About forty minutes later, the commercial vehicle drove into North China University.
Looking at the young-looking girls and the big boys sweating on the court, Xiao Feng showed a smile.
College time should be the most memorable days in life, full of ups and downs and endless fun.
The commercial vehicle drove to the back of the museum, and Zheng Shaobin was waiting for him.
After Xiao Feng got out of the car, the two of them greeted each other warmly.
Next to Zheng Shaobin, there was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing glasses, elegant, and dressed simply.
"Director Wu, let me give you a solemn introduction."
"This is Mr. Xiao Feng, the benefactor of my Zheng family, and the donor of this official kiln in the Qing Dynasty."
Zheng Shaobin introduced with a smile: "Brother Feng, this is Wu Yongxin, a professor of the Department of Archeology of the School of History and the director of the museum."
"Hello, Director Wu!"
Xiao Feng took the initiative to reach out.
Wu Yongxin quickly held it with both hands and nodded repeatedly to thank him.
"Oops! Thank you Mr. Xiao for your strong support."
"On behalf of all the teachers and students of North China University, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you."
After a few polite words between the two parties, Xiao Feng sent someone to move the antiques into the museum.
Wu Yongxin then called two students to start counting and appraising all the antiques with him.
Everything must be recorded in a book, and there must be no counterfeiting, and it must be prevented from being subcontracted.
The donor must supervise on site, which is also a proof that if someone dares to steal and sell these antiques, the donor has the right to hold the school accountable.
Seeing these two large boxes of antiques made Wu Yongxin's eyes light up, but not with greed, but with excitement and excitement.
These Qing Dynasty official kilns are of great help to the study of Qing Dynasty history.
It took nearly two hours to count this batch of antiques. There were exactly fifty pieces, no more, no less, with a total value of over RMB 500 million.
Xiao Feng was able to donate all of it, and his courage was highly praised.
"Mr. Xiao, sincerely thank you for your contribution to the Chinese archaeological community."
"There will be a cultural relics exhibition later, and many experts and scholars will come. Please join us to appreciate it."
"There is a thank you banquet tonight. I have already told the dean that you must not postpone it."
Wu Yongxin thanked him again and smiled from ear to ear.
You don't need to think about it to know that Xiao Feng has donated so many antiques, so the school must entertain them grandly.
"Okay, then I'll follow Director Wu's arrangements."
Xiao Feng readily agreed.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the museum's exhibition began.
A large number of people came, including collectors, historians, antique enthusiasts, etc.
There are also many students who come to join in the fun. It seems that everyone is very interested in antiques. Regardless of whether they can understand them or not, they just like to appreciate them.
There was also a kind of person at the scene, wearing a Tang suit with various artifacts hanging on it, and holding a jade bamboo fan in his hand.
He was dressed very professionally, and those who didn't know better would have thought he was an expert.
In fact, if you ask him about cultural relics, he doesn't know shit. He is just here for a formality, taking photos and posting them on WeChat.
Zheng Shaobin left early, and Xiao Feng wandered around the museum alone.
This museum is indeed very large, covering the period from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms to the Republic of China.
Except that there are no cultural relics from the Mongol Empire, there are basically some from other dynasties, but the number varies.
Coming to the Tang Dynasty cultural relics area, Xiao Feng was inadvertently attracted by a weapon.
This is an incomplete Tang Hengdao. The blade is less than half a meter long, relatively narrow in width, and black in color.
Even after hundreds of years, the blade still shines with cold light, but it's a pity that only half of it is left.
The Japanese samurai sword is an imitation of the horizontal sword of the Tang Dynasty.
"Yeah? Isn't this Xiao Feng?"
Suddenly, a mocking voice came from my ears.
He turned around and saw that it was Lu Quanweng, the deputy leader of the Martial Alliance.
"Deputy Leader Lu, why are you here?"
"I should ask you this!"
Lu Quanweng said coldly: "I am a distinguished guest of the North China University Museum. This Tang Hengdao was donated by me."
"Oh! I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Xiao Feng cupped his hands and smiled.
Only then did he remember that Lu Quanweng was also an antique collector.
Last time, he smashed a lot of other people's fine porcelain and almost made the other person vomit blood.
"Boy, don't you have itchy hands again?"
"Don't worry, you can smash whatever you want today and I will never stop you."
Lu Quanweng had a wicked smile on his face.
These are the treasures of the country. If you dare to smash them, you will be put in jail.
"Deputy Leader Lu, did you go out without taking any medicine today? Or did you take too much medicine?"
Xiao Feng shook his head and laughed, do you think I am an idiot?
"What? Don't you dare to smash it?"
"Little bastard, let's settle the score slowly."
Lu Quanweng gritted his teeth with hatred.
Xiao Feng destroyed many of his treasures, especially the peerless picture of galloping horses. Now he can't buy it no matter how much money he spends. It's really heartbreaking.
"Oh, this is something from the palace of the Qing Dynasty."
"This is Qianlong's painting of apricot blossoms, a peerless treasure."
Suddenly, the Qing Dynasty exhibition area was crowded with people, and everyone was talking about it.
Xiao Feng stepped forward and saw that these were the batch of antiques he had sent.
Lu Quanweng also followed. Looking at these priceless cultural relics from the Qing Dynasty, he felt itchy and wanted to take them all for himself.
Xiao Feng picked up a piece of Qing Dynasty ceramics and slowly began to appreciate it.
Although this batch of antiques was donated by him, I haven't looked at it carefully so far.
"Boy, don't move this thing around."
"Where's the administrator? Put your things down quickly."
The people next to me were so anxious that they almost tried to grab it.
Xiao Feng was too lazy to pay attention to them. When he had finished admiring it and was about to put it back, there was a crisp sound and the ceramic in his hand hit the wall and broke on the spot.
This scene shocked the entire audience, and everyone was dumbfounded.
Only Lu Quanweng showed a sly smile, let's see how you end up.
"What's going on?"
After hearing the sound, the two administrators ran over quickly.
"You came just in time, this brat broke the antique into pieces."
"Catch him quickly, this is destroying cultural relics."
Everyone was blaming Xiao Feng, and the administrator came forward to arrest him.
"You brat, how brave are you?"
"Do you know how much this piece of ceramic is worth? Your mother can't even afford to sell it."
The administrator was very arrogant and scolded me whenever I opened my mouth.
Xiao Feng's face darkened: "What did you say? Say it again?"
"I said sell your mother..."
‘Crack!’
Xiao Feng slapped the administrator in the face, knocking him to the ground on the spot.
"If you dare to speak rudely again, I will break your legs."
The people around were stunned. Not only did you smash someone else's antiques, but you still dared to hit the museum administrator? You are really seeking death.
"You bastard, just wait until you go to jail."
Another administrator took out his cell phone and asked to call the police.