"Hello, aunt, my name is Gao Sheng, it's Li Xiao-" Brother Badou just wanted to say that he was Li Xiaoman's boyfriend, when he saw that middle-aged beautiful woman cast an extremely stern gaze at him, that gaze was like a sharp sword, stabbing the fat man's heart painfully, and he couldn't speak.

It seems that the judgment is wrong, the prospective mother-in-law should not look at William and Yan Yue, gentle and polite, but after facing him, she immediately seemed to be a different person, as cold as winter, they are all the same quasi-aunts, why is the gap so big, could it be that choosing a son-in-law is also a set of admiration for foreign flattery?

Just when the fat man was fooling around, he saw the middle-aged beautiful woman nodding slightly to him, with an expression of rejection on her face: "Thank you for taking care of Xiao Nan, I came this time, and I also made a special trip to bring her back." Now, of course, William is also included. ”

Badou Ge Gabba mouthed twice, not knowing what to say. Speaking from the heart, he is a little jealous of William, could it be that the combination of William and Li Xiaonan can be regarded as a real master, right?

Thinking of his efforts during this time, the fat man couldn't help but be a little disheartened: although he was a small achievement, in the eyes of others, he was still a small citizen, nothing, and he didn't even have the qualifications to come to the door. Originally, he also wanted to visit Beijing during the Spring Festival, and when he saw the attitude of the middle-aged beauty, it obviously represented the attitude of the Li family, that is, he went ≦ the time, but he was afraid that he would also eat closed-door soup.

The grievances that had been suppressed in the fat man's heart finally broke out completely at this moment, he and the middle-aged beauty looked at each other sharply, and suddenly laughed in his mouth, almost crazy.

"Mom, don't force your brother-in-law to be good-" Li Xiaonan relied on his courage and pleaded with his mother in a low voice.

As a result, she was glared at by her mother. Immediately drooped his head and didn't dare to speak. This daughter-in-law of the Li family is extremely strong. The status in the family is second only to the old man. Not to mention Li Xiaonan, even her uncles and uncles only have to be trained.

"You're doing it yourself." The middle-aged beauty was unmoved, and after throwing down a sentence, she turned to leave. Until she got in the car, she could still hear the fat man's shrill laughter. This laughter made her very uncomfortable, because it was full of unwillingness and provocation, and it was a kind of naked declaration of war!

Li Xiaonan also followed and got into the car. Before leaving, he didn't forget to gesture his fist at Brother Badou and signal him to come on; William also followed, not that he was unjust. In fact, before he proposed, the families of the two sides had already been in contact, and William didn't want to be a victim of his marriage, and he really liked Li Xiaonan from the bottom of his heart, so he simply proposed directly.

When he went to Li's house this time, he still had this plan in his heart: to familiarize himself with the situation first, and then to help Badou achieve his wish.

When William first met the fat man. Brother Badou's career has just started, and he is poor and white; In less than two years. Being able to develop into such a big family business also made William very admired.

With the disappearance of the car, Brother Badou's laughter finally stopped, he stared silently into the distance, and the belief in his heart had never been so firm at this moment: Is this an ultimatum for me, I don't care about it, and I will go directly to Africa when the time comes. No matter how powerful your Li family is, can you still manage other people's Afrika!

Soon, Brother Badou became like a nobody again, and continued to discuss many matters related to the opening of the business with a smile. At ten o'clock in the morning, a quaint sound came from inside the museum, it was someone striking the chimes in place of a salute.

People are holding their breath and listening quietly to the echoes of history. After a hundred and eight rhythmic sounds, the fat man pulled the red silk in his hand, and the red silk on the top of the plaque fell off like waves, revealing the quaint gold-painted characters of "Badou Museum" on the top.

"Good words, I don't know which one of them came from?" There was a lot of talk in the crowd. Most of the people present were experts in the antique world, and they were somewhat accomplished in appreciating calligraphy.

Even those officials bowed slightly, you know, in the officialdom, there are also some people who are good at this, serving as an official, leaving ink on the side, who knows if this is a person in a high position on a whim to inscribe the museum. Judging by all indications, this museum is still very backstage.

"Offering ugliness and offering ugliness, it is my casual smearing of two strokes and a smile and a generous home. Ladies and gentlemen, the Badou Museum is officially opened, welcome everyone to go inside! Brother Badou arched his hand in all directions, and then went to the door to give way.

I've never seen such a narcissistic person - someone in the crowd started pouting, mostly from the good words they had just praised.

Others are a little puzzled: what about the good leader's speech and guest message?

Whenever there are leaders present at the opening ceremony, they usually have to say two words, especially in a place like the Badou Museum that promotes the long history and splendid culture of the nation, and there is no need to worry about any taboos. As a result, these cutscenes were not arranged at all. But since they came, they couldn't just listen to the bell and leave, so people followed the flow of people and entered the museum.

For the leader's speech and the like, the fat man hates it, and of course omitted it. Even if the leader talks about it, what can the museum do, in the end, it will still attract the audience with the collections inside.

I have to say that the Badou Museum is still very eye-catching in its collections, especially the dozens of national treasure-level paintings and calligraphy that have returned, which attract people to stop and watch and nod their heads in praise.

Moreover, the Golden Eye Sculpture is also very well prepared for the museum, and needless to say, the facilities are all the most advanced at present, which can definitely ensure that these collections will not be damaged in the slightest. Even those commentators were professionally trained by Diao Laosan early, and it was the first thing to say. In particular, the origin of these collections is even more eloquent, and when it comes to emotion, the audience can't help but clap their hands, they are using this way to welcome the national treasure back to their hometown.

The Shang Dynasty exhibition area is also enthusiastic, with quaint bronzes and jades, as if bringing the audience back to that long time thousands of years ago. Every cultural relic is a thick volume of history -

The Western exhibition area is the quietest, and only a dozen foreign tourists are here to enjoy the oil paintings quietly. In fact, there are only two works, one is "Missing", and the other is Henry's work - the portrait of Badou Ge.

At first, the tourists still had some opinions: Henry can only be regarded as an up-and-coming rookie, how can he keep up with the masters?

But after carefully thinking about the portrait. These connoisseurs have come to realize that this Mr. Henry. Or is it quite possible to become another master.

So they secretly made a decision in their minds: to take advantage of the fact that the price of Mr. Henry's paintings was not outrageous. You can properly collect his works, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of room for appreciation-

Brother Badou also mixed in the crowd of visitors, surrounded by parents of students of Badou School, although most of them were laymen, but when they turned around, they also admired. Even if you look at it on the surface, you can feel the charm of the long history and strong cultural atmosphere. It's something you can't experience at all in a big shopping mall hotel.

"It's time for the children to learn more about the history of our motherland!" This is the voice of most parents.

"Don't worry, this will also be the extracurricular activity base for the students of Badou School in the future, and you can visit it for free at any time!" Brother Badou is also an honorary principal, so he can naturally see that there are some beneficial things for the growth of children here, how can he refuse?

Of course, the parents were happy: lo and behold, only our students at Badou School have this kind of treatment!

However, among the visitors, not all of them came to cheer, and a small number of them also came with ulterior motives. For example. In front of the booth where Shang Dynasty weapons were displayed, a large crowd of people seemed to be arguing about something.

Could it be that someone came to smash the field-Brother Badou hurriedly squeezed forward. I saw that there were a few people in suits in the crowd, who were debating with the people around them in a not very proficient Chinese: "These weapons are simply flashy, only the katana of our Yamato nation is the sharpest weapon in the world!" ”

Most of the heavy weapons on display on the booth are spears and axes, you know, three thousand years ago, iron tools did not appear, and bronze weapons must have great limitations on sharp Cheng dù.

So some people argued with the Japanese: "This is a weapon that was more than 3,000 years old, and your katana is only a few hundred years old, do you think it's fair to compare this side-by-side?" ”

"Didn't you have any ten great divine swords in ancient China, if you are not convinced, you can compare it with my katana." One of the Japanese with a mustache was very arrogant, he was holding a sheathed katana in his arms, and Brother Yato looked a little familiar: It seems to be the demon knife I shot out Muramasa?

There are indeed many legends of famous swords in ancient China, from the Xuanyuan Sword, to the cadre Mo Ye, to the fish intestine sword, etc., each sword is accompanied by a heart-wrenching story. However, the legendary ten famous swords are only seen in legends, and none of them have been handed down so far, so where can they be taken?

Seeing that the people around him were all angry, but no one spoke anymore, the mustache couldn't help but laugh wildly: "It's just so disappointing to me, I originally wanted to see the power of the Heavenly Sword Dragon Slayer, hahaha-"

actually used the fictitious Yitian Sword and Dragon Slayer Sword in the martial arts book to talk about things, provocation, it was definitely a naked provocation, and every descendant of Yan and Huang present felt humiliated at this moment. But they really don't have any magic weapons in hand to compete with each other, in fact, due to the strict control, except for collectors, who can hide any swords at home?

"I'm coming!" A short, powerful voice came, it was Diao Laoer, who was in charge of the museum's security, standing up, holding a short sword in his hand, which he had won from Diao Laosan.

Good - people can't help but applaud, no matter what the outcome, someone will come out on top, otherwise they will die of depression.

The mustache glanced contemptuously at the short sword in Diao Lao's second-hand hand, and then slowly drew his katana. I saw that the blade of the knife was like a pool of autumn water, and the patterns on it were like layers of scales, as if it had life, which looked extremely demonic.

Brother Badou couldn't help but sink in his heart: It's really the Muramasa demon knife, and the second uncle's short sword is only afraid that it won't work-

After getting this katana, the fat man also experimented, and it can really be described as sharpening iron like clay, not to mention anything else, anyway, the kitchen knives in the nursing home were cut off several times.

Just when the fat man was worried, Diao Lao Er didn't talk nonsense, and the short sword in his hand flashed a silver light, slashing towards the village demon knife. The mustache had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and only slightly adjusted the angle of the katana in his hand.

With a bang, a severed blade hit the ground, and people hurriedly looked down, and what they were most concerned about now was which weapon was cut off.......