Entertainment: Survival on a desert island, you call this a little fresh meat

Beijing, Yushui Garden.

When it comes to the capital, there are few people who know about the Yushui Garden Community, because the people who live in this community are basically politicians, and their status is not low, even if you have money, you can't live in.

In the evening, Li Xiaoyu was watching Chen Mo's live broadcast, holding his chin with his hands and his face full of little stars.

"Xiaoyu, what's so good about this show? You will be in your third year of high school next year, if you don't hurry up to review, how can you get admitted to a good university?" On the sofa next to Li Xiaoyu sat a white-haired old man with glasses, who was Li Xiaoyu's grandfather, looking at her helplessly at this moment.

Maybe it's really that I'm old, and my mind can't keep up with today's young people, so I chase stars, and I watch variety shows, but you watch people digging big pits all afternoon, and you don't blink your eyes, this is a bit unreasonable, right?

"Oh, grandpa, Chen Mo is not an ordinary artist, he is this year's hero of the year, this is positive energy, don't you always let me learn from a good example?"

Li Liguo couldn't help but rub his eyebrows, feeling helpless, as long as he talked about his granddaughter in the past two days, this little girl's iconic retort would pop out, but he still made himself helpless.

After all, what he said does make sense, he is the hero of the year, full of positive energy.

"Grandpa, grandpa. Just when Li Xiaoyu was still feeling proud of his phased victory, he suddenly saw Chen Mo digging up cultural relics, and then heard Chen Mo's later explanation.

You know, my grandfather is now the director of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, and I have learned a lot of knowledge about antique cultural relics over the years, just looking at the clear traces of cultural relics in the photographer's lens, Li Xiaoyu saw at a glance that this thing was worth a lot, so he hurriedly put the tablet in front of his grandfather.

"Grandpa, look, Chen Mo seems to have dug up cultural relics, and I heard him say that it is the bronze pile site of the Xia Dynasty four thousand years ago.

Li Xiaoyu was a little excited, his idol had found a great treasure, and his little fan was also honored.

"Four thousand years ago, the Xia Dynasty?" Li Liguo pursed his lips, and said in his heart that young people nowadays really dare to open their teeth, do you think that cultural relics are stones on the side of the road, just dig them out casually, and you can identify the year

casually?"

Li Xiaoyu pushed the tablet under his grandfather's nose and forced him to look at it.

Although Li Liguo is the director of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, as the so-called one thing descends to one thing, he really has nothing to do with his little granddaughter: "Okay, okay, then grandpa just take a look, just take a look." After

speaking, he looked at the live broadcast camera inside the tablet.

This thing

is indeed a cultural relic.

Li Liguo's face became solemn all of a sudden, and he hurriedly sat up straight, put on his glasses, and prepared to take a closer look, but at the critical moment, the tablet was taken away by Li Xiaoyu.

"Didn't Grandpa say that he would only look at it once? Now that he has seen it at a glance, I'm going to take it.

Li Liguo glared at her and said seriously: "Don't mess around, show grandpa." "

At this critical moment, there is no room for sloppiness.

Li Xiaoyu playfully stuck out her tongue, and then obediently sent the tablet back.

Li Liguo was almost lying in front of the computer screen, carefully observing it repeatedly.

This trace, this shape, this material, and ancient characters can still be vaguely seen on it.

All of a sudden, Li Liguo stood up directly from the sofa, almost trembling with excitement: "It's bronze, it's definitely bronze, and there are seven or eight pieces in succession, and there are faint traces in the big pit below, and 90% of it is a bronze pile."

"The year is at least 2,500 years ago, and this judgment called Chen Mo is very valuable and has reference value.

The more Li Liguo spoke, the more excited he became, and he couldn't care about his granddaughter anymore, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called the official.

"Hey, it's me, Lao Li. "

You also saw that, that's right, there is a high probability that it is a bronze pile, and the information deduced by Chen Mo is very likely to be true.

"It's hard to judge whether it's the Xia Dynasty now, but at least it's something from two thousand five hundred years ago, and I apply to open the first-level permission." "

No, I'm going to go tonight, or don't you plan to let my old man sleep?"

"Okay, that's it, I'll take my team, and you will have a battalion of people to help me station on guard, and if it is indeed a bronze pile, the excavation range will not be less than ten kilometers." Hanging

up the phone, Li Liguo called several more in succession, and then explained to his granddaughter without looking back that he didn't have to wait for him in the past few days to get dressed and go out.

At the same time, the program team also received an official call.

When Zhao Hai received the call, a cold sweat broke out: "Don't worry, we are 100% cooperative, and it is our honor as citizens to be able to contribute to the country."

"No problem, no problem, I will arrange for the guests to evacuate near the bronze pile, and we can also change to a small island."

"You don't need to change islands, you just don't need to get close to the cordon? Okay, thank you for the country's understanding, no problem, no problem at all."

"I understand, I understand, tonight, our program team will not make a conclusion on this batch of cultural relics on the hot search, everything will wait for your professional team to come over and make a conclusion, after all, when it comes to the history of cultural relics, the official should be more rigorous and more credible."

"What? Do you want to see Chen Mo? And also in the form of a normal

live broadcast?" "Oh, it is conducive to the country's propaganda of cultural relics and historical knowledge, and establish a rich image, no problem, to let us broadcast live, is to love us, good, good, so decided." Hung

up the phone, Zhao Hai only felt that his heart was beating wildly, and his clothes were almost soaked, don't look at himself as the explosive director ceiling of various variety show phenomena now, but in the final analysis, he is the people.

There is always pressure to talk to the official, but after the cold sweat came out, a smile appeared on his face again, okay, very good, Chen Mo deserves to be his lucky general.

Originally, the show was phenomenal, but now such a hot topic has emerged, and the official allows him to cooperate with the publicity, which can be said to be more icing on the cake than the icing on the cake.

That's a good thing.

"What is Chen Mo doing now?" Zhao Hai asked, looking at his little assistant.

The little assistant turned the screen to him: "Chen Mo is wearing that bronze mask, saying something to absorb the historical and ancient cultural heritage and promote his own cultural literacy." Zhao

Hai looked up at the screen, almost fainted, and saw Chen Mo wearing the mask and gesturing back and forth, and playing with his left and right hands.

My little ancestor, do you want our show to be closed?"

"Quick, call him and ask him to put down the mask for Lao Tzu!"

- [Resentment from Zhao Hai +10000].