Don't quibble, anchor, your name is Zhang San

Chapter 143 Make a Big Deal with the British Museum

But these days, it was the fans who suffered the most.

Jiang Han made cultural relics with his head covered, and he didn't even touch his phone a few times, let alone say it in the fan group.

Netizens originally stayed in the live broadcast room and waited for the broadcast to start as usual, but they waited until dark, and the live broadcast room was still dark.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day, still the same.

Now netizens are completely panicked.

"Where did Brother Jiang go? I haven't seen anyone for a few days, and there is no news at all."

Everyone couldn't wait for Jiang Han to start broadcasting, so they could only find Mike.

In just a few days, Mike's Dousha account received tens of thousands of private messages, all asking where Brother Jiang had gone.

Being bombarded by text messages, Mike was miserable, thinking that I wouldn't do it either, and Brother Jiang didn't reveal anything to me.

The fans didn't get any news from Mike, so they had to go back to the live broadcast room and wait day and night.

Although the live broadcast screen was always black, the barrage never stopped.

"How many days has it been, where is Brother Jiang? Why hasn't the broadcast started yet?"

"Brother Jiang won't run away, woo woo woo, please don't, I want to continue watching his live broadcast."

"I haven't watched Brother Jiang's live broadcast for a few days. I can't even sleep well, and I have no appetite for food. If Brother Jiang doesn't show up, I'm going to be depressed."

"My girlfriend can't see Brother Jiang's live broadcast and wants to break up with me, what should I do? Wait online, hurry up!"

"I haven't even had the energy to study these days, and my grades have plummeted."

"I can't even bring up my sexual interest. My wife once suspected that I was having an affair."

On the fifth night, Jiang Han finally finished all the cultural relics.

The large pile of materials that Mike sent had disappeared at this time.

Various cultural relics are placed everywhere in the room.

Sculptures and oil paintings can be seen everywhere on the floor, on the sofa, on the coffee table, and on the big round bed.

These oil paintings include almost all the famous European painters.

Those who are more recent, such as Van Gogh, Picasso, and Monet, and those who are more distant, such as Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, and Rembrandt, are all world-renowned artists.

And those sculptures are not simple either.

Such as the "Discus Thrower" and "Athena Idol" in the Greek period, Michelangelo's "David" and "Dying Slave", and the "Broken Arm Venus" by the ancient Greek sculptor Alexandros .

There are hundreds of them, each of which is a top-level cultural relic.

The small room is like a museum.

Jiang Han roughly tidied up the messy room, then walked into the bathroom, lay down in front of the mirror and looked left and right.

"Made, the fate of the social animals is not much better. I have only worked overtime for a few days, and I have all the dark circles under my eyes."

Looking at the bearded man in the mirror, although he was still handsome, the haggardness on his face was obvious.

No, after this incident is over, I have to give myself a long vacation.

After making up his mind, Jiang Han pulled out the towel and walked into the bathroom. The steaming heat began to permeate, accompanied by a brisk melody.

"I love to take a bath and have good skin. Oh oh oh~"

A few minutes later, Jiang Han returned to the room, cleaned out the big round bed, and lay down on it.

A few seconds later, there was a snoring sound.

This was definitely the most comfortable sleep Jiang Han had ever had. When he woke up the next day, he felt refreshed and indescribably comfortable.

After washing, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Shen Ling.

"Where is it, have you had breakfast?"

After disappearing for several days, Shen Ling was very excited when she received Jiang Han's short message.

"You're out of customs? We're eating, do you want to come?"

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

Jiang Han put away his mobile phone and went out. As soon as he came to the restaurant, he saw Shen Ling waving to him not far away, with Qin Chunzhi and Xi Shuliang beside him.

Jiang Han walked towards them, and before he sat down, Qin Chunzhi said, "Jiang Han, the retreat is over? Have you broken through the Nascent Soul Realm?"

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Jiang Han pretended to be fierce and glared at Shen Ling, who immediately stuck out his tongue and lowered his head to drink the porridge.

"Mr. Jiang Han, what are you up to, I haven't seen you for several days."

Seeing Jiang Han's haggardness visible to the naked eye, Xi Shuliang expressed concern.

"It's nothing." Jiang Han pulled out his chair and sat down, picked up a deep-fried dough stick and took a bite.

Well, this hotel is nice, and it even provides Chinese breakfast.

"By the way, Director Qin, I'm going to do a big deal with the British Museum."

The three of them looked at him together.

Qin Chunzhi looked puzzled: "What kind of business can you do with them?"

Jiang Han swallowed the fritters in his mouth: "I said before that I still have many precious cultural relics in my hand. Do you remember this?"

Everyone thought for a while and nodded.

Jiang Han continued: "To be honest, I have sent people to send all these cultural relics, and I plan to exchange them with the British Museum for Long Kingdom cultural relics.

Just like before with Spencer. "

"Are you serious?" Qin Chunzhi was excited after hearing this, and then hesitated: "This is not good, after all, these are all your private collections."

Jiang Han wiped the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, I can't appreciate a bunch of Western cultural relics, so why not exchange them for cultural relics from our Dragon Kingdom."

Qin Chunzhi was suddenly moved, thinking that the country needs young people with high ideological awareness like you.

Jiang Han picked up a small steamed bun, and continued, "As for my loss, just compensate me after returning home."

Qin Chunzhi:
Well, it seems that his consciousness is not as high as imagined.

But why does Jiang Han still have cultural relics in his hand!
The two "Girls of Avignon" and "Sunflower" he took out before were shocking enough. Could it be that this kid has a museum at home?

"Mr. Jiang Han, how many cultural relics do you plan to exchange this time?" Xi Shuliang asked curiously.

"Shen Ling, please swallow the soy milk in your mouth first." Jiang Han turned his head and said.

"What does this have to do with me?" Shen Ling was puzzled.

"I'm afraid you'll spray me all over."

"Mr. Jiang Han, how many pieces are there?" Now even Qin Chunzhi was curious.

Jiang Han stretched out two fingers towards them.

"Twenty pieces?" Qin Chunzhi asked tentatively.

Jiang Han shook his head: "It's two hundred pieces."

"puff!"

Shen Ling didn't hold back, and the soy milk in her mouth shot out like a fountain.

Jiang Han's eyes were sharp and his body was quick, so he dodged sideways.

"Duoduoshao? Two hundred!"

Shen Ling didn't even have time to wipe the soy milk from the corner of her mouth, her small eyes were filled with shock.

Qin Chunzhi felt that he couldn't turn his head around.

Two hundred pieces. Even if the cultural relics in your hand are extremely precious, if you can exchange one for ten, then you need more than 20 pieces.

"Look for two hundred cultural relics from the British Museum, Mr. Jiang Han, are you really joking?" Qin Chunzhi said disbelief all over his face.

"Director Qin, you misunderstood me." Jiang Han shook his head.

Hearing this, Qin Chunzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Let me just say, how is it possible to exchange two hundred cultural relics.

You think cultural relics are Chinese cabbages, grab a handful of them.

Seeing Jiang Han's denial, Shen Ling also calmed down a little, and took a sip of soy milk, trying to suppress her shock.

At this moment, Jiang Han spoke again: "I mean, I want to exchange [-] pieces of top-level cultural relics for [-] pieces of Longguo cultural relics in the British Museum."

"puff!"

Shen Ling just drank the soy milk in her mouth, and then spit it out again.

Jiang Han dodged sideways again, and then glanced at Shen Ling with a dull face.

Good guy, why did you score twice.

Qin Chunzhi and Xi Shuliang's eyes widened, almost popping out.

(End of this chapter)