City: I'm Really Not Rich

"we can only do this."

Du Botao nodded, a worried look rose between his brows.

Shan Guangfei and Liu Chenggui were still frowning.

Their ability to understand Liu Yu, especially his sophistication, was quite astonishing among historians of their time. I really don't know how many people would be fooled by him.

If this summit is still ambiguous, it will be even more difficult to prove the Great Xia Kingdom in the future.

"Okay, let's move on to tomorrow's business, Mr. Zhang..."

Du Botao turned his head to look at Zhang Chen's position, but found that Zhang Chen, who was just sitting in the seat and listened with great interest, had disappeared.

"What about Mr. Zhang?

He glanced at Su Xinyi and the others in confusion, and found that they were just as dazed as he was~.

At this time, Zhang Chen had already returned to his bedroom, looking at a small box on the bedside table, twitching his chin in thought.

A few days ago, the crew came over to eat and drink, set off fireworks, and spend all kinds of money on targets, and finally spent a few dollars, plus the one dollar he rushed into the game before and the scattered ones, finally Is to make up five - points.

I took a shot last night, but what I got was a rare art selection box.

Now, for him, that's the same thing as cherished works of art. It's enough to hang a few good paintings at home to pretend to be cowardly. If you like the rest, you can go to the auction house to buy them.

Artwork drawn from the lottery is completely black.

Relationships and skills are more fragrant.

He was so disappointed that he couldn't think of any cherished artwork he wanted for a while, so he just put it on the bedside and ignored it.

"I don't know if this Sword of the King of Xia is a work of art. 35

Zhang Chen mumbled and knocked on the lid of the box, expressing his thoughts.

When he lifted the lid, he was delighted. Inside was a long sword with mottled rust.

"Hey, there really is.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the sword, stretched it halfway, thinking that the grease on the hands of people Su Xinyi said might be harmful to the cultural relics, he stopped again, thought about it, and simply walked downstairs with the box directly.

"President Shan, President Liu, look at the sword of the King of Xia you are talking about, is it this one?

He usually put the small box on the table, but when he opened it, it was like a thunderbolt, and the two old men jumped up from the chairs in shock.

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"Mr. Zhang, this is no joke. The Sword of the King of Xia is the handed down sword of the Xia Kingdom. It has similar effects to the subsequent jade seals, which were lost as early as the establishment of the Yin Shang Kingdom."

"According to the inscription on the bronze cauldron of the Yin Shang Kingdom, I am afraid it was the last King of Xia who threw his sword into the river and died. How can the vicissitudes of life for thousands of years be recovered?

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Shan Guangfei said so, but his hands kept shaking, subconsciously going to open the box.

Zhang Chen smiled.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. It's the bronze long sword in this batch of cultural relics. I thought it looked good and hung it in the bedroom. Now I listen to you and take it out for you to recognize.

"Of course it's best if it is, and if it's not, we can think of other ways."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to lift the lid, and the eyes of the four people on the table immediately shot over, and they all took a deep breath.

"It really is a bronze sword, and in terms of the degree of rust, it probably has a history of several thousand years.

Liu Chenggui swallowed his saliva and said softly.