Chapter 28 Box

Looking at Han Kun's confident appearance, Ji guessing this bastard is even more looking forward to something that he can't afford. How eye-catching it should be. Ji guess knows Han Kun's eyesight. Since he said so, the so-called box must have its mysterious and unusual features.

Rare treasures are often said to be priceless, and what Jichai wants to do most is to use money to buy this priceless and marketless thing.

It is rumored that Han Kun didn't say anything about the box and hid it deeply, which deepened Jichai's curiosity, so he took this opportunity to mess around, in order to see what the box is. If it is really a good thing rarely seen in thousands of years, the incense burner, Jichai is really not Keep it in mind.

The yellow finch hides outside the house, but also has some expectations. October Maple said it is a pawnshop. In fact, what it does most is the kind of antique business. There is more or less more thrilling stories behind each thing, which fascinates people. Therefore, the yellow finch also hopes that he can see more called in this life. Something for treasure.

Liu Jinyin said that women have the charm of women, and antiques have the charm of antiques. If he really want to make a choice, I'm afraid he will really give up women. You know, the story and value of exploring the ups and downs behind a thing is far more powerful than that of a naked and beautiful woman lying on **. This old perssual He didn't speak so, but he was so serious when he said it.

"What box is so mysterious that I can't afford it?" Jichai asked rhetorically.

I don't know whether Han Kun is intentional or unintentional. He deliberately made an unfathomable look, leaned his head over and said, "This box is the most touching thing that Han Kun has ever seen in my life. Mr. Jicui, it can be so moved that I don't want to sell it. Do you think it's good?"

Han Kun is a businessman and a mercenary guy. All he has in his eyes is money, the loss of national treasures, the dignity of the nation, and the sinners of history. He doesn't care about them. The cultural relics sold by him are really countless. How many things he has, how many money he wants to exchange, and he will always be satisfied. No, just him, is there anything he doesn't want to sell? Ji guessed so that he wanted to laugh.

"Isn't that too exaggerated?"

Jichai said disdainfully.

Han Kun shook his head, "Mr. Jichai, you just said that how many things are unknown in the 5,000-year-old ancient civilization? What everyone knows can be measured by price, but there are things that are priceless.

"In that case, I'd like to see this priceless treasure, Kun Ye, how about it?"

Jichai doesn't know whether Han Kun is mysterious or really has this treasure at this moment.

Han Kun seemed a little embarrassed. There was silence in the room. When he finished smoking the cigarette, he seemed to make a difficult decision and said, "Mr. Jichai, this is you. If it were someone else, I would never take it out. Wait a minute!"

After saying that, he went out and asked Han Kun to pick up something himself for the first time. Jichai also seemed to feel that this guy did not do it deliberately.

Seven or eight minutes later, Han Kun returned, came with something wrapped in red cloth in his hands, put it on the table, and immediately attracted everyone's eyes. Even the yellow finch outside the house couldn't help getting close to the cracks in the board and wanted to see a real one. Cut.

Opening the red cloth wrapped in three layers, the real body of the box was finally exposed.

The box is square, dark and bright, natural and extremely regular. The length, width and height seem to be equal, about 20 centimeters. There are some strange patterns carved on it. Each surface is different, and you don't know what the front is and what the back is for a while.

It is simple, mysterious, and thought-provoking. As for whether it is really a peerless treasure, no one dares to assert it.

"Is this the box?" As he spoke, Jichai hurried over and stretched out his hands to study. But before he came to him, Han Kun suddenly wrapped it in red cloth and then took out two pairs of gloves from his hands. "Mr. Jichai, this thing is a divine thing, and it can't be stained by our earthly hands."

After saying that, I also put on gloves and opened the red cloth again. I was really cautious, as if as long as I touched it, the box would disappear.

Jichai's hands slowly touched the texture of the box, and suddenly felt a chill. Through the gloves, it went straight into the heart, which was refreshing.

Jichai took out the high-power mirror he carried with him, and the box that first came into his eyes was carved with a pattern on one side, the naked body of a snake. The woman held her right hand high, held a black stone, and rushed to the clouds. The surrounding fog was shrouded. Below her tail were the mountains and rivers in the deep sea.

The woman's carving is vivid, her body is concave and convex, her long hair swings with the wind, her face is extremely grim, and the tail is bent and stretched, as if she is enduring great pressure. The scales of the tail are also carved out one by one, small and even, with an amazing light against the black texture.

"Nvwa makes up for the sky?"

Jichai muttered a sentence, the so-called, do one line, specialize in one line, Jichai wants to get along well in this industry, and have to contact and understand by himself. Although this bastard is a Thai, for Chinese culture, it is really no less than those old professors in the inner court.

Han Kun was silent, nodded, held the box in his hands, and turned around again. Although this side was not as shocking as Nuwa, it was carved no more than 100 people, and some were red. Naked waist around animal skin, holding spears, some holding torches, shouting loudly, and some killing the beasts in the mountains together. The scene is spectacular. In the middle of the picture, there are coarse linen, silkworm weaving, working in the field, ploughing cows, horses leaping, and chickens and ducks in the courtyard. On the far right side of the picture is a palace under construction. In front of the palace, a large number of workers are busy with work, either moving, lifting, using saws, chiseling, using ink buckets, or using rulers. Ten people have ten tools, and fifty people have fifty people.

The picture is carved very small, but everyone looks so vivid under the magnification of the high-power lens, with flesh and blood, the horror and excitement of the beast, the joy and expectation of working in the field, as well as the husband and wife holding their children's eyebrows and smiles, and the efforts and sweat of all workers seem to be able to show, people I felt a burst of amazement.

From ancient times to the present, from barbarism to wisdom, a painting directly transitions the millennium of history.

"Is this... five thousand civilizations?" Jichai's voice began to tremble.

"Yes!" Han Kun also said seriously, and then wrapped the red cloth to prevent Jichai from looking down.

"Kun Ye, you are..." Jichai was a little disappointed.

Han Kun exhaled heavily, "Mr. Jichai, you are not satisfied after looking at both sides. If it were someone else, I really didn't want to."

As he spoke, he continued his movements and wrapped this thing seriously and meticulously, which I don't know if it can be called a box.

The more Han Kun was like this, the more Jichai felt itchy and couldn't help asking, "Master Kun, are you willing to take action on this thing?"

He had just been wronged by Jichai. Now that this guy is fascinated by this box, Han Kun also took revenge fiercely in his heart and said casually with a smile, "How much?"

Jichai stretched out a finger and said, "Ten million!"

"Ten million?" Han Kun smiled and leaned forward and backward.

"Thirty million!" Jichai blushed and was a little aggrieved.

Han Kun waved his hand.

"Fifty million!"

Jichai couldn't calm down and wanted to crush Han Kun to death with money, but then Han Kun stopped smiling and said, "Mr. Jichai, don't be busy bidding. Today, since I have shown you all the boxes, I might as well reveal something more to you. This box was dug from the tomb of the old woman Cixi many years ago. I heard from others that Cixi was still holding this thing tightly when she died. The Eight-Nation Alliance was full of food. Even if the old woman didn't want her life, she was reluctant to give up this thing. Think about how many good things Cixi has seen in her life, but she is reluctant to put it down. How precious you think it should be. I think You know better than me. Hey, I don't know that I, Han Kun, have been blessed in that life. I haven't lived in vain in my life!"

"Master Kun, since you are not allowed to see it, how about answering me a question?" Jichai desperately calmed himself down and said.

"Tell me!" Han Kun was a little proud.

"Is this really a box? Can you open it?" Jichai said in a trembling voice.

Han Kun smiled, put the box in front of him, and said, "Mr. Jichai, you still said that you know our Chinese culture. You know, the things of our ancestors are really extensive and profound. Of course, this thing is called a box. Of course, there are also something in it. As for what is contained, no one knows. It is definitely not a simple thing to open the box. In the process of opening it, as long as there is a mistake in one step, it will make the box disappear. Let's not to mention what is in the box, that is, the six pieces of which are worth a lot of value. I remember that one was auctioned in London some time ago. Qiansi Tu' is also an oriental sculpture. There is a stunning woman on it, which is lifelike. I heard that the price is calculated like this. One hair is 10,000 yuan. Have you heard of this?

Jichai nodded.

"In this case, you can ask in your heart, how is the carving on this box compared with that 'thousand silk map'? Is it more refined, more vivid, and more loved? This box is not gold, not silver, not copper, not iron, like wood, but not like wood. The mystery of this material alone can make people explore for a lifetime, and the things in it, which can match this box, be vulgar?

Han Kun said a little too much, but he couldn't control his mood at all. Compared with this box, the treasure he had seen before was garbage, the garbage in the garbage.

Although he knew that the money was not exposed and the treasures were not showing off, he still told everything he knew under the inquiry of Jichai. As for how many secrets had not been discovered, even he himself did not know.

Jichai can't calm down. The material is mysterious, the carving is mysterious, and the things in it are also mysterious everywhere. The appearance alone is already valuable. In addition, the immeasurable inside, it is full of trembling and excitement at the moment of watching the cards with a gambler.

At this moment, the yellow finch outside the house is confused. I want to believe it, but I can't believe it. But I'm sure that this is definitely a good thing, but it's far away. I don't see it too clearly. Ji guess is a Thai. Will it be cheated by Han Kun? Or, although this thing is a good thing, it is It's not as mysterious as Han Kun said.

The thought of the yellow finch shifted a little from the box, and then looked at the lame old seven lying on the ground again. His body trembled and he was definitely not dead, but if he dragged on, he probably won't live long.

If you want to save it, you have to wait for the help of your second uncle in this place where there is no signal. There is absolutely no hope.

Suddenly, a bold idea surged into the heart of the yellow finch. He gently touched Xiaodi with his hand, looked at the box on the table with his eyes, and then spoke with his mouth shape, plus some small movements. The meaning was also very clear: Xiaodiao, I'll go to the front to attract their attention first. Are you sure to grab it? That box, as long as we have the box in hand, we will not be afraid of anything.

Previously, he lost an incense burner. Once he controlled the box, wouldn't Han Kun be afraid to hit it with a stone? He can't afford to hurt this kind of blow.

At this distance, Xiao Di suddenly broke the window and entered. It was not difficult to grab the incense burner.

Xiao Di took a look, pointed to himself, and suddenly nodded.