Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

The sky is blue, the sun is like fire, and the sea of ​​sand is shining with golden light.

The wind seemed to have been roasted by fire, dry and hot, and the leaves were soft and wilting on the branches.

Between the sea of ​​sand, the silver-gray cabins are like castles, surrounding the ancient city.

Compared with years ago, the conditions are much better. Two rows of offices have been expanded, and each room is equipped with air conditioning.

It is still being built in the future, and we strive to allow researchers to live in air-conditioned rooms before the freeze at the end of October...

Sparsely, in twos and threes, there were seven or eight people standing under the shade of the wall.

He Anbang wiped his sweat and looked at his watch again: "Left Bureau, how long will the leaders wait?"

"We arrived at Huerchagan (Lake) half an hour ago, we should be here soon!"

"Are many coming?"

"From the district to the city and various departments, there are probably twenty-five or six."

“The leaders take it very seriously!”

Zuo Peng smiled reservedly: "That's right!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Benzhi pointed south: "Here he comes!"

He Anbang put up an awning with his hands and squinted his eyes: a kilometer or two away, a police car opened the road, followed by seven or eight cars lined up and speeding towards him.

Then he got off the road.

At the beginning of spring, Xilin specially built a concrete road from the national highway directly to the ancient city, so in the blink of an eye, the convoy was in front of us.

"Lu Yuan, let's go!"

"it is good!"

He Anbang and Lu Benzhi stood side by side, followed closely by Ma Xianming and Cheng Ming, and Zuo Peng, Director Xiao, and two colleagues followed at the back.

The city leader was faster and got out of the car first to introduce both parties.

"This is Secretary Fang, this is the Party Chairman...this is Director He, this is Dean Lu..."

good guy?
They only said that district leaders would come, but didn’t expect all the first and second leaders to come?

He Anbang was secretly surprised and shook hands one by one. The leaders were very polite and kept talking about the hard work.

After a few words, he entered the reception room again.

It was all prepared in advance, with the lights on in the conference room and the big screen on. After the leaders took their seats, Ma Xianming came on stage and spoke eloquently:

"As of this week, we have excavated 22 first-class cultural relics, 56 second-class cultural relics, and 213 second-class cultural relics in and outside the ancient city... The cultural relics date from the Tang Dynasty to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. Then to the Song, Liao, Jin, and even the Yuan Dynasty..."

One hundred and twenty-four palace buildings of the Tang Dynasty were excavated, including outer city, corner city, urn city, altar, ancestral hall, imperial palace, political palace, harem, army and horse yamen, official residences, barracks, residential buildings...Discover the Feng Shui of the Yuan Dynasty Twelve similar buildings..."

“One hundred and eighty-two research projects on archaeological stones related to cultural relics and architecture have been applied for, covering history, culture, art, science, religion, folklore...54 projects investigating geographical evolution, geological activities, climate change, etc., and have been Apply to the cultural tourism, geography, climate and other departments for project approval..."

Every time Ma Xianming talked about something, the smiles on the faces of the leaders would get a little bit more, and when he talked about another thing, there would be a little more smiles.

The ones in the front were okay, but there were a few in the back, who should be the leaders responsible for the cultural and tourism entrance, and they were already a little too happy to lose face.

I couldn't help but be unhappy: when my superiors took a look, they saw so many cultural relics, so many ruins, so many researchable topics... So what are you waiting for?
Site protection project, grant.

Cultural tourism development projects are also approved.

Relevant policies and financial subsidies must of course be approved.

This is all money, and lots and lots of money...

It's no exaggeration. The leader in charge of culture and tourism bared his teeth without smiling. He was already quite reserved.

When Ma Xianming finished his report, all the leaders stood up and applauded like thunder.

Then, the leader came on stage: "Thank you to the Ministry of Culture and Tourism and all leaders for their strong support, thank you to the National Museum, thank you to the Forbidden City, and thank you to Director He, Dean Lu, Director Ma, Director Cheng, and everyone who still sticks to their posts. Librarian, researcher teacher..."

After a pause, the leader's expression became more solemn: "Thank you too, Teacher Li... He Guan, please say to Teacher Li on my behalf: Thank you!"

I really have to thank you, and the one I should thank the most is Li Ding'an.

If it weren't for his perseverance day and night, where would there be Qinglong Mountain and the ancient city of Hunshan?
If these two projects are done well, the whole autonomous region will definitely have a good year this year, and even get better year by year, and keep getting better...

"Secretary Fang, don't worry!" He Anbang smiled reservedly, "I will definitely bring your words to you!"

"it is good!"

The secretary smiled and nodded, and then the chairman came on stage. Just after adjusting the microphone, there was a "bang", and the door of the conference room was pushed open forcefully.

Everyone was stunned for a moment and turned their heads instinctively: Yao Chuan was still wearing protective clothing, and he didn't even have time to take off his shoe covers. He was panting and sweating.

He Anbang's heart skipped a beat: Something happened?
Yao Chuan knew that the district leaders were in a meeting. If there weren't urgent matters, he wouldn't have rushed in regardless.

He Anbang was the fastest. He stood up immediately and said, "There was an accident in the cabin?"

"Not in the cabin!"

That's good!
He almost thought that the archaeological cabin had collapsed.

"It's Teacher Li!"

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, He Anbang's heart started to rise again: "What's wrong with Li Ding'an?"

"I encountered a bear in the mountains, and Teacher Li was seriously injured... Shu Jing was easy to talk about... She said that Teacher Li lost too much blood and passed out..."

Damn it, sir... If the archaeological cabin collapses, what's the point?

Was it coma, or was it shock? Whether he could survive or not was still a question.

What does Wang Yongqian do for food?
In an instant, his eyes were filled with blood, and He Anbang wanted to turn the table over.

"What about people?"

"On the way to the hospital..."

Not caring about the meeting or reporting, He Anbang ran out like crazy. He almost reached the door before he realized: "Secretary Fang, Chairman of the Party, I'm so sorry..."

"Director He, we understand!" The leader nodded solemnly, "The meeting can be held at any time. You first ask about Teacher Li's situation..."

"Okay, thank you, leader!"

Before he finished speaking, He Anbang had already rushed out of the conference room.

Lu Benzhi also stood up, said sorry to the leader, and hurriedly chased after him.

Then Ma Xianming, then Cheng Ming...

The people below looked at each other.

It feels like these...especially Director He, are like something happened to a close relative?
Secretary Fang sighed: Because they cannot understand the importance of Li Ding'an to the National Museum.

It's like a table that suddenly broke a leg...

"Old Chen, Old Wu, you should also go and take a look... Teacher Li is in Mongolia now, there should be somewhere we can help!"

"Okay secretary!"

The two secretaries-general stood up. Before they could reach the door, there was a faint roar from outside: "How the hell did you answer the phone... Why didn't you call me?"

"He Guan, I just want to wait until you finish the meeting with the leader..."

He Anbang kicked him: "Fuck you..."

The two looked at each other and sighed: Wait a moment!

……

Today is Monday, a regular meeting in the morning.

As a result, it opened to a little over a little.

There is no way, there are too many problems in various provincial departments, too much information needs to be audited and verified, and there are more matters that need to be communicated with the provincial party committee and the provincial government.

The meeting adjourned at nearly two o'clock, and the first and second leaders personally invited Deputy Lin and Director Cheng to have a light meal.

If it were before, Lin Zhiyuan and Cheng Jie would definitely not go, but the inspection is almost over, the issues that need to be reviewed have been reviewed, and what needs to be implemented has been put in place. If appropriate, they still need to communicate with the local government.

Inspection is not the purpose, the problem must be solved in the end...

The two of them went to the banquet happily. The environment was very good and the dishes were good, all with local characteristics.

The leaders were all in high spirits, and Lin Zhiyuan, who rarely drank, had a few drinks.

In the middle of the drunkenness, Liu Lu (Lin Zhiyuan's secretary) hurried in with his cell phone in hand and said a few words in Lin Zhiyuan's ear.

Lin Zhiyuan's expression suddenly changed, his hand shook uncontrollably, and he spilled a few drops of wine.

"When did it happen?"

"About half an hour ago."

"What about people?"

"Sent to the hospital!"

"Pick me up Wang Yongqian..."

Immediately, he turned his head again: "Several leaders, I'm sorry, something unexpected happened, I'll make a call first!"

Several leaders nodded hurriedly: Lin Zhiyuan is famous for his calmness and stability. But just now, my hand couldn't help shaking, and the wine spilled out...

Cheng Jie sat opposite, his face full of astonishment: "Secretary, what's wrong?"

"Something happened to Li Ding'an!" Lin Zhiyuan's brows knitted together, "Shock due to blood loss!"

"Bang..." I just picked up a piece of spareribs and dropped it on the plate. A few oil stars splashed and landed on the white shirt.

"Leaders, I'm sorry!"

Chengjie suddenly stood up and chased after him.

Then, Cheng Jie's roar came from outside the door: "Wang Yongqian, what do you do for food?"

The leaders at the table looked at each other.

The officialdom has been full of ups and downs, honor and disgrace for half a lifetime, and I can't sit here without a city.

Which one of you here is not shocked when a mountain collapses before your eyes, and is not afraid when the ground sinks beneath your feet?
If you are shocked, it can only mean: something big happened...

"Wang Yongqian, he seems to be a director of the Ministry of Culture and Tourism, right?"

"Yes, in the Heritage Department, I became the director's right-hand man!"

"Where's Li Ding'an?"

"Have not heard!"

……

The sun is scorching the earth, the heat wave is misty, and the asphalt road gradually softens, leaving a footprint every time you step on it.

Next to the road is a building with a plaque hanging at the door: China Ordnance and Equipment Research Institute.

Researchers in military uniforms came and went.

The conference room is on the third floor. The air conditioner is fully turned on, and the cool breeze is blowing, which is indescribably comfortable.

The lights were a little dim, but the big screen was very bright. The designer with the title of colonel pointed at the picture and said in a calm voice:
"Dear leaders, please take a look. This is our latest development of special armored bulletproof ceramics, model TC3... The main ingredients are boron carbide and alumina, with a thickness of 180mm, a density of 3.2 (g/cm), a hardness of 1100 (Hv5), and a curvature of 400... …

Taking the main battle tanks currently equipped by the US military, the M829 series of tail-stabilized sabot armor-piercing projectiles as target bombs, the anti-armor coefficient of TC3 is 2.5-3.0, and the anti-armor penetration coefficient is 4.5-5.0... In the impact stage, the energy absorption coefficient is *****, and the energy absorption coefficient of the erosion step is *****." Yu Sicheng listened very carefully, and would flip through the information in his hands from time to time, but it was not the TC3 that the colonel was explaining now, but Something marked with a cryptographic identifier.

The writing is vague and vague, but if you are an expert, you will know at a glance that this material lists various data on main battle tanks currently in service in Britain, France, Germany and other countries.

The more he looked, the tighter Yu Sicheng's brows became.

It wasn't until the colonel finished speaking that he straightened up and pointed at the information: "Where did it come from?"

Guo Bin said nothing, blinked twice, and his meaning was very clear: What do you think?

Those two companies in the north are about to blow their brains out. In addition to the old and American, what kind of equipment is currently in service from Britain, Germany and France, especially the army equipment?

Yu Sicheng understood it instantly.

"On top of this... just this..." He pointed to the data on tank armor: "Are the armor materials of these companies the same as ours?"

"Yes, they are all special ceramics."

"What about data comparison?"

"There is still a bit of a gap!" Guo Bin shook his head, "This is still Britain, France and Germany. Compared with the United States, the gap is even greater."

There is really no way to do this, after all, it started decades later than others.

Yu Sicheng nodded and tried to recall: "I remember that there was similar data in the case files sent by the relevant departments last time. How much is that?"

It’s great that you, a layman, can understand it, but you can still remember it?

Guo Bin looked surprised, paused for a moment, and then sighed: "Stronger than Japan, lower than the United States, and basically on par with Britain and Germany!"

How can it be?

This time it was Yu Sicheng's turn to be surprised.

The so-called relevant departments refer to overseas departments. Those case files basically contain relevant data about Lin Ziliangguang's porcelain materials.

There are fairings (fighters), optical dielectric porcelain (infrared guidance), and ceramic armor in the base.

Because it was related to Li Ding'an, Yu Sicheng took it particularly seriously. But he didn't expect that Lin Ziliang's optical porcelain technology research level would be so high?
"We guess that he should have received technical support, but it is more likely that it is the result of his own research... Don't doubt that for geniuses, hand-made missiles are not all myths, let alone ceramics?"

Yu Sicheng was speechless: In the 1950s and 1960s, in the Gobi Desert of the Northwest, our predecessors really did half of the rubbing by hand...

After a pause, he sighed again: "What if I let Li Ding'an study it?"

Guo Bin said "ha": "Lin Ziliang is nothing!"

Yu Sicheng was silent again.

The two have a very good relationship and are familiar with each other, so Guo Bin's words are very watery. The purpose is just to get Li Ding'an to the Science and Technology Innovation Bureau as soon as possible.

But because of his familiarity, he knew very well how eager Guo Bin was and how much he valued Li Ding'an.

Look at his perfunctory attitude at this time: Let Li Ding'an do the research, and the results will definitely be better than the TC3 on the screen... That's definitely what he means!
"Lao Guo, are you exaggerating?"

"exaggerate?"

Guo Bin twitched his lips: How long did it take Lin Ziliang to develop optical porcelain with infrared medium properties?

At least ten years.

How long did it take for Li Ding'an to push back?
Less than a month...

Therefore, as long as there are enough samples and as long as Li Ding'an uses a little care, Lin Ziliang's skills can be easily pierced through a piece of paper.

If you have more patience, it will only be a matter of time before Li Ding'an surpasses Lin Ziliang.

It's okay if you don't lure such a talent over quickly, why don't you let him wander around, even abroad?

Just as he was about to explain and persuade Yu Sicheng, his cell phone buzzed twice.

This is a private mobile phone. Not many people know about it. Yu Sicheng took a look: Huiyin?

After thinking about it, he gestured to the leaders of the group and the research institute, then stood up and answered his cell phone while walking out: "Nanny!"

"Dad...Li Ding'an...wuwu...Li Ding'an...bled a lot of blood..."

"Boom..."

With his heart beating hard, Yu Sicheng suddenly froze: "Huiyin, what's wrong with Li Ding'an?"

"We encountered a bear... He bled a lot... He couldn't wake up no matter how hard he screamed..."

"coax……"

Yu Sicheng felt as if his head was exploding with a "buzzing" sound.

Guo Bin stood up suddenly.

Yu Huiyin's crying was so loud that it was almost heartbreaking, and it was difficult for him not to hear it.

Yu Sicheng took a deep breath: "Huiyin, don't be anxious, speak slowly!"

"We encountered two bears and were blocked in the cave... The big bear pressed down on Li Ding'an and bit him for a long time..."

"Where's the bear?"

"Dead...dead...Li Ding'an killed...wuwu..."

Guo Bin's face turned pale: It's over...

Just bears, or two?

"Don't cry, I'll contact the embassy right away... Have you contacted his parents?"

"Uncle Li didn't answer...Aunt Pei...I don't dare..."

"Okay, I understand... don't worry, I'll contact you..."

Yu Sicheng calmed down, took a deep breath, and pulled out a number: "Minister Lan, I am Yu Sicheng..."

……

The air conditioner buzzed, and the living room was extremely cold.

Chen Jingshu was wearing a nightgown, lying lazily on the sofa, holding a book in her hand, reading with gusto.

With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open. Quanying put down her umbrella and changed her shoes.

Chen Jingshu looked at her watch and was very surprised: "Ah, Dean Quan, is it so early today?"

"Humph!"

Quanying glared at her and then looked at the book in her hand: "Love You for Three Lives."

You can guess it without reading the content. It must be the kind of sweet and heart-wrenching romance novel.

She thought for a while, walked over, sat next to Chen Jingshu, and sighed again: "Xiaojing, has it been a year?"

"Ah?" Chen Jingshu raised her head blankly, "What year has it been?"

"I mean, you've been dating your partner for more than a year, and I don't even know how old he is, how tall he is, what he does, what he looks like, or even whether he's a boy or a girl?"

Chen Jingshu laughed loudly: "Mom, how could it be a woman?"

"Is that very old or ugly?"

How can it be?

Don’t be too young, don’t be too handsome…

Chen Jingshu thought for a moment and hugged Quan Ying's arm: "Mom, if I really find someone who is old, ugly, and extremely poor, do you agree?"

Quan Ying was startled: "Is he really old and ugly?"

No wonder you haven't dared to see him for so long?

"I mean what if!"

What else can I do?
When she thought of Chen Jingshu in the past, her heart ached.

She thought for a long time and gritted her teeth: "I'll see you first!"

Everyone is willing to meet, which means that they have already agreed to half of it...

"Thank you mom!"

Chen Jingshu hugged her neck and kissed her, then rolled her eyes, "What if his family doesn't agree?"

If your family doesn’t agree, then you have children?

Then what do you want: for him to be old, for him to be ugly, for him to be poor? Or maybe you think your life is too comfortable and you want to deliberately find some excitement and rush to become a stepmother?
And it is very likely that the age of her son and daughter will be about the same age as her...

Chen Jingshu, is there something wrong with your brain?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Quan Ying's mouth was almost twisted with anger. When the harsh words came to her lips, she swallowed them down.

Calm down... I am calm...

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Who disagrees, his son or his daughter?"

"His wife...oh no, it should be his girlfriend."

what's that?
Not to mention old, ugly and poor, but also have a wife?

Everyone in England was shocked, and their palms stood up immediately.

Chen Jingshu didn't even have time to put on her shoes. She jumped onto the sofa like flying and ran a long way away. She was still laughing and joking: "Mom, what I said is true!"

Really?
I'll beat you even if it's fake...

Quanying lowered her head and looked around for something: "You're so big... just stop!"

Chen Jingshu jumped off the sofa and hid behind the door, with her head exposed and her teeth bared in a smile: "Mom, if you don't agree, I won't look for you."

Quan Ying was holding her slippers, her facial features were wrinkled as if she had a toothache.

If you're not looking for it... then what are you looking for?
I'm so angry...my heart is about to explode...

Who knows if this damn girl is joking or is she serious?

What if it's true?

Just as he was doubting, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

The rhythm was interrupted, and the anger dissipated a little. Quan Ying took a look: "It's Huiyin... Do you answer it?"

Chen Jingshu was stunned for a moment: Calling so early?

Normally, Yu Huiyin would not dare to call her before going to bed at night...

"Mom, I'm getting my phone, don't hit me..."

"I'll beat you to death, I..."

Frightened, Quanying threw away her slippers.

Chen Jingshu ran over happily, picked up the phone, and connected it while walking to the room.

As soon as she was fed, she suddenly froze, and in an instant, her face turned pale, whiter than paper.

Immediately, he fell down softly.

Quanying was startled: "Jingshu...Jingshu?" (End of this chapter)