The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

After passing through the sack with a large amount of gold products, there was a fork less than 100 meters ahead. Zhang Nan came up with a choice of male left and female right. The four people did not separate, and together they entered the tunnel on the left.

God knows how deep these mines have been dug, it's better not to divide the troops.

What was unexpected was that he walked out about two to three hundred meters. Except for a broken bucket that was found a hundred years ago, there was nothing else in the fork.

Retreat from the original road and enter the arc-shaped mine on the right. The ground is still slightly upward, and the way is blocked after walking less than 100 meters—not that there is no way to the end of the hole, but something blocked!

The mine is about 20 meters wide here. This is a section of the mining area: Thanks to the dense rock structure here, there is no collapse or water leakage, otherwise the things blocking the passage here will make Zhang Nan's heartache to no avail!

Can't touch the water!

On the left are countless boxes, piled high, completely blocking the line of sight-a very small number of them fell and broke for unknown reasons, revealing a large number of paper objects inside.

Zhang Nan saw that they were all scrolls.

It is not a Chinese style scroll calligraphy and painting. When you open it, there are some words inside, and they are all handwritten manuscripts, swashes.

Zhang Nan didn't know it, Guan Xingquan didn't even know it, and even a linguistic genius like him had never seen this kind of writing: "It may be Latin."

Can only guess.

When Nicole and Jenny are not there, Zhang Nan is gone: I can’t even recognize what the text is, then study Mao!

However, after Zhang Nan pried open several similar boxes in succession, except for one that contained antique books, the other boxes contained such handwritten scrolls: it is certain that these scrolls are not young anymore, definitely earlier than Period of the Third Reich.

Especially in that box of books, one of them was marked as 1457, and it was not printed on parchment, or printed on the extremely precious paper back then!

The font is still the kind that Guan Xingquan doesn't recognize, but how Zhang Nan thinks it should be.

"The 1457 Bible is still printed, so you have to ask Nicole and the others."

I thought about it, but I didn't get too entangled with this issue, the other side seemed more attractive.

"Let's put it away first, I guess what kind of literature it is, get it back and talk about it."

Put the books and papers back into the big wooden box, and don't have time to pay attention to these things for the time being: there are strips of wooden strips on the ground on the right, probably to prevent the almost no moisture here. The top of the wooden slats is like a stack of dried tofu, and there are layers of frame-like things stacked horizontally.

Alyosha had seen similar storage methods in Yongcheng, and Zhang Nan, Xiang Weirong, and Guan Xingquan knew well—they were all paintings!

If the quantity is too large, the oil paintings and sketches with frames are put in this way, so that the adjacent paintings will not be crushed by the weight of the respective frames.

Mao looked at this row and there were hundreds of them. The ones below were larger in size, and there were even smaller ones on the top that were relatively messy.

Like the boxes on the left, they are piled higher than people, making people wonder if the ones on the top were just thrown up!

"Xingquan, go up and have a look."

Guan Xingquan nodded and glanced at Alyosha. The latter made a slight lunge back and forth, clasping his fingers as a pedestal. Guan Xingquan stepped on his big hands to raise himself one metre, and took a flashlight to shoot him in.

People are still on top, Guan Xingquan said: "There are at least thirty or forty floors, and there are some things behind, like sculptures. I also saw a big clock."

Then I took a photo with a flashlight and changed the angle, "There are sculptures as high as mine behind, maybe they are marble!"

Zhang Nan directly complained on the side: "The marble, even if it is snatched from Greece, how can this fascist let us move out?!"

It is not surprising that Zhang Nan had seen precious sculptures hidden before the collapse of the Third Reich.

But now I am facing a situation where I can't use a truck. If the sculptures are too heavy, then my group will be blinded, and it is very likely that they will continue to throw things in the mine.

Xiang Weirong signaled Guan Xingquan to come down from Alyosha's hands. Guan Xingquan took one of the small paintings on the top of the first row, then jumped off and handed the painting to Zhang Nan.

Wrapped in a layer of waterproof kraft paper, the size is about fifty by seventy centimeters. Untied the tied linen thread, a woman with a luo body who was taking a bath in the bathroom appeared in front of everyone, looking very plump.

Some time ago, I learned a few tricks from Nongbo Sheng. After searching for a long time, I finally found a mark on the edge of the bathtub in the corner of the painting.

After thinking about it, the mark was too simple to recognize, so I had to say: "I can't remember who it is, but according to the style of painting, this is a bit like the 19th-century French painter Jean-Auguste Dominique Ingres. I I've seen a few of his works, just in this style. That guy likes painting women, he still doesn't wear clothes."

"it works?"

"Nowadays, it's tens or millions of dollars. I can't say it specifically. I can't even get started with Western painting."

And Zhang Nan smiled bitterly, “I can’t sell it every few years of research. God knows that if you are not on the list of artworks robbed by the Nazis in the United Nations or an unnamed international organization, you may be in trouble as soon as you show up.”

"You are not short of money, so you can get a super gallery by yourself and hang it up and study it slowly."

Xiang Weirong curled his lips and said something~www.wuxiaspot.com~Then my house on Long Island is not big enough, so I have to buy the next door, turn it upside down and rebuild it, and build a secret museum, and just put it away. Artwork. "

"Jenny said that the computer operator next to you seems to be selling a house to raise money..." After saying a few words, Xiang Weirong felt something was wrong: he was taken into a ditch by his brother-in-law. This would say that Nima built a house!

Re-wrap the painting, in order to get a general understanding of the color of the painting here, another big guy with a picture frame of at least two and a half meters long and one and a half meters high was taken out from the side: as soon as it was opened, a lot of images of knights on horseback appeared In front of the four, the scene was magnificent!

"It's the Cossack!"

Alyosha, who had rarely spoken before, said a rare word. When the other three people looked at him, he smiled big: "My ancestor is a Russian Cossack."

I didn't study what Alyosha's grandfather and grandfather were doing. Anyway, this guy is now a Chinese, so Zhang Nan refocused his attention on the paintings.

After watching with a flashlight for a long time, Zhang Nan straightened up and said, "Even if I am a layman, I can be sure of this meeting. This is the greatest Russian realist painter at the end of the 19th century, Ilya Yefimovich- Repin’s paintings!"

"The tracker on the Volga?"

Zhang Nan nodded, "It's that Repin, this painting...this painting is amazing!"

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