It's still that familiar Cullinan, and that same flamboyant chubby guy.
The two immediately started exchanging barbs upon meeting, which naturally ended with Jin Guanrong's defeat.
Where is it?
“At my house, I saw how much you cared about those things, so I had the workers bring them over directly.”
Upon arriving at the destination, Gao Ang didn't pay any attention and opened the boxes in front of Jin Guanrong.
"Holy crap, did you rob the Imperial Museum?"
Jin Guanrong's tiny eyes, no bigger than mung beans, widened like peanuts as he stared at the dazzling array of national treasures, momentarily at a loss for words.
"It was obtained through an equivalent exchange, but it can't be brought to light, you know."
He gave Fatty Jin a look, and the other man gave him an "I understand" look.
"These..." Fatty Jin pointed to the contents of the box and continued, "What do you plan to do with them? Keep them as a personal collection or donate them directly?"
Seeing that Gao Feng was about to speak, this guy waved his hand to interrupt him, "Don't say anything, let me guess. Given your self-proclaimed status as a successor of socialism, you wouldn't really be donating everything, would you?"
By the end, Fatty Jin's voice was trembling with emotion, almost breaking down in tears.
These are all treasures! Besides the bronze head, there are other extremely famous national treasures, and the rest are just some porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, and some precious jewelry.
If we're being reasonable, it's acceptable to keep some of these things for ourselves.
National treasures are of little use to them; exhibiting them so that the public can see them will be much more meaningful.
“These,” Gao Ang pointed to the bronze head, and several other particularly famous items, “are definitely going to be handed over. These things are of extraordinary significance to our country. They were lost more than a hundred years ago, and more than a hundred years later, our generation has witnessed their return. Those sages who sacrificed themselves for the country and the nation can rest in peace!”
Jin Guanrong gave a thumbs up. "To be honest, I can't argue with you, but I think you're right. But, this thing shouldn't be ours, right?"
Fatty Jin picked up a string of pearls with his finger; judging from the design and craftsmanship, it was clearly in a Western style.
"Here you go. As long as it's not something from our ancestors, you can pick whatever you like."
"terrific!"
Jin Guanrong is not short of money, nor does he have any hobby of collecting things, and he is not greedy for small gains.
The reason I stubbornly picked out a few things was mainly to satisfy my peculiar, "disgusting" high-end tastes.
Gao Ang is not a stingy person. Does he not know what Jin Pangzi is thinking?
However, normally he would have given this fat man a good dressing down, but this time, considering his hard work and contributions, he didn't make things too difficult for him.
"By the way, is your ski resort open yet?"
The two chatted as they tidied up their things.
"We've been open for a while now. This winter is really cold, the temperature is more than ten degrees lower than usual. Even I, a true Northeasterner, am finding it hard to stand."
"You're kidding me. I can withstand minus thirty-six degrees Celsius, but you can't?"
Gao Ang was talking about his trip to Northeast China. He had just gotten off the train at 10:30 p.m. Good heavens, it was minus 36 degrees Celsius. He peed on a telephone pole, thinking he could melt the snow on it. But the snow did melt, but before he could finish peeing, it froze again.
To be fair, even though it was minus 36 degrees Celsius that time, he didn't really feel particularly cold.
"I'd be a fool to lie to you. Look at what I'm wearing..." Fatty Jin put down the messy things in his hands and tugged at his collar. "Brother, two thermal underwear layers. I usually only wear one!"
"So... shall we still go skiing?"
"Go ahead, why not? You'll warm up after a slippery ride. Besides, you're already here, how can you not go? I'm planning to 'fire at them' again!"
Gao Ang glanced at the time. "Let's go. Leave the stuff here for now. We can talk about this after we've had enough fun. Let's go eat now."
After the two finished their meal, it was almost time. Time seemed to pass especially quickly in winter, and it was already dark.
"What should we do? Go have some fun tonight?"
Fatty Jin, with the car window down, smoked a cigarette and glanced at Gao Ang.
"Hey Fatty, stop bragging to me, okay? Don't you know what kind of person you are? 'Have some fun'... I can't even be bothered to criticize you. Do you think your cowardly appearance matches your outfit?"
Seeing Jin Pangzi's despicable "I'm a seasoned ticket enthusiast" attitude, Gao Ang wanted to expose him.
"Damn it, Xiao Angzi, I'm really not happy about what you said. Let me put it this way, do you dare to make a bet and see who backs down tonight and who's the bastard? Do you dare?"
Jin Guanrong was furious when he heard this. Northeastern men are very proud, how dare they say he was a coward? He immediately puffed out his beard and glared at Gao Ang, ready to drag him over to see what he was really capable of.
"Come on, give me a break," Gao Ang said, feeling a little scared at the sight, but not wanting to lose face, he continued to yell, "Still acting all high and mighty... If you want to go, go ahead, I'm going back to sleep, I have to go skiing tomorrow!"
Women are all big pig trotters, how can they be as fragrant as skiing?
Jin Pangzi, as if victorious, flicked his cigarette butt and patted Gao Ang on the shoulder. "Little Ang, I've seen through your tricks. Let me tell you this, from now on, you can't shit or piss on my head anymore. From now on, you, Gao Ang, please call me Grandpa Jin! Ouch, what the hell are you doing hitting me?"
Jin Pangzi, who had just been gloating for a few seconds, was slapped on the right arm by Gao Feng, which made him jump up and down.
Fortunately, there weren't many cars on the road at this time.
"Damn it, if you want to die, don't drag me down with you. I haven't had enough fun in this wonderful world yet!"
Fatty Jin drove timidly, his previous arrogance completely vanished after Gao Feng's slap.
After this commotion, the two lost all interest in hunting in the wild and returned to the villa to unpack and pick out toys.
While selecting items, Gao Li asked Qian Sui to estimate their value.
It's called estimating value, but it really just involves determining the age of these items and comparing them with data from certain auction houses.
For example, a jade bracelet from the late Qing Dynasty, based on the previous transaction price of 23,225,400 yuan, would be much more valuable in this box.
Both in terms of color and workmanship, it is far superior to the one that sold at the auction.
As for the pearl necklace that Jin Guanrong picked up earlier, in terms of value alone, not even considering its historical value, it is estimated to be worth more than 30 million.
Jin Guanrong only picked out one item, and now he is assisting Gao Ang.
"Why don't you pick a few more? This jade necklace and those pearl earrings are quite nice."
"What would I do with those? I'm a single dog," Fatty Jin said, pursing his lips as he examined a Qing Dynasty Kangxi period Dehua porcelain sculpture of a Western figure from left to right.
"Being single now doesn't mean I'll be single in the future. Consider this a gift for my younger brother and sister-in-law, take a few more."
Gao Ang doesn't really care much for things that aren't national treasures.
Among the people he knew, there really wasn't anyone who had a particular passion for antiques.
To put it bluntly, if he had to choose between these antiques and cash, he would most likely choose cash, except for national treasures.
"This thing? A gift for my future partner?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Good heavens, I'm just saying good heavens! These things have probably been worn by countless people, and might even be stained with blood. What bad luck!"
Fatty Jin shook his head in disgust, refusing to pick out any more items.
Gao Ang knew perfectly well what he was thinking; he simply felt that the necklace had already gotten him a great deal.
After working all night, the two of them managed to roughly categorize the items.
The bronze heads were placed in a separate area and received special protective treatment.
The rest were further divided into several boxes according to categories such as calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, jade, and gold and silver jewelry.
The next day, Gao Ang called Xia Yu.
"Team Leader Xia, there's good news. Send someone to Ice City right away. I've sent you the address."
He hadn't considered returning these items through the museum.
The main problem was that he didn't know those people, and after thinking it over, he decided that going to Bureau 303 was the most reliable option.
These people have extensive connections and influence, and they don't seem to have any hostility towards him, making them perfect intermediaries.
Upon hearing the words "good news," Xia Yu's eyelids twitched.
"You haven't hijacked another satellite, have you?"
"What are you talking about? Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Gao Ang rolled his eyes. Did he really have such a bad impression on this person?
"You should know about the bronze head from the Yuanmingyuan, right? I personally obtained it through some channel—don't ask about it, I won't tell you even if you do—it's that dog head that had been missing for so long!"
"What, the dog's head is with you?"
Xia Yu nearly knocked over the teacup on the table, and jumped up from his chair in excitement.
“Yes,” Xia Yu’s excited voice surprised Gao Ang. Was it really necessary to be so excited?
This guy wasn't like this when I showed you the satellite image.
"Wait here, I'll send someone over right away!"
...
At noon, the contact person sent by Xia Yu met with Gao Ang.
He knew this person very well, and they had even spent some time together; she was none other than his former beautiful landlady, Xia Weiwei.
"You've made it into the 303rd inning?"
Gao Ang was a little stunned as he looked at Xia Weiwei, who was dressed in a smart Zhongshan suit.
It must be said that this woman has a really good figure.
Despite wearing a jet-black formal suit, she somehow managed to exude a heroic and dashing aura.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that the person the captain asked me to find would be you."
Xia Weiwei was also deeply saddened.
Back in the day... no, back in the month, this guy was just my tenant, a down-on-his-luck streamer.
For a little rent, they stubbornly squeezed together a place to live under their own roof.
Later, he became his front man, so if you look at it that way, it seems like he was still his employee?
Thinking of this, Xia Weiwei's expression turned strange.
“Come in,” Gao Ang said, stepping aside to lead her into the study and pointing to the things in the corner.
"Everything is here. Those are things you can take for free; they're all national treasures. The rest are my personal collection. Is that alright?"
"I don't know. I can only report the situation here. As for what you can leave behind, that depends on the experts' opinions."
Xia Weiwei then reported the situation, and in the afternoon, experts from the Ice City Museum arrived.
"Xiao Angzi, we don't have to hand over all of these things, do we?"
Fatty Jin craned his neck to watch a group of people in white coats bustling about in his study, and asked with some concern.
"Probably not. I already said on the phone that we won't touch national treasures or anything like that, but we'll leave them for my personal collection. That's exactly what I said."
Gao Ang didn't answer very confidently either.
"Oh no, that old man reached for the jade necklace... Holy crap, is a sapphire considered a national treasure?"
Fatty Jin couldn't stand it anymore. These things didn't belong to him, but they were his buddies'.
If it were confiscated without any reason, he would definitely feel bad, even if Gao Feng didn't feel bad.
Gao Ang grabbed him and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I'm not in a hurry at all. Let them take it. I want to see how big their appetites are."
Gao Ang also noticed something was wrong; it seemed like these people were going to pack up everything in the study and take it all away.
He glanced at Xia Weiwei bustling around inside again and gradually began to understand something. "This is interesting. They've set their sights on me."
"What idea?"
Jin Guanrong looked completely bewildered.
"It's nothing, let's go skiing, leave this place to them."
Gao Ang glanced in the direction of the study, a slight smile on his lips, and then walked towards the parking lot.
"No, they're leaving already? What if they pack up all their stuff and take it with them?"
"They dare! But if they really do take it all... it might not be a bad thing!"
Gao Ang opened the passenger door and climbed in first, followed closely by Jin Guanrong who got into the driver's seat.
“They’re from the museum, and your stuff doesn’t have any customs import documents. If they accuse you of something out of thin air, we can’t handle it.”
Jin Guanrong wasn't stupid; he had seen plenty of these kinds of schemes and plots.
"It shouldn't be that bad. I found a very tactful person who is unlikely to turn against me over these things. At most, he just wants to annoy me."
"These things? Brother, do you know how much these things are worth? Not to mention those national treasures, just those foreign items alone would be worth hundreds of millions or even billions. And you're talking about 'these things'? How big is your heart?!"
Jin Guanrong was practically sticking his finger up his nose.
"If it were someone from the museum, that might be possible, but that person probably wouldn't. Enough said, let's drive."
Although Gao Ang hadn't known Xia Yu for long, he could tell that this man wasn't interested in money or power; he must have his own pursuits.
When we arrived at the ski resort, it was already past four o'clock, and there were hardly any people there.
"It seems we can't recreate that famous scene from back then."
Fatty Jin looked at the sparse crowd and felt a little regretful.
"How old are you? Still so childish..."
Gao Ang put on his gear, helmet, and snow goggles, and walked step by step toward the conveyor belt.
"Holy crap, you're calling me naive? Didn't you come up with this crazy idea?"
Gao Ang ignored him and reached the top of the mountain by himself.
Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, legs relaxed, knees bent forward, kneecaps positioned above the insteps...
Following basic skiing techniques, Gao Feng glanced at the long, winding ski run and slowly took a breath.
He really wanted to practice his skiing skills this time, as it was one of the few sports he was somewhat interested in.
"Fatty, let your brother Ang show you what 'spinning and jumping with your eyes closed' really means!"
With a gentle push from the snow pole, he slid straight out.
After stabilizing your body, raise both arms forward, bend your upper body forward, and place the tips of your ski poles in front of your toes to control both direction and speed.
At the same time, he lowered his center of gravity slightly, mainly because his height was slightly above average, making his center of gravity slightly unstable.
Although there are various ways to avoid embarrassing oneself, he doesn't want to casually activate his superpowers at this moment; that would be too boring.
When they reached the right turn, Gao Ang leaned slightly to the left, strictly following the eight-character rule for turning: lean left to turn right, lean right to turn left.
With the right leg and right ankle slightly bent, the weight was placed on the left foot, while the right ski lightly floated on the slope, gliding in an arc to the right.
"Perfect!"
After a few turns, Gao Ang had basically mastered the skills of skiing and was no longer the novice who could only roll downhill.
As for Jin Guanrong, he rolled from top to bottom just like before, getting covered in snow, and even his hat was askew.
After playing there three times, Gao Ang took off his gear and waited for Fatty Jin at the foot of the mountain.
Fatty Jin staggered over, panting, carrying his equipment, looking utterly dejected. "Let me tell you," he said, "if there aren't any pretty girls around, I... will never play this game again."
Walking up to Ang Gao, Fatty Jin disregarded his status as the young master and plopped down on the ground, showing no intention of getting up.
"You're such a weakling! Don't ever say you're from Northeast China again. You can't even beat a complete novice like me at skiing. Aren't you ashamed?"
As he removed his equipment, Gao Feng took the opportunity to mock the fat man.
"Come on, who said... people from Northeast China... have to know how to ski? It's like you're saying people from the South can't drown..."
Fatty Jin piled all his equipment aside. "Go return this stuff. Let me rest for a bit!"
"Stop resting! Go inside right now, or you'll catch a cold."
He grabbed the fat man and dragged him toward the locker room.
After exercising, you're covered in sweat. If you let yourself air out for a while, you're more likely to catch a cold.
On the way back, Gao Ang glanced at his phone and, unsurprisingly, there were several missed calls, all from Xia Weiwei and Xia Yu.
Gao Ang didn't intend to return the call. After lowering his seat, he turned to Fatty Jin and said, "Let's go get something to eat. The braised chicken in a clay pot last time was pretty good."
"Not going back? We have billions there."
"No rush, it won't get lost."
Inside the villa, Xia Weiwei and several old men looked at each other.
"Miss Xia, these things are all sealed up. Can we take them with us now?"
A sprightly old man asked with a smile.
"Let's wait for the owner to return before we talk about it."
“What owners are these? These are cultural relics. All cultural relics belong to the state. How can two young people be in charge?”
The old man held the teapot, took a sip of tea with relish, and was secretly making his own plans.
These are all amazing items, each one is priceless, not to mention the dog's head.
These things, once reported, will be considered a great achievement.
If only I could... I'd never have to worry about food or drink for the rest of my life.
"Is this also a cultural relic?"
Xia Weiwei pointed to a gold coin from the Republic of China and glanced at the old man disdainfully.
"Hehe, these can be considered cultural relics, and they are very helpful for our research on the history and culture of the Western world."
The old man wasn't ashamed at all; he crossed his legs and started arguing and making a scene.
He had made up his mind to bring all of these things back, leaving none behind.
He didn't know the owner of this villa, and he didn't seem to be anyone powerful or influential. Besides, he was doing this in the name of national righteousness, so even if he offended them, it wouldn't matter.
When faced with personal gain, offending a wealthy stranger is entirely worthwhile.
When Gao Feng and his companion returned to the villa after a satisfying meal, it was already 8 p.m.
"Hey, you're still here? Have you eaten?"
Gao Feng waved the takeout in his hand, greeted her, and tossed it directly to Xia Weiwei. As for the old men, he couldn't be bothered with them.
Xia Weiwei, who was about to explode with anger, took the takeout from Gao Feng and immediately beamed with joy, "How does this braised pork taste?"
"It's alright, so-so, not as good as mine."
"Tch..." Xia Weiwei wouldn't believe his nonsense.
But no matter how it tastes, let's eat first and worry about the rest. I've been starving all afternoon, and my stomach is practically sticking to my back.
The old men's dissatisfaction was immediately apparent when they saw Xia Weiwei eating braised pork on her own. "Young lady, we've been working for five or six hours, and you're really lacking in manners!"
"rule?"
Gao Ang patted his head and suddenly realized, "Hey, Fatty, go get some cash, a lot of it, to show our respect to these respected elders."
"Hey kid, what do you mean by this?"
"That's right, we're public servants, who cares about your stinking money?"
The old men chattered on and on, but the leader interrupted them with a gesture of sternness, saying with barely suppressed anger, "Forget about the cash. Now that the matter is settled, we'll leave."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and the young men who had come with them went to move their things.
"Stop! This is... a home invasion robbery?"
"Pfft!!"
Xia Weiwei, who was eating, suddenly spat out her food. Several pairs of eyes shot over at her, and she blushed and quickly waved her hand, "You guys talk, I'll eat."
He turned around, grabbed a napkin, wiped his mouth, but his ears perked up like a little rabbit's, listening intently to the sounds behind him.
The young people looked at what they were holding, then at the old men, and were caught in a dilemma.
Let's move out; that tall guy looks pretty scary.
He was bald, had a muscular build, and was wearing only a single shirt despite the freezing weather; he didn't look like someone to mess with.
If we don't move, the person who made the decision is their deputy curator, meaning we'll have to beg for food from him from now on...
"What are you standing there for? This is a national cultural relic. Let's see who dares to stop it!"
"You think you can get away with this? You really think nobody knows about the shady things you've done?"
Gao Ang threw his coat aside, walked up to the old man, looked down at him with disdain:
"You're getting envious of this good stuff, aren't you? You don't actually think you can eat it all, do you? Aren't you afraid of choking to death, you old man?"
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