Chapter 8 Chapter Six
The art auction hall on the third floor of Hong Kong Jiade Auction Company.
The auction has ended, but many people have no intention of leaving, and there are even more people now than before.Some people were already flocking to bidder number 9, who was slumped in his chair.
What exactly is going on?
Ever since he received that inexplicable phone call last night, he felt frizzy. His years of meditation suddenly seemed to be ineffective, and he always recalled that special voice in his mind.
"Sir, at the auction of Hong Kong Jiade Company tomorrow, we invite you to bid for the last work of art, which is a Buddha head from the Northern and Southern Dynasties of China."
"Sorry, I'm not interested in this."
"You will be interested. Please check your mailbox now. We have sent you an interesting picture. Well, we will contact you later."
After hanging up the phone, he glanced at the caller number, and found that it was a string of unfamiliar numbers, which looked like an international call.
He hesitated for a moment, thinking for a moment, for a person of his profession, it is rare to receive an unfamiliar call, let alone an international call.He concluded that it was an international call, and the voice was very special. In his impression, only when foreigners in film and television works speak not fluent Chinese would they have such a tone.He smiled, and said to himself like self-deprecating, it's not exactly in movies and TV, he heard it just a year ago.
He decided to ignore the inexplicable phone call, and now he still has a piece of information on Japan's "Ichigo Ichikui" in 1570 that he has not finished reading. The information file on the computer is open, and as a habit, his favorite music is still playing on the speaker. "The Great Compassion Curse".
He collected himself and continued to look at the documents.At this time, the music of "The Great Compassion Mantra" was mixed with the sound of "beep", which was the system sound to remind him of new mail.Sure enough, he saw an envelope-style icon dangling in the taskbar on the desktop.
He clicked on the envelope icon, entered his e-mail box, and there was an email marked as an attachment at the top of the inbox.With a flick of his fingers, he opened the attachment.
It seemed that it was a big picture, and the opening speed was a little slow. Taking advantage of this time, he got up and went to the kitchen to make a cup of instant coffee. When he returned to the desk, he just sat down and lifted the coffee cup to his mouth. Stunned, his eyes were fixed on the fully displayed picture on the computer.
God, how come?
The picture is composite, and the part above is a temple, which looks dilapidated, but he still recognizes that it is the temple he lived in when he was a child in the countryside. At the age of 7, he received the novice ordination there, and at the age of 9, his only relative, his grandmother, died.It was said that his grandma wanted to take him out to go far away, but she died tragically on the way to the city to buy things.
The master abbot of the temple said to him: "Son, you can go, these things can't accommodate you anymore, and our small temple seems to be lost." The old monk took out a burden and continued, "This is your grandma. The relics, and the few books I gave you, look, this one is very interesting. I won’t give you the scriptures, and it’s dangerous to carry them with you..."
Holding the burden in his hand, tears were streaming down his face, but he didn't cry out, gritted his teeth tightly, and didn't speak.
The old monk sighed, suddenly remembered something, leaned down, held the burden in one hand, and reached in with the other hand, groped for a while, and took out a silver bracelet.The old monk held the bracelet in front of his eyes, stared at him seriously, and said seriously, "My child, this is your grandma's relic. She has carried it all her life, but don't keep it with you, it may cause trouble for you." Trouble. Take a good look at the patterns engraved on it—look carefully and remember, and you must remember these patterns when you see them in the future.”
He held the silver bracelet in his little hand, which was indeed what his grandma always wore on her wrist.This is an old silver bracelet. It looks old and the luster is dull. There are some strange patterns engraved on the surface of the bracelet. The pattern of the pattern can be clearly seen.He vaguely remembered that his grandma used to trace the above pattern on paper to show him, and asked him if it looked good.
He looked at the pattern carefully again, and nodded.
The old monk sighed heavily and said, "Son, I will bury this bracelet in the ground. If you are lucky, you will see it again in the future."
After that, he left the country and wandered alone.Regarding the memories of the countryside, after so many years, it seems that only the temple, the abbot, his grandmother, and a little girl from the neighbor's house often go to his house to play, and her grandmother also likes her very much.After he lived in the temple, his grandma always asked her to bring him food. Afterwards, the two played in the vegetable garden of the temple. The place they often visited was a dilapidated stone pagoda behind the temple...
For thirty years, he even forgot those patterns.Sometimes when he thinks about it, he finds that no matter how he recalls it, he cannot draw it from memory.But he believes that he will recognize them when he sees them again, because they seem to have a regularity, which makes them impossible for anyone to draw by imagination.
Many times, he seems to have seen these patterns, in books, on coins, and even on the plaques of small restaurants on the street... But every time he is sure that it is not, it looks like it, but it is not as good as the pattern of silver bracelets. Neat law.Now, he was sure he had seen it.
It's on the computer.
On the upper left of the picture is a small picture that was synthesized. Although it is small, it is enough for him to see clearly. It is obviously a pattern, which is the pattern of the silver bracelet that he had seen when he was a child.
He took a quick sip of coffee, grabbed his phone, and waited for the mysterious call.
It seemed like a long time had passed. The moment the phone rang, he felt his heart beating fast and his hands trembled a little. When he put the phone to his ear, he heard his voice trembling, "Tell me , where did you get the picture?"
The person on the phone smiled, still speaking in unproficient Chinese, and said, "Go to Hong Kong Jiade Art Auction Company early tomorrow morning, and take a picture of that Buddha head. We will contact you again."
"But," he said hastily, "it's impossible, there's not enough time."
"It's too late, sir, you are now in Shenzhen, is it easy to go to Hong Kong?"
"I mean……"
"I understand, we have already done all the formalities for you. You take the photo in the mail, which is your identification card, and go directly to ask for the No. 9 plate."
"But I have no money..."
"It's all done, sir, no matter how much money is auctioned, we will pay."
After speaking, the phone hung up.
He sat blankly in the chair, what the hell was going on?He can't move now. On the one hand, he feels exhausted and lacks energy; Fear that something is going to happen.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in front of his eyes, pulling him back from his contemplation.A reporter-like person asked: "Sir, can you disclose your name? As far as I know, you are the only anonymous buyer."
Before the words were finished, more questions flooded up.
"Sir, may I ask if the legend about it is true?"
"Sir, are you sure this is not a fake?"
"Sir, some people say that this is an incarnation Buddha statue carved from the face of Emperor Wu of Liang. What's your opinion?"
"Sir, do you know where the body of the Buddha's head is?"
He was stunned by the sudden scene, and he looked around in panic. Some people were holding a recording pen to his mouth, some were writing something down in a notebook, and most of them didn't know. A hand stretched out from nowhere seemed to press the shutter aimlessly, making his eyes full of flashes.He hurriedly stood up, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't answer." As he spoke, he pushed away the crowd and walked out.
At this time, a man and a woman came towards them, and it was strange that the crowd stepped out of the way for them.At first glance, an important person is coming.When they walked up to No. 9, the man smiled and held out his hand, "I'm Cheng Bi, the general manager of Jiade Company, and this is my assistant, Ms. Sally. Um, sir, are you free to have a cup of coffee with us? "
He nodded ignorantly, shook hands with Cheng Bi hastily, and then nodded to Sally.When he saw Sally's face, he was stunned suddenly, but he soon realized that it was impolite, so he quickly turned his eyes to Cheng Bi's face, smiled calmly and well-mannered, and used a decent tone Say, "Okay, it's an honor."
Cheng Bi also smiled, turned and walked out.Ms. Sally raised her hands, facing the crowd, and raised her voice, "Everyone, I'm sorry, this gentleman still needs to go through some auction procedures. We will welcome media interviews at an appropriate time." After finishing speaking, she also turned around and followed Cheng Bihe Bidder No. 9 walked out of the hall.
When they reached the door, the three of them stopped at the same time.The two Japanese blocked the door, and the middle-aged man reached out his hand, shook hands with bidder No. 9, and said in broken Chinese, "Congratulations."
Bidder No. 9 nodded his head slightly. He found that the middle-aged man's eyes were fixed on his face, as if he wanted to find something from his face. He only heard him say something in Japanese, and the young man next to him immediately translated it. Said: "Sir, why do you have to take this Buddha head?"
"This is a work of art in China, and I have reasons to let him stay in China."
After listening to the young man's translation, the middle-aged Japanese suddenly looked serious and said something in Japanese eagerly.
"Sir, may I ask, do you know the legend about this Buddha head?"
"I don't care about any legends, I only care that it should belong to China."
The two Japanese exchanged a bit and bowed to him together.The young man said, "Sir, I wish you good luck. Your life will be rich and colorful." After that, the two walked away without looking back.
Cheng Bi looked at this scene suspiciously, he really couldn't figure out what was going on.Whatever happened to him, this is out of my control.
Walking into the general manager's office of Jiade Company in a hurry, Cheng Bi led the young man No. 9 straight to the suite inside, which was a small living room.
Sally turned around and went out to make tea, Cheng Bi signaled the young man to sit down.
They looked at each other with a layer of doubt on each other's faces.None of them could figure out the strange things that happened to each other, so they sat silently for a while, and suddenly, Cheng Bi said: "Sir, maybe this is not an appropriate question, but, facing the general manager of Jiade, you should be able to Has your name been made public?"
"Oh, sorry, my name is Xie Huiren." The young man said awkwardly, "I should explain this matter..."
Miss Sally, who was holding a teacup in both hands, was about to enter the door, when she was completely stunned, and blurted out, "You are Xie Huiren?"
She suddenly remembered the last strange phone call she received in the morning. The person on the phone ordered: Sally, take Xie Huiren to Japan this afternoon. The airport has already made arrangements, and someone will contact you when you arrive in Japan.
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