Mystery One, Toyotomi's Secret Order

Whether it is land or sea, most of them are controlled by the Arabs and the Communists.This was also one of the motivations for Columbus to seek westward voyages.Around the twelfth century, China was already a sea giant, successfully controlling the sea routes leading to the West, which is now the Middle East.The South China Sea and the Indian Ocean have long been the most frequent routes for maritime trade between Chinese and Arab merchants.Didn't Marco Polo return to his hometown in Europe by this route?Ibn Batuta, this guy...also claims to go to China through this route.Although... many historians doubt his statement. "

The old curator touched his huge pink ears like an Indian elephant, and stroked his chin with a long beard like an Angora sheep. The corners of his mouth were slightly flattened.

"Zheng He collected relevant information on this before sailing, and took a similar route... There is nothing too strange about it."

"So, teacher...do you think that Zheng He's voyages to the Western Seas followed the sailing routes familiar to the Arabs, Indians and Chinese at that time?"

"Not in my opinion. Just in my opinion... it doesn't count. At least, the route he took at that time was not a new route. There have been many predecessors who have traveled before him. This is an open secret, isn't it?"

Seeing Zhang Wei still fighting a trapped beast, Raideman continued: "So, I always think that Zheng He is a great navigator, military strategist or...diplomat; but not...an explorer. Explorers must have the courage and intention to sail into the unknown. You can be unconvinced and disagree, but this is history..."

"So Zheng He couldn't become Columbus?"

Redman didn't answer the question, and looked down at Zhang Wei through thick presbyopic lenses.Although he respects his teachers, Zhang Wei never easily admits defeat and compromises in research and discussion.

"Teacher, what you said is correct. However, these are the parts we know. Those unknown parts? Other than Southeast Asia, South Asia, the Middle East, and East Africa? Maybe South Africa, Australia...or even other regions?"

The director of the curator rarely interrupted Zhang Wei’s statement: “Then evidence must be presented! As far as we know so far, Zheng He and his crew have at least... no such evidence left, or we haven’t found it yet... right? "

The old curator's conclusion made Zhang Wei speechless, and the discussion ended.It's time to get down to business. Redman got up and walked out of his desk.Zhang Wei hurriedly followed suit.The two came to the reception sofa and sat down in sequence.The old curator sat down, squinted at Zhang Wei across the table for a while, and took a deep breath as if thinking.

"Champ, I think you are the same as your father when he was young, under Chinese magic. Why, plan to help Zheng He reverse the case? Or, why are you suddenly interested in Zheng He?"

The curator frowned, and then deliberately put on a troubled look.

"Don't tell me someday that it was "Zheng He" who discovered the New World of America. Ha! Ha! This will cause huge waves all over the world! Oh! I can't imagine what it will be like?"

Although the old curator is old, his laughter is full of vigor, which is as loud as the bell of St. Patrick's Cathedral in the urban area.

"Teacher, don't worry. If there is such a day, I will definitely convince you with boxes and cabinets of evidence." There is an indescribable persistence, self-confidence, or fanaticism in Zhang Wei's eyes.

"No! No! No! I don't need to be convinced. You have to be convinced. I... never doubt my students. Otherwise, you have to doubt yourself first."

The old curator's laughter stopped suddenly, his tone changed, his eyes narrowed, and instantly became two big owl eyes.

"If there is such a day, I also hope that person is you. You, this kid just has a stupidity, persistence...and imagination that others can't understand."

Redman looked at the familiar student in front of him, somehow, he always had an unusual expectation for him.This expectation does not come from the long-term acquaintance with each other, but from Zhang Wei's strange and unexplainable whimsy, and his persistence and persistence in weird whimsy.The old curator leaned on the sofa, continued to stare at Zhang Wei, frowning and thinking for a while.Taking a breath, he opened his mouth slowly.

"At present, the oldest version of Ibn Batuta's travel notes may be in the National Museum of Iraq in Baghdad. The curator of the museum seems to be called Ali. He came from a local political family and was one of the family members of Prime Minister Rishi Ali. I have a little friendship with him, you can try to contact him, and mention... my name if necessary."

【注：瑞希阿里（RashidAlial-Kaylani,1892年-1965年）三任伊拉克总理，期间分别为1933年3月20日–1933年10月29日；1940年3月31日–1941年1月31日；1941年4月3日–1941年5月29日。】

Hearing Redman's words, a smile appeared on Zhang Wei's face, as if he was already in the Baghdad museum.

Raideman moved his body, and Zhang Wei knew that this was the old curator's habit of preparing to talk about big things, so he quickly sat upright and was ready to listen.

"Champ, now... let's talk about another thing."

"Yes! Teacher, please speak."

"Over the years, a large part of the operation of the museum has come from private donations, donations, or sponsorship..."

"I know that, Sensei. What's the problem now?"

Looking at Redman's cautious expression, Zhang Wei suddenly felt an inexplicable heavy pressure on his chest, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

"There is a Mr. Jason Austin from Texas who donates some important collections to us almost every few years. Recently, Mr. Austin asked me if I could recommend an expert on oriental antiquities to him. He has Several pieces of cultural relics in private collections need someone to help him identify them. Therefore, I recommended several experts who are proficient in oriental antiquities. As a result... none of them seem to meet his requirements. So..."

Redman's eyeballs finally settled on Zhang Wei.It goes without saying that Zhang Wei certainly knows what this means.

"So, teacher... you recommended me."

Redman nodded.But Zhang Wei didn't understand such a simple job, why is it necessary for the old curator to be so cautious?It's like asking him to find someone to verify the authenticity of "Mona Lisa" and "The Last Supper".With the title of curator of the world's three major museums alone, you only need to make a phone call.The top experts in the world will rush to do this job.Immediately, Zhang Wei felt a feeling of throwing himself into a trap and moths rushing to the flame.

He looked at the old curator's loyal and treacherous expression, and opened his mouth carefully.

"This guy...is difficult?"

Redman responded with a treacherous smile.Although Zhang Wei knew it well, he still wanted to dig out more information from the old curator.

"Since...the demands are so high? Why don't he go directly to Christie's Sauctionhouse and Sotheby's Sauctionhouse, they have a lot of experts and methods to satisfy customers?"

The curator changed his sitting position, put his left hand on his wrinkled cheek, and said leisurely: "In fact, he has already looked for it. None of them met his requirements. Therefore, he asked for a more professional..."expert".

After listening to Redman's explanation, Zhang Yi understood one thing: this is definitely Chun's job as a hot potato.

"It seems that this Mr. Austin, isn't...very good...to get along with, right?"

In order not to embarrass Raideman and get off the stage, Zhang Wei hurriedly spoke again.

"What kind of oriental cultural relics?"

"It seems...an ancient map and an ancient compass."

"Compass and map?" Zhang Wei exclaimed.

Immediately understood why when he stepped into the office just now, the moment he brought up the map, Raideman asked him for the strange expression.

Now that the words have been spoken, the curator no longer has any scruples.

"Champ, you came to me for the map. I'm going to come to you for the same reason. So, I say it's God's will."

Redman smiled and narrowed his eyes, with a scheming expression as if telling Zhang Wei.

"You threw yourself into the trap yourself. Can you blame me?"

For such a coincidence like a lightning strike, what else can Zhang Wei say at this time?I could only shrug my shoulders, pretending to accept my fate.Since it can't be rejected anyway, it's better to dig up more information and prepare as soon as possible.So as not to get Texas, run into this Austin suffer.

"What style?"

Zhang Wei's question immediately made the old curator a little embarrassed.He touched his flushed face again, and the pale skin looked even more rosy.

"To be honest... I only heard him mention it, but never read it. This Mr. Austin insisted on not letting his baby leave the collection room. That's why... even the experts... Christie... all took him There's no other reason."

At the same time as the curator's words fell, Zhang Wei had the urge to get up and leave immediately.Why look for a troublesome errand to get in a bad mood at the beginning of a beautiful summer vacation.

Zhang Wei then spread his hands: "In this case, I can't help it! Teacher, just based on a few on-site observations, even a top expert... is unlikely to make a correct judgment."

Redman was not surprised by Zhang Wei's response at all.He knew Zhang Wei too well, and the old gentleman's thick body lay back again, showing a relaxed appearance.

"I... think this Mr. Austin is looking for more than... a good-eyed