Chapter 367 Warring States Bamboo Slips (Part 1)

How to deal with Guo Tailai's people and Chu Fei, the boss didn't say anything, and the black suit knew it well, which meant letting them deal with it. Thinking of Chu Fei's beauty in the world, the heart of the black suit was as hot as fire.

Ali, the rustic goods owner, seemed to have heard nothing, and stood beside him like a deaf-mute. The boss nodded secretly in his heart, this is the person who knows the current affairs.

The van drove directly to the Peninsula Hotel. Sister Yan and Zhou got out of the car first. With the help of the porter, they loaded the metal trolley case and five nylon bags into the room with the help of the porter.

When Guo Tailai was the last one to get out of the car and close the door, he said casually and without addressing anyone: "It is a major cultural relic smuggling, and it is a great credit to catch it."

After speaking, it didn't matter whether anyone heard it or not, and entered the lobby on his own.

The driver's eyes flickered for a moment, then he became normal and drove away quickly.

On the way, Guo Tailai sat in the passenger seat, and it was easy to tell that the driver was unusual. After speaking a few sentences, I knew that the driver, who was fluent in Cantonese and also fluent in Mandarin, must be the one responsible for protecting himself. The accent was too obvious.

Back in the room, Chu Fei didn't even bother to look at the gold bricks, and excitedly asked Guo Tai to open those nylon bags to see what was inside.

Guo Tailai doesn't have to worry about anything when he arrives at the hotel, if he is attacked while staying at the Peninsula Hotel, that would be too unreal.

The five bags weigh about the same. Guo Tailai touched them on the road and found that they were mostly wood chips or other things. In one of the bags was the data-carrying nanorobot Guo Tailai had dreamed of.

The reason why it has not been absorbed until now is that Guo Tailai wants to determine what exactly is the nanorobot attached to.

With everything in front of him, Guo Tailai can easily determine which bag is in it. Opening it, Guo Tailai and Chu Fei were stunned, a bag of bamboo slips.

"Open those few." Guo Tailai instructed Sister Zhou and Sister Yan. Sister Zhou and Sister Yan moved quickly, opening them all quickly.

Five nylon pockets, all of which are bamboo slips. Many of the above are still covered with dirt and the like, and for a while, you can't see what is written on it, and even if you can see it, you don't know it.

The nanorobots are on one of the slices. Guo Tailai looked at these unfamiliar words, and finally gave the order to absorb them.

"10,000 nanorobots are ordered to sleep!"

"Activation order issued!"

"Absorptive order issued!"

"Absorbing... 1103... 3208... 5573..."

It was so close that Guo Tailai's hand was about to touch it, and the speed of absorption was as fast as flying, and it was completely absorbed in just two or three breaths.

Don't worry about losing the nanorobots, Guo Tailai began to wonder what these things are.

"How many bamboo slips are there?" Guo Tailai asked. Seeing that Sister Zhou and Sister Yan were about to count them again, he hurriedly stopped them: "A rough estimate, these are cultural relics, very fragile."

Chu Fei and Sister Zhou Yan estimated the number of these bamboo slips with great interest. Guo Tailai also thought about it for himself. There were about 500 pieces in each bag, and the total amounted to 2,400 to 500 pieces.

Xiangjiang, bamboo slips, 24,500 pieces, Guo Tailai seems to have some concepts in his mind, but it is not related to machinery or military industry, Guo Tailai's impression is not particularly deep. But after thinking carefully for a while, a word suddenly popped into Guo Tailai's mind: "Shui Mu Jian!"

Guo Tailai was pleasantly surprised in an instant. The Shuimu bamboo slips were donated to the alma mater by a senior student of Shuimu University in July 2008. It was confirmed by carbon 14 measurement that the water-wood slips are cultural relics in the middle and late Warring States period, and the writing style is mainly from Chu State. Including a few broken bamboo slips), there are more bamboo slips in the Warring States period discovered so far. The Water and Wood Slips were buried in the ground before the Qin Dynasty, without the influence of "burning books and burying Confucianism", so they can show the original appearance of pre-Qin ancient books to the maximum extent. Studying them is helpful to understand the initial appearance and development of Chinese culture.

That's right, and only such important historical relics that bear the records of civilization are worthy of attaching nanorobots to them.

Obviously, this batch of bamboo slips had just been dug out of the soil not long ago, and hadn't been cleaned and protected. This is not acceptable. Guo Tailai picked up the hotel phone and wanted to call Zhao Xiangbei.

Just as he was about to dial the number, Guo Tailai suddenly thought of a question. If I allocate it to Zhao Xiangbei, then based on the relationship between Zhao Xiangbei and the History Department of Yan University, the restoration and research work of this batch of bamboo slips may be handed over to the History Department of Yan University, and the Shuimu bamboo slips may be called Yan University. Jane, that's not okay.

Although the date has been advanced, Guo Tailai will never allow this kind of thing to happen. It was related to the honor of his alma mater. Of course, it was also related to Guo Tailai's petty peasant thoughts. Guo Tailai still decided not to call Zhao Xiangbei, but to call President Wang of Shuimu University.

I'm sorry, Guo Tailai, the brother who later donated the Mizuki slips, was one step ahead.

The phone was called to the principal's office, but it rang a few times and no one answered. Only then did Guo Tailai realize that the principal should be off work. So I could only call Professor Wang in the department, and got President Wang's private phone number through Professor Wang, and then dialed it.

Principal Wang's phone was quickly picked up, and Guo Tailai heard Principal Wang's familiar voice: "Hello, I'm Wang Dazhong, who is it?"

Guo Tailai hurriedly reported himself, thinking that the headmaster must not remember who he is, and when he wanted to explain, he only mentioned his name, and the headmaster asked with a smile: "It's fat man! What's the matter?"

"Principal, do you still remember me?" Guo Tailai was a little surprised. If you keep in touch with him often, the principal remembers what he still said. It’s been a year and a half since he graduated and left school. The principal still remembers it. It’s really flattering.

"Although you have graduated, I keep hearing your name these days." The principal also smiled heartily on the phone. The new projects reported by the Department of Chemical Engineering, Department of Precision Instruments, and Department of Materials are all related to Guo Tailai, and all of them are big projects with bright prospects. It is strange to forget such a characteristic fat man: "How have you been recently?"

"Thank you principal for your concern. I'm fine!" Guo Tailai replied quickly.

After exchanging pleasantries, the principal asked Guo Tailai what he was doing. It must be no small matter to make his personal phone call so late.

Guo Tailai talked about the batch of bamboo slips from the Warring States Period that he had discovered, and then expressed that he wanted to donate them to his alma mater, hoping that his alma mater would accept them, and hoped that his alma mater could contact some experts to protect and clean up these bamboo slips in advance.

"The History Department of our school has been reestablished in 1993." Hearing that Guo Tailai was worried that his alma mater did not have enough history experts, Principal Wang couldn't help laughing and said: "There are still a group of experts. The bamboo slips you mentioned are very important. I Send someone there as soon as possible."