The skull of Beijing, a treasure from 60,000 years ago, an important cultural relic for the study of humanity exhibitions, a national treasure from the country that was missing for 60 years, and a national treasure that was thought to never appear again, has appeared in front of him today.

Old Chen stretched out his hands tremblingly, trying to gently touch the brown skull in the box, but when he reached halfway, Old Chen's hand suddenly stopped. Then he quickly pulled back his hands, took out a pair of silk gloves from his pocket, and gently put them on his hands. Then he carefully picked up the silver suitcase and got the precious national treasure in it.

Looking at the national treasure in his hand carefully, Mr. Chen's breathing sound was suppressed to the lowest point, as if he was afraid of disturbing the chaos and uneasy history in his hand.

After a long time, Mr. Chen slowly put the treasure back into his suitcase, drank the cold tea in one go, calming down his excitement, and then he said to Zhang Yang in a hoarse voice: "Is this... really going to donate it to the National Museum?"

"Of course." Zhang Yang nodded: "It belongs to the Chinese nation. It is naturally donated to the country."

"Yes, it is a national treasure, so it will naturally be donated to the country." Old Chen nodded.

Looking at the silver suitcase, Mr. Chen hesitated for a long time, and his fingers were bent for a long time before he spoke slowly: "So, Mr. Zhang Yang, what is there in our National Museum..."

After taking someone’s treasure, it’s time to talk about the cost. What made Mr. Chen hesitant was that the National Museum might do its best to have so much money...

"Actually, when I decided to donate the national treasure at the beginning, I didn't think about what to get from the museum." Zhang Yang smiled: "I am just an ordinary person, and this treasure was just a coincidence. I don't lack money and I don't like it."

Old Chen nodded and patiently waited for Zhang Yang's bid.

"However, when I learned that the National Museum was directly managed by the Ministry of Culture, I still had some ideas in a cliché."

Zhang Yang laughed: "The Ministry of Culture is a big deal in the domestic entertainment industry, and I also want to get the Ministry of Culture, so I took this national treasure as a stepping stone. I hope Mr. Chen can help me introduce the senior officials in the department."

"..." Mr. Chen looked at the priceless silver-white suitcase on the table and nodded, "This matter is covered by me."

"It's trouble." Zhang Yang nodded.

...

The authenticity of a cultural relic cannot be concluded simply by an expert's identification, especially when the cultural relic is "Beijing human skull".

He took it back to the National Museum and the veteran Chen Lao called out. An hour later, eight cultural relics identification experts who were in their sixties rushed over in a small car and turned it into a circle around the skull on the table, which was no different from the Knight of the Round Table.

These industry leaders who receive the State Council allowances are like children who have just understood how magical the world is. Looking at the skull on the table, they sighed or sighed, and they burst into tears and were filled with emotion.

After the attack on these experts, the priceless skull was taken to the laboratory for identification of carbon 14 in order to achieve accurate time and accurate generation.

The results of carbon 14 show that this is indeed something from 60,000 years ago.

Science will not make mistakes. The old experts who got the inspection report were crying like a group of 60-year-old children.

With the carbon 14 appraisal report, Mr. Chen scanned his face and entered the office building of the Ministry of Culture.

...

There are countless missing cultural relics in the world. Except for a few cultural relics that have been destroyed in various disasters, most of the remaining cultural relics are treasured in the hands of great people around the world. Although countless people in the world are concerned about them, their fate can only be seen in the dark basement.

France, Earl Marsu's Mansion.

"I also heard that Earl Ma Su is an internationally renowned collector, so I took the opportunity to visit the door." Zhang Yang said in the reception room.

Two tall maids in black maid outfits presented exquisite hand-grinding coffee to Zhang Yang and his master Earl Ma Su, and retired respectfully.

Zhang Yang at this time was no longer the usual jeans and down jackets. He was dressed in a decent master's hand-cut suit, exquisite calfskin shoes, a sexy purple bow tie, and a dark peacock diamond brooch. With his romance, he immediately showed his aristocratic look.

Looking at the two tightly wrapped large wooden boxes in front of the two black bodyguards, Earl Ma Su's eyes showed a light of interest.

Earl Ma Su has been thinking about it for a long time, but since his private appraiser was still on the way to ride a horse, Earl Ma Su could only temporarily hold back the itch.

Soon, the Mediterranean head-shaped appraiser came to Count Masu's castle. After saying hello, the appraiser's gaze bit the two boxes and stopped talking.

"When the professionals are here, then the outer box can be removed." Zhang Yang nodded and waved his hand. The black bodyguard behind picked up two red crowbars from the ground. With the force on the left and right, the wooden box sealed by the air nail was violently dismantled.

Flipping away the white buffer, it was the correct appearance of the treasure. The appraiser just glanced at it and said in surprise: "My Saint Mary, this is "The Virgin Mary and Yarnwind."

"What!" Earl Ma Su stood up after hearing this, and ignored the coffee on the coffee table next to him.

"The Virgin Mary and Yarnwind" is one of the only confirmed authentic works of Leonardo da Vinci, as famous as "Mona Lisa". After being stolen in 2013, it disappeared from the world. The collectors unanimously believe that this masterpiece may have entered the treasure house of a "collector" and will never appear on the market again.

"I didn't expect..." the appraiser murmured, as if he was suddenly awakened from the Zen technique.

Lying on "The Virgin Mary and Yarnwind", the appraiser held his breath, afraid that the breath he exhaled would damage the masterpiece.

Holding the magnifying glass in his hand, the appraiser looked so carefully, his eyes greedily as if he wanted to take the oil painting into his mind. He knew that as long as he had finished the appraisal, the masterpiece would be replayed in the secret room of Count Masu, which was really isolated from the world.

Zhang Yang always felt that they were sick after researching for an hour. But Zhang Yang didn’t understand what these lost famous paintings mean to them.

"..." There is nothing to say to Count Ma Su. The hour he spent and the inconsolation on his face were enough to explain everything.
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