The Peking Man skull, a treasure from 600,000 years ago, an important cultural relic for the study of human development, a national treasure that has been missing for 60 years, and a national treasure that he thought would never appear again, has reappeared in front of his eyes today. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Lao's hands trembled and stretched out, wanting to gently touch the coffee-colored skull in the box, but when he was halfway through, Chen Lao's hand suddenly stopped. Then he hurriedly withdrew his hands, took out a pair of silk gloves from his pockets, and gently put them on his hands, and then carefully picked up the silver suitcase and put it in the precious national treasure.

Looking carefully at the national treasure in his hand, Chen Lao's breathing sound was suppressed to the minimum, as if he was afraid of disturbing the chaotic and uneasy history in his hand.

After a long time, Chen Lao slowly put the treasure back into the suitcase, drank the tea that had cooled, calmed down his excitement, and then said to Zhang Yang in a hoarse voice: "This is ...... Is it really going to be donated to the National Museum? ”

"Of course." Zhang Yang nodded: "It belongs to the Chinese nation." Naturally, it is to be donated to the state. ”

"Yes, it is a national treasure, so naturally it will be donated to the country." Chen Lao nodded.

Looking at the silver suitcase, Chen Lao hesitated for a long time, and his fingers were bent and stretched for a long time before he slowly spoke: "So, Mr. Zhang Yang, what is the ...... of our National Museum?"

Having taken someone's treasure, it's time to talk about the price. What made Chen Lao hesitate was that the National Museum may have tried its best to have so much money......

"Actually, when I first decided to donate the national treasure, I didn't think about what I would get from the museum." Zhang Yang smiled: "I'm just an ordinary person, and it's just a coincidence that this treasure came into my hands." I don't lack money, and I don't look down on it. ”

Chen Lao nodded, patiently waiting for Zhang Yang's bid.

"However, when I learned that the National Museum is under the direct management of the Ministry of Culture, I couldn't help but have some clichéd ideas."

Zhang Yang smiled: "The Ministry of Culture covers the sky in the domestic entertainment industry, and I also have some things to ask for the Ministry of Culture, so I take this national treasure as a stepping stone, and I hope that Chen Lao can help me introduce the senior members of the ministry." ”

"......" Old Chen looked at the priceless silver-white suitcase on the table and nodded, "This matter is wrapped up in me." ”

"I'm in trouble." Zhang Yang nodded.

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The confirmation of the authenticity of a cultural relic is not simply determined by an expert to cover the coffin, especially when the artifact is a "Peking Man skull".

Taking it back to the National Museum, the veteran Chen Lao made a phone call, and an hour later, the cultural relics appraisal experts of the eight sixtieth years rushed over in a small car, turning into a circle around the skull on the table, no different from the Knights of the Round Table.

These industry leaders who hold State Council subsidies are like children who have just understood how amazing the world is, looking at the skulls on the table or sighing, or sighing, old tears, and a lot of emotion, and so on.

After striking these experts, the priceless skull was taken to the laboratory for carbon-14 identification, in order to find the accurate time and accurate dating.

The carbon-14 results show that this is indeed something that was 600,000 years old.

Science can't go wrong, and the old experts who got the test report were in tears, crying like a group of 60-year-old children.

Holding the carbon-14 identification report, Chen Lao brushed his face and entered the office building of the Ministry of Culture.

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There are countless cultural relics that have disappeared in the world, except for a few cultural relics that have been destroyed in various disasters, and most of the rest are treasured in the hands of big people around the world. Although countless people around the world are concerned about them, their fate will never see the light of day in the dark basement.

France, Count Marsso's Palace.

"I also heard that Count Marsso was an internationally renowned collector, so I took the liberty to come here." In the living room, Zhang Yang said.

Two tall maids dressed in black maid outfits served exquisite hand-ground coffee to Zhang Yang and his master, Earl Ma Su, respectively, and respectfully retreated.

At this time, Zhang Yang is no longer the usual jeans and down jackets. A decent master hand-cut suit, delicate calfskin shoes, a riotous purple bow tie, a dark peacock diamond brooch, with a flamboyant bearing, suddenly a noble style is undoubtedly revealed.

Looking at the two tightly wrapped large wooden boxes in front of the two black super bodyguards, Count Ma Su's eyes showed a glint of interest.

Count Masu has been thinking about it for a long time, but because his private appraiser is still on the way to come on horseback, Count Masu can only hold back this itch for the time being.

After a short time, the appraiser of the Mediterranean head type arrived at the castle of the Count of Marsso, and after saying hello, the appraiser's eyes were fixed on the two chests.

"If the professionals are here, then the outer box can be dismantled." Zhang Yang nodded, waved his hand, and the black super bodyguard behind him picked up two red crowbars from the ground, and with a hard left and right effort, the wooden box sealed by the air nail was violently dismantled.

Peel off the white cushion, and it is the face of the treasure. The appraiser just glanced at it, and then exclaimed: "My Holy Mother, this is the Virgin Mary and Arnwind." ”

"What!" Hearing this, Count Marsso stood up, ignoring the fact that the coffee on the coffee table next to him was knocked over.

The Virgin Mary and Arnwind is one of only a few authentic paintings of Da Vinci that has been identified, along with the Mona Lisa. After the theft in 2003, it disappeared from this world. The unanimous consensus in the collecting community is that the masterpiece may have reached the treasure trove of some "collector" and will never be seen on the market again.

"I didn't expect ......," the appraiser muttered, as if he had stopped in the meditation machine.

Lying on the Virgin Mary and Adaminde, the appraiser held his breath for fear that his exhaled breath would damage the masterpiece.

Holding the magnifying glass in his hand, the appraiser looked at every inch so carefully, and his eyes were greedy as if he wanted to eat this oil painting into his mind and take it away. He knew that as long as he had completed his identification, this masterpiece would be put back in Count Marsso's secret room, and it would be truly isolated from the world.

Zhang Yang always felt that these appraisers, who were studying for an hour, were simply sick. But Zhang Yang didn't understand what these lost paintings meant to them.

"......" had nothing to say to Count Marsso, and the hour he had spent and the look on his face was not enough.

"The second."