Chapter 59 059 Digging a hole to play with Ma Zhongchao

Style: Romance Author: Jin Yuanbao's true formWords: 2231Update Time: 24/01/10 09:17:25
She didn't see me get off the car for a while, and Yu Shanjiao felt a little guilty. She walked over silently, with a look of pain on her face. She grabbed half of the bank card and handed it over tremblingly.

"You take it and use it first, boss. I, I said, I want to keep yours."

"But you, remember to return it to me. You must return it to me as soon as possible."

As she spoke, Yu Shanjiao closed her eyes in pain, just as reluctantly as a child when she was pulled to be forcibly vaccinated.

"You kindly took me in yesterday, proving that you are a good person, and you also gave me an advance salary advance..."

"Take it, the password is the day you took me in yesterday."

"I don't need to study..."

After not seeing my response for a long time, Yu Shanjiao slowly opened her eyes, only to find that I was already standing across the street and pedaling away.

Returning to the family area, Xiao Yuyi had been waiting at the door for a long time.

This is his second time since Xiao Yuyi came out with a gun last time.

I could see the unhappiness on Xiao Yuyi's face because there were two strong men following behind him.

I don’t know what Xiao Yiyi did during this time, but his pronunciation has deteriorated seriously.

I could only pronounce five or six words clearly and fluently before.

The miracles inspired by the state of emergency that day disappeared without a trace.

I was a little puzzled and asked softly.

Xiao Yuyi immediately opened his teeth and claws and gestured wildly, yelling viciously from his crooked mouth, feeling deeply aggrieved and helpless.

"Has your father found a foreign doctor for you?"

Xiao Yuyi nodded vigorously, grabbed my hand and squeezed his vocal cords, screaming wildly, his little eyes red, full of violence and anger.

Patting Xiao Yuyi's head: "It's okay. Just come and I will teach you. You should also practice more."

Holding each other's vocal cords and reversing the car, start practicing again from the most basic level.

Less than an hour later, the strong man came in, said something to me, picked up the little boy and left.

No matter how hard Xiao Yiyi struggled, cried or fussed, it was of no use.

That night, I didn't ask Xiao Yiyi for Zhuang Chihua's phone number.

Although I know that as soon as I open my mouth, Zhuang Chihua will personally send the money.

There is also a piece of A4 paper in my bag with a phone number and the name of Juanxiu Qingling written on it.

Lin Chaoxi.

In addition to Zhuang Chihua, Lin Chaoxi is also the best person to help me solve the crisis.

However, I also didn't call Lin Zhaoxi.

After eighteen years of hard study in the junior class, and seven years of slaying the dragon, life was worse than death. I never asked anyone for help.

I won’t beg anyone now.

In the future, it is impossible to ask anyone!

It was dawn in a blink of an eye, and I clocked in to work as usual.

Like yesterday, my office is open. The small room is filled with the fragrance of Tieguanyin's orchids.

The difference is that today Ma Zhongchao changed his position and sat across from the desk.

As soon as I entered the room, Ma Zhongchao pulled out the wicker chair and stood up. He called me "Tongshi" with a charming smile, and diligently handed the Tieguanyin that had just unfolded its leaves to my hand, and warmly greeted me to sit down.

"You were quite busy yesterday. Ah. I see that you are not in good spirits. Is it because of the laboratory matter? Young man, I support the fight, but you can't be too radical, and you have to pay attention to methods..."

I didn't have the nerve to snap back: "President, you're here to ask for money."

Ma Zhongchao immediately denied it: "I'm fine today. I came to see you. Did you find the money...?"

I stood next to the desk, put down my satchel under Ma Zhongchao's gaze, took out the sea compass and put it on the table.

"I didn't find the money. I'll use this to pay off the bill."

Ma Zhongchao's smile suddenly condensed. He looked at me with one eye and stared at the sea compass with the other.

"This is……"

I whispered the origin of the sea compass, and Ma Zhongchao hissed immediately, looked at me solemnly, and with disbelief and suspicion, he slowly picked up the sea compass and shook it left and right, turning it up and down and looking around carefully.

This little bit of fussing lasted half an hour.

What I didn't expect was that Ma Zhongchao was a professional in identifying artifacts.

Not only did he use a magnifying glass and a purple light, he also asked Tu Laoliang to bring him a microscope on the way.

After reading Hai Compass, Momojiji was cross-examined by Ma Zhongchao for no less than 20 minutes.

"Little boy, didn't you say you don't know how to identify treasures?"

"I've seen pictures in the youth class. I've also made real objects."

"Which tombs were they found in?"

"In 1985, Li Village, Wenquan Township, Southern Song Dynasty Shaowu Zhijun Zhu Jinan Zhang Xianren pottery figurine holding a dry compass."

"Book 3 of "Joseph Needham's "Science and Civilization of China". A bronze water compass used for navigation in the Ming Dynasty. It has a water chamber in the middle to hold water and a floating needle. The inner circumference is engraved with the Eight Trigrams, and the outer circumference is engraved with the twenty-four directions."

Zhang Xianren's compass pottery figurine is the first compass model discovered in China. Known as the earliest ancestor of the compass in the world.

Joseph Needham, a troublemaker.

One of the few foreign academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. He is also a foreign academician of the United States.

This person has lived and worked in China for many years and has a deep understanding of China’s ancient culture.

The most awesome position is the head of the UNESCO Department of Education, Science, Culture, and Science.

Uncharacteristically, Ma Zhongchao listened patiently to what I had to say, gave me a thumbs up, and praised me several times.

But a few seconds later, Ma Zhongchao turned from the fog to haze. He firmly shook his head and objected to my using Hailuo Pan to offset the bill, and clearly told me that he wanted money!

Want cash!

A piece of A4 paper was delivered to me. Ma Zhongchao knocked on the table: "Little boy, I have already registered He Xin's name. I will wait for your money to arrive and her mother's salary will be paid tomorrow."

"I did it, you have to do it too."

Facing the ruthless Ma Zhongchao, I didn't have any anger: "If the president doesn't accept it, I can only donate it to the museum."

"I heard that if you donate to the museum, you can get bonuses and banners. You can also be in the news."

Ma Zhongchao raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a light voice: "The banner is a trivial matter, and the bonus shouldn't be much. It seems like only five hundred yuan? It's on the news... It's not Shendai TV or an exclusive interview, it's not news."

My eyelids drooped and I said, "This is the only real object of Zheng He's voyage to the West. It is a national treasure. Major museums will definitely be rushing to get it. It should be able to sell for a good price."

Ma Zhongchao's face froze, he glanced at me, slowly sat down and pointed at Jingtai, who was clearly grabbing my hand, and got entangled.

Looking at Ma Zhongchao's appearance, I couldn't help but sneer in my heart.

Hit the road!

Fall into the trap!

If I can’t sell it, I’ll sell it to you!

"Old blog? I rely on grants, so I don't have much money."

"Not even the National Museum. There are too many national treasures at the national level. Putting this in is the icing on the cake."

"Mobo? The money is not bad...but those stingy people are the hardest to deal with."

"Caiyun Province, Mabo's hometown? They are also poor. It doesn't mean much!"

"By the way, little boy, which port in the West did Sanbao eunuch sail to?"

"Jinling Taicang."

"Jinling, it can't work there. It's poorer than our Fangzhou. It can't work."

After denying several museums one after another, Ma Zhongchao fell deeper and deeper into the trap, and gradually showed signs of going crazy.

I sat down slowly and spoke softly: "There are many patriotic compatriots in Macao and Hong Kong. They like to donate national treasures. The Olympics are coming."