Chapter 326 of the text volume Luo Xiang's chanting

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At this time, Vice Mayor Qu finally finished admiring the Dragon Boat Festival of Cao Cao's handwritten book worth at least 500 million, and shook his head with emotion. ↑，

No matter how Vice Mayor Qu looked at it, he didn't see that such a sacrificial text could be worth 500 million, he didn't understand calligraphy, and he couldn't say anything, but this sacrificial text was rough on paper, and it looked like insects and rats biting tatters, even if it was written by Cao Cao, how could it be worth so much money and 500 million, which could catch up with the total GDP of a medium-sized county in a year.

Vice Mayor Qu didn't understand, but some of the officials who came with him had some research on calligraphy and antiques, and praised them for a long time, but they didn't dare to show too much, so as not to embarrass Vice Mayor Qu.

Tang Dou He Bin accompanied Vice Mayor Qu and his entourage to the inside of the guardrail, mainly because the outside of the guardrail was already crowded, and they were not able to leave like this before Cui Zhehao had seen the physical evidence cited by Tang Dou, and how could Vice Mayor Qu get a reason that could be explained, so that he could go back and report to his superiors.

Tang Dou stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please at Cui Zhehao, who was stopped outside the guardrail, and smiled: "Classmate Cui, please come in and take a look." ”

Cui Zhehao nodded and walked into the inner circle of the guardrail with two people.

Cui Zhehao doesn't understand antique calligraphy and painting, and the two people he brought in don't understand these either, but they still know Chinese characters, and when Cui Zhehao saw the three words of the Dragon Boat Festival when he saw this sacrificial text, his face couldn't help but change.

Although the age of the Gangneung Dragon Boat Festival in South Korea is long enough, there are not many historical materials that are really recorded, and there is no such a mottled sacrificial text as the one in front of him.

Cui Zhehao's forehead gradually broke out with fine sweat, and the reporters he invited were still clicking and clicking on the current affairs, which made Cui Zhehao feel even more irritable.

Choi Cheol-ho communicated with his two companions in Korean, and although the two companions did not understand antiques, they also knew that antiques had always been rampant fakes. Fakes are flying all over the sky, and now the only way to break through the authenticity of Tang Dou's physical evidence is the most fundamental way.

As long as it can be proved that Tang Dou's physical evidence is a fake. Then not a single qiē is self-defeating.

Of course, Cui Zhehao also knew that Tang Dou dared to take out this thing as physical evidence. It is estimated that this thing is true, but he has no choice now, so he can only go up.

Cui Zhehao took a deep breath, finally straightened his waist, looked at Tang Dou and Vice Mayor Qu and others who were waiting on the side, stared at Tang Dou and said, "Mr. Tang, may I ask what era you have of this Dragon Boat Festival."

Tang Dou smiled slightly: "It has been written very clearly in the sacrificial text, the Dragon Boat Festival in the twenty-fourth year of Jian'an." That is, on May 5, 219 A.D., this Dragon Boat Festival was written by Cao Cao, a great political and military strategist in the Eastern Han Dynasty of China, for the Dragon Boat Festival sacrifice activities. ”

At this time, almost all the people in the auction hall were outside the guardrail, and although Tang Dou's voice was not loud, many people heard it.

Those people stood far away, and could only see a calligraphy and painting displayed in the display case, and it was not clear who wrote this calligraphy and painting, and what was written on it.

"Damn, the physical evidence that Mr. Tang took out turned out to be Cao Cao's Mobao. It's a priceless treasure. ”

"More importantly, this is a Dragon Boat Festival festival specially made for the Dragon Boat Festival, which is of extraordinary significance."

"Little stick has nothing to say this time."

Among these follow-up people, there are also some Tibetan friends who come to the Tang Bean shop to hunt for treasures, and there are some who have seen it. At this moment, when he heard that Cao Cao's Mobao was born, he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Mr. Tang, please read the content of the sacrifice to everyone, we don't know when we will see it later, this is itching in my heart."

Tang Dou smiled, stretched out his hand to beckon Luo Xiang, and said to Luo Xiang: "Luo Dian, please read the content of the sacrifice to everyone." ”

Luo Xiang knew that reciting the sacrificial text at this time could calm down some of people's impetuousness, but he had never read ancient poems. I was nervous, and I didn't know if I could do it.

Luo Xiang looked at Tang Dou hesitantly and said, "Mr. Tang." I've never sung ancient poems, so I'd better find somebody. ”

Tang Dou patted Luo Xiang's shoulder with a smile: "If you don't try, you know." One should never overestimate one's own body, but one should not underestimate one's abilities, and I believe you can do it. ”

Luo Xiang nodded stubbornly: "Cheng, then I'll try it." ”

Watching Luo Xiang walk towards the booth, He Bin touched his nose and smiled: "I should come to this job, when I was a child, every time I studied ancient poetry, the teacher asked me to read it to my classmates, and I still remember the bright moonlight in front of the bed." ”

Tang Dou smiled at He Bin and said, "If Brother Bin wants to come, it's too late to go up now." ”

He Bin laughed: "What, you first tell me that the sentence under the bright moonlight in front of my bed is not two pairs of shoes on the ground."

Your sister, Tang Dou snorted and laughed, and no longer paid attention to He Bin, and He Bin also laughed.

There were microphones and other loudspeaker equipment on the auction table, Luo Xiang took the microphone and coughed: "Everyone, please be quiet, please consciously abide by public order, now I will read this memorial to you first, don't worry, Mr. Tang has just said that this memorial will be exhibited in our store for at least a month, and everyone will have the opportunity to witness this sacrificial text with their own eyes." ”

With Luo Xiang's words, the venue finally gradually quieted down.

Luo Xiang stood in front of the booth, cleared his throat, looked at the Dragon Boat Festival chant in the booth and read:

Dragon Boat Festival

Singing alone and standing upright, endowed with lyricism in poetry.

Cast Miluo to hate the world, proud of the wind of the world.

The fragrance of Mr. Yi, the light of the sun and the moon.

Sigh the loyalty of the son, and the character of the afterlife.

Drive the dragon boat to find the Xi, sincere and thoughtful.

Sprinkle the male yellow and make a swagger, and dispel the evil plague of the charm.

Su Huilan thought that she was wearing it, and it was always new during the festival.

Yang the spirit of Kyushu and restore the civilization of the Han Dynasty.

Luo Xiang's chanting is actually no longer chanting, and his voice is wrong. It seems to have a unique beat, which is more like a song.

With Luo Xiang's passionate chanting, hundreds of people in the auction hall of Nuoda were instantly silent. Even the sound of breathing became distinct and audible.

People seem to follow

Luo Xiang finished singing. Unexpectedly, he repeated the chanting again, this time the tone was at least twice as heavy as just now, and the speed of speech was slightly faster, and the scene of the Dragon Boat Festival sacrifice of the ancients in people's minds was unfolded by Luo Xiang's chanting, becoming more magnificent, as if immersive.

"Yang the soul of Kyushu, restore the civilization of the Han Dynasty" With Luo Xiang's last sentence of the civilization of the Han Dynasty, the chanting stopped abruptly.

Let's go. Two tears dripped from Luo Xiang's eyes and fell on the booth made of bulletproof glass, blooming two crystal tears.

Luo Xiang stood quietly in front of the booth with the microphone in his hand, and he had not yet recovered his feelings from the artistic conception created by Cao Cao's Dragon Boat Festival.

At this moment, he felt that his soul had some kind of connection with Cao Cao, who made this Dragon Boat Festival, and he seemed to have read Cao Cao's broad mind.

is called Han Xiang, but he is actually a Han thief, which is the evaluation of Cao Cao by some descendants.

However, Luo Xiang just wanted to raise his arms and shout at those people at the moment: Wrong, you are a mess, Cao Cao has a heart of compassion for the world. If he wants to replace the Han family, when he can't, who dares to say no

Then. Thunderous applause suddenly sounded in the auction hall, and Vice Mayor Qu, including Vice Mayor Qu, also slapped his hands excitedly.

Luo Xiang woke up suddenly, he felt the wetness in his eyes, and hurriedly raised his arm and wiped his eyes quickly with his sleeve.

Tang Dou walked to Luo Xiang's side with applause, and smiled and stretched out his hand and punched Luo Xiang in the chest: "You kid, I didn't expect your kid to hide it deeply, just now when you sang Cao Cao's Dragon Boat Festival, you almost sang my tears." It's a shame for you to be a store manager with me, and I think you're better suited to be a bard. ”

Luo Xiang bared his teeth and said modestly: "How can it be so exaggerated." ”

He Bin smiled and stretched out his hand to hug Luo Xiang's shoulder: "Douzi is finally willing to tell the truth." Xiangzi is indeed a condescending talent to follow you. Xiangzi, do you have the heart to change jobs and mess with my brother? How much salary does this kid give you, and my brother will pay you three times. Well, think about it. ”

"I'll go", Tang Dou glared at He Bin with fierce eyes: "Brother Bin, let's not play like this, I'm still here." ”

He Bin looked at Tang Dou with a smile and said, "What's wrong with you here, you yourself said that Xiangzi followed you to be a fool, and if he came to me, he would definitely be able to exert his maximum potential." When I auctioned off the ancient poems, Shoko sang this paragraph to me, and I promise that the auction price of the ancient poems will be at least doubled, believe it or not."

Tang Dou coughed, He Bin said that this is really possible to save zài, he has personally experienced the artistic conception when Luo Xiang sang just now, if this is really sung during the auction of ancient poems, it is really possible that the calligraphy and painting will be chased by collectors.

Although He Bin said it with a smile, but looking at his eyes, it seemed that he was really attracted to Luo Xiang, a genius.

Luo Xiang couldn't help coughing lightly, buddy studied business management at Strasbourg Business School in France, not a play.

Facing He Bin's eyes, Luo Xiang said with a smile: "Mr. He, you are holding me up too highly, Mr. Tang treats me like his own brother, and I have no plans to change jobs for the time being." ”

Tang Dou laughed, stretched out his hand and pushed He Bin away: "Brother Bin, I think about digging the foot of the wall all day long, and now I have dug it here, be careful when the wall collapses and smash yourself down, don't blame the brother for not pulling you when the time comes." ”

He Bin smiled and raised his eyebrows at Luo Xiang: "Xiangzi, know Brother Bin's phone, call Brother Bin when this kid is not there, let's find a place to sit down and have a good chat, Brother will give you an appearance fee." ”

Your sister, this time even Luo Xiang almost scolded directly.

The venue fee is also given, who should you and I be, sit on the stage or answer the call by phone, to be continued.

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