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Chapter 157 Dirt
  No. 6 Xingyuan.

Main building.

A quiet corner.

Sitting on the antique mahogany sofa, Qi Yuan, the orthodox descendant of the Manchu royal family Aisin Gioro, became serious after hearing Yang Chen's words.

He took out a beautiful sandalwood box from his bag.

The sandalwood box is about 50 centimeters long, carved with dragons and phoenixes, exuding a hint of sandalwood fragrance and a sense of historical sedimentation.

It's a good thing at first glance.

Worth a fortune.

Qiyuan slowly opened the box of sandalwood bars.

Inside the box, lying on the noble golden satin, is a scabbard.

That's right.

scabbard!
  The scabbard is golden yellow.

The material is like metal and leather.

The body of the sheath is hollowed out with complex patterns.

It looks glittering, very delicate and beautiful, and eye-catching.

"Brother Yang, do you recognize this scabbard?"

At this time, Qi Yuan pointed at the golden scabbard in the sandalwood box and asked.

The gold sheath is very beautiful.

The material and workmanship are very high-end and luxurious.

When Yang Chen saw this scabbard for the first time, he immediately thought of one thing - the Qianlong imperial dagger [jade-carved handle covered with gold scabbard] that he put in the auction house.

The dagger was missing its scabbard.

Because it was incomplete, the market price was directly reduced by 2000 million.

The scabbard brought by Qi Yuan looks like a gold-covered scabbard.

Yang Chen couldn't tell whether it was the original gold-covered scabbard of his dagger, but it was obvious that Qi Yuan said he came here specifically for him, presumably for the dagger used by Emperor Qianlong.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen went straight to the point and said:

"Brother Qi, are you here for the [jade-carved handle covered with gold sheath] dagger?"

heard.

Qiyuan nodded.

"Yes!"

"I came here just for the dagger of my ancestors."

"This scabbard is the gold-covered scabbard of the [jade-carved handle and gold-covered scabbard]."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chen also nodded.

Qiyuan is the orthodox descendant of Aisin Gioro.

It is not unreasonable to say that it is something from his ancestors.

"I see."

"Then you can take the dagger at the auction tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Yuan pushed up his glasses and said sternly: "Brother Yang, if this was taken according to the normal process, I wouldn't come here to disturb you."

Speaking of this, Qi Yuan, who was originally gentle and polite, had a stern look in his eyes.

"May I ask, where did Brother Yang get that dagger?"

heard.

Yang Chen raised his eyebrows.

This question, if asked by an outsider, is harmless.

But it is indeed a bit presumptuous for people in the industry to ask.

According to the industry rules, antiques are not asked about their provenance or purchase price, because the things speak for themselves, and it all depends on one's own vision.

of course.

If you are a close friend.

Or it may be a need in certain aspects - such as identification, certain policies and regulations, etc.

Otherwise, we generally won’t ask.

"Brother Qi, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."

The origin of the dagger used by Emperor Qianlong was indeed a bit ridiculous, so Yang Chen naturally found it inconvenient to tell the truth. Seeing Qi Yuan's serious look, he asked directly.

See this. Qi Yuan frowned.

He said in a deep voice: "To be honest, that [jade-carved handle covered with gold sheath] dagger has been treasured and kept by our family since the death of Emperor Tianzu."

"I am a Qing warrior!"

"Use force to achieve meritorious service, and use horseback to conquer the world!"

"With clanking iron hoofs, we captured the land of China, this vast country."

Speaking of this, Qi Yuan's brows were full of condescending arrogance.

It seems that he is still immersed in the afterglow of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he is proud of his identity as an orthodox descendant of the royal family.

Yang Chen originally had a pretty good impression of Qi Yuan.

Gentle, polite, approachable, well-educated and polite.

But now, Yang Chen frowned, feeling a little repelled in his heart.

As a Han Chinese, the hatred between the country and the family in the past, right and wrong, under the policy of great national unity and the fifty-six ethnic groups are one flower, it is meaningless to settle the old scores again.

But in the past dynasties, Xinhua was probably the only one who could live as stably as the Manchu royal family in this dynasty.

and so.

I don’t ask you to be grateful, but at least put away your sense of superiority that has long perished with the Manchus and live like an ordinary citizen.

Is it not good?
  It's understandable that it comes out accidentally.

After all, everyone has the same Ah Q mentality that my ancestors also had.

But it would be inappropriate to talk about things with this mentality.

like now.

For you to talk to a Han Chinese about the glory of the Manchus and show off the pride of being a descendant of the royal family is not only inappropriate, it is simply heartbreaking!

This is like the descendants of the island country's war criminals telling the Chinese about the island country's great achievements in that war.

Isn't this looking for death?

"Brother Qi, please tell me the matter directly."

Some things are innate, such as identity. Maybe Qiyuan didn't want to show off his identity deliberately, but Yang Chen still frowned and slightly expressed his dissatisfaction.

The dissatisfaction between Yang Chen's eyebrows could be seen.

Qiyuan smiled faintly.

There was a trace of imperceptible contempt in his eyes - just like the contempt of a master for his slave.

"Sorry, I said too much."

Qiyuan looked very educated and polite, and continued: "I am a descendant of the Manchu royal family, and I attach great importance to and cherish the imperial weapons of Emperor Tianzu."

"It has been well kept."

"But due to an accident, this [jade-carved handle covered with gold sheath] dagger was stolen."

At this point, Qiyuan took out the gold-covered sheath from the sandalwood box: "I won't go into details about the specific situation. In short, a thief sneaked into my house and stole the royal weapon of my Emperor Tianzu."

"By some strange combination of circumstances, this scabbard was left behind."

"My clan is very saddened by the loss of Emperor Tianzu's personal weapon, and we vow to find it back no matter what the cost."

"As the eldest son of the Aisin Gioro family whose surname was changed to Qi, I am even more responsible."

"But since the dagger was stolen, no trace of it has been found."

"Until two days ago, a friend told me that he found this dagger in the preview area of ​​Christie's first auction in Changsha, so I hurried over."

Hearing this, Yang Chen frowned deeply.

With Qi Yuan's status, it makes sense for his family to have this ancestral relic.

And if what he said is true, then the dagger used by Emperor Qianlong is now dirty.

This dagger was brought by Wu Qianqian, the girl who was willing to die for him at Liu Yifeng's wedding and threatened to make a scene at the wedding with a dagger.

How Wu Qianqian got it, Yang Chen didn't know.

But if it's dirty, it's a problem.

Not to mention that if you pick up this leaky thing worth hundreds of millions, it is not impossible that you will be involved in a lawsuit, cause a lot of trouble, or even be arrested and squatted for a few days.

The money is gone, you can make it again.

If the leak is gone, you can pick it up again.

With the system, you don’t have to worry about missing out on opportunities to make a fortune.

But there’s no need to risk the mess!

(End of this chapter)