instrument to test, saying: "The temperature is 16-18 degrees Celsius, the humidity is 50%..."

Song Zhi, who had contacted Yan Tang on the phone a few times before, even lit a stick of incense. Although he didn't know what kind of spice it was, the light smoke curled up and didn't disperse, leaving only a faint sweetness in the air, which seemed expensive at first glance.

If he had asked a question at this time, Song Zhi would definitely not have told him how expensive the incense was, and that it was specially used to prevent insects.

Yan Tang swallowed his saliva when he saw such a big crowd, and he reconfirmed in his heart that he was right to donate the ancient books.

If you take care of it by yourself, let alone whether you can take care of it well, just say that it is like taking care of your ancestors. Can he really do it?

Yan Tang shouted "Good guy" in his heart, but he didn't know that Song Zhi, who was standing opposite him, was about to kneel down!

About ten years ago, the ancient book market suddenly became hot, and a large number of ancient books flowed abroad. In order to protect the culture from leaking out, the country had to promulgate regulations prohibiting the outflow of ancient books.

Since then, rare books have been rare in the ancient book market, and rare books have been hard to find.

Eight years ago, at an antique auction, ancient books had to be auctioned on a single page, and a single page of an ancient book from the Song Dynasty was auctioned for 5 yuan.

Based on this price calculation, a hundred-page Song Dynasty ancient book can be auctioned for 500 million yuan, but in fact there are very few rare ancient books. Therefore, if it is really a complete version, the price will be even higher.

Looking at Yan Tang now, that thick pile is actually calculated by "jin", how can Song Zhi not be surprised by this?

Of the people present, only Shen Lao was holding the walnut in his hand as usual, with the expression on his face still unchanged.

But after Yan Tang put down the pile and went back to pick it up again, even Shen Lao couldn't help crushing one of the two crispy walnuts.

Several accompanying experts put on gloves, took out professional equipment, and approached the two stacks of ancient books with amazed faces. Although they murmured in their hearts that Yan Tang was rude, they didn't have the heart to speak.

Elder Shen also walked forward with a happy face, his expression was full of exclamation, but all this stopped abruptly when the second page was turned.

Because they saw a piece of glossy paper, to be precise, it was glossy paper from Western countries.

After peeling off the glossy paper, as expected, yellow spots appeared on the fragmented page of the ancient book below.

Seeing this, all the experts couldn't help showing hatred on their faces.

Nowadays, there is such a rule among ancient book collectors: in the ancient books of Huaguo, it is forbidden to use any western paper.

And this rule comes from the "macular disaster". Probably during the period of the Republic of China, some bookstores used this kind of Western paper with unbalanced acid and alkali as the backing paper for copybooks.

At that time, nothing could be seen for a while, but many years later, the copybooks and rubbings, which were cherished and kept as life, had large yellow spots because of this western paper.

This matter has been hated by collectors of later generations for so many years, and it has been established as a rule for so many years.

When we meet again now, even Shen Lao, who is a top-notch self-restraint, looks very pale.

Fortunately, there is only one piece of paper. Fortunately, the two stacks of ancient book fragments and fragments are from different ages, and ninety-nine percent of the fragments have not been corroded by that paper.

Everyone held their breath and carefully flipped through the incomplete pages in front of them. From time to time, regret flashed across their faces because of the incompleteness on it, and they would be delighted to infer the possible source because of the small amount of information they saw.

With a variety of emotions intertwined, a group of experts seemed to have a sense of forgetting to eat and sleep.

It wasn't long before someone suddenly leaned against the person next to him with trembling hands. Fortunately, he was quickly supported.

Elder Shen, who was closest to him, also immediately took the fragment from the man's hand.

The next second after seeing the contents of the fragments clearly, an expression of ecstasy, shock and disbelief quickly appeared on the calm old Shen's face.

Even because of all kinds of mixed emotions, his eyes were slightly protruding, and he appeared to be a bit ferocious.

With those hands that had been steady for a lifetime, Mr. Shen firmly and carefully put the broken pages away. After finishing all this, he took a step back.

Big drops of tears began to appear on the expressionless face, and before the last one hit the ground, the second and third tears rolled down.

He was silent, as if taking a step back, just to prevent tears from falling on the paper, but he stared blankly at everyone present.

The guard was a little panicked, and the accompanying medical staff quickly stepped forward. After confirming the situation of Old Shen, they quickly took out two pills and stuffed them into his mouth.

Yan Tang was also a little dumbfounded, he didn't know what happened, so he just trotted to get water.

It's just that when he came running with the kettle in his arms, he saw the formerly kind old Shen staring at him with eyes as sharp as a falcon's.

Before coming here, he only thought that what Yan Tang wanted to donate was his old friend's collection.

How many opportunities can there be in life to sort out the relics of old friends by hand?He was quite open-minded about this, and wanted to use this trip to give Yan Tang some support.

There is no need for him to do anything, as long as he has been here, if someone wants to hurt this kid who is holding money for money, he has to weigh it in advance.

But he never expected that he would see the broken pages of the lost "Qing Nang Sutra" here.

That is not only the treasure of China today, but also the regret of thousands of years.

Westerners are proud of their surgical operations, proud of the invention of ether for anesthesia.

Little did they know that Mafeisan had already been invented more than 600 years ago before ether was invented, and he was proficient in surgical operations.

Scraping bones to treat poison and craniotomy, in the Eastern Han Dynasty, he was already sure to do it.

He wrote what he had learned in surgery all his life into the "Qing Nang Jing", which was said in history books to be useless by the jailer, and was thrown into the brazier.

From then on, surgical medicine, which was ahead of the whole West, disappeared, making ancient Chinese medicine stagnant for at least hundreds of years.

Everyone acquiesces, that is an established fact, and the "Qing Nang Jing" is no longer there.

But at this moment, they saw the remnants of the "Qing Nang Jing" marked here, not only that, but there are two sample squares below.

As long as you try it, you can almost judge its authenticity.

Probably after working in a certain industry for a long time, some inexplicable intuitions will arise.

The person who collapsed first, under the clamor of intuition and madness, believed that it must be true, so he entered a short-term fainting state due to various violent reactions.

Old Shen was extremely convinced that with his old friend's level of astuteness, it was impossible not to know what he had left behind, and if he knew, it was impossible not to tell himself and not to make the news public.

But none of this happened. On the contrary, the young Yan Tang took out these.

This made him have to wonder where these broken pages came from, but he didn't want to say it at this time, but asked after his expression eased:

"Son, are you sure you really want to donate these fragments of ancient books? Do you really know their value?"

I really don't know, so Yan Tang shook his head obediently.

Elder Shen was silent for a moment, but decided to tell part of the truth: "As far as I know, last year's Song Dynasty fragments were priced at [-].

Although it is not possible to restore every broken page here, and the ages are different, but the total value may be far higher than the land under your feet. Do you really want to donate it? "

He didn't deliberately conceal the matter of the "Blue Bag Sutra", it's just that there are too many people at the moment, such a national treasure, how could he easily reveal the news.

It is best to listen to Yan Tang's tone first, and then tell when there is no one else.

In any case, the state will not be greedy for a child's stuff.

After hearing Elder Shen's question, Yan Tang was not very excited. A kind of intuition told him crazily that such a large amount, fully worth the poor fate, would make him lose them soon.

It’s okay if you donate it now, and the things can still fall into the hands of the country. If you keep them in your own hands, they are likely to be damaged and eventually make them worthless.

Thinking of this, Yan Tang nodded without hesitation: "I know what I'm doing, donate."

Old Shen smiled and deliberately teased him: "Are you embarrassed to go back on the spot? If you regret it, it's okay, we can still help you repair and save it."

The jokes are true, and the words are not adulterated, it all depends on Yan Tang's choice, they will protect him after all.

After thinking seriously for two seconds, Yan Tang looked at Elder Shen solemnly: "But it takes up a lot of space in my place, even though I know it is very precious, I dare not touch it.

In my eyes, it is not even as useful as A4 paper, but you are different. You understand it, you know its value, you understand its charm, and you can tell everyone what is good about it. "

"When I was young, my mouth was stupid. I once met a child who said that they were the first country to invent the carriage, and also said the time and inventor of the invention.

But my raccoon master didn't say that. My raccoon master said that we are number one in the world, and we already have things abroad. example of.

This incident is quite small, but I remembered it for a long time. It was not until later when I went to the museum that I found out that a man named Xi Zhong made a car. He lived in the Xia Dynasty.

If I knew this at the time, I would have gone back a long time ago. Why do I have to remember it for so many years?

Aren't these all from ancient books?

Now that I have ancient books, I will donate them, and after letting more people know, the next child like me when I was a child should have a chance to go back. "

After Yan Tang finished speaking, he found that many people present laughed. He couldn't help but began to reflect on whether what he said was too naive, whether it was off topic, or whether it was a joke.

But no matter what, this is what he, a person with no academic qualifications, said from the bottom of his heart. He can laugh whenever he laughs. He is not guilty anyway.

Anyway, I just rely on my lack of culture to be upright and confident. Anyway, I am not embarrassed, but others are the ones who are embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Yan Tang began to raise his chest and chin again.

Elder Shen couldn't help but patted his head, and handed him two walnuts in his hand.

Yan Tang looked suspiciously at Walnut, then at Old Shen, thinking: No way, no way, are the old men so damaged now?This is a disguised form to fill my brain, so you say I'm stupid?

But he didn't want to, Elder Shen read a poem to him inexplicably: "Begonia doesn't hesitate to rouge, stand alone in the drizzle, what a good name."

Yan Tang: ... What the hell?

After all, he seemed to have been praised, and he was suddenly proud: "I actually changed the name later, it was called Xiaoqiong before."

"Joan of Qionghua?"

Yan Tang: "Anyway, it can't be poor."

"It doesn't matter if you wash your face with Qiongye or you have to wash your face, these are words with very good meanings."

Yan Tang: ...Oh my god, what's wrong with a cultural person?Although I don't understand it, it's inexplicably beautiful in my heart.

After such a comparison, I suddenly feel that Teacher Lu is so difficult to deal with, and it is difficult to utter idioms recently!

After some strange exchanges, the fragments of ancient books weighing five or six catties were sorted out by a professional team of more than 20 people to ensure that there would be no damage, and the group decided to leave.

Before leaving, Mr. Shen inexplicably said something casually to the city's chief executive: "Is the recent security situation not very good?"

With a "bass", the secretary next to the leader broke out in a cold sweat.

This is to say that Yan Tang went to the police station because of the gangsters looking for trouble before, and this kind of thing can't be entirely blamed on them.

The secretary's teeth chattered nervously in his heart, but fortunately, the chief executive was able to maintain a calm face after a long experience in the officialdom.

After replying a few words with a sincere expression, he said a few more words to Director Liao next to him, and finally smiled kindly at Yan Tang.

Yan Tang quickly understood what Shen Lao said, she was protected!

He hesitated on the spot for a second, seeing that everyone was about to leave, he finally ran forward and said to Elder Shen:

"That...Actually, I can get some fragments after a while, uh, not many... Well, that's about it."

Yan Tang nervously called the system in her heart: "Save me all! God, what should I do, can Heaven really help me get rid of the lie?

Donating once, it can be said to be the collection of the elders in the family. This time, it seems that I have a channel to buy it. Will they doubt me!

Huh huh huh, I'm so impulsive, it must be some kind of halo from the old man! "

The system lazily: "It can be saved, probably, the big deal..."

"I don't listen I don't listen!"

The next second, as expected, Elder Shen looked at him meaningfully, patted him on the shoulder and said, "If it's an overseas channel, you must pay attention to safety."

Yan Tang:?

After the donation matter came to an end, Yan Tang couldn't help but went to see Miaomiao Miaomiao of the Millennium Golden Lotus again.

Perhaps it was because he believed in his heart that the act of donating is a good thing to build character and merit, so it didn't take long for something good to happen.

At the end of the month, the Sanhang District sent a notice to Yan Tang that Fugui Group had rushed into the front row of taxpayers in the district in the past six months, and this time it directly won the title of "Advanced Taxpayer Enterprise".

Now the Third Airline Area has sent out an invitation for Yan Tang to come and accept the award.

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