"Mr. Collector, let's have a good chat when we meet."
"That's it, see you later."
After saying that, Gao Yi hung up the phone.
When it comes to transactions, there must always be a priority.
If you don't increase your corresponding code weight and gain more value, it will be a waste of this golden opportunity.
That's right.
From the moment he knew the other party's identity, Gao Yi's goal had been established.
Audio tape.
It's about the only clue left from the "seasonal storm" a few years ago, and I have to know the contents no matter what.
"Xiao Di, let's go!"
Gao Yi put the dog into the dog bag, got on the shared bicycle, and was about to set off when he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to know where the "East China Sea Travel Museum" was.
“Let’s use Qiandu Map to navigate.”
Gao Yi did some operations on his mobile phone. After a while, the voice navigation sounded: "We have located the 'Travel Museum'. The total distance is 15 kilometers. The estimated riding time is 2..."
Gao Yi closed the navigation expressionlessly.
Pressed the button to take a taxi.
Half an hour later...
Bang.
When Gao Yi got out of the car, he was already dressed up for the occasion. Under [Black Humor], his face and body had been transformed by mirage, and they were completely different from the original ones.
Next to him is Descartes, who is also in formal attire, but because he is wearing an alpaca hood, he looks a bit weird and absurd.
At first, the combination of these two people made the driver think that he had encountered some perverted criminal gang, and he quickly started to complain.
What about mortgages, car loans, insurance, children... When he realized that Gao Yi and the two of them really seemed to be just passing by, he relaxed with a sigh of relief and realized that the Travel Museum had also arrived.
"Mr. Gao, do we look like bad guys?"
After getting out of the car, Descartes pointed to his alpaca face and asked, leaving Gao Yi speechless.
"You are not a human being, why do you care about this?"
"Yes! I'm not..."
?
Descartes always felt insulted, but he had no proof.
"Okay, don't hang around here, let's go in."
Gao Yi straightened his collar and told Descartes: "You don't need to speak when you get in. Externally, we need to create a hierarchical atmosphere."
"Let the three words 'Mr. Gao' be completely revealed to the world."
Descartes nodded and immediately fell half a step behind, following Gao Yi like a humble subordinate.
But when paired with a suit that doesn't fit at all, the first impression it gives is an indescribable sense of tearing.
"Let's go."
Gao Yi took Descartes and walked briskly up the spacious steps in front of the Chronicle Museum, passing under the huge bronze sculpture.
The Travel Museum is one of the best check-in places in the East China Sea, and its establishment itself is full of legend.
In an unknown age, there was a group of people who, out of some unknown mentality of scarcity, pursued strange powers endlessly and collected "collections" that circulated among the people.
After that, as time passed, families famous for their collections stood up one after another, echoing the executive bureau.
However, unlike other civil forces, they did not attempt to establish their own business. Instead, they strengthened their exchanges with the Executive Directorate and benefited from each other until today.
Now, the descendants of this group of collecting families have come together.
This is how the Appreciation Society was born.
As an unofficial but officially recognized force, it, or rather they, are the founders of the Chronicle Museum.
There are hundreds of collections in the museum, although the singularity of most of the collections has been almost eliminated by time.
But it is undeniable that such a museum that completely uses its collections to construct a chronological scale is difficult to replicate even on a global scale...
Snap, snap.
The three of them were walking around in the exhibition hall.
"Mr. Collector, I have to admit that the story you told is very interesting."
Gao Yi leaned on his cane, interrupted the introduction of the old man next to him, and said with a smile: "It's just too many embellishments, it sounds too plain. Are you trying to express your dissatisfaction with my previous hiding of my identity?"
Hearing Gao Yi's joke, the old man, who had already turned white but still energetic, stopped, smiled slightly, and said seriously: "Mr. Gao, you misunderstood.
"This is just an introduction to my own children as a member of the appreciation club."
Gao Yi raised his eyebrows.
The old man led the two of them and continued walking in the brightly lit exhibition hall.
"The Executive Directorate has never given up exploring the mysterious history for a moment. It understands that relying solely on the energy of its own force, even if the past and present are far different, is only a drop in the bucket in tracing the past."
"So, they walked on the same path as the ancestors of our appreciation society."
"The unknown history is really too bizarre and terrifying."
"We must use all the power at our disposal to dig out some of the remaining fragments of words, and truly interpret and find the truth through the incredible eyes and thoughts of modern times."
Gao Yi listened carefully, but the old man paused and walked forward.
On the clear marble floor, the figures of the three people are reflected, as well as the independent display pedestals around them.
Many collections of different shapes are quietly placed in special glass containers, shining under the light of the chandelier above.
Only at this moment does the era seem so peaceful and peaceful.
One step of righteousness can pass several years. In the changing times, there is no bloody storm, but only the sound of lonely footsteps in the empty exhibition hall.
The old man turned around and saw Gao Yizheng looking at the exhibits. He smiled and said, "These are just the consequences of people fighting against each other in modern history."
"Mr. Gao, if you are interested in that period..."
"I'm not interested."
Gao Yi withdrew his gaze and interrupted expressionlessly: "Let's talk about our deal. What do you want and what can you give me? These two questions are all."
He understood the intention behind the other party's words, which was simply to regain the previously lost initiative and lead himself into a reversal trap.
Gao Yi will not reveal any flaws that may lead to failure.
The goal cannot be missed.
The collector was a little surprised.
Doesn't this guy have the slightest bit of curiosity?
Shhh.
Gao Yi made a silent gesture.
These things can be discussed after the transaction is completed. But before the transaction, you must never let the other party understand what you are thinking and what you want.
The collector's ever-tempering thoughts undoubtedly exposed his guilty conscience from the side.
Gao Yi thought that if he guessed correctly, it would be what the other party wanted.
That's his son.
He wanted to entrust himself to rescue Zhang Chaoxian.