Ma Er curled up on the kang, hugged his head with both hands, and painful tears rolled out from his eyes. Staring at Zhang Shidong made you feel guilty about bullying him.

Pointing at Ma Er, Zhang Shidong was a little amused and crying: "You, you."

Qing, the tomb of the king.

A big man came from Su Xixi from Yanjing to laugh at home: "This Zhang Shidong is really a good person. He will never stop wherever he goes."

The professional tomb exploration team and experts from the cultural relics department arrived in Pingjiang early the next morning. The helicopter helped to pull out some necessary equipment. The staff were very professional. Not to mention areas like Pingjiang, even the deep mountains and forests were like flat ground for them.

Under Ma Er's advice, a small passage different from the cave quickly presented the small but very exquisite ancient tomb. How brave was Ma Er's slutty calf? He didn't understand anything at all. He was lucky enough to touch anything. He went in and out several safely and safely, and got a few exquisite things from it. He couldn't emptie it because he didn't know what value it was. He occasionally came and thought it was heavy on his back and didn't take a few items away in the winter.

Ma Er was completely in distress and didn't sleep all night, frightened and afraid of the jail.

Zhang Shidong directly moved the things from Ma Er's family back to the Dream Hall, and Ma Er was also taken to the Dream Hall.

"Can you sweep the floor, wipe the floor, and clean the hygiene?"

No matter what Zhang Shidong asked, Ma Er nodded, busy in the big dream hall, he was vulgar and inconspicuous, had a good job, clean and neat hands and feet, and his forehead was full of sweat. He was afraid, and was extremely scared, afraid that he would go to prison. Township Mayor Ma clearly told him that not to mention him, even the district mayor and mayor could not help. You are considered to be destroying ancient relics, and you are light in your sentence. The only person who is likely to help you is Mr. Zhang.

Ma Er has heard from his elder brother since he was a child. He does whatever his elder brother asked him to do. As the most promising college student in his hometown, Township Mayor Ma is a god in Ma Er's heart.

All day, Ma Er was drying without any idle moments. His whole body was soaked and he was soaked after drying. The food was classified and he washed the dishes immediately after dinner. If it weren't for the cooking skills, he wouldn't even buy it.

"Dong... Master Dong." At dusk, next to Zhang Shidong, who was lying in the rocking chair in the yard, was basking in the sun. Ma Er squatted, holding a cigarette in his mouth, shouted carefully, completely changing his words.

"Um?"

"You are not afraid, Master Dong. I have heard that things are all from the country. You got them here?"

"No one dares to care about my things, pretenders, fight them out."

Ma Er felt that Zhang Shidong's image was extremely tall, taller than his elder brother. This was really powerful. He spoke wildly, occupied the land of the army, and used the special water and electricity of the army to even occupy the country's things. Behind him, at least there must be a provincial-level official to support him, otherwise he would not dare to be so crazy.

"Damn, Ma Er, where is my ashtray? Have you finished brushing it?" The virus is always looking for Ma Er's fault. At first, it was anger, but now it's unhappy to have fun. Before he took revenge, why has he become his own person for the time being?

"Hey, hey, Master Poison, it's going to be fine soon, I'll put it in the bathroom to dry." Ma Er ran into the Dream Hall with his legs, putting clean ashtrays back in place, watching Virus and others playing games enviously. He didn't understand games. The role of the computer in his mind was to see **. In the black Internet cafe in the countryside, find a corner and open some links. In a while, it took a day and a night. When Ma Er first came into contact with this thing, he stayed in the Internet cafe for three days and three nights. When he came out, he lost weight. On the ground where he used the computer, the toilet paper ball was full of sticky.

Zhang Shidong was wandering his chair, and the hard and cold spring breeze had no effect on him. He dared to bring things back to the Dream Hall in a noble way, because this Dream Hall actually has state shares. Although it is a private collection hall, Zhang Shidong's identity is special. In order to coordinate and appease him, he gave him a little privilege. People say it very well. In front of many bigwigs, they dared to accuse national museums of poor security and storage conditions. The slap in the face is that there are really frequent accidents in these places.

He promised that the ownership rights of several things taken from the Ma Er family were the state. Among the entire Dream Hall, the total collection of these things that did not belong to Zhang Shidong reached 20%, and he would open the museum in an extremely high-end manner, and only rent it to the public.

Now Zhang Shidong occasionally comes back from the country, but he is confident that in a few years, he will want to get things in. At that time, the above will want to reach 20%, because at that time, the number and quality of the Dream Hall collection will reach a terrifying level.

In the eyes of those who don’t know the inside, Brother Dong is so awesome. He is so awesome. When the ancient tomb is excavated here, he dares to get rid of the things inside. Everyone knows the entire Pingjiang. A group of second-generation men of the yamen, brothers and brothers will talk about this topic. It is not the most awesome to take it. After taking it, no one will look for him. This is the most awesome.

"Brother Dong."

"Brother Dong, Secretary Zhao from the city is here."

Zhang Shidong narrowed his eyes and made an OK gesture towards the main entrance. Several cars came in at the sentry outside.

After Zhao Meiru got out of the car, she looked at the Dream Hall and stepped down. She became the first female secretary in Pingjiang's history.

Behind Zhao Meiru, there were seven or eight people coming down, two or three like government staff. The rest were old or young, with anger on their faces. After getting off the car, without waiting for Zhao Meiru to greet Zhang Shidong, he took a big step and walked into the main gate, looking like he came to ask for guilt.

"Xiaodong, after a while, Yaer's grandmother's birthday is over, you have to come and help me. I'll be relieved to do things before and after." As a successful politician, Zhao Meiru knew when to ignore something, and she had no barriers to Zhang Shidong. It was exactly the same as a few months ago, and even more warmer than before.

Zhang Shidong pointed to Zhao Meiru's driver and secretary: "I happened to have some good things here. Auntie, please let them take them back and entertain relatives and friends at that time."

Zhao Meiru smiled and stopped deliberately getting close to her: "Xiaodong, if you can give in, give in, a group of old-fashioned people, are stupid in their studies."

Zhang Shidong gave her a look that I understood and signaled her to enter and visit casually, while he continued to lean on the chair, shaking back and forth.

The archaeologists who entered the Dream Museum there, according to Zhang Shidong's arrangement, if they came to visit and study, they would receive them, and ask Tong Qiannian to cooperate with them to conduct auxiliary research on those things to determine who the mysterious tomb of the king, who had not yet determined his identity, was the end of the Ming Dynasty. At present, we can only determine the rough era, which should be the late Ming Dynasty. Some people proposed that it was the tomb of the prince when the Qing Dynasty officially entered the pass and dominated the universe. Many things from the late Ming Dynasty, and items with the characteristics of the Qing Dynasty were closer to the Qing clan before entering the pass.

Those who are really engaged in learning must first look at the research. Only those who have utilitarian ideas in their hearts will first ignore the research and distinguish the belongings.

Five people came for the items, only a man in his fifties frowned and judged the place from the perspective of the capital officials: "Who is the person in charge here? Call him out."

No one paid attention to him.

A gray-haired old man made a different voice from the side: "Can we see what comes out of the tomb?"

Tong Qiannian stood up, walked to one end of the reception area, and opened the red cloth. In the closed space, several collections, especially the Yuan blue and white porcelain, which was no worse than Guiguzi's down the mountain, attracted the attention of five people at once. They wore white gloves and masks, looked at the items with their eyes shining brightly, and devoted themselves to observation and research.

"Secretary Zhao, what's going on? Is it because you Pingjiang has reached the point of ignoring the law? Or the people here, you Secretary Zhao dare not provoke it." This person is not as stupid as Ma Er. He also knows that the status of the master here is not simple in Beihai Province. Even Zhao Meiru has to report it to enter, so he didn't say it too much, but he is very confident. He has no confidence on the platform of legal principles and laws, and he is also arguing for the powerful "leaders of relevant departments".

"Shut up, go out, be impatient." Tong Qiannian glanced at the middle-level cadre of the Cultural Relics Bureau who had visited his grandfather at home under the leadership of a big man, and waved his hand impatiently.

The other party did not have Tong Qiannian's extraordinary memory, but he could remember the appearance of this legendary figure of the Tong family. He hadn't noticed it before Tong Qiannian didn't speak. When he looked closely, all the arrogance on his body disappeared. He was first confused, and then the humbleness after confirmation. His body unconsciously bowed forward, bent down, and a humble and close smile appeared on his face. He asked tentatively: "It turns out that this is Miss Tong's. I said, others don't have the courage. Miss Tong was appointed by his superiors to pick up national treasures into Beijing, right?"

In fact, this is completely wrong. This person also had an idea and found a way out for himself. According to his logic, the other party would just slap it. As for where this thing belongs, there is a big tree growing up in Tong's family, who dares to say anything?

Unfortunately, he met Tong Qiannian, a powerful existence who didn't even give face to the Chinese committee members. He only needed to ride a bicycle to work in Yanjing, and occasionally got into the bus in the unit. He didn't know what the young lady had. He thought that the officialdom would work.

"No, it has nothing to do with me, and there has been no delegation here."

In one sentence, he forced the other party back, and he opened his mouth several times and didn't know how to speak. The key is that you are embarrassed, it's not so much. There is a knife on the word "名" on the land of Yanjing. If you can't bear it, you can't make it. If you can't bear it, you can't stand it. When you tolerate it, you will always have a man wearing a dirt. The Mediterranean bald eyes are blinking, and a mouthful of leeks eaten by the bright yellow teeth are still hanging between the teeth. His eyes are really unbearable.

He deliberately pointed outside the door and pointed at Zhang Shidong...

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