"Brother Ye, I hope you can help us!”
In the coffee shop, Ye Han was sitting with the old man in front of her.
Ouyang Nana had already left. After settling the problem, the old man made a request, which was to find a place to talk.
As soon as he sat there, the old man revealed his identity.
He used to be the director of the State Administration of Cultural Relics. Now that he had retired, he had never been idle and had been working for the country.
He loved cultural relics and had a habit of wandering around Panjiayuan whenever he had nothing to do.
Today, he saw this incident happen unexpectedly. He was about to leave when he suddenly saw Ye Han make a move.
In just half an hour, he found two rare treasures in the shop. He was immediately attracted.
It could be said that the old man was certain that Ye Han had some unexpected ability to accurately know the authenticity of the cultural relics.
So much so that he wanted to ask for a favor from Ye Han.
This favor was to represent the country and go overseas to purchase cultural relics!!!
That's right. Recently, China had been organizing something. This was something that the country would pay to let collectors go overseas. Sell some cultural relics back.
The loss of Chinese cultural relics was originally not great, and it had been in the late Qing Dynasty.
The government's inaction had led to the loss of many cultural relics to foreigners.
Especially when the Eight-Nation Alliance marched into the Old Summer Palace, countless rare treasures and cultural relics that represented China were all plundered.
This time, the M Nation was preparing for a grand cultural relics trade fair.
However, no matter how big the auction was, there was a possibility of fakes appearing.
One had to know that with modern technology, it was very easy to fake it. Because of this, China had sold countless fake goods back. It was a small matter that they had lost their faces. The main thing was that the real treasure had always been in the hands of others, and China was like a monkey, being played around by others!
Therefore, the old man wanted Ye Han to work with the Chinese collectors to help China recover the cultural relics.
Hearing this, Ye Han didn't think much and immediately agreed.
Hearing Ye Han's agreement, the old man smiled and thanked him continuously.
There were two reasons for agreeing to this.
First, if he agreed, his network would expand and he would be able to get to know many leaders. In the future, if he encountered similar matters, he could basically solve them with a phone call. It would be infinitely helpful to him.
Secondly, he was also a Chinese and a descendant of the Yellow Emperor. He was also unhappy to see something passed down from his ancestors lost in another country!!
Soon, the old man looked at the time and said goodbye to Ye Han. He also expressed that he would send a car to pick Ye Han up tomorrow morning.
…..
The next day, Ye Han woke up early and saw a black Audi waiting downstairs.
He rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and found a set of clothes that looked decent. He casually matched them and took a backpack with him.
As soon as Ye Han arrived downstairs, the chauffeur walked up to her politely.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Zhang told me to wait for you here!”
Elder Zhang was the old man from before. His real name was Zhang Tian, and he was already 63 years old.
Ye Han nodded and got into the car. The driver drove very steadily. Ye Han did not feel any bumps along the way. After more than half an hour, he arrived at the most mysterious place in China.
This place was called Zhonghai.
Even Ye Han herself did not expect that she would be able to come to this place one day.
It could be said that being able to come to this place was enough to brag for a lifetime. Because this was where the top leaders of Huaxia gathered and held meetings.
After a series of procedures, there was an armed police guard every five meters. Ye Han was searched three times.
It was a ten-minute journey, but it took them more than an hour to get inside.
Soon, Mr. Zhang was already waiting at the door. When he saw Ye Han, he instantly revealed a kind smile and led him in.
Mr. Zhang reminded them softly when they entered the venue.
"There will be a big shot coming today. At that time, we still need Little Brother Ye to display his ability!”
Hearing that a big shot was coming, Ye Han was slightly excited, but it was only for a moment.
After obtaining the kidnapping system, he had experienced life and death, transmigration, and so many unbelievable things. It could be said that nothing could disturb his state of mind.
However, he did not expect to meet someone familiar here.
Yes, when Ye Han stepped in, she saw a familiar face.
This acquaintance was Tang Yan's grandfather, Tang Fei.
However, Tang Fei seemed to be chatting with someone else at the moment and did not see Ye Han.
If Tang Fei saw it, who knew how excited he would be.
"This is the master you mentioned?”
When Mr. Zhang brought Ye Han into the hall, a few old men revealed disdainful looks.
The reason was very simple. How could such an important matter be allowed to be done by a young kid?
"Hmph, you guys better not talk nonsense!”
When Mr. Zhang heard this, he was instantly furious. Ye Han was someone he had begged for a long time. If she was angered away by these people, who knew what he would do.
"I can't be bothered to talk to you. Before we returned to the topic, this Tang Sancai is really rare. It should be one of the rare Eight Horses.”
The old man sitting on the sofa did not argue with Mr. Zhang. He immediately returned to the previous topic and pointed at a bowl on the table.
The color of the dishes was bright, and it was obvious that they were treasures that could not be obtained.
The surrounding collectors and cultural relics experts nodded and agreed.
"It's fake!"
At this moment, Ye Han took a glance at her and said softly.
And this light sentence was like adding oil to the fire on dry wood. The old man who had bragged earlier was instantly furious!
"Bullshit!"
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