treasure hunt god pupil

Chapter 137 Throwing King Bomb
Tuk tuk, someone is knocking on the door.

Then she saw Cai Cai walking in with a plate of cut fruits, she put the fruit plate on the desk and said, "Grandpa, brother hero, these fruits are all in season, they taste sweet and delicious."

"Thank you."

Li Mo unceremoniously picked up a piece of red bayberry, chilled it, the taste was sour and sweet, and the taste was quite good.

"Brother Hero, if you really want to thank me, can you teach me how to practice martial arts?"

"You want to practice martial arts?" Li Mo said with a smile, "Do you know how hard it is to practice martial arts?"

"I know, it's not often written in the book 'Practice in winter, practice in summer', which means perseverance is the most important thing."

Li Mo gave her a thumbs up and said: "This sentence is from "Swordsman of the King of Yan". It seems that you have read the book well. Cai Cai, in fact, practicing martial arts is not as easy as you imagined. Persistence is not enough. I practice Bajiquan is what I learned from Huizhou Chen Style Bajiquan.

"You are now in the puberty of physical development. If you rashly learn this kind of domineering martial arts, your muscles and bones may be deformed. For example, your fists are covered with calluses, your long legs are deformed, or even accidentally injured. The body is left with hidden wounds, which is not worth the loss."

Cai Cai pretended to wipe the sweat off her forehead, curled her lips and said, "If you don't teach, don't teach, there are so many reasons."

"You child, Li Mo can still lie to you, thinking about smug beauty every day, what if your hands and feet are injured and you are disabled?" Zhu Changping taught her with a cold face.

"You guys eat, I'm going to study."

Cai Cai turned around and left, she seemed to be quite angry.

"The bigger the child, the harder it is to discipline him." Professor Zhu is also troubled, if only he is as obsessed as his son Zhu Mingcheng, he is afraid of such a clever child full of strange ideas.

"It will be fine in a few years."

"Forget it, let's not talk about her. I have read the paper you sent me about Concubine Yang's bracelet. Overall, the problem is not big, but there is still a little material missing, such as the 'transportation' we discussed earlier, from a scientific point of view. It is a superstition, but considering its historical value, it is also an indispensable culture handed down by our ancestors."

"Teacher, you mean to add this bit of material? I have already prepared this bit of material, so just add it in."

"You have to remember that what we study is archaeology. What is ancient? As long as it is passed down from history, whether it is a thing or a word, we must record it truthfully. Through these records, the world can understand the social form, customs and human conditions at that time. .”

"In the eyes of others, the material of 'transportation' is a bit superstitious, but from an archaeological point of view, it is an indelible historical imprint."

Professor Zhu Changping is doing his best to teach and guide him.

Li Mo also remembered every word he said, and finally said: "Teacher, I will go back to the dormitory to revise and supplement the thesis, and I will send it to you in two days. About the "Ming Hongwu Three-clawed Dark Dragon and Qingyu Double Ears I can't finish my dissertation on 'Bottle' this month, and I have been studying the golden gong in the Qin and Han Dynasties this month."

"Hahaha, we are about to retire and we are very busy. In the past few months, the professors and experts of the history department of Peking University have been around you. But they really think highly of you, and they all hope that you will come up with a good job if you are fine. When the two rare treasures come out, let them find something to do, so that life will be enjoyable."

After talking about the matter here, Li Mo left Professor Zhu's house, and Cai Cai kept sending him downstairs and asked in a low voice, "Brother Hero, I can't learn martial arts, so can you teach me some self-help tricks? Or is it a trump card used against those who have malicious intentions?"

"Yes, but I can't teach you. Later, when you are resting, I will help you find an expert in this field. She is my senior sister, a career elite who returned from studying in Cambridge, England."

"Wow, then we've settled for that."

Li Mo walked a few steps, then immediately returned to grab Cai Cai's clothes and told him: "Learn what you learn, but don't use it casually, sometimes it will destroy people."

"Brother Daxia, just put your mind at ease, I'm just learning to protect myself."

Li Mo returned to the dormitory, first ordered a lot of delicious takeaways, and then sat in front of the computer after taking a hot bath to prepare to revise the thesis.

The second paper does not require major revisions, just add some material to it, and it doesn't take much energy to sort it out.

He stayed in the dormitory for half the next morning, and only after receiving a text message from Chen Feng did he pack up and go out.

However, it was not Chen Feng who came to pick him up, but a receptionist of the company.

"Hi, Mr. Li."

"Why are you here?"

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Niu and Mr. Gu from the New Century Auction House are talking about something, so they arranged for me to pick you up to the conference hall of the Kimberly-Clark Auction House."

Li Mo sat in the back row.

"President Li, are you a student of Peking University?"

"Well, I just enrolled this year. Seeing that you are not very old, you just graduated?"

"My name is Gu Wenwen. I'm a senior at the National People's Congress and came out for an internship. Mr. Chen said that I performed well, and I can become a regular when I graduate."

"Follow Mr. Chen well. You are the first batch of employees of the company. As long as you don't leave, you will be the veterans of the company in the future and have many opportunities for promotion."

"Yes, Mr. Li, we must study hard and work hard."

The Kimberly-Clark auction site was on the eighth floor of another high-end office building. It took more than an hour to drive there. Chen Feng and Niu Sanpang were already waiting at the door downstairs.

"Young Master Li, Golden Eye, you have counted. Tell me quickly, the four paintings in Datong Auction House yesterday are all imitations?"

"Do you not believe my eyesight, or what you hear?" Li Mo put his arms around his shoulders and walked inside, "Three fat, your weight loss is not effective."

"Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, you haven't answered me yet?"

"Sure and sure, but what do you want to do?"

"Li Shao, you don't understand. People who can paint tens of millions or hundreds of millions to buy a painting are rare high-end people in the collectors and investment circles. Normally, they also recognize the brand. If such a big event happens to Datong Auction House, don’t even think about getting involved with them in the future.”

"It's even said that they can be beaten to the end with a stick, and tens of millions of things are actually imitations. What a terrible truth."

Li Mo didn't answer his words, this was a matter between them, and it was inconvenient for him to get involved.

"Why are you free this afternoon?"

"Follow you in and see if there will be any big news at the Kimberly-Clark Auction House." Niu Sanpang smiled, looked at the guests who had already signed in and said in a low voice, "Because the first round of our first round has exploded. At noon, we received the news that Kimberly-Clark will exhibit a Qing Qianlong famille rose 'Longevity Longevity' gourd vase in the afternoon show, creating momentum for the perfect ending of the next autumn auction."

Li Mo paused, and said in disbelief: "Twelve years ago, at a Sotheby's auction on Hong Kong Island, the same Qing Dynasty Qianlong pastel 'Wan Shou Lian Yan' gourd bottle was sold for 12 The high price of billions."

"Is the Qianlong pastel gourd vase from Kimberly-Clark the same model? Have you obtained relevant information in advance?"

In order to suppress the New Century Auction House, Kimberly-Clark Auctions is throwing out the king bomb.

Niu Sanpang waved his hand. If he got the information, he would not have entered the arena in person to see the style of the Qianlong pastel gourd vase in advance.

(End of this chapter)