The London Bridge over the River Thames is not only a testament to the history of mankind, but also the history of human civilization.

From wooden bridges to stone bridges to concrete bridges, London Bridge has risen and fallen, but the only thing that has not changed is the water of the River Thames and its own name.

The off-road vehicle approached London Bridge, and it was sparkling when it looked up, but it still didn't shine as brightly as Zhang Xiaojian's eyes.

Buying and selling antiques is an extremely expensive thing.

Not to mention buying and selling national treasures, hundreds of millions of dollars can be easily smashed into it.

Grandpa Liao is obviously an antique enthusiast, otherwise he would not have come to the UK thousands of miles away, just to see the twelve bronze heads.

Zhang Xiaojian doesn't know much about the twelve bronze heads, but he thinks that this is a good way to spend money, and artworks can also be listed in his list.

It's just that Gao Qingsong asked after hearing Grandpa Liao's words, "You are also here to participate in the auction?"

"Yes, Xiao Gao, what you say, are you also a fellow believer?"

Gao Qingsong shook his head and said, "No, I know a little bit about antiques, but Uncle Zheng is here." ”

"Uncle Zheng is coming to the UK?"

"Of course, how could he not have such a big thing, he is the ultimate antique enthusiast of ashes, and he is busy in the hotel now. ”

"Busy with what?"

"Raising funds, I am afraid that the copper head will be bought by foreigners. ”

"Xiao Gao, what is Uncle Zheng's full name you said?"

"Zheng Weixun. ”

"Xiaoxun, acquaintance. ”

"Then we're really fated. Zhang Xiaojian smiled.

"No, no, this time the news of the Davide auction house came out too late, obviously there is a time difference, I am afraid that the European counterparts have already received the news, and the anonymous auction will not be found after the sale. ”

Saying that, Grandpa Liao said again: "If you raise money, count me as a share, don't go to the hotel first, take me to see Xiaoxun first." ”

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head and said, "Of course it's no problem to see Uncle Zheng, but you still forget about the money, I'll come." ”

Grandpa Liao and Grandma Zhao glanced at the young Zhang Xiaojian, the words 'I'm coming' seemed to reveal infinite magnanimity, but...

Gao Qingsong frowned and said, "Little sword, let's not buy it." ”

"How?"

Gao Qingsong said while driving the car: "Grandpa Liao, don't laugh at me if I am ugly." ”

"No jokes, Xiao Gao. ”

"There are still a lot of criticisms from the twelve bronze heads, one is that the Eight-Nation Alliance grabbed the current Europe, and it doesn't make sense for us to spend money to buy it back, and I feel uncomfortable. ”

Zhang Xiaojian nodded, forgetting this stubble on a whim, although he is not short of this money, but what to spend money on, the picture is comfortable, it is originally our Dahuaxia thing, what is the matter, you snatched it, but auctioned it to us, this makes no sense.

But if you don't need money to buy it, how can you bring the national treasure back to China? The loss of national treasures is not only a problem in China, but also a problem in the whole world.

There is no way to solve this.

Gao Qingsong spoke again at this time: "Second, most of the value of the twelve bronze heads actually comes from hype, to put it bluntly, this thing is the twelve faucets in the Old Summer Palace, and the historical and cultural value is not high." ”

Zhang Xiaojian smiled: "The faucet is okay?"

Ye Mozhu frowned and said, "No, how do I remember that the twelve bronze heads are water conservancy clocks, which are described with faucets... , what's the matter, it's also a fountain faucet. ”

Xiao Ye is right. ”

Grandpa Liao took a sip of mineral water and said: "The twelve bronze heads are indeed fountain faucets, but they are also unique water conservancy clocks. ”

"But for collectors, historical and humanistic values are only a part of the reference, what matters is who the owner of the object was, in what dynasty, whether the craft is extinct, whether it is unique. ”

"The workmanship of the twelve bronze heads is very excellent, the Qianlong period was originally the peak of craftsmanship, the body of the bronze statue of the zodiac is the shape of the stone carving wearing robes, the head is a realistic style modeling, the casting is fine, and the subtleties such as folds and fluff on the head of the beast are clear and realistic. The material used to cast the head of the beast is the red copper refined by the Qing court at that time, the appearance is deep in color, the inside contains fine light, and it has not been corroded after a hundred years, which can be called a must. ”

And the zodiac is full of Chinese cultural color, in the cultural relics of these twelve pieces to form a set is also rare, whether it is the Old Summer Palace in front of the faucet, there is symbolism, as well as the value of being sought after. ”

At the end, Grandpa Liao smiled and said, "As for the hype, wasn't that artwork fried?"

Of course, Gao Qingsong can't compare with an old player like Grandpa Liao, and when he heard that he was not more serious here, he laughed and said: "You are right, the ornaments of the Queen Mother have no historical and humanistic value, and they will not be auctioned at a sky-high price." ”

Zhang Xiaojian felt interesting when he heard this, but after being reminded by Gao Qingsong, he remembered the Eight-Nation Alliance, and he still had a mistake in his heart, so he decided to take a look at it.

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The off-road vehicle enters the hotel parking lot, and the suitcase is naturally assisted by the service staff.

Gao Qingsong tipped according to local rules, and the group entered the hotel under the guidance of a beautiful English girl with a smile on her face.

When he came to the twenty-seventh floor, before he could enter his room, Zhang Xiaojian heard the sound of scolding his mother that could not be stopped by the door panel not far away.

Zheng Weixun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the ferry bridge in the distance.

As one of the few collectors in China, Zheng Weixun is not only the president of Ningyuan's antique association, but also a celebrity in the Chinese antique industry.

It's just that, although he is a celebrity, Lao Zheng is from a military family after all, and when he is in a hurry... It's completely different from the usual elegance.

"I'm a bloody mother, what do the British want to do, cut first and then play?"

"There's still time to fuck, there's no time. ”

"Does the embassy know about this, has it negotiated?"

"Raised by a son of a bitch, where did the seller come from, how did the four bronze heads come together? Check, find someone for me, I want to know who the eighteenth generation of the seller's ancestors are. ”

"Boom. ”

"Knock knock. ”

There was a knock on the door, Zheng Weixun scolded his mother for two more words, hung up the phone, and opened the door.

Zhang Xiaojian's appearance did not surprise him, because after coming here, he heard Qingsong say, but what is the combination of Zhang Xiaojian and Liao Lao?

"Old Liao, why are you here?" Zheng Weixun said in surprise.

Although Liao Lao didn't use crutches, his waist was really rickety, he smiled and said with a wrinkled face: "It's useless when you arrive, you should make more money when you're young." ”

Zheng Weixun smiled bitterly: "Old Liao, don't worry, this side has been mobilized, rest assured, unite as one, you can't grab four pieces, one or two pieces are still sure." ”

Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong glanced at each other when they heard this, in fact, they didn't understand very much, why did they have to take pictures of the bronze head?

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