"Fuck your shit!"

"Feng Qi? What is he? Selfish and hypocritical villains! ”

"If I can afford to get a bunch of artifacts back, what's the point of handing in one or two? I'm afraid that guy has sold most of his relics, right? ”

The man glared angrily and roared hysterically.

The surrounding crowd is also whispering, apparently all of them have heard the recent news.

"Speaking of that Fengqi, what kind of person is it?"

"I don't feel bad, even if it's not as ugly as it says on the Internet, it's definitely not so bright."

"Yes, yes, donating those two cultural relics, it's better to give us ordinary people more food to eat, and what kind of patriotism, I think it's just that the money is enough, and it's just a matter of handing over some cultural relics."

Listening to the sound of discussion in his ears, a chill appeared in Qiu Xihua's eyes.

"Ignorance, short-sightedness, and lack of ambition, what qualifications do you have to slander a hero here?"

"A vulgar person like this is not qualified to be based in China at all, and he is called a Chinese person!"

I have to say that Qiu Xihua is ruthless and speaks, and there is really no room for it.

The unique history of China has created a different atmosphere from foreign countries, influenced by history and ancestors, except for some traitors, normal Chinese people more or less have a sense of belonging to the land under their feet.

The same is true for middle-aged men, if he can, why don't he want to stand on the moral high ground and talk about ambition and benevolence.

But he is just an ordinary rural person, and compared to the illusory benevolence, it must be the cultural relics worth millions of dollars in his hands that are more important.

Now that Qiu Xi has painted a word, he shows that he doesn't care about pretending, but in fact, his inner will is about to be shattered.

"Shit! It's all bullshit!! ”

"If you don't deserve it, you don't deserve it! Who stepped on the horse is rare! Give Lao Tzu money, what if Lao Tzu is not a Chinese person! ”

The man was swinging his hoe frantically, and he was almost insane.

"It seems that ...... must be taken"

"Wait a minute, can I talk to him?"

Just as the officer was about to take out his weapon, Qi Feng suddenly raised his hand to stop it.

The officer was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew his hand and nodded.

"Teacher Xiaofeng?"

Qiu Xihua's gaze changed slightly, not wanting Qi Feng to get close to such a dangerous guy.

"Don't worry."

Qi Feng looked back and smiled, and then walked towards the man.

"What are you going to do?!"

"Brother, calm down first, let's go into the house and talk."

The man instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he saw Qi Feng's warm smile, he couldn't help but feel disgusted.

He was silent for a while, and finally agreed to talk to Qi Feng in the house.

Walking into the house, Qi Feng did not rush to speak for the first time, but looked at the environment in the red brick house.

The ancient architectural style, almost no decoration, although it can not be described as the four walls of the house, but there are few decent pieces of furniture.

One can imagine what this small bronze cup, worth millions, means to men.

The man's face was not very good-looking, and he asked, "What the hell are you trying to say?" ”

"Brother, before we talk about business, let's sit down and calm down our emotions, we can't always let the villagers and neighbors watch jokes."

Qi Feng smiled, observing the emotional changes between the man's eyebrows.

Sure enough, he only hesitated for a moment, but quickly calmed down and took out the kettle and poured tea.

At first, the man poured directly into the broken bowl on the table, which was full of tea stains, but after a pause, he went to the cupboard and took out a clean, disposable plastic cup.

Qi Feng drank hot tea, and then chatted with the man about some family life, and learned about his life in general.

The man's name is Zhang Long, he lost his father at a young age, had to drop out of junior high school, and spent half his life in the factory or doing odd jobs.

Chinese New Year's Eve is thirty-four years old, and he has not yet married a wife and had children, and he still has a mother in her sixties to support.

It sounds a bit bleak, but in fact this is the state of the world, and not everyone can live happily.

When it comes to the small bronze cup, Zhang Long doesn't have much ambition, he just wants to get some money to decorate the house, and then do a small business to support his wife.

Qi Feng sighed lightly and said, "Okay, let's talk about donations." ”

"You want me to turn it in too?"

Zhang Long's eyes widened, and his emotions were about to get excited again.

"Don't worry, if you are willing to donate, I am willing to reward you with 88,000 yuan privately."

Hearing this, Zhang Long was stunned for a moment, and then frowned and thought carefully.

"Private rewards? Instead of buying relics? ”

"Yes."

“...... Not to mention why you did this, 88,000 yuan is too little for me, I checked it on the Internet, and the small bronze cup can be sold for at least a million. ”

Zhang Long shook his head, although he still had to hand it in, but knowing that there was eighty thousand eight thousand compensation, his mood was obviously much more stable.

Qi Feng looked at the simple environment in the house, shook his head and said: "Zhang Long, it is absolutely not allowed to sell bronzes, if the news has already spread, I am sure that no one will take the initiative to ask you to buy cultural relics." ”

"As for black market trafficking, to be honest, I don't think you have the skills to touch that level."

If no one dares to come to the door to ask for it, Zhang Long can only sell it himself, and with his class, how can he find a cultural relics player who dares to buy bronzes.

And the most important point Qi Feng didn't say, now that the police officers are already guarding the door, is Zhang Long really relying on a hoe to resist the law enforcement department?

"Are you looking down on me?!"

"No, I'm just stating reality."

"I ......"

Zhang Long wanted to be tougher, but he quickly became angry.

Qi Feng was willing to give a private reward of 80,000, which was indeed his best choice.

"I, promise ......"

Zhang Long looked lonely, got up and went to the bedroom to take out a beautifully shaped bronze knight.

88,000 yuan can't make him happy, but it can also make him live a better life.

Qi Feng got up and took the bronze jue, nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, the local area will also give some material rewards, enough for you to make a living, don't always look at the news on the Internet that only rewards a few hundred yuan." ”

The reason why there are few rewards for cultural relics in China is that there are too many cultural relics in China, and there are incidents of picking up cultural relics in various places, and they are worth a lot of money.

In the past 5,000 years, the cultural relics in various places have been worth tens of millions or even more than 100 million, and if each piece is compensated at the same price, what an exaggerated astronomical amount should it be?

And the specific amount of reward depends entirely on the economic situation of the local government and the level of cultural relics, and it is not necessarily just a few hundred yuan or a pennant.

Just like when Qi Feng handed over a number of national treasures such as the female Shi Zhentu, he received a personal reward of 50 million from Mr. Kang, and his private reward was tantamount to a reward on behalf of the country.

Of course, the most important of these is the spiritual reward.

Donors are obsessed with material rewards, just as they want to get a monetary reward for doing righteous and courageous deeds, which is not benevolence at all.

As for Zhang Long's situation, in fact, it is the same as picking up a lost property and returning it to the owner, it is not something that belongs to him.

It's just that the nature of the cultural relics he picked up is different, so the psychology he produces will be different.

Qi Feng can understand this, and he is a person who loves the history of cultural relics, so he is willing to privately reward Zhang Long with some money.

Seeing the 88,000 received by the mobile phone, Zhang Long was a little excited at first, and then seemed to think of the words of Qiu Xi's painting, and he was a little depressed.

The money was obtained, but he also became an ignorant and short-sighted villain in Qiu Xihua's mouth.

Qi Feng, who was about to go out, paused, turned around and smiled: "Zhang Long, whether you are from China or not, you look at your own heart." ”

Zhang Long does not have a broad vision and no ambition for benevolence and righteousness, but he is not wrong, because he is just an ordinary person.

Born in the mud, all he sees is mud, and it is a good thing to look up at the sky, but it does not mean that he is guilty of walking in the mud.

If one day Zhang Long can stand on a high place and look up at the red flag fluttering in the wind, he will not be a person who serves the motherland.