How did i become a god

At noon, the mid-spring sun was warm and sunny, with a warm temperature. A street away from the campus of the University of Trade and Industry distant noise, faintly visible among the teaching buildings, buildings, woods, a tiny human dot, full of youthful atmosphere.

"You kid!" Professor Zhao smiled upward, reached out his hand and gave Jing Gao a virtual nudge. Leaning on his crutches and supported by his daughter Zhao Shiyan, he welcomed Jing Gao to his study.

For literati, the study was a very private occasion. It represents some kind of recognition.

Professor Zhao was in the mood for a long, heart-to-heart talk.

The study was elegantly decorated, and with Jing Gao's knowledge of Professor Zhao, the paintings and calligraphy in his study were eighty percent authentic. The yellow rosewood desk on the large case of the display of brushes, ink, paper and ink stone, books.

Jing Gao casually sat in the wooden chair, said "thank you" to Zhao Shiyan who brought tea, and smiled: "Professor Zhao, what is the matter? The way you're bending your hands and handing them over makes me feel uneasy inside."

Professor Zhao smilingly said, "Xiaojing, I am impressed by your good fortune. However, the hypotenuse is not accurate. I am a stinking old man, a sour writer. You're a giant and famous."

This is called "rack and roast"!

Wells waved his hand, unable to laugh or cry, and said, "Professor Zhao, please speak quickly." I'm afraid of you.

Zhao Shiyan hid her mouth and laughed beside her. After the incident with Liao Rong, she came to see her father often recently, and her relationship with Professor Zhao was restored.

Prof. Zhao and Jing Gao are "forgetful friends", and they leave all the orphanage matters to Jing Gao. This kind of friendship is similar to what is said here. The next step is a bit out of character. He came down the stairs and said, "

In recent times, China has been poor and weak, and has been invaded by Western powers. According to Li Hongzhang, this is a major change that has not occurred in three thousand years. Dynasties changed, and the people were displaced. Face of the beast heart of the generation rampant, wolves, dogs and lungs everywhere.

Under such circumstances, our country experienced several large-scale loss of cultural relics. Such as the burning of the Yuanmingyuan by the Allied Forces of the Eight Powers, such as the Dunhuang murals and so on. Each event, period makes us sigh these later.

I currently work part-time in China to save lost overseas cultural relics following a special fund group. And a few old friends are responsible for the examination of Yuanmingyuan relics, coordination."

At this point, sixty-nine-year-old Professor Zhao sipped water and gasped slightly, his health really deteriorated a bit in the past couple of years. Emotional breakdown and divorce, divorce of his daughter, heart surgery, scandal of his ex-wife, his old friend Renhe stabbed, this series of things, he has survived. But inevitably, he has aged even more physically.

Wells nodded and listened attentively.

He was born under the red flag and grew up in the new China. Of course he was familiar with the humiliating history of modern China. In fact, apart from a few blind part-time jobs in college, he went to the library to study. His knowledge structure was not lacking, but it did not have the depth that the elites and professors had.

He felt the same way about Professor Zhao's words. He remembered when he read Yu's "Cultural Suffering" and saw the loss of Dunhuang artifacts, the precious scrolls were exchanged for a few tens of silver dollars, or snatched away directly. The remorse and indignation really hovered in the bottom of his heart.

A person, when pondering the question of survival and death, should ask himself three questions: who am I, where do I come from, and where do I go?

Don't think it's funny. Unless you can avoid death. Otherwise, anyone would be thinking about these questions, just at a different stage of life. Who, I ask, can avoid death?

And the history, the heritage of the culture is explaining to you, telling you: where I came from!

Professor Zhao went on to introduce the situation, "Yuanmingyuan's loss of a variety of cultural relics, the most widely known, but also the most valuable group of cultural relics is a bronze statue of the twelve Chinese zodiac animal heads. So far seven have been recovered. There are also snake head, chicken head, dog head, sheep head, dragon head bronze statue whereabouts unknown. A few days ago, we learned in our group that the dragon head statue appeared in a private tycoon's estate in the beautiful country."

Ieng Gao quickly stated, "What can I do?"

Professor Zhao looked satisfied, worthy of his recognition of the youth, in the three outlooks really can not be said, otherwise he is chicken and duck. With emotion, he said: "We are currently verifying the authenticity of the news. If the collector has the intention to sell, the price is probably above 200 million. There is limited money on the Cultural Foundation side, and I hope you can sponsor a sum of money to buy the dragon's head back."

"Of course, this is a very excessive request on my part. No one's money comes from a big pool of water. You can make any request you want. There must be benefits to be given. Like the animal heads that the Poly Group spent money to buy, they are kept in their own museum.

If you're interested, I'll take you to meet Old Wu after a while. They are a few old guys who can still be talked about in the education circle here in the capital."

Jing Gao laughed, "Professor Zhao, I don't have the heart to run a museum. I don't know anything about relics or antiques. As long as the information is solid, I'm willing to pay for it. I have no other demands, even if you owe me a favor.

In addition, I'll donate 10 million to your Yuanmingyuan Antiquities Recovery Group, and I hope I'll have a chance to get to know a few professors in the future."

Professor Zhao burst out laughing freely, "You kid! Haha! Shi Yan, go and take out my collection of yellow wine, and have a few drinks with Koi at noon today."

Jing Gao was too good at selling favors and doing things right. He's a bit embarrassed by this old guy's cheek.

Of course, he had many debts anyway. After his death, his daughter Zhao Shiyan will be entrusted to Jing Gao to take care of her for the rest of her life, making sure she is well fed and clothed and not bullied.

"Okay, Dad!" Zhao Shiyan left the study with a smile on her face.

Professor Zhao took a sip of tea and then sighed sorrowfully: "Xiaojing, I owe you a favor. However, if you want to see Lao Wu and the others, donating 10 million is not necessary. However, if you want to see Lao Wu and the others, donating ten million is not necessary. If you don't have anything to ask them to do, simply brush up on your initial impressions and donate a million RMB will do. When I take you there, those old guys will have to give me face somewhat."

Jing Gao smiled: "Then I'll listen to you."

He was still willing to contribute to the recovery of the artifacts. Is it a god hero!

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At a lunchtime drink, Professor Zhao gave control to Zhao Shiyan and Auntie Chunlan and only drank one cup of yellow wine, which was useless despite his protests.

Zhao Shiyan drank a few glasses on behalf of Professor Zhao with Jing Gao.

It didn't mean anything else, just that the daughter drank instead of the father. Who let Professor Zhao have only one daughter?

Professor Zhao was a little drunk from one glass of wine and was helped to take a lunch break. Zhao Shiyan sent Jing Gao to the door of 2001 next door. After thinking about it, she asked, "Mr. Jing, is Auntie Liao okay?"

She and Liao Rong still had some affection for each other. Whether it was from her father's point of view, or the fact that they often traded together.

Jing Gao, who was slightly drunk after drinking some wine, didn't hide it from Zhao Shiyan and said, "Liao Rong is currently in the beautiful country. She can return to China when the storm has passed. However, I am not going to give her a heavy responsibility for a short time. She needs to avoid the flash right now."

At least until Professor Zhao dies, he will not reappoint Liao Rong. He is sorry to Professor Zhao for creating a scandalous practice like this again.

Zhao Shiyan nodded, "Then... Mr. Jing, goodbye." She watched Jing Gao enter the house. Her heart was overwhelmed with emotion.

When she went to see her father in the hospital, how could she have imagined that the young man sitting with An Zhiwen would reach today's heights?

Throwing thousands of dollars to help buy national artifacts without blinking an eye. Big Brother pie ah.

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Jing Gao returns to the house, where Chen Qingshuang and Nie Yunxi are gossiping on the balcony. Xiao He delivered take-out from a nearby hotel to the two of them.

In the meantime, Nie Yunxi's beautiful eyes pointed out, "Mr. Jing, you promised a little too readily.

Jing Gao just took the strong tea Chen Qingshang gave him, tilted in the sofa, smiled slightly, and did not make a sound.

The company has been in the process of developing the new product for the past two years. It's worth spending 200 million to assist the relevant units in recovering the national treasures of Chinese civilization. I can understand your feelings for your country.

However, as your personal assistant, I need to advise you. You are spending this money without getting any real benefits in return.

Moreover, you're so quick, the news spreads, related to some of the cultural relics protection units next time still come to you? If you don't agree, you will be blamed. It's the same reason why you were a charity case earlier in life.

This is not the way to go about the world of human affairs. You must set a threshold. In order to protect yourself."

Chen Qingshang blinked her eyes, listening to Sister Nie's words, Jing Gao did a poor job at this. But she looked at Jing Gao's smile and remained silent, obviously having other plans.