Qingben beauty

Chapter 668
Mr. Jin and I talked together again, and the two killed a total of [-] U.S. dollars.

Otherwise, even if it was sent up, it would be sent to the safe because it could not be judged, and they would admit it.

Now that we have talked about this, Mr. Jin and I can only agree with the appearance of being heartbroken.

Then it was agreed that on the second night, I would pay the money and deliver the goods in this coffee shop.

This time must be, and I will understand the meaning of what Mr. Jin said first.

Sure enough, when we said goodbye and walked back slowly, Mr. Jin said with a smile: "As soon as I entered the toilet, the man asked me if I was from China."

"If you want to put it this way, at that time, when I was in the Kahele Museum, they came here because I was from our country?" I said in a daze.

No wonder they kept inviting me to the scene.

I'm afraid they just want me to see those bamboo slips on the spot, which will be more convincing.

"They have been looking for buyers? But why are they looking for people from our country?" Monkey asked in a deep voice.

"Because people in our country have started to get rich. In the past two years, many people have bought some of our country's cultural relics that have been lost." Mr. Jin laughed.

"Besides, foreigners can't understand this kind of bamboo slips at all, and they won't spend money to buy them at all." I followed Mr. Jin's words and said, "If these bamboo slips can be confirmed to be from the end of the Warring States period in China, then they are priceless treasures. It was discovered here in the Kingdom of Thousand Pagodas, it is simply a major event that can rewrite the history of China-Egypt friendship, such a famous and practical event..."

After I chuckled, I continued, "Unfortunately, they can't prove it, let alone them, even in our country, I'm afraid they can't get a definite conclusion."

"Why?" the monkey asked softly.

"Because, that's what I told them earlier." I smiled and said, "There are too many fakes of this kind of bamboo slips in China, and some of those things are so fake that even some experts can't tell them apart. Besides, in all history books, There is no record of the Chinese arriving in Egypt during the period they mentioned,
That is to say, there is no basis, and the place they excavated is already a completely weathered place, and they can't find any evidence, such as porcelain or some records. They even excavate few local items. As long as someone To put it bluntly, this was forged by themselves, and they don't even have their previous reputation, so it's better not to say it. "

"Well, it's better to find someone from our country who has been taken advantage of by us to sell some money and subsidize some funds." Mr. Jin laughed twice, and then said: "Then Miss Gu, why do you want to buy it? How do you determine the amount of money?" It’s not that they forged it to deceive the people of our country? You know, their means of making replicas is even more sophisticated than ours in China. Ah, there is also a possibility that they colluded with people in our country to deceive us National tourists?"

As soon as Mr. Jin's voice fell, the monkey said quietly: "I will bring the earthen gun over here tomorrow."

"A soil gun, what a soil gun!" I grabbed the monkey's arm, glared at him, then glared at Mr. Jin who was smiling like a flower, and then turned my voice softly to the monkey. Said: "I don't care whether the bamboo slips are real or not, what I care about is the words on them."

"The words on it?" Mr. Jin coughed twice and asked.

"Yes, do you still remember the three-tiered tomb?" I asked him back.

Mr. Jin raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Of course, you dug the rotten mud there for a month, let's be honest, Ms. Gu, you stink badly at that time, and only young and old can bear it." , I couldn't bear it, so I ran down the mountain every three days."

I really glared at him.

Thinking about it, he couldn't understand his hatred, and raised his foot to kick him again.

The monkey hugged my waist, successfully stopped my impulse, and asked in a low voice: "And then? What happened to the ancient tomb?"

"The bottom floor of the ancient tomb is a tomb from the late Warring States period. There are some scattered bamboo slips inside. The words on them," I looked at the monkey after a pause, said, "The words on these five bamboo slips are the same as those written on them." Those characters are very similar, and when I look at those characters, there are several places that are the same as those in those bamboo slips, and I feel that maybe there is a connection between them."

The monkey's face was a little dazed, but he still asked, "So? It doesn't matter if it's fake?"

I nodded and said: "Yes, the most precious thing about these bamboo slips is not that they are bamboo pieces that have been preserved for many years, but the records left on them, those records left in the long river of history and time. , Those records that allow us to spy on the lives and thinking of those ancient people are truly priceless treasures."

"So, Miss Gu, you want to buy these bamboo slips just for the words on them?" Mr. Jin laughed.

I nodded and said, "Yes."

Mr. Jin raised his eyebrows.

Although he didn't speak, I can understand what he meant behind that.

I smiled and said: "Those words are rare. To be honest, it is a very good opportunity to copy such words. So, I don't think anyone can just make it up by themselves. Even if it is a fake, there should be a copy of the original."

"But you can write." Monkey said softly.

I proudly raised my eyebrows and said, "That's right, I have studied these fonts, and copied them for more than half a year."

Before the words fell, my heart felt sad again, and there was a faint tingling pain.

What I copied was the photo that Lu Li specially asked for. When I was copying, he was also pointing at me, telling me what those words should mean.

"Miss Gu is now an expert in this field, and there are not many people who can distinguish this type of font, and Miss Gu is one of them."

Hearing what Mr. Jin said next to me, my heart ached even more, and my eye sockets were sore and unbearable.

I stood still, raised my head, and looked at the starry sky with my eyes, which I couldn't help but overflow, and unconsciously held the dzi beads hanging on my heart.

There seemed to be another kind of warmth coming from the dzi bead, which slowly dissipated the soreness and hatred in my heart.

I took a few deep breaths before lowering my head, and then I saw the monkey with a calm face but unusually deep eyes.

But only for a moment, the monkey grabbed my karate and said, "Well, when the transaction is successful tomorrow, you can study it carefully."

After finishing speaking, he said to Mr. Jin again: "Is it okay?"

"Not more than an hour." After Mr. Jin said, he said to me again: "Then, Miss Gu, if this thing is real, it is a Chinese bamboo slip that really arrived in Egypt around BC, how much can it sell for?"

puff……

I spit a mouthful of saliva, stared at Mr. Jin who looked like me in the mirror for a while, and then said: "Although it is very valuable, I have no way to prove that it is real! Moreover, if we buy it like this, it is an illegal transaction in itself? Then it is even more impossible to prove..."

Speaking of which, I was also very frustrated.

This, though the written word is more important than anything else.

But such bamboo slips with epoch-making historical significance are really, very, very valuable!

(End of this chapter)