Ma Zhongchao's eyes shone and he asked eagerly: "How much do you understand?"
I don't want to answer this question.
Because just now Ma Zhongchao heard the contempt and dislike of my major.
Also, from the time Mr. Shi pushed me out as a scapegoat until now, Ma Zhongchao has never mentioned certain things.
Furthermore, yesterday I beat Su Feipo and was surrounded and threatened. As a sword holder, Ma Zhongchao didn't even dare to say a word in the scene!
What’s more, those words just now.
This person is not only a coward, but also fucking irresponsible!
One soldier is raging, and the general is raging in a nest.
The bear will lead the bear soldiers, and the pot will definitely not be opened.
I think back then, every sword holder in Fangzhou was one who would frighten foreign enemies and put them on the first kill list!
However, I still responded to Ma Zhongchao.
"not much!"
The ambiguous words left Ma Zhongchao speechless, but he changed his hands and took out three objects from his briefcase and placed them in front of me.
"Take a look, what era are they from?"
The three items are Jiang Songbai's snuff bottle, an official jade ring made during the Qianlong period, and a blue and white print box from the Jiajing folk kiln in the Ming Dynasty.
The objects are all trinkets, but they have profound meanings.
Snuff bottles belong to miscellaneous items, jade rings belong to jade, and seal boxes belong to porcelain!
The three small objects cover three dynasties and three categories, official and folk kilns plus niche.
Obviously, this was Ma Zhongchao's entry assessment for me.
Anyone who can identify these three objects and accurately tell their origin must be a salesperson who has worked in a state-owned store for a lifetime, or a top expert professor who has spent a lifetime working in various museums.
Especially that snuff bottle.
During the Daoguang period, Zhou Leyuan was named the first person to paint inside snuff bottles. His unique skill in painting inside snuff bottles was top secret and no one could pry into it.
Wang Fenggao, a businessman from Shandong Province, visited Zhou Leyuan one day. The old janitor was taking a nap, so Wang Fenggao took off his boots and crept in quietly.
Zhou Leyuan was in a panic and had no time to deal with it. Wang Fenggao spied on the secret of painting with internal bamboo brushes.
Afterwards, Wang Fenggao returned to Boshan and studied repeatedly, finally mastering the secrets of interior painting techniques and forming his own school.
That is the Boshanlu Sect!
Jiang Songbai is the descendant of the Boshan Sect of snuff bottles. There is almost no record of this person's name in historical materials.
Very few people know him!
Once known, it goes without saying how strong this person is.
"How is it? Do you see it?"
"Don't worry, take your time and look. Here, I'll give you a magnifying glass and a flashlight."
Ma Zhongchao smiled kindly, smoking a cigarette and drinking tea, but his eyes never left my face for a second.
The idiot Ma Zhongchao is so tolerant on the outside and cruel on the inside, so insidious!
In terms of scheming, Lin Zhaoxi, who tried to trick me the night before, was nothing but a scumbag in front of an old despicable man like Ma Zhongchao.
"The graves I've dug don't have these."
Ma Zhongchao's hand hovered in the air and he said in a long tone: "That's right. Take a closer look."
As he said that, Ma Zhongchao actually handed me a high-power monocular magnifying glass.
"can't read."
I lowered my eyelids and spoke indifferently.
"Can't understand anything?"
"Um."
"Have you ever found anything similar in the graves you dug?"
"No!"
In an instant, Ma Zhongchao was speechless, sighed and was unwilling to ask again.
"There should be, right?"
"Not really."
Ma Zhongchao became a little anxious and bent down to approach me: "Then which dynasty tombs have you dug? What kind of things have you found?"
"Bronze? Jade? Bamboo slips? Gold..."
I said quietly: "They are all leftovers picked up by tomb robbers. They are basically human bones."
With a move of Ma Zhongchao's hand, the high-end Roman teacup was knocked over and the soft cigarette box was immediately filled.
The boiling water of 70 to 80 degrees was poured on the linen pants, which immediately made him stand up. He kept shaking his pants and hissing air-conditioning from his mouth.
Just after he escaped from the water, Ma Zhongchao let out an ouch like a killing pig.
The cigarette butt in his mouth had somehow landed on the jacket, and by the time he found it, the cigarette butt and the silk jacket had been firmly stuck to his arm.
The house is full of burnt odor!
When Ma Zhongchao finished packing himself, he was in a very embarrassed state and extremely embarrassed, but he maintained a very calm demeanor and asked me what was going on.
"What's the last name of the teacher who teaches you archeology?"
"Cao!"
"The surname is Cao...ah. What is Cao?"
"I don't know. There are rules not to ask."
"How old are you?"
"can not tell."
Ma Zhongchao obviously didn't believe it: "How old are you that you can't tell?"
I nodded: "Yinyuan's mentor attaches great importance to health preservation."
Ma Zhongchao still refused to give up and continued to ask: "Then... what are the characteristics of Cao Na? Appearance? Personality?"
"Nothing special. He just sits in a wheelchair. He has irregular classes. He likes to hit people."
Ma Zhongchao suddenly frowned, his eyes wandered, he tapped the table with his delicate fingers, and muttered, as if he was running through the list of archaeological experts named Cao in China in his mind.
After a while, his face was full of disappointment. He hesitated to speak and finally threw out a stack of documents in a lack of interest: "I know. Haha."
"Firstly."
"These require your signature."
After watching me sign more than a dozen confidentiality agreements, Ma Zhongchao took out his seal and stamped them one by one.
Passport handed in.
So far, I have successfully joined Fangzhou!
Starting today, I officially disappear from this world!
With my ID card, the relevant system can check my address and work unit!
The address and unit are all solid evidence and can be checked and tested.
"Okay. Then you can work with peace of mind. I believe that with your ability, you will play an important role in your new position."
"Go ahead and work hard to win glory for Fangzhou!"
Next comes the oath.
After reading according to the confidentiality regulations, the official seal of the laboratory was officially handed over to me.
Followed by the distribution of guns.
The distribution of guns was just a formality. I didn't even see the shadow of the gun, so I just signed and stamped the receipt. After that, Ma Zhongchao put the gun back again.
Likewise, it was also in written form.
After grabbing my hand and shaking it three times, Ma Zhongchao picked up the document bag and turned to leave.
At this moment, I stopped him and asked the question that I wanted to ask the most in my heart.
"President. I want to know the situation of the Heavenly Prison, the Divine Bureau and the Special Office. What permissions are needed?"
Ma Zhongchao blinked, pondered for a few seconds and said with a smile: "It depends on how much you want to know. Boy, you ask this..."
I interrupted Ma Zhongchao: "All situations."
Hiss!
