As Qin Lang has always emphasized, his wedding to Elizabeth is nothing more than a purely ceremonial form, a grand opening of all the discussions and agreements that will be completed today and in the next few days. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info it lacks enough importance to be worthy of attention, it starts and ends again, that's all it takes, and nothing else.

Of course, this is Qin Lang and Elizabeth's whole feeling about the wedding. William. They were impressed by Elliott's godfather character and the nonchalant attitude of both protagonists - especially their attitudes. Even those guests who were closer to Qin Lang and knew him better were amazed at his performance.

And Elizabeth's.

Their marriage was not forced but entirely of their own will, yet they approached it with a surprising indifference. Except for Qin Lang and Elizabeth, no one—at least no one had ever seen or heard of it—could do both at the same time. It is safe to say that in this world, whether it was or is, and in the future, there may only be such a peculiar situation when the protagonists of a wedding are the two of them.

They are unique.

"They must be said to be the perfect couple." Harriman gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and said to Bush beside him with a mocking voice, his eyes staring at Qin Lang and Elizabeth. They were not far away, talking to several scholars. Harriman knew two of them, Pierre. Curie and Marie. Curie, a professor at Qin Lang's university in Guangzhou Bay, made the front page of a few months ago for the discovery of a new chemical they named radium.

Two new stars in the field of chemistry, like Qin Lang and Elizabeth a few years ago. However, Harriman remembered Pierre. Curie and Marie. Curie's name is not because of their contribution to the field of scientific research, but because of the results of their research: since radium is a new substance, perhaps it has high commercial value, has a vast potential market, and can bring rich expected benefits. As a member of the Harriman family, this is his nature, an instinct, and there is also Qin Lang.

According to the information he received, the research results of the Curies couple had a fairly close relationship with Qin Lang. However, a consensus that people have been convinced of and is becoming a law is that all new technologies, products, and plans that Qin Lang is involved in researching or interested in, more or less, have enough exciting business prospects and are worth investing in.

The only question is whether it is worth Harriman's investment.

Harriman spent a lot of time studying this problem and understanding the properties of radium. He wrote to a number of chemists, asking for their opinions, including, of course, two bedrooms.

So he knows them.

Bush knew them as well -- he had exactly the same views on radium as Harriman and still acted exactly the same.

Now, his attention was focused on the content of the Curie's conversation with Qin Lang and Elizabeth, even if he didn't hear anything, even if it was just a vague word. Of course, there is no doubt that doing so also caused him to not hear Harriman clearly.

"What did you say, George?"

"I said," Harriman sighed to himself, "Qin Lang and Elizabeth are a perfect pair. ”

"Not everybody thinks so." Bush said, "I have heard many people say why Qin Lang married Elizabeth. Daubles? She is not a qualified wife at all. ”

"But she actually is, isn't she?"

"It depends on the way we look at the problem."

"What angle?" Jack. Morgan leaned in and asked curiously.

"Qin Lang's angle." "The biggest advantage for him of marrying Elizabeth is that if he doesn't need her to be around, or if he interferes with his work, he just needs to come up with a little new idea of chemistry and the problem will be solved," Bush explained. There is no need to waste words, no time to waste, no excuses, just a few words to wipe out five hundred ducks......"

"Five hundred ducks?" Harriman was baffled by the metaphor, "Why? ”

"One woman is equal to five hundred ducks - to the extent of noise."

"I know what this metaphor means, Samuel, but my question is, do you think Qin Lang would think Elizabeth might be as annoying as five hundred ducks? I don't look like it. ”

"It's not surprising, George. There are times when I feel like my wife is like a flock of noisy ducks, and that's how life is. Bush shrugged his shoulders and continued, "There will always be times when Qin Lang will feel this way. Of course, fortunately, Elizabeth would never complain to Qin Lang like other women that he only knew about work and neglected his family. You see, we've all had trouble like this at one time or another. ”

"That's right. However, Qin Lang has another problem that we will never encounter. Morgan laughed mockingly, "Maybe one day, he'll complain to his wife, who only knows about experiments and ignores family." ”

Bush and Harriman were stunned, and after a few seconds, Bush laughed, but Harriman thought with a serious face. After a while, he looked up and declared with great certainty, "No, that won't happen." ”

Morgan and Bush stopped. "Why?"

"If Qin Lang and Elizabeth were both addicted to work, they would have no family to speak of." Harriman said in a tone of no joke, "I think family is just an abstract and meaningless concept for both of them. ”

"Really?" Morgan looked pensive, turned his face to look at Qin Lang and Elizabeth, and nodded after a few seconds, "Maybe you're right, Mr. Harriman." ”

"But that's a tragedy, from the perspective of the traditional concept of family." Bush shook his head and sighed for the future of Qin Lang and Elizabeth for a while, then turned his head and looked at Harriman and then at Morgan, "How about we change the topic?" ”

"Yes." Morgan said, turning his gaze a little to the side, "Let's guess, William. Mather was ready to talk to Qin Lang about something. ”

Bush and Harriman immediately turned their gaze to William. on Mather. He didn't go to Qin Lang's side to join him in the conversation with the two bedrooms, but stood with a few university professor-like figures, quickly discussing something. But from time to time, he would stop, turn his head to Qin Lang and Elizabeth, glance at it seemingly casually, and then quickly turn back to join the conversation again.

There was something unusual about his behavior. On the one hand, it is known that Mather did not often talk at lengths with university professors and the like—and of course, the vast majority of academics did not like to hang out with people like him, and intellectuals were always a little high-minded, even if only in disguise; On the other hand, he seemed to be a little anxious to talk to Qin Lang, however, in all social gatherings like now, unless there were special factors, the really important big people would often arrange the conversation between them and their masters to a lower position to avoid being disturbed by others.

William. Mather was a really important big shot, and his conversation with Qin Lang shouldn't have started now, however, it seemed that he wanted to start now.

"Do you think he's going to talk to Qin Lang about something?" Morgan asked. He was curious about the answer.

"It's not business." Bush said, but it doesn't make sense.

Harriman replied the same. "Whatever it is, I don't think it's going to matter."

"But it's definitely Qin Lang interested." Morgan concluded, continuing to look at Mather, as well as the university professor who was talking to him. After a while, there was one more person in his sight: Qin Lang had joined their small circle.

With a flurry of routine pleasantries, blessings and thanks, and introductions, he began to get the conversation to the point.

"So, Mr. Mather, is there anything I can do for you?" He asked, a half-joking start.

"Not for me, Qin." Mather smiled and replied, "It's Professor Taylor and his friends." ”

John. Taylor, Mather had just introduced to Qin Lang, a professor of history at Columbia University, who was not very famous—of course, personal fame was not necessarily proportional to his academic level—but Qin Lang did not quite understand what could connect him and Mr. Taylor.

There are also friends of Professor Taylor, who are also professors of history or archaeology at the university. In most respects, these people should be insulated from arms dealers and mercenary leaders.

He was confused, but still gave Taylor a warm smile. "In that case, Mr. Taylor, what do you want?"

"That's right, Mr. Qin," Taylor pulled out a photograph from the leather bag he was carrying, "I bought it from an English merchant ten years ago for a thousand dollars. ”

A photo that cost a thousand dollars? Qin Lang became cautious, took the photo, and wanted to figure out a question: what exactly is the photograph of something that is worth a thousand dollars for a history professor at Columbia University? However, Taylor's photographs do not answer his question, and even now, photographic technology is still very underdeveloped, and only black and white photographs can be taken and are not very clear - meaning that despite the careful protection, this old black and white photograph still does not accurately reproduce the true appearance of what it recorded. He could only make out the general outline, as if it were ......

Qin Lang suddenly remembered a piece of news he had heard when he returned to this world, an old story that the American upper class occasionally talked about: In 1879, there was a - or some, in the accounts of different people, the number of protagonists is indefinite - that the British had gone deep into China, found a large number of exquisite murals in a cave complex in western China, and took some photographs, and when he or they brought the photographs back to England, they immediately caused a sensation in Europe and the United States at that time. Of course, Qin Lang never took the time to consult the information to verify the authenticity of this story, because, obviously, even if the British did discover the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang in 1879, they did not have any direct or indirect connection with him.

At least he himself believes that the Mogao Grottoes have no connection with him.

But now, Taylor gave him a photo, and it seems to be a ...... again

Taylor's voice reached his ears. "This photograph was taken in a grotto in a desert area in northwest China. It's called ......."

"Dunhuang." Qin Lang raised his head and looked at Taylor, "This is the mural of the Mogao Grottoes. ”

"That's true, Mr. Qin." Taylor said, with some surprise in his tone, "I really didn't expect you to know that place." I beg your pardon, but I did think that a businessman like you, who has a busy job and is involved in many industries, probably does not have the time to care about history and religion. ”

"And as far as I know, you never went to China before last year." A friend of Taylor added.

Qin Lang turned to him. "You're right, sir—"

"Clark."

"Mr. Clark." He nodded, and continued, "It's true that I had never been to China before last year. I do know the place though. ”

Middle school history textbooks will mention it, decades later, of course. Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders secretly and continued to look at Taylor. "Mr. Taylor, are you interested in the Mogao Grottoes?"

"Of course, Mr. Qin." Taylor pointed to his friend, "We, and many others, are interested in that mysterious place. We've always wanted to visit that place and study it carefully. You should understand that this is a very important academic activity......"

He began to repeat something that might be important to him but meaningless to others, the academic, important, and historical significance of the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang...... As was always the case with scholars like him, Mather had to interrupt him and bring the core to the table. "Mr. Taylor wants to hire a squad of mercenaries to escort him and his friends to northwest China and back."

After a pause, he continued, "I'll cover the entire cost." ”

Mather looked at Qin Lang, and Taylor and his friends also looked at him. They were afraid that he would refuse the business, not because of his national feelings or anything, of course, but because the business didn't seem to be very profitable: a few historians and archaeologists, if any, were willing to bear the full cost, how much?

Maybe Qin Lang won't accept it.

But they were all wrong.

"A couple of historians and archaeologists, a small squad of mercenaries?" A smile appeared on the corner of Qin Lang's mouth, "We should plan a larger-scale operation. ”

"What do you mean?" Mather asked.

"It's just that I think it's dangerous and hard work to study murals in the desert deep into the heart of China, and we need to make it safe and easy." Qin Lang smiled again, "Send an investigation team to Dunhuang to bring back the murals and other things there, gentlemen, what do you think?" (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )