The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

Under the heavy award, there must be a brave man, not to mention just digging through the construction waste-but the bodyguards did not move, but the armed driver came forward to negotiate with the construction workers and let the workers do it.

Jackson was also very thoughtful and dismissed the street stall first.

The man didn't have a temper at all, and he thought he was dealing with the Mafia: As for the three Asian faces of Zhang Nan, it is not surprising that there are more than 100 Mafia families, who have few friends!

Perhaps a friend of a certain Mafia family came to Italy. As for whether it is Japanese or Chinese, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that the $500 in the pocket is real.

The mafia is not a small gangster, and it is still a little bit rule-based, and generally has nothing to do with ordinary people.

Watching the construction workers quickly clean up the trash pile like a hill, and the bodyguards on the side stared at them, Xiang Weirong and Guan Xingquan took over the two copies of "Yongle Dadian" in Zhang Nan's hands and flipped through them.

"This is the original?"

"The copy of Jiajing's copy, the original may be taken under the ground by Emperor Jiajing. But this is also precious, I really didn't expect to hit it in Rome."

Zhang Nan is in a good mood, this is a bigger harvest than buying back a bunch of Qing Dynasty official kiln porcelain!

Xiang Weirong and Guan Xingquan were Chinese, had gone to school and served as a soldier, and heard of this great book even if they were ignorant, although they didn't know much about it: just like Xiang Weirong asked a layman.

But Nicole and Jenny were at a loss: they only saw these few books are very precious, otherwise they would not rush to the construction site to dig through the garbage dump.

"Ellen, this thing is precious?"

Zhang Nan didn't speak here, but nodded, then turned to look at the group of construction workers working hard.

"Jack, what did you tell the Italians?"

Originally thought Jackson and the others would do it themselves, but they didn't expect that they would still guard their duties as a bodyguard even if they were rewarded.

"Twenty thousand lire for a loose page, one million lire for the whole book, that's it."

I calculated it in my mind, and by the way, I spit on the Italian currency, which has a horribly large face value, and found that Jackson is really black!

Jackson was very cool, and he didn't say a single word if he was worried that any Italians could understand English.

Feeling a little thirsty, and the **** on the construction site turned to dust, Zhang Nan turned and got into his bulletproof car.

The two girls got in too and packed a few books in a clean plastic bag.

"Ellen, this book must be very precious, otherwise you wouldn't do it like this. Isn't there a few missing copies?"

Hearing what Jenny said, Zhang Nan smiled: "It will never be a complete set. This is the largest set of encyclopedias in the history of the world!"

The world is the largest, two girls can understand, absolutely indispensable with this prefix!

"This is a super-large encyclopedia compiled under the order of the third emperor of the Ming Dynasty in China, and it is a collection of documents in the style of an encyclopedia of China.

There are 22937 volumes in the whole book, and the catalog accounted for 60 volumes. If I remember correctly, there were 11095 volumes at the beginning, about 370 million words.

A real masterpiece! The entire book is a collection of seven to eight thousand Chinese ancient and modern books, but the original version of "Yongle Dadian" may have been taken into the tomb to be buried by a Ming emperor, and most of the copies died in the war. There are currently more than 800 volumes. Scattered all over the world, it may add up to less than 400 volumes.

The British "Encyclopedia Britannica" stated in the "Encyclopedia" entry: This "Yongle Dadian" is the largest encyclopedia in the history of the world. "

Speaking and pointing to a few books wrapped around him, he said: "These books seem to be part of an ancient religion that has been passed down to the present in China. I will have to take a look at it. It is most likely that they have been lost. classic."

"Are there no copies of religious classics?"

Nicole is very strange. As a matter of principle, this kind of religious books should be often equipped in various religious places, and there can be no only one or two.

"Do you know the Meng Yuan Empire? This ancient Chinese native religion is called Taoism. It experienced a devastating blow during the Meng Yuan Dynasty. The rulers of the Yuan Dynasty burned almost all books on Taoism.

In the Ming Dynasty, the Taoist classics circulating around the world were less than one-third of that in the Song and Yuan Dynasties. And this "Yongle Dadian" records all the Taoist classics before the Ming Dynasty to the greatest extent, and many of them are actually dictated by Taoists, that is, religious people you call, because the books have been burned by the Mongols! "

Of course, Nicole and Jenny knew the Mongols. From textbooks in Europe and the United States, you can know how powerful the Mongolian army was at that time!

The two girls are very smart, and they didn't ask why the book was in Italy: it was either the British-French coalition or the eight-nation coalition! Since knowing that Zhang Nan likes antiques, the two have deliberately learned about this common sense.

At this moment, Jackson came over and knocked on the window: "Boss, find a few."

I picked it up when I got off the car. It was not the whole book. The content was messy. It seemed to be part of the medical skills. The first page seemed to have a calming prescription for the treatment of convulsions in children.

"Keep looking, there may be more."

He said, handing three pages to the two people in the car: "Put it up."

Ten minutes later, the construction workers intermittently found more than a dozen pages, and they should all be in the same volume, with prescriptions of Chinese medicine on them.

Seeing that the trash piles become less and less, Zhang Nan feels that the hope of finding more pages is getting smaller and smaller-below are some shabby tables, chairs and benches. This should be the first trash thrown out when tidying up the house. .

Suddenly, I heard Guan Xingquan, who was working as the "supervisor", yelled "stop" twice in English!

The Italian still understood the English word, and quickly stopped working.

Guan Xingquan went up to pick up something, and Zhang Nan looked like a broken scroll of calligraphy and painting.

As soon as he took it and opened it, Zhang Nan immediately rolled it up again, "Brother Guan, stare at me to death!"

Guan Xingquan could understand what Zhang Nan's eyes meant, and walked over to Jackson to whisper a few words.

After shouting, Zhang Nan walked into the car~www.readwn.com~ after sitting in, opened a folding table in the middle, and then opened the scroll very carefully.

It is said that it is a scroll, but it is actually very small. The height of the picture mounted in the middle is only 25 cm in height and less than 40 cm in length.

The color is extremely yellow, and there is a woman in a long robe with wide sleeves sitting on the floor sideways. There is an empty desk in front of the woman, a tripod and a bean on the side, and eight small characters written vertically in the upper right corner.

There is also a red stamp on the screen, but it can't be distinguished because of its age and poor preservation.

The lines of the entire painting are extremely simple, and the frame is empty, which is a bit nondescript!

Nicole two can't appreciate this kind of Chinese style figure painting, really can't understand it!

He took out his magnifying glass and said to Jenny: "Lend me your mask." (to be continued)). If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote, your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read. )