"Hahaha, in the end, I still let you recognize it, that's right, the old man, I am Wang Zhengjun, what kind of expert is really too bad, that is, an old antique who likes antiques. Wang Lao laughed.

"Oh, I'm really lucky, I've been hearing several teachers mention Mr. Wang, but they didn't have the opportunity to meet, and I can see here today, it's really fate, fate." Zhang Tianyuan was really excited, he didn't expect to meet the old man he had always wanted to see in London, isn't this fate.

"Your fame is not small, Zhang Tianyuan, I have been introduced by many people, saying that you are the most talented and outstanding young man in our industry. I didn't believe it before, but today I do. Wang Lao smiled and said: "As a colleague, although I am very good at building a private museum, I also want to remind you that once the museum is built, the things in it can no longer be sold, you have to think clearly." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Once your museum is approved, it means that you don't have the right to sell the artifacts in the museum, and in some way, the artifacts become social wealth, so people prefer not to register. Of course, the museum is private, and these things also belong to you, if one day you don't want to run this museum, you can naturally not continue to register, the things are still yours, and they will not become someone else's, that is, during the period when the museum is open, your things can't be sold when they are sold, but you can sell tickets. Wang Zhengjun explained carefully.

"Well, as long as the thing is still mine, I don't plan to sell it, and you say that I am not short of money now. When we get these things back home, let the people of our country take a good look at them. Zhang Tianyuan thought for a while and said, "Maybe in my lifetime." My museum may not be the best in the world, but I'll work in that direction. Of course, I still hope to display Chinese antiques as much as possible, and build the world's largest museum of Chinese antiques, surpassing the Forbidden City! ”

"It's good to be ambitious, with your financial resources and determination, it may not be impossible to do it, to be honest, you have really done what I want to do but can't, if there is anything you need help with. Just ask, old man, I'm definitely going to help. Wang Zhengjun said excitedly.

"Then can Elder Wang be the director of my museum?"

"Yes, what's not to do, if your museum really develops in the direction you said, even if I don't go out in the future, old man, I am willing to keep this museum for you. Wang Lao stood up excitedly, and he was already in tears.

Zhang Tianyuan was a little embarrassed, he was just joking. I didn't expect the old man to be so serious.

He thought about it, and also stood up and said, "Elder Wang, don't worry, what I Zhang Tianyuan said." That spittle, a nail!"

"Mr. Zhang, what are you talking about, why are you so excited? Is there something wrong with this transaction?"

Poor Amer Sloan couldn't understand Chinese at all. He was not interested in Chinese culture, he was not interested in Chinese antiques. Naturally, he was even less interested in Chinese, so he was excited to see Zhang Tianyuan and Wang Zhengjun there. He was also surprised, and thought that Wang Zhengjun had made any requests, and there might be a big problem with his deal.

"Yes, Mr. Wang had a deep discussion with me on the issue of the transaction, he thinks that the contract can be signed, but I still hope that you can do your best to get things done, because you also know that I also have a deal with the Brotherhood that is ready to be completed, and their things are all private, so the transaction is not so troublesome. ”

Zhang Tianyuan will get off the donkey.

"No, no, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, you must believe me, there is no problem here, since our transaction has been reached, then it will definitely be completed smoothly, as the director of the British Empire Museum, I understand this very well, just rest assured." Amer Sloan said quickly.

For Amer Sloan, the nearly 40,000 pieces of oracle bone fragments are actually counted as an antique, or an antique, so strictly speaking, the amount of things in the warehouse of the British Empire Museum should not be more than 80,000 pieces, but more than 80,000 kinds, so just give Zhang Tianyuan such a little, it is not a problem for the British Empire Museum at all, but if Picasso's oil paintings can enter here, it can definitely attract many visitors, and the value here is not at the same level at all.

I have to admit that Amer Sloan is a very ambitious and moral person, and his actions are all for the British Empire Museum, not himself, and perhaps it is precisely because of this that his weakness was fiercely grasped by Zhang Tianyuan.

Amer believed that the best way to enhance the reputation of the British Imperial Museum was to obtain calligraphy and paintings by Western masters, which is why he made the decision to exchange so many things for two Picasso paintings.

Probably Amer Sloane or a lot of people at the British Empire Museum won't regret it, but maybe in many years, when they think about it again, they will appreciate something different, but it may be many years later, and it won't have any effect on this transaction.

"Well, since Sir Amer has said so, let's go to the storehouse now, and if there is something I like, I will generously exchange with you a painting of Picasso. Zhang Tianyuan is also a little impatient now.

More than 80,000 antiques!

There will definitely be something that will surprise you greatly.

"Of course, come with me, after you go in, I hope you don't talk loudly, don't touch anything, if you need to see, I'll ask the staff to pick it up for you." ”

Amer stood up, and then walked towards the warehouse with Zhang Tianyuan and the others.

The reason why Zhang Tianyuan wants to go to the warehouse instead of the China Pavilion is because although the things on display outside are also good, they cannot be regarded as high-quality products, and the real good things are in them.

The moment the heavy warehouse door was opened, Zhang Tianyuan felt that his breathing was a little heavy.

On the one hand, because of excitement, because of repression.

On the other hand, it's because the fucking dust is too big, how long has it been since it was opened!

Walking into this warehouse, the first thing Zhang Tianyuan immediately thought of was to go up and slap Amell, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't help but do it.

Antiques are piling up.

The precious picture books and books were placed in the huge shelves, but the dust on them was several inches thick, and it was evident that they had not been cleaned for a long time.

The most outrageous thing is that piles of precious bronzes were thrown on the ground like scrap copper and rotten iron, which made people feel distressed.

Zhang Tianyuan said that these things were rubbish, on the one hand, for the purpose of reducing prices, and on the other hand, he also felt that the British would not care too much about these things. But he didn't think that the British really had to treat this stuff as garbage.

But at this moment, his eyes are red, in China, thousands of pieces can't pick out a real thing, but here, everything placed all over the ground is real, some have begun to oxidize and rust because of negligent management, and even huge openings have appeared.

The most outrageous thing is that Zhang Tianyuan actually saw a huge mouse gnawing on a book there, which was very thick, but half of it had been gnawed off.

The rats were more than a foot apart, because when the gate was opened, they were frightened, and a bunch of rats scurried out in groups.

"I'm the eighth ancestor of your Englishman!"

Zhang Tianyuan's words were scolded in Chinese, and Amer couldn't understand it, but Wang Lao and Liu Mengxun could understand it, and Blue Phoenix could also understand it.

They didn't feel embarrassed by Zhang Tianyuan's rudeness, but felt that this sentence was really good and enjoyable.

Amer seemed to sense something, and he explained with some embarrassment: "Mr. Zhang, you also know that we in England are not like China, we don't have so much cheap labor, so many things, we really can't take care of them, but we still save them as much as possible." ”

"Alright, no more nonsense, I don't want to listen to your Rory's ramblings. I want all the books here, and I'll give you an oil painting of Picasso worth about 80 million dollars. Zhang Tianyuan seemed very domineering this time, and he didn't give Amel room to negotiate at all, because he felt that Amel would definitely agree.

"The great explorer of the British Empire, Stein, took with him thousands of documents from the Dunhuang Cave, and in order to protect them, Sir Stein returned to England with great difficulty. At that time, someone was in charge of the scripture cave, and it was a Taoist priest named Wang Yuanqi. At first, Daoist Wang did not dare to 'sell', but Stein gave him money and promised to help him build the Dunhuang Grottoes, and he successfully took away more than 7,000 documents from the cave. At present, more than 7,000 volumes of documents are stored in this warehouse. "Amell, the shameless old man, is a proud propagandist of the story of the robber Stein.

"Okay, you just say whether to change it or not, give a happy word. At this time, Zhang Tianyuan was no longer in the mood to discuss, and he smelled it very domineeringly.

"Yes, of course I do, and I am sure Sir Stein will be very happy to be able to return these papers to their homeland. Amer rubbed his hands together and said excitedly.

In fact, the documents here, after the British shipped them back, they threw them there and left them alone, they didn't even know the history of their own country, where did they have time to study the history of other countries, but there were a few British so-called China who read these books, but unfortunately these things are too profound, they can't understand them, and they don't want the Chinese to see these things, so these things are placed here and become a delicacy for the mice, and I don't know how many have been swallowed by the rats. (To be continued......)