The alien immediately closed his eyes in pain, his facial features were twisted together, and smoke began to erupt from his seven orifices. He pointed at me fiercely and yelled: "Then you come to be this tomb robber. You come to make this quicksand. You can deduce it for me. .”
As soon as he finished speaking, the alien immediately added: "I will give you the most ample time, and then I will give you the most absolute authority. From now on, you are the leader of the tomb robbers. You have eight robots under your command, so you don't have to worry about food and drink. Ah. , don’t worry about the noise and patrols..."
"You dig it and show it to me!"
I looked at the alien calmly and said softly: "I'll dig it out. What do you say?"
The alien's head was stuck in front of my nose, the solid golden bamboo stick pointed at my chin, and he gritted his teeth and said in a ferocious voice, "Whatever you say."
The alien and I looked at each other for two seconds, raised my hand to wipe the drool from my face, and then took his golden bamboo strip in my hand: "Zhang Qian went on a mission to the Western Regions and got a tall bamboo, which he planted in Mang Mountain. This bamboo It’s called Mang Bamboo.”
The alien laughed, grabbed the golden bamboo strip, and said to Big Teeth: "This is not Mang Bamboo. This is Golden Bamboo. Mang Bamboo is not as strong as this one. Spanking is extremely painful. You can't steal this one." Tomb, don’t blame me for spanking you.”
"It's no use even if your teacher comes."
I raised my head and said, "My Mang Bamboo is not as strong as your Golden Bamboo, but my Mang Bamboo can be seen everywhere not only on Bei Mang Mountain..."
"You can also... make supports and supports."
A thunderclap!
It was as if a silent thunder exploded above the alien's head.
The alien was instantly petrified, looking at me dumbfounded, his jaw dislocated, and the golden bamboo strips fell with a bang.
I bent down to pick up the golden bamboo strips and whistled at the alien: "The bamboo fence supports the roof. It is as tough as a wooden board and is extremely water-permeable."
"Use local materials and use them now. Within three days, it's done."
"Have you learned it? Academician Qing."
The snow that had stopped for a long time started to fall again, like the scene where the husband on the 18th floor was caught cheating on his wife. The angry wife tore up the velvet pillow and sprinkled it downstairs.
The sky is full of sad and despairing goose catkins.
It's just that the goose catkins are falling to the ground, but no one pays attention to it, even a little disgusted.
The pale sky and pale snow flakes begin a pale life.
Academician Qing, who was forced to follow me back to the office, was quite dissatisfied and impatient. But when I took out the picture of mother, son and monkey...
Academician Qing’s heart-rending cry spread throughout the Archaeological Institute building.
After a while, several big bosses were added to Academician Qing's office.
Being able to have your own office in this two-story building is self-evident.
As long as there is an academician, there is no big boss below the heaven-level authority.
I was slapped hard in the face, but the alien was very generous and didn't let me wear small shoes, nor did he tell me to get out.
After asking me several times in a row, the alien squinted and the girl smiled and said, "I said you are quite good at scheming people."
"Do you know how much I charge to repair a painting now?"
"Do you know that I won't do anything if I am not a first-class national treasure or below?"
I have some serious doubts that aliens are not the people I'm looking for.
The Fifth Master said that the people all over China who allocated this painting for restoration and mounting were aliens.
I still believe that an academician who is proficient in archeology is proficient in ancient paintings, but if he is said to be proficient in restoration, I am really unsure.
Aren't the legendary sweeping monks all supposed to be low-key, silent wooden men?
The words and deeds of this heaven-level academician are nothing like those of a sweeping monk!
Just when I was about to run away with the picture of the monkey and the mother, the aliens blasted out all the sky-level bosses, leaving only a cleaner.
Next, a wave of alien operations came out, which immediately made me jump in shock.
The alien first laid out the picture of the mother monkey and the mother monkey on the panel, and then mixed a little bit of warm water. Without checking or experimenting at all, he picked up a badly stained broken brush and dipped it in the warm water and directly poured it on the mother monkey. Above the head.
Then, a heavy blow!
My nerves suddenly became tense and my facial features were deformed!
The coldest chill shot up from the soles of my feet and went straight up my spine!
In an instant, it was like I had been stripped naked and dropped into an ice cellar, turning into an ice sculpture!
That place is the most important and valuable part of the whole picture of mother and son and monkey!
There's something wrong with that place!
There are stamped ancient paintings from the Northern Song Dynasty, even if they were painted by nameless pawns, they would start with 50 million with their eyes closed!
I'm afraid this stamp will be ruined!
What kind of person is the best in the world! ?
Bullshit!
I have bulging veins all over my body, I can’t breathe, and my heart aches and bleeds.
The cleaner standing next to me smiled at me, revealing his rotten yellow and black teeth. Seeing that I ignored him, the cleaner immediately took out a pack of hard clouds and handed one to me.
The cleaner in front of him only wore tattered cotton clothes and a pair of dirty cotton shoes. His face had not been washed for an unknown period of time, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and his beard was untidy and untidy.
He held a broom under his arm and an iron dustpan in his left hand. His fingers, which were yellow and blackened by the smoke, looked as disgusting as a thick layer of soot.
I shook my head in refusal, took out the wrapped cigarette from my bag and handed it over.
The cleaner's eyes lit up, he quickly smiled at me, and naturally and generously took it, holding the cigarette between his two fingers and shaking it, indicating that he would only smoke hard clouds.
At this moment, the alien hummed, tilted his head and looked at the cleaner, scolding him angrily.
"Sloppy! Don't you never accept things from others?"
The slovenly cleaner said calmly with a thin face: "He is different. I must take what he gives me."
The alien sneered and suddenly said something earth-shattering: "I bought you a pack of cigarettes. You are worthy of being a Hanlin scholar."
My head suddenly buzzed, and I stared blankly at the cleaner in front of me, completely dumbfounded.
Cleaner!
Sweeping monk?
"Press for two more minutes."
Luo Slutty said, bending over to the alien and looking at the warm water marks on the heart of the painting: "Don't be too gentle. Otherwise, you won't be able to get rid of the oil fume."
I was hit in the head again by the explosion.
