After Wu Bingjian's death, the Wu family's business empire collapsed, causing countless sighs and sighs, however, the fact is that Wu Bingjian had already made all the arrangements.

There are many hidden giants in this world, and the Wu family is one of them.

was pointed out by Jin Feng with his surname and the origin of his family, and Pu Jia did not have any abnormalities. But in her heart, it was already turbulent.

Wu Xinkai's ancestor's real name, few people know it.

Jin Feng said in one word, this is called how Pu Jia is not shocked.

At this time, Mr. Zhao said in a deep voice: "The old god of war is the only remaining general of our nation. His moral qualities are admired and respected by anyone. Xiao Pujia didn't mean to look down on the old god of war. ”

"But one yard is one yard, I can't afford your consultation fee and treatment fee. ”

"I don't have half a dragon picture. ”

Pu Jia also stood up at this time and nodded slightly to Jin Feng: "I apologize to you for what you said to the old God of War General just now. ”

"Zhao Lao said well, everything can't be lifted by a single word. Even if Commissar Jin invites the old god of war out, it will never be possible to agree to you. ”

Mr. Zhao followed the operation of the electric wheelchair to Jin Feng, and shouted in a rough voice: "Come on, come on, this hand will restore my original Parkinson's to me." ”

"Anyway, I'm so old, it doesn't matter if I want to do it or not!"

"But you want my dragon figure, dream go. ”

The old and the young worked together seamlessly, not giving Jin Feng a chance to speak at all. In the end, Mr. Zhao also played a scoundrel, which was even more ridiculous.

Once again, the scene became stalemate and dreary.

The beautiful young woman Pu Jia's expression was extremely cold, and Mr. Zhao was even more angry with red eyebrows and green eyes.

Jin Fengping finished smoking solemnly, slowly snuffed out the cigarette butt and said quietly: "So, there is nothing to talk about." ”

"Yes!

Mr. Zhao shouted loudly: "I left my words here, I want my Zhang family's dragon map, unless I die." ”

Then Mr. Zhao shouted coldly at Jin Feng: "Even if I die, the dragon map will not be given to you." ”

Jin Feng slowly got up while the table was in his hand, and shouted in a deep voice, "Your father would rather donate those treasures he treasured to Columbia University in front of him...... I won't give you the Northeastern University that your grandfather Zhang Zuolin once founded......"

"Everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't be forced. Then let's not talk about it. ”

"But when it comes to Mr. Zhao, you are reluctant to give me those dragon pictures......"

"Let me ask Mr. Zhao, do you also want to donate these national treasures to foreign museums?"

Mr. Zhao shouted hatefully: "It's my business to donate to." It's none of your business. ”

"Don't think that if you Jin Feng is getting better every day, I'm afraid of you. ”

"Big deal, I'll give you this life. ”

"If you want my Zhang family's dragon map, you wait for the next life. ”

Mr. Zhao really has a momentum on his body, and the stubbornness that would rather bend than bend makes Jin Feng also see some shadows of his old friends.

"Good!"

"In that case, then I'm not welcome. ”

Jin Feng hissed: "Originally, I thought I would leave something for your Zhang family, but now, I don't need it." ”

"I now formally withdraw the demands I have just made and renew the demands. Mr. Zhao, you listen to me. ”

Jin Feng's voice became sharp and sharp at this moment: "In addition to the eight dragon pictures treasured by your Zhang family, I also want your Zhang family, all of them." ”

"Including Wang Xizhi's book "Ten Snow Stickers", Wang Xianzhi's authentic "Shenei Post", and Yan Zhenqing's authentic "Sue Huang Sticker" are three treasures of the town!"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Zhao's body shook suddenly, endless horror flashed in his eyes, and his face was even more frightened and frightened.

"You...... You ......"

Old Mr. Zhao pointed at Jin Feng's mouth and screamed, angry and afraid, anxious and angry, and shouted loudly.

"I don't have any of these things!"

"No !!"

Jin Feng snorted coldly and shouted loudly: "No!?"

"Regardless of the merits and demerits of your Zhang family back then, your father was known as the first person to collect in the Republic of China, and his treasures were hundreds of billions. ”

"There are as many as 9,000 pieces of gold, stone, porcelain, antiques, calligraphy and paintings left in the Northeast Fengtian Museum alone. Your father did not resist and lost the whole of the Northeast...... Leave that at that. ”

"Where did the 9,000 heavyweight national treasures go?"

"Do you dare to say no?"

Hearing this, Mr. Zhao's face changed and he shouted loudly: "Most of the national treasures you mentioned were robbed by devils, and most of them went to Dongying. It's all well documented. ”

Jin Feng sneered and asked, "Okay." Let's not talk about these robbers. ”

"Your father collected tens of thousands of rare books in the Tiandu City, half of which were stolen by the eunuchs in the Forbidden City......"

"There are also those gold, stone and jade, and the arms that Sun Dianying rampant exchanged for your father at the tomb of Qianlong Cixi......"

"Where are these national treasures?"

"Among them, there is a pair of Doucai Sanqiu Cup!"

"Where?"

As Jin Feng questioned sharply, the thunder in the sky was also rumbling.

The voices and thunder were mixed together and hit Mr. Zhao in unison, Mr. Zhao's body trembled aggravated, his teeth were rattling, and he was terrified to the extreme.

And Pu Jia on the side was also frightened by Jin Feng's words.

The names of the artifacts reported by Jin Feng's mouth were like thunder cannons that exploded one after another in his ears, making his spine feel cold.

After the fall of the Northeast, the Fengtian Museum was looted by devils and traitors, which was more than Pu Yi's robbery of Xiaobailou when Pu Yi was finished.

Most of the nearly 10,000 fine works of the Fengtian Museum, which was established by two generations of Northeast kings, flowed into Dongying.

The whereabouts of the Schenneti are unknown.

Even so, Zhang Xueliang still has many treasures in Tiandu City and the Demon Capital that are no less than those of the Fengtian Museum.

Jin Feng reported all the treasures in these treasures, which made Pu Jia, who knew the Zhang family well, feel unprecedentedly shocked.

Doucai Sanqiu Cup is the only remaining treasure in the world, and it took the great master Sun Yingzhou a full forty small yellow croakers to buy it.

And there is a pair in Zhang Xueliang's collection!

It's horrible.

"How did he know about these things?"

Mr. Zhao's horror was ten times worse than that of Pu Jia, but his mouth was resolutely denied.

"Those treasures are indeed there, but in the process of being transported to Baodao Province later, some of them were divided and confiscated by others, and some of them were inexplicably lost during transportation. ”

"For well-known reasons, my father was already under house arrest at that time. Many people fell for him, and only three-fifths of those treasures were plucked by geese, and only three-fifths of them were finally transported to Baodao Province. ”

"As for you...... As for the heavy weapons you mentioned, I haven't seen them since I was a child. ”

Old Mr. Zhao's breathing became quite rapid, and his face was also white and blue, and he was also at the end of the crossbow.

Jin Feng said coldly: "Even if you are right. ”

"I'll ask you again. ”

"After your father emigrated to the First Empire, he took with him nearly three tons of goods. In the end, more than 2,000 pieces were donated to Columbia, most of which were literary and historical materials and manuscripts. ”

"Where did the rest go?"

After a pause, Jin Feng shouted in a cold voice: "Don't tell me, your father only left you those eight dragon pictures!"

"Your father lived for more than a hundred years, and he became a land immortal early on. ”

"Don't tell me, your Zhang family only has those eight dragon drawings left now. ”

"If you can hide it from others, you can't hide it from me!"

Rumble!

Thundered!

Above the cloud-covered sky, rolling thunder exploded on the roof of this garden building.

For a while, the whole building was buzzing, the glass of the window shook rapidly, and the sound of wailing.

After Mr. Zhang Xueliang regained his freedom, he immigrated to the First Empire and donated tens of thousands of rare books he had collected to Tunghai University.

After immigrating to the First Empire, Zhang Xueliang donated his few remaining manuscripts, artifacts, and lifelong favorites to Columbia University.

So far, no one in the outside world knows the number of these precious historical documents and collections.

But the only thing that is certain is that each of these things is a national treasure.

"Those treasures, I don't know...... I don't know where?"

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