"Old sir... This painting is worth 300 million, do you still want to donate? ”

Deputy Guan Tuan, the old friend who made his grandfather remember it and mentioned it many times, according to the origin of the Chu and Guan families, Chu Ang still needs to call the old gentleman on the other side a good voice.

Therefore, Chu Ang felt that there were some things that he needed to explain clearly to the old man in front of him, such as the value of this painting.

"Damn, what did the anchor just say? 300 million! ”

"This is the highest-priced baby that the anchor has ever identified..."

"It's a pity, it's not a leak, if it's a leak... 300 million tsk! ”

"Is such a treasure really going to be donated?"

The picture scroll in the live broadcast room where everyone is looking at the hot eyes.

300 million, this is a wealth that many people find difficult to have in their lives, but the old man in the camera has to give it up.

"300 million..."The old gentleman was also taken aback by the price Chu Ang said, and immediately smiled again, "Donating this thing to the country, this is what my father confessed when he passed away!" ”

"Brothers in the live broadcast room, I took the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and the people of that era had faith..."

"Faith... Does such a thing really exist? ”

"There exists, such as the Jinling Defense War of that year, this battle mobilized one-third of the Chinese army, more than 700,000 troops, there are elite government troops, there are also Gui troops belonging to different factions, Guangdong Army, Sichuan Army, Hunan Army, as well as the Northwest Army in the north, Northeast Army, during the civil war, these armies have grievances against each other, but in front of the Japanese Kou abandon the previous suspicions, knowing that they will eventually run to death, but these resolute soldiers have no hesitation, I believe this is faith!"

"The Gui army of that year gathered 60,000 people to rush to the aid of the Jinling battlefield, and 40,000 died in 3 days, but they still went forward one after another..."

"There is also the Sichuan army, the Sichuan army is 3 million out of Sichuan, and there are no children in ten rooms and nine households..."

"There is also the Guangdong army, everyone in the world knows that Sichuan and Chongqing cry every night, and no one knows that every household in Guangdong hangs white silk. The Sichuan army has not yet come out, and the Guangdong army has been exhausted. A million Cantonese troops went out, and only 3,000 returned! ”

"Huaxia is going to be extinct, and the people of Lake N will die first!"

"Cavalry company! Offensive! ”

“……”

Zhao Chengjin formally apologized to the old man for the previous eye-paeing, but fortunately, Chu Ang was there this time, so he invisibly protected this treasure.

If you really want to be a guy who doesn't have long eyes, and take a look at the imprint of "Mr. Gao", it will be a major loss that cannot be recovered for the cultural relics industry.

Zhao Chengjin welcomed the old gentleman back to the Old Palace Museum, looking at the backs of the two, Chu Ang was in a complicated mood, returned to the big car, and greeted everyone in the live broadcast room, "Brothers, that's all for today... The Old Palace Museum will be closed for two days after tomorrow, so let's continue to find a place to pick up leaks..."

"The anchor is off the air, anyway, today's life is exciting enough..."

"The stick man Ru porcelain bowl, Mrs. Yin's Kowloon Cup, Tang Bohu's splicing painting, one is more exciting than the other!"

"The anchor is still on vacation? Oh my God, co-authored me 996, right! ”

"What did I 007 say!"

"Pick up the leak... I love watching streamers pick up leaks! ”

"There are a lot of coins in the store, and the real and false anchors said, I still like to listen to this sentence..."

"I hope that a national treasure will appear in the future..."

"Qi Baishi's shrimp, Zhang Dagan's landscape, Xu Beihong's horse, and the cake painted by my boss are all national treasures (tears)

"The cake drawn by the boss is the most real (covering his face)..."

Hanging up the live broadcast room, Chu Ang thought about it, took out his mobile phone and called Shan Lao, and told him about today's events, and finally asked sideways, "Shan Lao, will the Golden Holy Hand and Mr. Gao be the same person?" ”

……

Ask for a recommended ticket and a commuter pass

(End of chapter)