The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

This is a gold jar similar to a small Chinese pottery jar. It has no lid. The diameter of the mouth can be twelve or three centimeters, and the depth is about half the diameter. The bottom of the jar is surrounded by a complex circle formed by four strips of gold pillars. foot.

Zhang Nan took the jar from Lin Ming, and felt that it weighed three kilograms, pressed his hands, and was quite thick.

The tank body is not the golden yellow that gold products usually present, but is inclined to earth yellow. The gold purity of this thing is not particularly high.

There are complicated flowing water-shaped lines on the surface, the waist at the middle part is narrowed, and on the complicated foot circle, there are two monster heads resembling the heads of Chinese dragons.

But it is not a dragon, it should be a totem of a snake.

Noting that Dr. Hans on one side was very excited, Zhang Nan handed him the jar.

If the boss didn't say to check in now, no one else would move, let alone Hans as an outsider.

The doctor's eyes were bright, and he held the jar and looked at it for a while before he said: "It should be a product of the early Inca Empire. The degree of gold extraction is not high. It may be a thousand years ago!

This should be a ceremonial vessel..."

As he said, pointing to several complicated lines repeated three times in a row on the tank, he said, "Look, these are the images of deer. The gold utensils used for sacrifice in the Inca Empire often have sculptures of deer, eagle, and toad.

This is an early product, so the description is relatively simple, or simply abstract.

By the end of the Inca Empire, these animal shapes became very realistic, and the purity of gold products was much higher..."

Hans-Xinmo talks a lot, and experts are experts, and Zhang Nan can't judge the approximate production time of this golden pot at all.

It is obviously a very wise choice to allow such a person to organize the Inca empire's cultural relics for himself.

This Hans finally said it all, a little reluctant to hand the gold pot back to Zhang Nan, his eyes still revealing the desire to explore, generally looking towards the cave.

But Zhang Nan didn't answer it, but Randy on one side took it and placed it on the ground outside the cave in such an upright manner.

This thing is in the way, let it go, it won't fly anyway!

Curious baby Charlie didn't pay attention to that jar anymore, let alone other people.

Everyone has their own responsibilities. Like Xiang Weirong, Guan Xingquan and others, their only interest is to see what the legendary Inca Golden Temple is like.

As for gold...

I'm tired of seeing it a long time ago, that's it.

Finally, Zhang Nan asked the bodyguard for a helmet with headlights, which was the intention of going into the hole.

And Guan Xingquan ordered people to send a portable generator, matching lighting fixtures, and electrical wires to the workshop.

Since the cave is a golden temple, long-term lighting with flashlights and headlights alone is not a solution.

There were not many people, so Lin Ming led the team, Zhang Nan, Xiang Weirong, Guan Xingquan, Hans, plus a few core old folks, and of course the curious baby Charlie was indispensable.

When a dozen people entered the cave, they felt that the temperature was similar to that outside, and there was no cold smell. The air was still relatively dry and not damp.

Many places at the bottom of the cave are traces of man-made rest, and the walls of the cave are getting wider and wider, and there are many images of animals, people, and monsters painted on it.

There is no time to study what those reliefs are for the time being. If you go inside, you can look like more than a hundred meters, and the space will suddenly become bigger!

This is a huge space with a height of thirty to forty meters and a depth of forty to fifty meters. The lights shine through, and many places are golden!

Those are strangely shaped statues of all sizes, and some of their heads wear golden hats that resemble peacocks.

The temple in the cave, the relief on the cave wall, there are actually many gold stickers!

And in the corner on the side of the "cave hall" just entered, there was a long pile of gold products.

Golden crowns, golden masks, little golden men, and even golden boats made of gold pieces.

Zhang Nan didn't rush around in a hurry, but took pictures with a bright flashlight, then walked aside and picked up a golden human face mask made of thin gold.

The figure on the mask has a movable nose ring, giving people a weird feeling, probably the ancient Inca nobles looked like this.

The mask was held in his hand and felt it carefully, and there was no subtle sensation of touching the distant time.

It's not a culture that I am familiar with, and I can't find the fascinating feeling, a little disappointed!

I walked forward for a while and looked at a few weirdly shaped and linear-shaped idols, and then said to Hans: "I will take away the cultural relics that can be moved and taken away without destroying the original temple structure.

In the next few days, you will study while taking notes and enjoy it. You will sort it out after you arrive in the United States.

I think that after moving back the things here, you will be busy every few years..."

There are too many. According to Zhang Nan's judgment, the weight of this gold product may be dozens of tons, but there are so many pieces!

The ones on the side of the hall may have been withdrawn from the temple of Cusk, but even if 1,000 soldiers were transported, they would only cost 20 to 30 tons. There were so many varieties of them.

This will be a mess, and God knows how many pieces are in it.

And this cave temple itself also has a large amount of gold products, the quantity and weight of this part are even slightly more than those piled up.

"Mr. Allen, the whole temple is going to be moved?" Hans Simer asked at this time.

Zhang Nan smiled, under the light, this smile is a little weird!

"Why do I want a temple? I don't want the gods covered with gold, including the layer of gold.

Just let them stay here, I am not interested in temples, I hate this stuff.

Of course, all the gold products that can be moved without scraping or peeling are taken away. Otherwise, I'm sorry for our identity and this treasure hunt itself, don't you think?"

Without him answering, Zhang Nan said: "The Incas are unlucky enough, and the culture is cut off, and it is left to the indigenous people here to develop themselves in the future.

Not broken..."

After a pause ~www.readwn.com~ I felt something wrong again, and then asked Xiang Weirong: "Brother-in-law, do you want to scrape the ground three feet here and blow up the hole?"

Xiang Weirong was watching this with a flat golden villain. Hearing this, he said in dialect: "Forget it, you have done enough wicked things."

"Okay, just do what you said."

For lack of virtue, Xiang Weirong knows how much his brother-in-law has done: bombing the diamond temple of African primitive culture, and listening to Guan Xingquan’s talk about burning the ancient tombs of the exquisite ancient city, as for taking away the cultural relics in the pyramid A matter.

One bad thing is enough, Xiang Weirong feels that it is better not to completely destroy this strange Inca temple.

It's not the opinion that ruining the temple is bad. This foreign temple is still a temple with a broken foundation. Xiang Weirong doesn't care, but thinks that it is better to bury a civilization mark so thoroughly.

Too much, wicked!

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