Chapter 449

At the Magic City Airport, Wei Ming saw Northern Qiao Feng, a bit surprised, but more of a surprise.

This time the organization chose to let Peking University send someone to accompany Wei Ming abroad, instead of choosing active-duty soldiers, which was also a gesture of releasing trust.

Northern Qiao Feng was not only Wei Ming's friend but also a battle-tested veteran.

Northern Qiao Feng was even happier than Wei Ming about this matter; he flew directly from Yanjing to the Magic City, which was his first time taking a plane, and next he would experience his first time going abroad in his life!

"Hey, I, Old Qiao, am also relying on your blessing; I am so happy for your sister-in-law and the others."

Going abroad has subsidies, and they are all in foreign exchange; as long as you spend a little less abroad, you can spend a little more on your wife and children.

"Brother Feng, you have also become a leader recently; you haven't lost your skills, have you." Wei Ming asked.

Northern Qiao Feng showed off his biceps: "Look at what you said; how about we practice later."

Wei Ming entered Peking University mainly to practice military combat with Northern Qiao Feng and to practice martial arts for physical fitness with Biaozi; he felt that his physical state was much better than in his previous life at the same time; no matter how many times in a night, he could still be full of vigor the next day.

He smiled and waved his hand: "As long as the skills are still there; I heard that there are many thieves in Italy."

"Ah, isn't that a developed country? Can there still be thieves?" Northern Qiao Feng was unbelievable; nowadays, information about foreign countries had long been flooded in the country, and all that was passed on was the good of foreign countries.

Wei Ming: "In short, still be careful."

In his previous life, he had been to Europe; what Italy, France, Spain, good guy, I was stolen three times a day, and I didn't know if the 1980s would be better.

The transit time in Hong Kong was very short, and there was no time to meet A-Min; Wei Ming just treated Brother Feng to a meal at Holiland at the airport; Brother Feng ate and praised it repeatedly; he didn't know the relationship between this restaurant and Wei Ming, purely liking to eat meat.

With the hot broadcast of "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," the brand value of Holiland, which sponsored this program, soared; when they came, it wasn't even mealtime, but there were more people than any of these restaurants at the airport.

Old Gui and Liu Bin were already planning to open a branch in Macau; of course, the number of branches in Hong Kong still had to continue to increase.

Next, the Taiwan market also had to start being occupied.

After eating, they started a long-distance flight; Brother Feng remained vigilant at all times, guarding against everyone who wanted to get close to him, including the beautiful flight attendants who admired him.

Don't get close!

Because the organizing committee had already notified them, when they landed at Marco Polo Airport, Xu Jinjiang was holding a sign waiting to welcome them.

Not seeing Director Wang Shuchen was because the organizing committee didn't notify them to stay for the closing ceremony, meaning "The Book of Heaven" didn't win an award, so they left early.

However, "The Book of Heaven" had achieved good results in the trading market, selling the copyrights of several countries; one was the endorsement of the original work, two was that the artistic level was indeed international, and three was that the story was simple and easy to understand, with a low threshold for viewing, but these profits all belonged to the BBC.

Arriving here, Wei Ming learned from Xu Jinjiang that A-Long and his wife had also come to Italy for their honeymoon together.

"But they should be in Milan at this moment." Xu Jinjiang explained.

"Hmm, let them play to their heart's content; let's go to the hotel first."

At the end of the film festival, hotel rooms were much more abundant, but Xu Jinjiang and Xia Wenxi still lived in one room; they weren't because there were few rooms, but to save money.

After settling Wei Ming and Northern Qiao Feng, Xu Jinjiang went to the next room to call Xia Wenxi, preparing for the four of them to go out and stroll around.

Coming to the Water City, how could they not take a boat, and then stroll around St. Mark's Square.

"Ma Xiaowei, I didn't believe it before coming, but now I believe it." Brother Feng said when at St. Mark's Square.

"Believe what?" Wei Ming was taking pictures, taking a group photo for Xu Jinjiang and Xia Wenxi; these two hadn't even taken a group photo after coming for so many days, and I didn't know what they had been doing for so many days.

"Thieves, and not just one."

Northern Qiao Feng pointed to a curly-haired young man diagonally in front; he was leaning toward a couple; the couple was probably also foreign tourists, and that fat body shape was probably a stupid and rich American.

Wei Ming: "Don't worry about it, as long as they don't steal from us; these thieves may all be organized."

Brother Feng nodded; if it were himself, he might be meddlesome, but the organization let him go abroad to protect Wei Ming; let alone thieves, even if he encountered a murderer, he had to prioritize escorting Ma Xiaowei away from the scene.

However, this wave really made him a bit disillusioned with foreign countries.

"Ah Jiang, take a picture of me and Brother Feng here."

Wei Ming came under the Flying Lion statue in St. Mark's Square to pose; it was said that this Flying Lion had stood here for nearly a thousand years.

The Golden Lion of the Golden Lion Award came from this, and the trophy was also a replica of this lion; it could be said that it was Venice's most iconic sculpture and a symbol of the Venetian spirit.

Wei Ming asked Xu Jinjiang: "Ah Jiang, have you noticed that this lion is a bit strange."

"How is it strange, because it has wings?" Xu Jinjiang smiled, "Europeans like to add wings to lions."

Wei Ming: "Wings are no problem; these wings are very European, but do you think its face and overall shape look like a European lion statue."

Northern Qiao Feng listened carefully, wanting to hear his high opinion; after all, Ma Xiaowei's research on lions was very deep.

"Ah, I can't see this clearly?" Xu Jinjiang looked up; this lion was placed too high, and he could only see a rough idea.

However, Wei Ming came from later generations, but knew that this lion had strands of hair hanging from its chin, a large nose, flared nostrils, bared fangs, and a fierce expression; these elements had a very high degree of similarity with the shape of the tomb-guarding beasts of the Tang Dynasty in China, but had nothing in common with typical medieval Romanesque or Gothic lion statues.

Later, the Italian scientific research team used lead isotope analysis and other means to detect and analyze the original casting material samples of the bronze lion; it could be confirmed that the copper material originally used to cast this bronze lion came from mines in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River in China.

This cultural symbol that Venice had been proud of for hundreds of years was suspected to be a Chinese lion, possibly even a tomb-guarding beast, which was later modified many times and became the unique appearance it is today, but this year did not have this point of view.

At this time, Xia Wenxi suddenly took out a small telescope and handed it to Xu Jinjiang; Xu Jinjiang immediately retreated and retreated and retreated again, finally being able to clearly see the front face of the Flying Lion; however, Xu Jinjiang regretfully found that he was not familiar with what other European lion statues looked like, nor was he clear about what Tang Dynasty lion statues looked like; Xu Jinjiang sighed that he was still too far away from the knowledgeable Teacher Wei.

Afterward, Wei Ming found that there were proportional models of the St. Mark's Flying Lion for sale in the square; he immediately bought two, feeling that he could write a paper after returning to the country.

When they returned to the hotel, before going upstairs, they were stopped in the lobby.

"May I ask if you are Mr.?" a bald middle-aged white man greeted them.