I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Photograph?

Jiang Chen glanced at the dog head placed on the stairs and the glass cover that had been taken off the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from this thing?"

Jiang Chen pointed down the stairs and said, "If you accidentally roll down, you'll have a taste of peanuts."

"Brother Jiang Chen, don't scare me, I really didn't touch it, I was just looking at it."

The Martial Saint forced a smile.

He was outstanding among his peers, but in front of Jiang Chen, his acting skills were quite poor.

Glancing at the phone he had tucked behind him, Jiang Chen looked calm and said, "Install it."

"okay!"

Wu Sheng quickly took the opportunity to put his phone in his pocket and then lifted the glass cover.

"I'll come find you later."

After saying that, Jiang Chen continued to go upstairs, returned to his room, and took a nice bath.

Not long after I came out and was changing clothes, the cell phone on the bed rang.

Take it and take a look.

It’s Li Shurui.

It is said that thieves are bound to feel guilty, but Jiang Chen, who had spent a night outside, was not nervous at all.

Without him.

I have a clear conscience.

After all, there is a dashcam as evidence.

Besides, what is the relationship between Li Shurui and Shi Qianqian now? They are like sisters.

Of course, even if there are thousands of reasons to prove innocence, smart people will definitely not mention it on their own initiative based on the principle that less trouble is worse than more.

"I just got a call."

"what phone?"

"It's from the Cultural Relics Bureau."

"..."

Jiang Chen was speechless. What on earth did that boy do?

"They asked me if I had found the dog head among the twelve beast heads."

"Well, Doghead is at home now."

Jiang Chen said.

This time it was Li Shurui's turn to remain silent.

There are indeed many national treasures, but only a handful of them can be included in textbooks.

"I'll handle it. If they call you again, just say you didn't know."

"Ah."

Li Shurui didn't say anything more and immediately changed the subject.

Shi Qianqian did not tip off Li Shurui, so she knew nothing about what happened last night. It was simply because of the dog head incident.

The relevant departments cannot be so omnipotent. The problem must lie with the sneaky Martial Saint.

After changing his clothes, Jiang Chen went downstairs. Passing by Dog Head in the stairwell, he saw Taoist Duanmu still watching TV, but did not see the figure of the Martial Saint.

"Where's the Martial Saint?"

He shouted at Duanmu Liuli.

"I'm doing my homework."

Jiang Chen smiled, then went upstairs again and came to the Martial Saint's room. Instead of barging in directly, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Brother, I'm doing my homework."

This kid's guilty conscience is almost written on his face.

"What did you do?"

Jiang Chen stood at the door and asked again.

The Martial Saint looked innocent.

"Did you take the photo and post it online?"

"No ah……"

"The Cultural Relics Bureau called your sister Shurui's cell phone."

Wu Sheng was shocked, "No way, so fast?"

"Tell the truth."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Wu Sheng could only tell the truth and said with an awkward smile: "Brother Jiang Chen, I was curious whether the dog head was real, so I found a treasure appraiser to take a look."

"Is it true or not? Didn't I tell you already?"

Starting from twenty years, isn’t that obvious enough?
"What if you're bragging?"

The Martial Saint blurted out.

Also.

At his age and with his experience, his imagination has limits.

It’s the top national treasure that appears in textbooks, the kind that everyone knows about.

Being able to bring such a treasure home is simply a fantasy, it's not just a matter of money!
Even though the other party told him, he still couldn't believe it and was skeptical. But after the connection just now, the truth was confirmed.

It really is the Twelve Bronze Heads!
"What about now? Is it true or false?"

Wu Sheng looked embarrassed and nodded sheepishly, "Really, really."

Then, he looked admiring, "Brother Jiang Chen, you are so awesome."

Jiang Chen was not fooled by the flattery. "You've made it known to everyone. Tell me, what should we do now?"

"Brother Jiang Chen, you must not hand it over!"

Wu Sheng hurriedly said: "The leaders of the National Museum have been arrested, and I saw a lot of cultural relics in the live broadcast room. They must have been taken out of the museum. If you hand over the dog head, who knows, someone might take it home one day!"

The half year of live broadcast was not in vain.

"Then why did you bring the dog head into the live broadcast room? Don't you know what impact it will cause?"

Wu Sheng actually felt regretful. He thought his behavior was indeed hasty. He knew that the other party had such a large traffic, hundreds of thousands of people in the live broadcast room, and there were people from the government waiting there.

But that's what teenagers are like.

If you consider everything to the last detail, you are no longer a teenager.

"Brother Jiang Chen, you can handle it."

He smiled cautiously.

Okay.

great progress.

I wonder what Jiang Chen’s attitude was when he first went to his house.

I'll eat two and the rest are yours.

"How am I supposed to handle this commotion you're causing?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

The Martial Saint looked up at him with a look that showed he understood everything.

"Brother Jiang Chen, stop lying to me. Since the Cultural Relics Bureau has called Sister Shu Rui, it means they have already locked the address here. There are many people in that live broadcast room who have dirty treasures, and there are even tomb robbers. They were caught when they were connected.

If you, Jiang Chen, don't have the ability, then the one who calls Sister Shurui would not be the Cultural Relics Bureau, but the Public Security Bureau. Or the Public Security Bureau would drive to your door with sirens on and give you a banner and a big red flower."

Jiang Chen smiled in surprise, and found that this boy's brain was really... a little smart.

The Internet is so developed that even children can use a mobile phone to obtain information that is not suitable for their age group.

Knowing this world too early, I don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Brother Jiang Chen, I've seen a lot of amazing treasures in live broadcasts before, and even brought the museum's treasures home. Those people are different live broadcast connections, and there is nothing wrong with it."

"What live broadcast room? Let me take a look."

I don’t know if it was because he was speechless after being scolded, or if Boss Jiang was really curious about it.

Wu Sheng took out his cell phone again and wanted to show it to the other party, only to find that the muted phone had a large number of missed calls, and someone was still calling.

no doubt.

It must be the legendary national treasure that caused the trouble.

But what about the right to privacy?
"Go out with me."

Seeing that his phone was about to explode, Jiang Chen stopped asking for sharing.

"Where?"

The Martial Saint was worried.

"Send you to turn yourself in."

Jiang Chen turned around.

"Brother, you can't sacrifice your relatives for the sake of justice."

Wu Sheng had a bitter face, but still followed him out of the bedroom.

"Carry it out."

Going down the stairs and passing by the animal head, Jiang Chen gestured.

"I don't dare. It will take at least 20 years."

Wu Sheng immediately shook his head. He was skeptical before, but now he is 100% sure it is the real thing.

"It's made of copper. Even if you break it, it won't break."

The Martial Saint was in a difficult position, but since he was the one who caused the trouble first, he had no choice but to nod his head.

Jiang Chen went downstairs and said hello to the Taoist sister who was still watching TV, "Wu Sheng and I are going out for a while."

"Oh."

The Taoist nun is really careless. She has been working as a "nanny" for so long that she has forgotten that her main job is a security guard, right? Is it better to say, a bodyguard?

Comrade Jiang Chen had been out all night and had not returned, but he did not seem to be worried at all. Not only did he not call him last night, but when he came back in the morning, he did not even say a word of concern.

of course.

Each flower enters each eye.

Some gay men may like this kind of personality.

Wu Sheng moved the dog's head into the car very carefully, as if treading on thin ice. After that, he breathed a sigh of relief and sweat broke out on his forehead.

It’s not that I’m really afraid of it breaking, but more likely it’s a kind of love and respect for this top national treasure from the bottom of my heart.

He took the glass cover out of the villa and put it back on. He felt relieved and raised his arm to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Where?"

Jiang Chen didn't explain, he just said: "Get in the car."

In order to prevent the bronze head from accidentally shaking and falling during the journey, Wu Sheng carefully chose to sit in the back row for protection.

Without time to rest, Jiang Chen drove on the road again.

The Martial Saint protected the bronze head with his arms and carefully fastened a safety belt to it. Now he looked at it again with a different mindset and easily discovered the extraordinaryness of this dog head.

The casting is precise and the carving is delicate. The nose, eyes, ears and other key parts are clear and lifelike. Even the wrinkles on the neck are clearly visible. The color is deep and the inner light is bright. It has gone through wind and rain without rusting...

Lose it.

This is what a treasure is!
"Brother Jiang Chen, do you have anything else? Just the dog head?"

He looked forward and asked eagerly.

"How much more do you want?"

"Brother Jiang Chen, with your strength, you can definitely collect all the bronze heads from abroad."

Listen.

What is the standard of flattery?

But Jiang Chen is not a lesbian, so he would never fall for it. "I don't have the ability."

Wu Sheng curled his lips and said, "Brother, don't be so modest. The dog head is right here."

Don't just look at the surface of things.

We must learn to see the essence through phenomena.

Although there is only one dog head, if I can get one, can't I get a second or a third one?

"That was given to me by someone else."

Jiang Chen told the truth.

As for where He Yihui got it, and what means and channels she used to obtain this top national treasure, he did not ask.

Although the He family is no longer as high-profile as when the gambling king was alive, it is still a well-known family on this earth, especially with extensive network resources overseas.

Regardless of whether he believed this explanation in his heart or not, the Martial Saint knew better than to dig deeper into it.

As a mature person, you should know your limits!

"Brother, where did you go last night?"

He suddenly changed the subject, so quickly that Jiang Chen was caught off guard.

"Drinking with friends."

"Oh."

Wu Sheng nodded, "Don't worry, I will never tell Sister Shu Rui about this. But Brother Jiang Chen, you have to be careful. Don't get carried away just because Sister Shu Rui is not here. You have to know that there is no impenetrable wall in the world. If you don't want others to know, then don't do it. Don't go too far..."

He is indeed a little genius in the love field who has been picking up girls since junior high school. People are starting to give him advice.

Jiang Chen glanced at the interior mirror and asked, "Should I arrange some extracurricular training classes for you?"

The Martial Saint, who was making a convincing argument, immediately begged for mercy, "I was wrong."

While waiting for the light to come on, Jiang Chen picked up his phone and made a call.

Wu Sheng quieted down, sitting quietly in the back row and eavesdropping, his handsome face gradually filled with surprise and suspicion.

After he finished the call, he was about to speak when Jiang Chen called again.

at last.

A few phone calls ended.

Wu Sheng clung to the seat, unable to hold back, and squeezed in the middle of the center console, "Brother Jiang Chen, were you talking to Liu Yiming on the phone just now? The boss of Xingkong?"

"Otherwise, believe it or not, your sister will soon see what you have done, and then you will get a call."

The heat is still suppressed.

Not only the public opinion, but the official side must have also been informed to prevent Li Shurui from being harassed.

That's right.

It is clear from his actions that Boss Jiang has no intention of handing over the dog's head, and it is not because of the corruption and violations of discipline by the relevant leaders as Wu Sheng mentioned.

The bronze head was a gift given to him by someone else, how could he just give it away?

It has nothing to do with enlightenment.

It's not dug out of the ground. Making friends with it is a favor, and not making friends with it is your duty.

Ok.

In fact, there is another reason.

Will the bronze head be better taken care of if it is placed in a museum?

Not really.

For the museum, it's just work.

Workers know exactly what attitude towards work is.

Only with love from the heart can we give these treasures the best protection.

"Brother Jiang Chen, you are so omnipotent!"

The Martial Saint was speaking from the bottom of his heart, and just to confirm, he even took out his cell phone to check the starry sky.

Unbelievable!
Such heavy news would definitely cause a sensation among the whole nation, but in the end, not to mention the popularity, even if you searched for it, you couldn't find any trace in the starry sky!
Just like a dirty piece of white paper, it returns to its original state after being rubbed with plasticine.

Who says there is no impenetrable wall in the world?

Jiang Chen's image, like a 3D composition, gradually becomes fuller in the heart of the Martial Saint day by day.

Made.

In the past, I was really a toad in a stinking ditch. I had no idea that the sky was high and the earth was thick. I thought I was the most powerful person in the world because my sister could get the village party secretary to come to my house to pay New Year's greetings every year.

And now, the Martial Saint’s three views have been shattered, and he has finally realized what real “skill” is.

"Brother Jiang Chen, where are you going to send the dog head?"

Jiang Chen certainly didn't know that he had become the guiding star in the young boy's eyes. After all, in his opinion, it was just a piece of cake, and he didn't realize how much of a shock it would cause to others.

He was driving.

“Go somewhere that’s appropriate for it.”

----

"This museum belongs to my sister?"

Arriving at the destination, Wu Sheng looked at the treasures in all directions, stumbling and bewildered.

"Is that solid gold?"

What did he see? He actually saw a large golden vat!
The surface of the cylinder is carved with exquisite patterns.

None of this is critical.

The key is volume!
It’s actually bigger than the water tanks of some left-behind elderly people in the village!

"should be."

"Mr. Jiang, please rest assured that we will keep the bronze head in safekeeping."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Lan Peizhi is a true antique collector and someone who truly treats these rare treasures with care. It is most appropriate for him to place the bronze head here.

This can be seen from the quality of the staff of this "private museum".

Faced with such top national treasures as the Twelve Animal Heads, he did not feel any emotional fluctuations.

"That's... Horse Stepping on Flying Swallow?! A Horse Stepping on Flying Swallow with inscriptions all over its body?!"

After coming to the East China Sea, Wu Sheng's horizons were broadened, but when he first came to his sister's "treasure house" and saw the collections here, he was still completely shocked.

The Horse Stepping on Flying Swallow is in the museum, and is also a first-class national treasure. But compared with the one here, the one in the museum is simply pocket-sized!
And it’s covered with inscriptions!

Inscriptions are like logos attached to cultural relics. According to market conditions, even ordinary cultural relics would be worth an extra 100,000 yuan if they have one more inscription. A horse stepping on a flying swallow, which is already a priceless treasure, would be worth a lot more if it is covered with inscriptions...

The Martial Saint's brain has crashed.

"Young man, work hard."

In the secret and deep space, Jiang Chen looked at the dazzling collection and patted Wu Sheng's shoulder.

"Remember, you are Lan Peizhi's younger brother."

(End of this chapter)