Wang Guan naturally expressed humility towards Mr. Zhou and Mr. Xu's praise. However, at this time, no one paid attention to him because he thought that the things might be after the Hetu Luoshu, so everyone naturally studied them carefully.

"It feels something is wrong..."

After watching for a while, a great expert hesitated: "The traces of the Hetu Luoshu are not like this. Besides, such a large piece of tortoise shell would not just be carved with the Hetu Luoshu."

This is the truth. Although the Hetu Luoshu is very famous, the graphics are relatively simple. However, the simple graphics contain many philosophy, at least in the eyes of some people, it covers all the truths in the world.

However, from the rubbings, you can also speculate that the rubbings must be very large, like a table, at least about one or two meters in size.

Such a big tortoise shell is not a thousand years, but it must have been around for seven or eight hundred years. Moreover, many lines, small dots, etc. are carved on the tortoise shell, which seem to be a bit dense and staggered. No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like the Hetu Luoshu.

Of course, this is also because there are few rubbings and insufficient information, so it is naturally difficult to judge.

"Didn't it mean that there are similar rubbings in the Forbidden City?"

At the same time, someone thought, "I wonder if it is a lost rubbing?"

"This is hard to say..."

While speaking, someone suggested: "How about calling back, someone help me find it, and then fax it."

"This is a good idea."

It is better to act than to be moved. An expert immediately took out his cell phone and contacted his colleagues in the Forbidden City. He explained the situation here, and the other party was very interested and agreed to help me check it out.

After a while, the communication ended, and there was only one wait. It was not just waiting. Everyone sat down again to have a tea and expressed their opinions on the origin of the rubbings. About an hour later, the Forbidden City had a reply, but they found those pages of rubbings, and they were sure that the paper used for rubbings was indeed the gold foil paper of the Ming Dynasty.

When everyone heard this news, they were naturally excited. After some operation, everyone also received the picture books of the rubbings. Then they printed them out immediately. After summarizing them, there were about a dozen rubbings, some of which could be put together, while others were individually made. No matter what, after being arranged, the outline of the tortoise shell piece became more obvious.

Of course, the most important thing is the content of the rubbing, that is, those dots with different lines and sizes.

“As expected…”

At first glance, Mr. Zhou immediately smiled and said, "This should be an astrological picture."

"Astrology?"

At the right time, the expert next to him pondered for a while and nodded in agreement: "It should be that the legendary Imperial Heavenly Prison in ancient times did have the habit of carving astrology pictures on the tortoise shell. It may be that it needs to be backed up, so it just copied it down."

"It's not impossible." Mr. Xu sighed lightly: "What a pity, a good astrology map was eventually scattered everywhere and incomplete."

"Brother Xu."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhou took the opportunity to say, "Since that's the case, can you give up your love for these few pages of rubbing?"

"have to……"

For a moment, Mr. Xu suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "I know there is nothing good about you coming here. I'm always trying to hit me and other treasures."

"You can't say that." Old Zhou shook his head quickly and said, "It's not that I want it now. But on behalf of the Palace Museum, I will formally invite you to discuss this matter."

"Okay, don't use the Forbidden City to suppress me." Mr. Xu said angrily: "If you want to, take it, take it. Anyway, it's just a few pages of waste paper, and I don't care about it."

"It's good to know, then I'm not polite." Old Zhou was really not polite, carefully sorted out a few pages of rubbings, and then smiled and said, "I'll give you a flag in the future."

"No need, there are enough banners in my house. If you send them, there will be no place to hang them."

Mr. Xu waved his hand gently, and this sentence was enough to make Wang Guan ashamed. The enlightenment of the old predecessors was indeed not comparable to that of modern young people. Anyway, he couldn't do it by asking himself.

Well, this is a generation gap, and there is no way to smooth it out.

When Wang Guan was sighing secretly, it was noon in a blink of an eye. Everyone had lunch at Mr. Xu's greeting. After that, everyone planned to stroll around and see the scenery, and Wang Guan received a call from Mr. Anderson.

“Cafe?”

At this time, Wang Guan was a little surprised: "Someone wants to see me...it's fine, I'll be there later..."

While speaking, Wang Guan interrupted his cell phone and turned around and said, "Old Zhou, Mr. Anderson's call... was not to identify the things, it seemed to be for something else..."

"You go and have a look." Mr. Zhou said calmly: "When you keep changing, you can call us if you have any accidents."

"good!"

Wang Guan nodded slightly and left with the appointment. Soon after, he also came to a very elegant cafe, where Mr. Anderson had been waiting for it for a long time.

Not only Mr. Anderson, but after entering, Wang Guan found that next to Mr. Anderson, there was also a middle-aged man in his forties sitting in his 40s. He was clean and neatly combed his hair, and he felt like he was a manager in a large group of companies.

"Mr. Anderson."

Wang Guan glanced at him and greeted him.

"Wang, you are here, please sit down." Mr. Anderson naturally stood up to greet him, and then introduced: "This is Mr. John, my friend, now working for..."

"cough."

In an instant, Mr. John interrupted Mr. Anderson's introduction and took the initiative to reach out and said, "Hello, Mr. Wang."

As soon as Mr. John opened his mouth, Wang Guan realized that his Chinese skills were good. Although he was not as straight as Mr. Anderson, the pronunciation of each word was clear, even if it was a bit stiff, it was enough to make people understand it.

"Hello……"

Wang Guan naturally responded, and after shaking hands, everyone sat down.

After some politeness, the three of them fell silent. Wang Guan watched coldly, but felt that Mr. Anderson was clearly just a matchmaker, but now he was out of the matter. As for Mr. John, he seemed to be talking and thinking about how to speak.

At this time, no one talked, and the atmosphere was naturally a bit cold. After the waiter served the mellow coffee, Mr. John said straight to the point: "Mr. Wang, our boss has taken a fancy to something from your museum and wants to buy it. I hope you can help you complete it..."

"What?" Wang Guan was stunned and then thought.

"A cup," Mr. John said bluntly: "I heard that the cup can turn white wine into red wine. Our boss is very interested and wants to buy it for research."

"Sure enough..." Wang Guan smiled and shook his head gently and said, "That is the treasure of our museum. Do you understand the treasure of the museum? It is impossible to give it to others if you don't sell it."

"Mr. Wang, don't rush to refuse, we are very sincere."

While speaking, Mr. John took out a photo from his briefcase and handed it over: "Our boss plans to exchange this thing for exchange."

"What?"

Wang Guan looked at it casually and was shocked: "Beast head..."

After taking a look, Wang Guan frowned. Because what Mr. John took out was the beast head of the Old Summer Palace that had been hyped up over the years.

As we all know, the beast heads in the Old Summer Palace were originally part of the fountain outside the Haiyan Hall of the Old Summer Palace. It was a red bronze statue from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. The term Haiyan was derived from the meaning of the clear and peaceful country and peace of the country. However, it is very ironic that during the war of the British and French forces invading China in 1860, these beast heads were scattered everywhere and lost overseas.

I don’t know why, nor when it started, the Twelve Beasts in the Old Summer Palace actually became a microcosm of the loss of Chinese cultural relics, and it also became a representative of it. Many people think that as long as the Twelve Beasts are collected, it means a victory, victory of national self-esteem and pride.

However, Wang Guan felt that many people ignored one thing. To put it bluntly, the twelve beast heads in the Old Summer Palace were twelve faucets. It is not that they have no value, but their value is not as great as everyone imagined. Or, under the promotion of those who are interested, their value will be infinitely increased.

In fact, in the eyes of real experts, these things are not rare at all.

This is a fact, otherwise, the return of the twelve beast heads may also show some clues. So far, the bronze statues of rat heads, ox heads, monkey heads, tiger heads, pig heads and horse heads have returned to China. It is said that the dragon heads are currently in Taiwan and are well preserved, but they will not appear in the short term. So putting aside the dragon heads, which of the other bronze statues is not hyped up?

If these things are not linked to the Old Summer Palace, and if they are not linked to the invasion of the British and French coalition forces, their value will not be so inflated. Because with this connection, it will have new value, which is a testimony to the national humiliation.

At this time, Wang Guan continued to watch the photo, but saw that the whereabouts of the chicken in the photo was unknown. The current territory of China is like a rooster. No wonder Mr. John was very confident and confident that Wang Guan would agree to the deal.

Wang Guan sneered at this, threw down the photo casually, and said calmly: "Is this sincerity?"

"That's right."

Seeing Wang Guan's careless attitude, Mr. John was somewhat confused and wondered if Wang Guan was playing hard to get. After all, according to his investigation, the Chinese seem to have a complex of twelve beasts in the Old Summer Palace. Shouldn't you be ecstatic when you see one of them?

"If it's just this sincerity, then I can only say that your boss is really delusional."

At this moment, Wang Guan looked disdainful and shook his head, "I want to exchange for the legendary Holy Grail with a broken faucet. Is your boss thinking too beautifully?"

"The Holy Grail?"

For a moment, John was stunned, wondering if he had heard it a little. At the same time, Mr. Anderson's eyes flashed, but there was no surprise. It was obvious that there had been speculations in this regard.

"Uh, it's a cup."

At this time, Wang Guan seemed to be slacking off and quickly remedyed: "I mean, a magical cup."
Chapter completed!