Chapter 589 Discovering the Treasure Room
The next day, Song Tang discovered a huge basement in the manor that had also been sealed for a long time.
After opening the door, I found that this place was well ventilated and the environment was kept very dry. It seemed to be a very important place.
The moment all the lights in the basement were turned on, everyone who came down including Song Tang was shocked, and then filled with disbelief.
Rather than saying this is a basement, it would be better to say that this is an underground museum or collection hall.
Countless cultural relics, antiques, and artworks that have appeared in history books, recorded in documents, lost overseas, or disappeared have appeared here.
There are porcelain, metal objects, calligraphy and paintings, silk, gold, jade, gems, and even bone fossils.
Among them, there are not only those from Dragon Country, but also many from other countries and regions in the world. Song Tang and his friends even saw some ancient scepters and crowns.
After the shock, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. If these were all authentic, then once the news spread, it would surely shock the whole world.
Unlike the others who were still standing at the entrance in a daze, Song Tang was already strolling among the countless display cabinets and racks in the basement.
As he visited more and more places, Song Tang also discovered more shocking and even unbelievable ancient objects, all from all over the world.
"Miss, this..., how should we deal with these?"
Even Zhou Jing, who had been with Song Tang for many years and had developed a strong will, was now stuttering a little.
It's not that she was making a fuss, but the things in this basement were really too exaggerated.
Even any wealthy person, head of state or even an ancient royal family in the world would be so scared that they would stutter if they came.
After hearing Zhou Jing's words, Song Tang really thought about it seriously.
"We'll have someone count them later. As long as they're from Dragon Country, we'll take them all back. As for the rest, we'll keep them here for now and we'll come back later."
Song Tang's words made Zhou Jing and everyone else who came in with him nod their heads seriously.
All of Longguo’s things should be taken back. After being away from home for so long, it’s time for these treasures to go home.
As for whether to keep it in the lady’s own museum or give it to the country after she returns, that will be her own family affair after she returns.
Song Tang now has her own museum, and all the precious antiques and cultural relics she has acquired over the years are collected in it, so there is no problem with security.
Her museum is completely closed to the public and is only used for collection purposes.
However, the leader of Long State once went in to visit. I remember that no matter how high or low their official positions were, everyone was still shocked after they came out.
Because the things collected in the Song Tang Museum are so scary, even the early calligraphy works of the Lanting Preface by the calligrapher Wang Xizhi are not considered the best.
Zhou Jing still remembers that the director of the National Museum, who came with the big leaders, was so envious that he stammered several times and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to open his mouth.
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It took more than two hours to thoroughly tour the entire basement, and that was just a cursory look.
If you look at everything carefully, it will probably take you several days to come out.
After walking out of the basement, everyone looked back at the locked door and felt dazed, as if they had seen the light of day again.
In the past two hours, everyone seemed to be strolling along with the eldest lady in the long river of history.
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Song Tang stayed in the manor for four or five days, during which time he took people to visit downtown Los Angeles. However, in Song Tang's opinion, this place is not as advanced as the Magic City of Dragon Country, and there is really nothing fun to do here.
"Miss, some people from an agency want to see you." Zhou Jing knocked on the door and walked into Song Tang's room.
This room was Song Yaowu’s room before. It has been cleaned up and Song Tang lives here now.
"Huh? Someone wants to see me?" Song Tang put down the half-read book in his hand curiously.
This book is on Song Yaowu's bookshelf in the room. During the few days she has lived here, she would pick one up and read it whenever she had nothing to do.
"Well, they are the major financial institutions and banks in the United States, and of course there are others as well." Zhou Jing said with a smile.
These world-renowned banks and financial institutions had been silent for a long time and did not come with the people and companies who came to the manor on the first day.
Maybe they saw that there had been no movement from the young lady these days, or maybe they smelled some other clues, so they suddenly came together to visit today.
Song Tang nodded and thought about it for a while.
"How many people are here?"
"Not many, maybe a dozen or so. It looks like there's only one person from each family." Zhou Jing roughly thought about the positions of those people outside the manor just now.
"A dozen? It's okay. If there are more, they will disappear. It's annoying."
"There aren't many people, so just take them to the living room to wait. No need to go to the reception room."
Song Tang made some casual arrangements and continued to pick up the book he had been reading.
She was just reading the interesting part and saw the notes Song Yaowu made on the pages. She planned to finish reading this part before meeting the person.
As for letting them wait, Song Tang didn't feel any psychological burden at all.
For her now, she can do whatever she wants and she doesn't need to give face to anyone in this world.
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After she finished reading the remaining important parts, she stood up and stretched, only to find that half an hour had passed.
The person standing next to him has changed to Zhao Qi. I guess Zhou Jing is entertaining guests in the living room.
"Come on, let's go see them."
Song Tang put the book back to its original place on the bookshelf, and easily called Zhao Qi, who was smiling, out of the room.
"Miss, are you done with your work?" Zhou Jing was the first person to see Song Tang when she walked into the living room.
Hearing what Zhou Jing, the manor's chief steward, said, the dozen or so foreigners who were sitting in the living room stood up immediately and looked at Song Tang who had walked into the living room slowly.
"Ms. Song, please forgive me for disturbing you by visiting you without your permission." More than a dozen bigwigs from the banking and financial industry bowed and greeted her.
These people all have a high status in this world, but in this manor, they are far inferior to Song Tang.
"You're welcome. Please take a seat."
Song Tang smiled and nodded, then sat down in the main seat that had been empty, and invited them to take their seats.
After hearing Song Tang's words, these big guys stood up straight one by one and sat down carefully.
But everyone's butt was half empty, and they were not as relaxed as Song Tang who was curled up in the sofa.
"I wonder what brings you here today?"
Song Tang went straight to the point and took a sip of the milk tea that Zhao Rui had just brought to him.
She didn't have the time or mood to argue with anyone. She was already a little exhausted after reading for so long, so she quickly sent them away because she needed to rest herself.
These big guys were originally planning to be polite to each other, but they didn't expect that Miss Song was different from any superior person they had met. She came straight to the point and made them a little confused.
But everyone was no simple person, and they adjusted themselves after a brief hesitation.
"Ms. Song, we are mainly here to say hello to you, and we also want to apologize to you."
The words of the Rothschild family member instantly aroused Song Tang's interest.
Saying hello is fine, but what does an apology mean?
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