Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Fan Rong stared blankly at the ceiling, as if a slideshow was playing in her mind, with pictures following one after another.

"Li Ding'an, is this painting valuable?"

"It's okay, maybe a few million."

“Tugrik (Mongolian currency)?”

"How is that possible? Of course it is RMB. If converted into Mongolian currency, it would cost more than 10 to 2 billion."

"Do you want to sell?"

"It's okay to give it as a gift. How about giving it to Uncle Yu?"

"My dad wouldn't want it."

……

"Lu Yuan, how much does this thangka cost?"

“If it goes up for auction, it’s no problem to switch to a three-bedroom apartment within the Fourth Ring Road.”

"That's five to six million, right?"

"almost."

It's like Li Ding'an spent 10,000 yuan and turned around and made 5 million yuan?

This is five million... I don't have food or drink, and I have to work in Mongolia for twenty years, but he just gives it away if he says it will be given away?
Yu Huiyin didn’t want it?
At that time, I thought they might be joking, but now, Fan Rong feels like she is the joke.

Think again about the time in the antique shop: Ah, Happy Buddha, why is the painting so explicit?
He actually likes such things...it feels a bit perverted.

Are you perverted now?

Fan Rong slowly came back to her senses and her eyes gradually focused.

It felt like the man in front of me was glowing...golden light.

Yu Huiyin followed her gaze and muttered: "Is it that pretty?"

Shu Jing nodded awkwardly.

……

Li Ding sat there quietly, looking out the window with empty and deep eyes.

The camera is surrounded by a circle of heads, looking at each other.

"Lao He, what's going on with him!"

"daze!"

"Can I still see that he is in a daze? I'm asking why."

He Anbang was stunned by Lu Benzhi's question and didn't know how to answer.

"I guess this thing has some background, it should be more than just an Indian leather painting!" Ma Xianming held his chin, "He Guan, do you remember, he was like this when he was in Baoding!"

He Anbang was stunned: Dharani quilt?

Do not make jokes……

But if you think about it carefully, Li Ding'an at that time was exactly the same as he is now: stupid and stupid, wandering in the world...

"Hehe..." He Anbang knocked on the table, "Li Ding'an... Li Ding'an?"

Li Ding'an suddenly came back to his senses: "Oh...I'm sorry, I was too absorbed in my thoughts...Dean Hou, thank you, I'm in trouble today..."

Dean Hou waved his hand casually: "No!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Anbang grabbed his phone again, "Wait a minute, what are you doing?"

The question is really strange: "Should I turn off the video?"

I’ve asked for advice on what I should ask for, and I’ve understood what I should understand. Why are you chatting if you don’t turn off the video?

"Don't worry, let's make it clear first, what exactly is that picture?"

"Just Indian leather painting!"

Nonsense, when we are blind: even the old horse can see it...

"You're fine, even if it's a valuable treasure, we can't take it away?"

Of course you can't take it away. The question is how to take it back. The key is what to do after taking it back?
He pondered for a moment: "It's not that I can't say it. You can treat it as my guess, and then help me think about how to deal with this thing."

What do you mean?
On second thought, Li Ding'an put on his gloves and handed the phone to Shu Jinghao: "You take the photo, height 40, triple focus..."

"Huiyin, you light it with a brightness of 800 lumens and use ring-shaped lamp beads..."

Fan Rong stood aside timidly: "Teacher Li, I can also help..."

"That's okay..." Li Ding'an thought for a moment, "Then please help Fan translate the shooting, Shu Jing, please help me check the information..."

"Teacher Li, just call me Xiao Fan..."

"it is good!"

Wang Yongqian also stood up: "What should I do?"

"You are the leader, just sit down."

fart!
That was not the time, it was his turn to help. When had Li Ding'an ever been polite?

Nothing happened, Wang Yongqian stood nearby, wanting to see what Li Ding'an was doing.

The people on the opposite side of the video gradually became solemn: Look at this situation, something is wrong?
Just when he was in Baoding: If he didn't remove the Dharani sutra quilt worth tens or even billions with just a pair of scissors, who would have seen him wearing gloves?

In doubt, Li Ding'an unfolded the entire scroll and pressed the corners with a flat ruler:
"When I first bought it, I thought it was just an ancient Indian leather painting from around the seventh century. But after I came out of the antique store, the more I thought about it, the more wrong I became: the content of this painting was too inconsistent and completely inconsistent with Hinduism and Buddhism. The teachings run counter to that.

Then I wondered if it might be something from the Bon religion in the ancient Xiangxiong period. After all, the Bon religion teachings are more cruel, and human sacrifices are often used, and human bones are used as utensils.

Secondly, the time is also correct: in 645, Songtsen Gampo killed his brother-in-law, King Li Mixia of Zhangzhong, and Zhangzhong destroyed the country. Then the Indian Buddhism that the Tibetan people believed in merged with the Shangshung Bon religion to form Tibetan Buddhism unique to XZ... Calculating the time, it happened to be in the middle of the seventh century.

Third, the writing can also be matched: the early Shang Hung script and the ancient Indian Sanskrit are the same siblings: the letters are the same, the pronunciation is the same, and the meaning is the same, but the writing is slightly different...

Especially between the 4th and 7th centuries, there was no difference at all between the two kinds of writing: "you" in "you" and "me" in "you"... So I asked Dean Hou to figure out whether this was a religious painting from the ancient country of Xiangxiong... …”

Dean Hou looked stunned: He really has not been connected with the ancient country of Xiangxiong.

"Li Ding'an, I haven't studied anything about the ancient Xiangxiong country, and I really don't understand much..."

"It doesn't matter. At least now we can be sure that this painting is from ancient India in the seventh century, so I have some new speculations..."

Li Ding'an paused for a moment and then said in a more solemn tone: "Let me tell you first, it's just a random guess. Let me just say it for now. Just listen to it and don't take it seriously...especially Director Wang!"

Everyone looked at each other: No... we have eyes and brains, so we need you to emphasize over and over again?

Wang Yongqian's heart skipped a beat: It's over... Could it be that this kid has made a big deal?

Otherwise, why are you staring at me, as if you won't say anything if I don't agree?
He nodded helplessly.

"Okay, I've seen it all... If this thing won't be able to return to the country by then, don't rely on me..."

Back home?

Everyone was shocked.

Li Ding'an clapped his palms again: "Xiao Shu, show the leaders something interesting... Yes, just the folder on the desktop marked "Collection of Wonderful News"..."

Shu Jinghao quickly clicked on it, and Li Ding'an moved the computer under the mobile phone again, "See, just this sentence: According to research, the ancient Indian "Collection of Wonderful News" may come from "Xiangxiong Tripitaka·Ganyur· "Continuation·Wu Ming Xue·Medicine"..."

Professor Hou was suddenly startled and jumped forward again, his eyes eager to fixate on his cell phone.

I looked at it for a long time: "Li Ding'an, is this skin picture from the "Collection of Wonderful Wen" from the seventh century?"

"It's hard to say, I'm just guessing!"

That's what I say, but the answer is yes, otherwise why would I need to go to such trouble?
"It's hard to say?" Dean Hou couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Li Ding'an, can you have a little sense of trust: I am also your teacher after all?"

"Dean Hou, don't get me wrong. The key is that this thing has to do with "Collection of Wonderful News". If not, I might have to go to jail here..."

Dean Hou suddenly understood: It's not that he doesn't trust him, but that Li Ding'an is abroad now and there are certain things he shouldn't say nonsense.

Ma Xianming was startled and fluttered his eyes: "Li Dingan, what is "Collection of Wonderful Stories"?"

"The earliest medical treatise in India is said to have been written in the fifth century, or even earlier, but the earliest surviving version is already in the mid-tenth century... This book is the greatest medical work in the history of India, and its wonderful news is also regarded as Indian The founder of medicine... If you have to substitute, please refer to Zhang Zhongjing of our country..."

"Indian medical saint?"

Ma Xianming's eyes widened, "Then whose sentence is this... Just this sentence, "Collection of Wonderful News" comes from the Tripitaka?"

"There has been a saying like this in academic circles for a long time. I don't know who said it, but it wasn't me anyway!"

"Who asked you this? I asked about 'according to research'!"

Legends don't matter, anyone can say it, but without any basis, who dares to say "based on research"?
"Maybe" doesn't work...

"Oh, Academician!"

"Are you talking nonsense?"

"To be honest, you don't even believe it?"

Li Ding'an scrolled the mouse, and a name appeared at the bottom: Lia**.

Ma Xianming glanced twice and didn't dare to say anything anymore: Director of the Institute of History of Natural Sciences, Chinese Academy of Sciences.

No wonder Dean Hou was so excited: If this is the "Collection of Wonderful Information", it is confirmed that it is indeed related to the "Tibetan Sutra"... Haha: Indian medicine originated from China...

But shouldn’t it?
Ma Xianming pointed to the computer: "Seeing this, why don't you jump up over there?"

"It has been said for a long time that they have jumped so many times that they can't even count them. But every time they jump, they are slapped, so they have long since laid down: no matter you Why don't you tell me, bring me the evidence, or else I'll admit it, but don't worry, I'll show you something more interesting..."

Li Ding'an clicked the mouse a few more times, and a press release appeared on the computer screen.

"Why is it in Japanese?"

"Michio Yano's (famous Asian historian) lecture report at Kyoto University is of course in Japanese. Let me translate a section of it for you: "The Biographies of Famous Monks" (written in the Nanliang Dynasty, the earliest biography of Buddhist monks in China) Historical books, which have been lost in China and have copies in Japan) contain:
When the Chinese Han Dynasty presented its emperor, the Indian monk Jia Luo mentioned that China was a missionary and brought a large number of Chinese treatises when he returned to India, involving Buddhism, philosophy, literature, art, astrology, medicine, science, politics, military, etc...

After that, India created six seasons, thirteen months, and twenty-seven constellations based on the "Gan Shi Xing Jing" (Warring States Period) and "Tianguan Shu" (Sima Qian)... and based on the "Qing Nang Shu", created the "Collection of Wonderful News"... …”

"Wait a minute, which "Qing Nang Book"?"

"Could it be the one where I learned about Feng Shui? Of course it was the one that Hua Tuo wanted the jailer to take out before he died, but the jailer didn't dare to take it away. He was so angry that he threw it into the furnace, causing it to be lost..."

Two fingers were stretched out on the computer screen: "Are you talking nonsense?"

"I didn't say that? If you have the ability, why don't you go find Michio Yano?"

Looking for something?
He is an academician of the International Academy of History of Science...

"Where are the relevant documents?"

"It's said to be a lecture, but where are the documents?"

"Can the Indians admit it?"

"Do you think they will admit it if there are documents and sources?" Li Ding'an sneered: "Are you dreaming?"

Ma Xianming was choked and speechless.

Let’s not talk about the Qingnang Book, but let’s talk about astronomy and calendars: “Kaiyuan Zhanjing” (Tang Dynasty) clearly records that Tianzhu’s “Jiuzhi Li” of the same period came from the “Tianguan Book”. Do people admit it?

He Anbang gasped: "That's still useless?"

"Don't worry, let's look at the pictures."

Li Ding'an moved the computer and picked up the magnifying glass, "Look, what are these images?"

Everyone opened their eyes wide:

The first picture: A man is lying on the bed, naked, and another man is holding a knife.

The second picture: The knife cut open the stomach and dug out a fist-sized piece... The man on the bed was motionless, as if he was dead.

No matter how you looked at it before, it looked like some internal organs had been dug out, but now combined with Hua Tuo's "Qing Nang Shu"...

"Is this an operation?"

"Yes, let me translate it for you..." Li Ding'an pointed to the Sanskrit text next to the picture, "There is a lump in the stomach. Herbal medicine doesn't work, so we can only cut it off... Anesthetize first, wait for the patient to fall asleep, and cut open the stomach. Fall off the lump…”

He Anbang frowned: Why is this sentence so familiar?

While he was reminiscing, Li Ding'an said "ha" again: "Let me recite an ancient passage for you: If the disease knot is accumulated and cannot be reached by acupuncture and medicine, and it is necessary to cut it, drink the numbing powder and feel drunk in a moment. Death without knowledge is due to destruction.”

Everyone leaned back: What the hell is this... "Book of the Later Han", "Biography of Hua Tuo"?
Before they could react, Li Ding'an asked Fan Rong to move the phone again: "Look at these pictures again..."

It’s similar to the previous one, but the one hiding on the bed is a woman: her stomach has been cut open, blood is flowing all over the floor, and the internal organs are taken out again: this time it’s clearer: what’s in her hand is intestines…

"I won't translate it this time. It's roughly the process of right hemicolectomy. I'll give you the ancient text: If the disease is in the intestines, wash it before the intestine is cut off, sew the abdomen and rub it with ointment. It will last for four to five days, and there will be no pain. People Don’t stop yourself, you will be healed in a month..."

Several people looked at each other: It was still "Book of the Later Han Dynasty" and "Biography of Hua Tuo".

It is also found in "Three Kingdoms·Hua Tuo Biography".

"Look at these pictures again, it's still a laparotomy and spleen surgery...This time it's not "Book of the Later Han" and "Three Kingdoms", but Pei Songzhi (historian of the Southern and Northern Dynasties) "Annotations to the Three Kingdoms: A Biography of Hua Tuo": Half-cut pain in the sick abdomen , in more than ten days, the temples and eyebrows have deteriorated. Tuo said: The spleen is half rotten, and it can be cured by removing the abdomen.

He was given medicine to make him lie down, and his abdomen was broken, and his spleen and fruit were half rotten. Cut it with a knife, scrape off the bad flesh, apply ointment to the sore, drink it with medicine, and it will recover in a hundred days... Don't think it's too fantasy when you hear about cutting the spleen: the spleen is not cut, but the outer membrane of the spleen is inflamed, and part of the spleen membrane is removed. …”

"Looking further down, it's another laparotomy, this time a hernia. It's also found in historical materials, "Book of Wei·Fang Ji Zhuan" (written in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, one of the Twenty-Four Histories): Some scholar-bureaucrats were unhappy. Tuo Yun: You are seriously ill. , should break open the abdomen to take it... Tuo then took action, looking for trouble..."

"Look again, this time it was an eye tumor... There are still records in historical materials: "Song Shu" (a book written in the Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty, one of the Twenty-Four Histories): King Jing (Sima Shi, Emperor Jing of Jin Dynasty) had eye disease when he was a baby, and King Xuan (Sima Yi) ordered Hua Tuo to treat it, remove the pupils of the eyes, cut out the disease and take the medicine..."

Li Ding'an took his time and pointed at the pictures one by one. He first explained the operation process recorded in Sanskrit, and then compared it with the historical books to make it clear and unmistakable.

With each story, everyone's heart beat, their eyes became brighter and brighter, and their heads became more and more crowded, making them want to get through the camera.

Especially Dean Hou, who kept breathing heavily and his face glowed red.

Without it, because he studies the history of the Han and Tang Dynasties and the influence of Han and Tang culture on Asian countries, this picture is a priceless treasure among priceless treasures in his opinion. But then, he sighed sadly: "If it's just these... it may not be enough!"

The others were stunned, and then sighed: "The Kaiyuan Divination Sutra" makes it so clear, but even India refuses to admit it, let alone just guessing?
So, it’s really not enough…

But then I thought about it: It’s pretty good.

At least it can be proven that this is absolutely the same as the "Samurai" and is three hundred years earlier than the earliest version of the "Samurai" existing in Nepal.

More importantly, there are pictures?
What if this thing was placed in India?

To use an analogy: a foreign article suddenly appeared in the "Acupuncture Chapter" of Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" copied during the Tang Dynasty. The strength and depth of it are clearly explained, and there are even detailed pictures... What is this concept?
The national treasure among national treasures... No matter how much it costs, you have to get it back even if your head is smashed.

So if you think about it from his perspective, if you sell it to the third brother, even if the discount is as high as your ankles, it will still cost over a billion, right?

But on the other hand, if the value of cultural relics can only be reflected in money, for them, it is nothing more than a kind of irony and sadness...

Seeing each one of them listless and weak, Li Ding'an laughed again: "Don't worry, there is more!"

Suddenly, everyone cheered up again.

Lu Benzhi shook his head and laughed: "Ding'an, can you finish it in one sitting?"

if not?
I won’t let you have three ups and downs, and I won’t whet your appetite. What if you get excited and want to develop your style?
Li Ding'an gritted his teeth and smiled: "Okay, I promise to finish it this time!"

He pointed to the very end, next to the anatomy diagram: "There are still patterns here, but the cowhide may have been damp and blurred, but fortunately, the words are still there... Let me translate it for you: Anesthesia Soup: Green Ma Sanleipa, Datura Sanleipa, and Haradu forty hors... The patient takes 30 hors each time...

Let me explain it to you again: Green hemp is Mabo, also called hemp, and it is found in India. Datura is a transliteration of Sanskrit, originally from India, and Haradu is the flowering Aconitum, also originating in India... Three Leipa is equivalent to more than four taels today, one pound in the Han and Wei Dynasties, and more than forty Heyue is equal to three qian, and thirty yuan is equal to two qian or more...

Then, I will recite an ancient text for you: "Wu Pu's Materia Medica" (written by Wu Pu, a disciple of Hua Tuo): Qingye (hemp root), one pound of Datura, Aconitum (aconitum), Sanqi (Angelica sinensis), Three qian each of fragrant angelica (Dahurian angelica), Xiongqiong (Chuanxiong rhizome), and tiger palm (fried Nanxing)... Take two qian each, mixed with warm wine, and you will be drunk to death in a moment. "

Ma Bo... Ma Bo... Datura... Well, Ma Bo... Ma Bo?
After muttering a few words, He Anbang stepped forward and said, "Is this Ma Fei Powder?"

Others looked at each other in confusion: Wu Pu is Hua Tuo's disciple, so what is this if it's not Ma Fei Powder?
Sanskrit version of Ma Fei San... Isn't this the ironclad proof that "Miao Wen Lu" comes from "Qing Nang Shu"?

"It doesn't matter what you say!" Li Ding'an said in a leisurely tone, "If I were in India, I would say: We only used green hemp, datura, and halo poison. The other medicinal materials are useless, why are they the same as Are you related?"

He Anbang was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother: "He used a bird... The latter ones he wants to use must be produced in India?"

After a pause, he rolled his eyes again: "You bring the things back first. If he dares not to admit it, will I slap it on his face?"

"Haha, your abacus is enough to make me blush..." Li Ding'an sneered, "But there is still more!"

"Can you please be happy?"

"Okay, no one can interrupt now. I will scold anyone who interrupts..."

He Anbang was choked up: He was the one who talked the most.

"Okay...you tell me, you tell me!"

"It doesn't matter if Third Brother doesn't admit it, as long as we admit it: Most of the "Medical Sutra" of "Zhangzhong Tripitaka" has been lost, but the surgical part is still left, including intestinal carbuncle surgery, abdominal cyst surgery, eye tumor surgery and hernia surgery "What's more important is that there are only three types of anesthetic formulas used before surgery: mandrake, datura, and aconitum!"

"What do you mean?"

"Use your brain: There are seven or eight kinds of medicines in the formula of Ma Fei Powder, but there are only three kinds in the "Medical Sutra", which are exactly the same as those recorded in India's "Collection of Wonderful Wen"... Xiangxiong Kingdom is so close to them, and it has not yet been written down. He was hundreds of years ahead of them, how could he quibble?"

Ma Xianming's eyes widened: He went around and back again?
It means getting along with India, right?

Everyone had similar thoughts, and they felt like their minds were buzzing: "Collection of Wonderful Information" comes from the "Tripitaka"...

Immediately, there was a "boom" and everyone was excited.

He Anbang punched the table: "Li Ding'an, buy a ticket and bring your things back... Go back to China now!"

"Aren't you looking for ruins anymore?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm looking for it!"

But even if I find it, I still have to send this thing back to the country.

There are many reasons, let me just mention one: In 2013, the "Exploration of the Origin of the Ancient Zhangzhung Civilization" and "Chinese Translation of the Zhangzhug Tripitaka" projects were officially launched, led by the Social Development Research Center of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, in conjunction with the Shuzhu Temple in Qamdo and Tsinghua University. Research.

It is a key topic of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences and a key project of the National Social Science Fund, and it is an annual one. Until now, it has been studied for a full ten years.

You have to ask why you attach so much importance to it: because the ancient Zhangzhung civilization is the source of thousands of years of snow-covered plateau civilization. Ancient India, ancient Persia, and even ancient Greek civilizations have the shadow of ancient Zhangzhung in their inheritance and even their origins.

Especially ancient India, which has almost the same origin as the Shang Shung civilization. The key is: who originated earlier, and who came from whom?

Based on historical data speculation and archaeological research, the Shang Shung civilization should be earlier, but there is too little evidence, and most of the "Shang Shung Tripitaka" has been lost. Therefore, research and textual research are needed.

Well now: The collection of wonderful stories is divided into volumes, and it is from the seventh century. It is consistent with the records in the Zhangzhong Tripitaka and the inferences of the World Historical Research Organization.

For example: An ancestor stole something from a neighbor's house, and the descendants refused to admit it, but accidentally, evidence left by a certain generation of ancestors suddenly appeared...

Therefore, this leather painting not only represents culture, history, science, and artistic value, but also represents the origin of civilization...

"We still have to find the ruins, and of course, we have to bring the things back first!"

Li Ding'an turned his head and looked at Wang Yongqian, "Director Wang, do you want to take it with you? But first, I'm just making random guesses... If you think it's inappropriate, I can take it back."

Wang Yongqian couldn’t laugh or cry: Am I that pedantic?

He seemed to know why Li Ding'an asked him to come, and he also emphasized: I am just making random guesses, Director Wang, don't take it seriously...

This one is more than just a big guy? So what Li Dingan said is not an exaggeration at all: maybe he will have to eat cornbread in Mongolia for the rest of his life...

After a second thought, he took a deep breath: "What kind of product did you buy it in?"

"Handicrafts of course!"

"how is this possible?"

Li Ding'an didn't say anything, but pointed at the scroll and the two holes for the rope.

Wang Yongqian took a look and didn't know what to say: Acrylic shaft, machine-drilled holes?
It was said that there were Sanskrit words on it, so why was it not bought by anyone but let him pick it up?
These two places look like handicrafts to everyone...

"Are there any relevant purchase procedures?"

"Yes, he also paid the tax. I personally watched him declare it!"

Have you all passed the test?
Moreover, it is a handicraft, and the customs will not care about it at all. You can take it back at any time, or send it by air or rail mail...

"Then you're still looking for me?"

"Nonsense, what if it's intercepted?" Li Ding'an sighed, "It's best to use the name of a public unit, so that even if it is detained, at least the things are still there. If you use a private name and they lose it, what can you do? manage?"

That's right, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected.

"Okay, I understand..."

That's no problem.

Anyway, no matter what name is used, the things must be returned to the country.

Wang Yongqian nodded and prepared to ask Fan Rong, Yu Huiyin and Shu Jing to follow him out. They all stood up, and he remembered what Li Ding'an said before: Help me think about it, how should I deal with this thing?

"By the way, how are you going to deal with it?"

After a pause, Li Ding'an sighed again: "I haven't thought about it yet!"

Everyone became nervous again: What do you mean?
Then, he frowned again: This is indeed a problem.

If a person does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. Does this kind of thing allow Li Ding'an to develop his style?

It's not that nonsense...

He Anbang thought for a while: "You bring the things back first, and I will go back to Beijing to apply for funding: you can decide the price as you like."

Li Ding'an glared: "Old He, what are you talking about? In your heart, I am so unpatriotic?"

"No matter how patriotic you are, you still have to eat. I'm not talking nonsense. Seriously, you can drive as much as you want, over one billion..."

How much, more than a billion?
Suddenly, her mind buzzed, her eyes flashed with stars, and Fan Rong's hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Boom"

"The screen is black, what's going on?"

"It seems like the phone fell."

"Did you hit the leather painting?"

"Nonsense, such a big picture, the table is covered, where else can it be hit?"

Suddenly, He Anbang felt like he was exploding: "Hello Shu Jing, what are you doing for food?"

"Can you see clearly before you scold me?" Li Ding'an sighed helplessly, holding up the phone holder, "What does it have to do with Xiao Shu?"

Shu Jinghao was three meters away, sitting behind the computer with an innocent look on her face.

It wasn't Yu Huiyin either, she was shining with a flashlight.

Fan Rong's lips trembled with fear and she was about to cry.

Li Ding'an waved his hand, meaning to let her not be nervous: "This thing is not so brittle, otherwise it would have broken into pieces!"

"Fart... you are always careless: it is like this when the Dharani is being quilted, it goes down with the scissors... The review is still in my office..."

Li Ding'an was speechless and speechless.

"Forget it, I won't go back to Beijing, I will go to Mongolia... Director Wang, please, this guy is not reliable, please keep an eye on him!"

Wang Yongqian nodded vigorously. He was also shocked just now.

Fortunately, I didn’t even leave a mark...

"Director He, are you sure that's not the case?"

"Nonsense... Well, wait a minute: How much money are you going to ask for? Let me tell you what the director and secretary have to say first."

"I told you to stop talking nonsense. Is this a money issue? Let's understand: what I said is difficult to deal with, because this thing is not our turn to study at all..."

Li Ding'an sighed helplessly, "You think the Academy of Social Sciences is dead, right?"

The car in front will clear the road, but the car behind will not stick to the mud: With the Optical Porcelain Project of the Science and Technology Innovation Bureau in front, Li Ding'an has never worried about whether he will be treated badly.

Take a step back: If it was really about money, he wouldn't explain the nature of this thing so clearly in front of so many people.

He struggled with the ownership of his research...

He Anbang was stunned for a moment.

He was so excited that he never thought of this: "Exploring the Origin of the Ancient Shang Shung Civilization" and "Chinese Translation of the Shang Shung Tripitaka" are both key projects of the National Social Science Fund and serious national projects. It has been studied for ten years, how could it be possible to launch another research project of the same type?

It doesn’t matter what cultural relics you have, or what unit you have, just bring them to you...

So, Bai is excited?

maybe……

He Anbang took a deep breath: "We'll talk about the rest later. Let's get the things to the National Museum first, and wait until they come to ask for them..."

"Wait a minute, let's talk about it first: what if, I mean what if, they want to take people over too?"

People, what people?

Who wants it?

Suddenly, everyone froze again: Li Ding'an, Academy of Social Sciences?

Good guy... Teacher Li, how old are you?

But then I changed my mind: Don’t say it, really don’t say it, is it really possible?
No... the possibility is very high, very, very high...

For example, the Science and Technology Innovation Bureau of the Supervision Committee said at the beginning that it would only allow Li Ding'an to help and participate in research. But gradually, I wanted to get rid of it completely.

If the curator and secretary hadn't woken up quickly, they would have run away...

He Anbang was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother: I just fucked you up?

Why am I like Monkey Sun, the white-bone demon who can't be beaten all the time?
First it was Baoli, then the Ministry of Public Security, and then the Science and Technology Innovation Bureau... Before these three gourds were pressed down, another gourd popped out. Was it the big one?
To say it’s impossible…haha!
In the blink of an eye, in just two or three hours, he had studied this thing in detail: age, origin, source, content, value, representative significance... It is no exaggeration to give the ancient Zhangxiong project Team, are they that fast?
Besides, Li Ding'an is not an unknown person. Mongolian porcelain, Guang porcelain, Feng Shui ruins, and the Fengzhou case are not on the desks of ministerial leaders.

You need to be capable, you need to have qualifications, you need to be famous...

The more He Anbang thought about it, the more worried he became: "Wait until I get there, and don't run around!"

"This is a foreign country, where can I run?"

Lao He said nothing: he was afraid that Li Ding'an would go directly to the Academy of Social Sciences with the leather paintings.

That's the Academy of Social Sciences...

For example, if the person doing research is a believer, then the place is a temple!

"I'll be there tomorrow!"

After a few more words, Li Dingan sighed and hung up the video.

Lao He is really hopeless...

He rolled up the painting again, put it in a box, and handed it to Wang Yongqian.

Wang Yongqian took it carefully and looked at the three girls: "Xiao Fan, let me talk to you."

Suddenly, Fan Rong trembled and turned pale: "Wang...Director Wang, I...I just...didn't mean it!"

One billion, she can't afford to pay it back in ten lifetimes...

He looked really frightened.

Li Ding'an shook his head: "Why are you nervous? It's just a normal process: you didn't study in a workplace before going abroad?"

"Ah...what are you studying?"

"Of course it's to study the regulations. Huiyin and Xiaoshu will also go, and I..."

Fan Rong was stunned and cried with joy... (End of chapter)