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Why must the bronze head be photographed?

This is the question in Zhang Xiaojian's mind at this time.

For him, spending money can actually be spent whatever it takes. It is best if you don't make any mistakes.

He had been thinking about antiques as a good way to spend money before. After hearing the twelve bronze heads, he didn’t react immediately. This thing was robbed by the Allied Forces of the Eight Nations. The robbers robbed them and bought them with his own money. Coming back, it really made him feel a little unacceptable.

Therefore, I became increasingly unable to understand the anxiety and irritability of Uncle Zheng's swear words through the door.

We said hello to Uncle Zheng, and after a few greetings, Zhang Xiaojian was taken back to the booked luxurious suite by Gao Qingsong.

Ye Mozhu began to organize his luggage. After Su Yu learned that they were here, he came into the room with a slightly noticeable belly, and laughed with Ye Mozhu.

Since Lao Liao was brought by their chance encounter, we couldn't throw them directly into Uncle Zheng's room, although Lao Liao might be more familiar with Zheng Weixun.

After drinking two sips of water and changing into comfortable clothes, Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong went to Zheng Weixun's room again.

Grandma Zhao had already brewed a pot of authentic Longjing tea for the two of them, and she saw Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong greet them: "Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhao, let's try Grandma's tea making skills."

Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong sat down and drank hot tea.

Uncle Zheng said: "I didn't have time to mention it before, why did you come together?"

Zhang Xiaojian sipped the tea ceremony: "I met it at the airport, it's a coincidence."

In the future, Long Qumai said it again, and he did not forget: "Don't you know that Lao Liao and Grandma Zhao are pushing the luggage cart and holding hands. Which kind of finger is tightly clasped, I and Mo Zhu are both envious."

Gao Qingsong put down his tea cup: "It is rare that someone can sprinkle dog food for you two."

But Lao Liao and Grandma Zhao are not young people after all, and they feel a little bit shy when they hear this. Uncle Zheng said, "Don't mind the second old man, young people are like this now."

Liao Lao said: "Why don't you mind, but how is the specific situation here?"

"I rented a meeting room in the hotel, and there is about an hour left. Anyone who can come will be there, so let Lao Liao go together."

"That's for sure." Old Liao replied.

Zhang Xiaojian still has doubts, so he asked: "Uncle Zheng, can we join in the fun?"

Zheng Weixun nodded: "Okay."

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In an hour, say whether it is fast or slow, or slow.

The topic is inseparable from the twelve bronze heads. Uncle Zheng also told a story, saying that when it was late to clear, at the same time that the Old Summer Palace was renovated, Cixi had made a secret decree to invite real man Yang Kai, the first person in the world of Yin Yang Feng Shui, to re-install this place. Twelve bronze heads.

Yang Zhenren fabricated the yin and yang, five elements, and Taiji gossip arrays, and planted six pairs of virgins, making these twelve bronze first arrays finally connected with the dragon veins of the nation's fortune.

In addition to the Tai Chi formation that maintains the fortune of the country, the twelve poems also contain the secret of a huge treasure.

Cixi has a deep heart, perhaps because he has a sense of the future of the national fortune, and secretly buried a number of huge treasures, worth more than half of the Qing Dynasty's foundation.She ordered Xie Liegan, a craftsman of gold and stone, to hide twelve inscriptions in the twelve bronze heads.The content points out the location of the secret treasure, which can be used by the descendants of the Qing Dynasty as a resource for restoration.

After the completion of the construction, Cixi killed all the workers. Yang and Xie were also forced to drink drugs and died. Since then, no one knows that the twelve poems contained treasures.

After listening to this story... Zhang Xiaojian felt a little familiar: "Isn't this Wei Xiaobao's 42nd chapter?"

Gao Qingsong rolled his eyes: "The story of twelve dragons that can be summoned can actually be compiled in another version."

Uncle Zheng, who was telling the story, called and took the phone to the bedroom.

Old Liao smiled and said: "Don't take it seriously, it was originally made up with falsehood."

Talked about the copper head story again, time is up.

Zheng Weixun put on a brand new Tang suit and took Zhang Xiaojian and his party straight to the hotel conference room.

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The hotel's conference room has already been prepared.

Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong did not sit at the conference table, but sat on the corner chairs.

After a short while, the meeting room welcomed many guests.

Zheng Weixun and Liao Lao began to greet them, and the identity of the visitor could be known by talking.

The first was a gray-haired old man, leaning on a cane, with two young people by his side, whether it was an assistant or a family member.

He is the president of the British Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce-Long Yiming.

He just arrived on the front foot, and several middle-aged entrepreneurs on the back foot also entered the conference room.

Some are group bosses that Zhang Xiaojian has never heard of, and some are cadres of the Chamber of Commerce.

Some people came one after another, some from non-governmental organizations that Zhang Xiaojian hadn't even heard of, and the most incredible young people from the Chinese Overseas Chinese Student Association in the United Kingdom made Zhang Xiaojian the most incredible.

Three generations of old, middle-aged and young people formed a wonderful combination in the conference room. There were more than 30 people. Many of them lived not in London, but in various parts of Europe. They arrived overnight after learning the news.

Zhang Xiaojian could even see their dignity, which was a kind of feeling, and it was a bit strange and beyond words.

The meeting started after everyone arrived. The host was not Zheng Weixun, but a middle-aged bald man named Wu. He came from the Baoli Group, which aims to rescue and protect precious Chinese cultural relics scattered overseas.

In this regard, Baoli Group has rich experience in struggle.

It was only at the beginning of the meeting that he didn't shake the place. The overseas Chinese in front of them need to scold a wave of mothers first to vent their emotions.

So Zhang Xiaojian thought for a moment that he had gone to the wrong set.

The person in charge of the China Special Fund for Rescue of Lost Overseas Cultural Relics has the loudest voice. Perhaps because of the long stay in the UK, the three words "Fuck your mother" have become English, and h...

"Mom sells PI auctions, dad sells qiu..." This uncle wearing a pair of loafers, a non-governmental organization, is estimated to be from Sichuan.

"This group of dog baskets..." Big brother must be from the northeast.

"British boy..." It should belong to the magic city.

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It didn't take long for the curse to stop.

Zhang Xiaojian looked out the window and sighed how wonderful life is. He didn't expect to travel to the country. Not long after he landed, he could actually hear the swear words from all over China...

Everyone was obviously very dissatisfied with what the Grand Vader auction house did.

But they have all arrived, and the goal is naturally to bring the copper head home anyway.

Without the first time to raise money, the person in charge of the Overseas Chinese Student Union said that early tomorrow morning, students from overseas will be organized to protest and march to exert pressure.

"We have no money and can't do much, but there must be no problem with the parade."

"The parade also needs money. In this regard, I am coming out with the group. You must pay attention to your safety."

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know why, just these two simple sentences made him a little touched.

Before we could get into it, the person in charge of the most violent lost cultural relics in English said: "The embassy has started communication, but you also understand the efficiency of bullshit in the UK."

"The overseas Chinese employees of foreign-funded enterprises of the Chamber of Commerce can strike together, but the number is small... the effect is not necessarily.

"If the effect is not good, we must do it, and the accumulation of less will make more." Baoli's bald person in charge said firmly: "Everything in our country will be pursued even if it is far away!"

"All Chinese restaurants in London are closed. Overseas Chinese and service staff in the store can help to post posters to popularize London citizens and participate in the parade."

"All overseas Chinese companies in the UK can make this matter public and cause public opinion influence."

"Leave it to me in the media, everyone knows it in a day."

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For half an hour, more than 30 people in the meeting room listed everything they could do.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaojian finally understood what the wonderful feeling in his heart was. It was the unity twisted into a rope. In this unity, there was an uncut blood of the Chinese soul.

It was just discussed that these methods are all small pressures, and it is really difficult to form large pressures of public opinion in the international community in one day.

Therefore, after finishing the first step, everyone must consider whether the copper head will be bought by foreign buyers if the auction is held as scheduled.

Long Yiming, the president of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce who had not spoken, said at this moment: "I will give one hundred million."

"Poly Group 60 million."

"Foundation forty million."

"Our group can spend 10 million."

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"The Overseas Chinese Student Union..."

"Don't take it." Zheng Weixun finished this sentence, and was echoed by the audience. He said, "I personally contributed 30 million yuan."

Lao Liao raised his hand: "Liao Junzhou, three million."

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Zhang Xiaojian smiled and shook his head listening to the voices one after another.

It's really a group of fools, but if they don't count the rewards, not count the gains and losses, many Chinese treasures will not be able to return to China.

Zhang Xiaojian was right, although he still didn't know that the war for retrieving national treasures has continued since the reform and opening up.

But he felt the blood of the overseas compatriots.

Although Gao Qingsong knew some fur, it was the first time he participated in such a meeting.

He had a burning feeling in front of him. He whispered to Zhang Xiaojian: "I have traveled to many places recently. Although overseas Chinese are living overseas, most of them are really patriotic, especially old. The generation of overseas Chinese will really touch me, and I want to get some money on behalf of Shen Ke."

Looking at the dozens of gray-haired grandparents on the conference table, watching their impassionedness, Zhang Xiaojian whispered to Gao Qingsong: "I'll come."

So Zhang Xiaojian stood up and stood behind Zheng Weixun.

Zheng Weixun turned his head and Zhang Xiaojian said loudly, "Can you listen to me?"

He interrupted the solidarity in front of him, everyone looked at him, but they didn't know who he was...

Zhang Xiaojian said calmly: "In this way, if the auction is held as scheduled, at the point where bidding is necessary, on behalf of Ningyuan Shenke Group, I will provide unlimited funds to buy back four bronze heads."

Unlimited funds?

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Everyone looked at the young man in front of them, and felt that his brain seemed to be a little watt.

Zhang Xiaojian's words are not over yet, he said again: "So you don't need to donate anymore, just give details of what you can do, don't worry about funds."

Long Yiming, the president of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, squinted his eyes to Zhang Xiaojian and said, "Not to mention...this is a big number. Even if you can take it all out, young man, we cannot let you take it."

His words resonated widely.

"Yeah, yeah, this is not a person's business, but a business of all of us."

"Although the money is not much, but at any rate I will do my part."

"Besides... lad, who are you?"

"Is it possible that you are... a descendant of the Qing Dynasty, anyway, if there is no reason to convince me, boy, you can't deprive us of the right to donate."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

He thought for a while, if he had to say a reason, the first reason might be...you don’t have money together?

But this reason cannot be stated bluntly, although it is true.

So Zhang Xiaojian said the second reason: "Because I also love my motherland deeply, just like everyone here, the money is the thing, those who can do more..."