Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

"Don't rush to get relatives yet, this is just a guess."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, he returned to his seat.

"That's eighty percent of what's going on. Does this old American congressman know anything about it? Do you know what cultural relics are? What are the Northern and Southern Dynasties? It's a compliment to him to know about the Southern and Northern Dynasties."

Whenever Wang Qiang mentions the American imperialists, he never has a good word to say.

"That can't be said. There are certainly people in the United States who don't know how to pretend to understand and use our cultural relics as a front. But they also have a lot of professionals who have done some research and research on our cultural relics. understand.

Moreover, almost all large museums in the United States have Oriental galleries or specialized Chinese cultural relics galleries, mainly concentrated in large art museums such as the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, the Freer Museum in Washington, and the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco.

Each museum also has collections of different styles, such as Chinese paintings from the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York and the Freer Museum in Washington, rare books from the Library of Congress, bronzes from the Art Institute of Chicago, ceramics and jades from the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco, and Harvard University cultural relics from the Mogao Grottoes. "

Hearing Bai Lu talk about this, Qian Sheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, most of these things were smuggled there, and now we can't even get them back even if we want to."

When Wang Qiang heard this, his eyes widened, he patted the table and stood up.

"I don't like hearing what you are saying, third brother. What do you mean by not being able to recover them? When our aircraft carrier can dock in San Francisco for refueling one day, there is no need to ask for these things, they will send them back to us themselves."

Qian Sheng waved his hands again and again.

"Brother Qiang, there's absolutely nothing wrong with what you said. But right now, when it comes to what I'm talking about, it can only be said that our industry is a scumbag. There are people who don't care about others.

Let's just say that this "Picture of Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty Paying Respect to the Buddha" is now in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. This thing should have been on the cliff of Longmen Grottoes. "

After saying this, Qian Sheng took out a beautifully printed picture album from the drawer next to Luohan's bed. The contents inside were folded and were about four-fold when fully opened.

Each page is as big as four sheets of A4 paper. The creases in the middle are already a little white, and they are carefully taped with transparent tape.

The above content is an enlarged version of a color photo.

It is an exquisite relief, with a line of small characters written in a pen on the blank space: "Picture of Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty paying homage to Buddha."

The reliefs in the photo are exquisitely carved, with vivid details and lifelike characters. It depicts the scene of Emperor Xiaowen wearing a crown, wearing a military uniform, and marching slowly in the lead and surrounded by kings, lieutenants, maids and imperial guards.

"This is really good stuff, ah, isn't it?"

Even Wang Qiang could see that this thing was indeed extraordinary.

"Isn't that right? Even you can see how good he is. It is definitely a good thing. The things from our ancestors can be shared by both refined and popular people."

Lin Yi took the heavy album with both hands and looked around.

"Is this album old?"

"Yes, this thing was left to me by my old man. The photos here are all national treasures that were leaked out of Liulichang by foreigners through various shady means and cooperation with those traitorous antique dealers.

My old man asked me to look through these picture albums since I was a child and make sure these things are engraved in my mind. He also made me remember that our Qian family will never follow the same path as these people. "

Lin Yi nodded and put the album back on the table, feeling in awe of the old man of the Qian family.

"Did this thing come out of Liulichang?"

Wang Qiang pointed to the numbers below the photo.

"Specifications: 208.3 cm x 393.7 cm. How did they get such a big thing overseas?"

Qian Sheng stretched out his hand and pointed at several gaps in the mural. "Did you see the obvious seams? This was smashed into pieces and shipped out."

"Isn't this fucking trashing things? Who did it? If his shop is still there, let's go find him."

"Calm down your anger, take a sip of tea, and listen to what I'm telling you slowly.

This happened in the 30s. At that time, it was like a hot kiln everywhere.

Taking advantage of the civil strife, there is a collector in the United States."

"A collector is a thief, a thief."

"Yes, yes, there is an old and beautiful thief named Pu Ailun. This guy is a Chinese expert. He has been in our area for a long time and he especially likes to study our antiques.

After he came to see the Longmen Grottoes, he was so amazed that he took a lot of photos and sent them to Herbert Wenlock, director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

The letter mentioned that these things are Chinese art comparable to the Pantheon and Chartres Cathedral in France.

We have to get it. "

"You're a bitch, you're not too arrogant. I dare you to let him try it now. See if Mr. Wang doesn't let me rip off your head and use it as a chamber pot."

"Okay, it's been so many years. This man is probably buried in the earth now. How about you follow Achang's example and go to North America alone, dig out his body and whip it, and cut off his head to serve as a chamber pot?"

"That's not impossible. It depends on people."

"You're fat and you're still breathing?"

"Okay, two good brothers, don't interrupt. Let the third brother finish."

Bai Lu stood up and stopped their bickering.

"Then let me continue. This old thief found the largest antique shop in Liulichang, "Bing Ji", and named the owner Yue Bin to be responsible for "catching the goods."

I was given two photos. The one on the left is "The Picture of Emperor Xiaowen Paying Respect to the Buddha" and the one on the right is "The Picture of the Empress Dowager Wenzhao Paying Respect to the Buddha", which was later commonly known as "The Picture of the Emperor and the Empress Paying Respect to the Buddha".

He said that he liked these two reliefs and asked Yue Bin to find a way to cut them off and just transport them to Shangjing, while he would handle the rest himself.

Later, Yue Bin found someone to cut out these two reliefs and sold them to this old thief. The old thief spent money to open up all the joints, and finally transported these two national treasures to them, and now they have something. "

"What happened next? What happened to this man?"

“After this incident passed, until we the people became the masters of the country, that is, in the early 50s, we carried out anti-bribery, anti-tax evasion, anti-theft of state assets, anti-cutting of work, and anti-theft of national economic intelligence in capitalist industry and commerce. The movement brought out the matter of Yue Bin.

Celebrities in the cultural circles have jointly requested the people's government to severely punish the traitor Yue Bin who destroyed and resold national treasures.

In the end, this old boy was finally brought to justice, imprisoned, and sentenced to death. Unexpectedly, he died of illness after being imprisoned for two years.The 'Longmen treasure theft' case that shocked the antique community in Beijing has come to an end for the time being. "

"Hey, I really took advantage of this guy, and he actually ended up with a whole corpse!"

"Do you think this matter has something to do with the 'Ziyihou'?"

"Although the direct participant is an old American, we can't rule out that there are other tricks and details that we don't know. Third brother, how much do you know?"

"That's all I know, but I guess our husband should know better than me. How about we go over there tonight and ask?"

"Ask, maybe Mr. Bai has dealt with this Yue Bin." (End of Chapter)