Let You Dig Treasure, You Dug Out The Tomb Of The Emperor!

Liu Haisheng packed the brush and put it aside with the inkstone.

Although he didn't set a price, he had a price for these two items in his heart.

If this is broken, he can't afford to pay.

Liu Haisheng looked into the box and said, "There's nothing left, half a box of small yellow croakers. What is this?

He took out something, which was wrapped in several layers of kraft paper bags.

He gently untied the kraft paper bag layer by layer, and there was a letter lying quietly inside.

The envelope is very new. The so-called new refers to the newness left over from that era to today.

There was no writing on the envelope, nothing.

"It should be a silver note."

He didn't see the banknotes in the box, guessing that it might contain banknotes.

"Mr. Lu, you can open this letter. 35

Liu Haisheng handed the letter over.

"it is good."

Lu Yuan took the letter and squeezed it with his hand first, it was very thin.

Immediately, he tore a small opening along the edge of the envelope to make sure that nothing was damaged, and then continued to tear.

The envelope was torn open, he took out the contents and handed it to Liu Haisheng.

Not a bank note, but a letter.

The stationery is not big, just bigger than the student workbook.

Liu Haisheng unfolded the letter, and the content on the paper came out, and the drone shot clearly.

But they are all calligraphy, and they are written in running script. You have to read each character by character before you can read it.

Liu Haisheng's literary literacy is obviously not comparable to that of ordinary people. In his opinion, running script has no obstacles.

The characters are written vertically from the right and left to the left. At first glance, it is the habit of that era.

From the first paragraph: Mr. Kangde.

Liu Haisheng scanned it quickly. When he read it word for word, and saw the final inscription, he was like being struck by lightning. He was on the spot, and the hands holding the letter were probably too excited and trembled.

Someone noticed something was wrong.

"Mr. Liu, what's wrong?"

"Is this a letter?"

"What's written on the paper?"

"One Thirty Seven"

They couldn't see the content, but judging from Liu Haisheng's reaction, the letter was probably not written with a formula for controlled nuclear fusion?

Netizens saw it clearly, but they couldn't understand it.

In addition, his hands were shaking so badly that those who could understand couldn't read carefully.

Xu Zhonglin asked, "Old Liu, what's wrong?"

"Suck~"

Taking a deep breath, Liu Haisheng's voice still trembled uncontrollably: "This letter was written by Mr. Zhou!"5

"Mr. Zhou?

Xu Zhonglin asked, "Which Mr. Zhou?"

Liu Haisheng said word by word, "Mr. Shuren!"

"Shuren... Zhou, Zhou Shuren!" Xu Zhonglin's shrunken pupils reflected the figure of Liu Haisheng in front of him.

"Is this a letter from Brother Xun?

"Grass the grass, is this writing left by Brother Xun?"

"Old Lu dug up Brother Xun's box?"

Hearing Zhou Shuren's name, the live broadcast room immediately exploded.

Zhou Shuren and Lu Xun.

This is a well-known literary master!

The great man once said that the direction of Mr. Lu is the direction of the new culture of Longguo.

It can be seen that this person has a pivotal position in the modern history of the Dragon Kingdom!

Lu Yuan was also a little surprised.

It was this person's letter.

After the people at the scene reacted, they all came together, wanting to see the real face.

The cultural giant of the 20th century, with the sharpest words, argued with the warlords, wrote the battle, and showed the spirit of an upright literati to the fullest!

Such a person, even if he has long since passed away, still has a great influence in the contemporary era, even on the Internet.

This is very scary.

There were not a few literary masters of that era.

But looking at it now, only Mr. Zhou can achieve a household name!

"Little Lu, I want this letter!" Fang Haihao said, "The price is whatever you want!

Lu Yuan:

Whatever I do, is there such a deal? I think you are embarrassing me.

But he also saw it, Fang Hai was excited.

However, as soon as Fang Hai finished speaking, Lao Yang immediately said: "How much money Lao Fang pays, I will add one million more!

"Old Yang, you are going too far!"

"How much Lao Fang and Lao Yang paid, I'll add one million more." Lao Yuan, the only one who could play with the two of them, joined the battlefield with a smile.

Lao Yang's face darkened: "Lao Yuan, don't argue with me about this."

Lao Yuan shook his head: "I'll leave the rest to you, I want this letter."

None of the three let anyone else, and the others wanted to get involved, but looking at their determined attitude, these people didn't have the strength to fight.

"Gods fight.""

"Can't be bothered. Can't be bothered. 39

"It's so ferocious, and the price increase is in millions."

"Is this the world of local tyrants? I'm so envious, I really want to join.

"It's still my brother Xun who is awesome, a letter that instantly kills all the babies! 95

"I just want to know, how much is this letter worth?"

"It won't be less than five million, will it?"

"Five million? You look down on my brother Xun! 35

"The price may not be particularly expensive, and don't think that Brother Xun's letter must be sky-high, but this significance is by no means comparable to other treasures.

They understand, and so do people like Fang Hai.

In their opinion, the silver dollar, Kangxi's pen, Ji Xiaolan's inkstone, no matter how precious, their meaning is not as precious as this letter.

In the words of the cultural circle, some people's words, even if they block space and isolate time, can still feel their unyielding destiny, their cry to the times, and their pursuit of freedom!

And Mr. Zhou's words can make them feel all this.

Liu Haisheng reluctantly read it several times, folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and returned it to Lu Yuan.

He looked at the box and said, "I'm really curious, who is the owner of this box."5

Unfortunately, only from the things in the box, it is difficult to verify.

The only thing the box can trace its identity to is this letter.

But this letter was sent by Mr. Zhou to Mr. Tao.

Mr. Tao is in the north, so it wouldn't be him.

This is also a mess.

"Mr. Liu, how much is this letter? 99

"I said, there is no price today, and when the auction house comes over, you can ask him. 35

This kind of thing comes out too rarely.

Maybe, but he hadn't heard of it.

Let him set a price, and he can't decide.

Li Huakai has been in this line for a long time, and he may know something.

Lu Yuan said: "Wait, wait until Mr. Li arrives. 99

Several people just sat down, but they were still arguing.

"Old Yang, leave this to me. I won't rob you of any good things that Xiao Lu digs up in the future."

"No talk, I definitely want this letter.

"You guys, alas." Fang Haidao: "If you want me to tell me, if you two want to read this letter, I will lend you a period of time, will it work?

The two looked at him like a fool.

Who is this making an idiot?

In the process of waiting, the letter also caused an uproar on the Internet.

#Mr. Lu Xun's letter comes out#

"Seeking wealth and wealth at risk, Lao Lu dismantled a landmine and dug up tens of millions!"

"He's meow, it's really Mr. Zhou's letter!

"Is this letter of great value?

"Stop talking about millions."

"I even counted it, not counting punctuation marks, there are 220 words in total.

"I just went to the live broadcast room to take a look, and a few big guys got into a quarrel there and almost got into a fight. 39

"Isn't it a letter?

"Mr. Zhou's letter is very important!"

"Believe it or not, if Lao Lu gave this letter to the museum, the museum would fight.

"What are you thinking? Old Lu would only do this kind of thing when he has a brain.

Half an hour later, Li Huakai arrived.

With him, there are several cars.

More than a dozen elderly people got in and out of the car, and they were generally over fifty years old.

Putting on a Confucian shirt, stepping on cloth shoes, with a brisk pace that does not match his age, he came quickly towards the backyard of the farmhouse.

Li Huakai didn't think much, and walked over.

When he came to the backyard, he saw a group of familiar faces, who were about to go up to say hello, and the old men who came with him rushed over one step faster than him.

Really rushed over.

With that sturdy figure and agile pace, Li Huakai felt that his burst speed was not as fast as one or two.

"Mr. Lu!"

These old men immediately surrounded Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan was stunned: "Master, you... have something to do with me?

The old man said: "Introduce myself, my dear Fu Xiuwen, president of the Tianhou Palace Painting and Calligraphy Institute, and president of the Jiangnan Painting and Calligraphy Association.

"I lost, another big man!"

"A letter has attracted many bigwigs."

"It's Mr. Fu. This is a great boss, a contemporary calligrapher. It is said that he has some relatives with Mr. Fu Baoshi."

Several people at the scene knew him, and their hearts sank when they saw him coming.

Usually when you see it, you will definitely greet you with a smile, but on this occasion, why are you here to pick peaches?

Fang Hai asked, "Old Master, why are you here?"

Not only he came, but also many other members of the Calligraphy and Painting Association.

In the circle of calligraphy and painting, ordinary people can't get into it.

No matter how rich you are, in the eyes of these people, you are still stinky and rich.

To say that there are levels in the circle, the painting and calligraphy circle definitely despises the top of the chain.

After many people become rich, they will try to join circles such as the Writers Association, in order to wash away the temperament and image of the nouveau riche.

But in these circles, money is not easy.

Fang Hai reluctantly intersected with this circle a bit, but he himself never thought of integrating, it was just that he had bought some antique calligraphy and paintings before, and Fu Xiuwen took the initiative to find him and wanted to borrow it.

"Old Fang? Are you here?

"I've been here all the time." Fang Hai asked, "What are you doing here?

Fu Xiuwen smiled lightly and said, "I heard that Mr. Lu has a good Duan inkstone and brush here, and I want to come over to inquire about the price.

Fang Hai had already guessed it, but he didn't say anything after hearing the words.

He patted Li Huakai on the shoulder: "Little Li, help set a price."

Li Huakai nodded and stepped forward: "Mr. Lu, let me take a look at the inkstone and brush. 35

"random.

He picked up the inkstone, and Fu Xiuwen and a group of calligraphers and painters were staring at him, and those eyes made Li Huakai very uncomfortable.

On the way here, Li Huakai has done his homework, and at this time he is just going through the process.

The authenticity of the inkstone has been identified by Liu Haisheng, and there will be no fakes.

After reading the inkstone, look at the brush.

A few minutes later, Li Huakai said: "Ji Xiaolan has quite a few inkstones, and a lot of them have gone to auctions. This inkstone is one of the top grades, and there are poems and brushstrokes in the inkstone... The most recent one sold for 8.8 million inkstones. , That side is slightly worse, and it was already two years ago. For this side, I estimate 10 million, um, the transaction price.

"This pen has a high artistic component, and there have been auction records of the same type. My estimate is 5 million."

"Worge, five million a pen!""

"This is an antique, and antiques are not for human use.

"After doing the math, adding the two silver dollars, it's 38 million, and it's almost the same as yesterday's box."

"There's another letter, and that's the big deal! 35

As soon as the price came out, Fu Xiuwen said, "Mr. Lu, I want this pen!

He is not the master of money. Among contemporary calligraphers, he is a leader.

His calligraphy has been auctioned for a high price of 8 million.

This is a contemporary, living calligrapher.

If he died, the price would have to double at least a few times.

But even so, he couldn't bear the price of Fang Yantai.

Brush, you can fight for it.

Fu Xiuwen glanced at Fang Hai and the others who wanted to make a bid, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "Old Fang, can these guys give this old man a face?35

Fang Haidao: "After a while, my father's 80th birthday, if you write a congratulatory message, I won't argue with you about this brush.

Fu Xiuwen nodded: "It's just that there is no such thing, and it is appropriate for my uncle to write a congratulatory speech."

Fang Hai laughed loudly: "Okay, Old Fu is quite refreshing.

Lao Yuan and Lao Yang were moved. Although they didn't have the idea of ​​joining this circle, it was a good thing that Fu Xiuwen's status owed him a favor.

Moreover, their minds are not on the brush, and there is no need to compete with a person who is addicted to writing.

The two nodded: "Mr. Fu speaks, it's easy to talk."

Others did not fight.

Fu Xiuwen looked at Lu Yuan: "Mr. Lu, how about this 5 million yuan?"

"No problem." Lu Yuan nodded.

Fu Xiuwen was in a hurry to come to the bank account and transfer money on the spot.

Money arrives, delivery.

Fu Xiuwen was holding a brush, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Fang Hai glanced around and said, "No one has bid, so I want this inkstone. 35

Lao Yang and Lao Yuan didn't say a word, they tried their best to grab the letter.

Fang Hai called Finance to arrange the transfer.

Fu Xiuwen and his party were about to leave, but they saw that they had no intention of leaving.

Can't help but be a little curious: "Lao Fang, are you not going?

Fang Hai shook his head: "No hurry.

When the money arrived, he took the inkstone in his hand and rubbed it, feeling the delicate touch of the inkstone, and said, "Xiao Li, let's identify it."

"it is good.""

Li Huakai took the letter and moved gently, unfolding it very slowly.

For fear of being too strong, the letter paper will be damaged.

"Trust?" Fu Xiuwen and his party cast curious glances.

Along the way, they only focused on discussing pens and inkstones. They didn't watch the live broadcast later, and they didn't know what letter it was.

Fu Xiuwen walked to Li Huakai's side, stood on tiptoe, and probed his brain.

Fang Hai coughed lightly: "Old Master, what are you looking at?"

Fu Xiuwen: "What kind of letter is this?"

"Mr. Zhou's letter.""

"Mr. Zhou? Which Mr. Zhou.""

"Mr. Zhou Shuren."

"Oh... Zhou Shuren? Mr. Zhou's letter!"

Fu Xiuwen was so excited that he almost broke the brush he just bought for 5 million.

"Where did this letter come from? What was it written on?"

"Xiaolu dug it out."

"This letter... can you show it to me?" He didn't say to buy it, but seeing the eager eyes of these people, he also knew that he would not be able to get the letter.

"You have to talk to Xiao Lu.

"B"

"Wait." Lu Yuan didn't refuse.

Fu Xiuwen's group suppressed their excitement, they felt that this trip was really worthless.

Mr. Zhou's letter, handwritten letter!

If you can see it, how lucky it is.

After reading it, Li Huakai handed the letter back to Lu Yuan, pondering for a moment, "This letter was written by Mr. Zhou to Mr. Tao Kangde, Mr. Tao is also a famous literary master, and was Mr. Lin Yutang's right-hand man in literature and newspaper publications. .""

"According to my investigation, 18 of the letters Mr. Zhou wrote to Mr. Tao Kangde have survived, all of which are now in the collection of the National Library. This one is the only authentic letter that has survived.

"So I can only give a rough price based on some other literati manuscripts and letters that have been auctioned."

He pondered for a moment and gave his estimate: "If Mr. Lu handed it over to our auction house, we will set the starting price at 8 million. As for the transaction price, I cannot estimate it. 35

Under normal auction conditions, the transaction price of popular objects is much higher than the starting price.

If this letter is put up for auction, it will be an absolute hit, and it will attract the attention of people from all walks of life, even museums and other institutions.

The final transaction price may reach a rather terrifying level.

"Lao Yuan, Lao Yang. 35

Fang Hai pulled the two of them aside and talked in a low voice, not knowing what to say.

The three chatted for about five minutes and came back.

Fang Hai smiled and said: "This letter is 220 words, then I will buy it at the price of 100,000 words per word! 22 million, Xiao Lu, how about it?"