Chapter 657: Historical Turning Point

Sigh! Working with big‑picture people is like this—Liu Guangtian, a semi‑illiterate in the cultural field, was instantly assigned this banner‑holding post by Yang Qing.

He doesn't care whether they can handle it or not.

Liu Guangtian knows his limits—he could never do this himself, so what now?

The bigwigs have already set the task—you're not going to do it?

No way—his background is far too poor, even worse than Brother Qing's.

If you don't suit up, hauling all that gear could easily bring disaster.

That's just how this damned world works—you need both money and guns, or else you'll be the neighbor hoarding grain while they hoard guns.

As people age, they gain experience but lose courage and grow more wary.

But what if I lack the ability?

Liu Guangtian looked at Yang Tian.

Since it was your father's suggestion, this falls to you.

Back at the excavation site, Liu Guangtian told Yang Tian what was going on.

Setting up a museum is fine, but reviving culture?

He doesn't know jack.

Dad's throwing him another tough problem.

But he isn't overly afraid—the Yang family never requires you to do everything personally.

To solve problems, they even created a dedicated Qingyun Consulting Company.

If I can't do it, money will suffice.

Experts will handle the planning.

Seeing Liu Guangtian's worried frown, Yang Tian tried to comfort him.

"Uncle Liu, it's a small thing—leave it to me. Our family runs a Qingyun Consulting Company; we can spend tens of millions, or if needed hundreds of millions, and we'll definitely work out a feasible plan."

Hearing this, Liu Guangtian blurted, "Damn!"

Damn, you can even pull that off?

Is this really the gap between ordinary folk and the wealthy?

I only look inward for solutions, whereas they seek answers worldwide.

But is it reliable?

After all these years of turmoil, true masters of the national heritage are likely scarce.

Otherwise, scar literature wouldn't have dominated all these years.

And there are plenty of lovesick, melancholic nutcases.

National painting is especially bleak—(the cultural industry is largely propped up by performers, like redwood furniture and antiques).

Even today, the cultural sector faces many restrictions.

How to proceed?

Even we insiders are clueless—can hiring a company really fix it?

There's no fertile ground—from top to bottom, cultural confidence is lacking.

How will you do it?

Foreign junk gets hauled up to heaven, while masterpieces can't fetch twenty dollars.

How will you do it?

Moreover, the few who understand the national essence are fading, so naturally the audience that can appreciate it is shrinking.

Who can even tell good from bad?

There are plenty of fame‑seekers, but genuine masters are rare—and they often have no voice.

This whole thing is bullshit.

Liu Guangtian lacks confidence—even if Yang Qing puts up several hundred million for research, he's not optimistic.

Liu Guangtian is right—cultural revival is too hard; only when Daxia became one of the two poles did a glimmer appear, but by then what remained was minuscule.

Rekindling the fire is no easy task.

But some things must be done—if we don't act now, even less will remain later.

Yang Qing is also just doing his best—not seeking great feats, only hoping to leave a seed.

Don't let mighty Daxia spawn only monsters while failing to produce anything presentable.

Yang Tian is in fine shape—like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers—unlike Liu Guangtian, whose heart is full of despair.

If it's all the same as yours, then forget it.

Young people are our hope—dare to fight, dare to strive.

The world has no path until many walk it—we need walkers, not just seekers.

Not seekers.

Liu Guangtian didn't pass his lack of confidence to Yang Tian—he encouraged him.

"Heaven, the future rests on you."

"Uncle, I'll be your strong backing."

Yang Tian is brimming with confidence—he's got money, he's got a dad—what's there to fear?

At worst, we start over.

Liu Guangtian can't fathom where Yang Tian's confidence comes from.

He doesn't realize that the Yang family aren't unafraid of big difficulties—they just ask, what's the big deal if we fail?

Just do it—we won't starve, it's Dad's assignment, and we've got a safety net.

Afterwards, the two of them and the excavation team's experts argued more and more.

The thing Yang Tian said most often was:

"If you take these things away, will you put them on display?"

"If you take these things back, will you take good care of them?"

"Is leaving those antiques you dumped in the warehouse to fend for themselves a responsible attitude?"

"We have money; we will carefully maintain each cultural relic."

"As for exhibitions, we have already prepared to build a museum."

"Cultural relics belong to the people, not the state, nor the museum; whoever can properly preserve them and make reasonable use of them so that the public can see them should be given custodianship."

Liu Guangtian and Yang Tian lectured on principles, one set after another.

Besides, this was originally buried by someone else's old master, and those who argue with them usually can't match these two, who practice their craft daily and have refined their goods.

Finally, Yang Tian snatched back several thousand cultural relics from his family's treasure trove.

He also obtained exhibition rights for some oracle bones.

The experts were also very excited.

Because they not only acquired a large number of cultural relics, but also found a large quantity of oracle bones and gold and silver treasures within them.

Most importantly, there are many important documents, including hundreds of volumes of the Yongle Encyclopedia.

There are also some skulls.

The experts speculate that these are very likely the skulls of the long-lost Jingbei people.

With these items as a foundation, the antiques Yang Tian left behind no longer seem so unacceptable.

When Yang Tian returned, Damaoxiong had already collapsed.

It had completely become history.

The turn of events happened so quickly; in just a few years, the world had changed dramatically.

In Jingcheng, both newspapers and television were frenziedly reporting this matter.

A shock therapy in economic history nearly caused the nation to perish and the race to be exterminated, leaving nobody.

(During this period of history, it is said that Damaoxiong lost several mushroom heads.)

And from now on, the honeymoon period between Yingjiang and us began to end (1993 Yinhe, 1994 confrontation, 1996 Taiwan Strait, 1999 embassy……).

(When Pu Dadi came to power, things became much better for us.)

Yang Qing knew a wave of bankruptcies was coming.

A feast of wealth was also coming.

But Yang Qing had no interest in participating in such a wealth feast.

Whether spoken well or not, he had no need to earn this bit of ill-gotten money.

(With the market opening up and the honeymoon period ending, for domestic manufacturing it could be said to be a complete overhaul.)

Faced with the great historical trend, Yang Qing could do nothing but invest a little in VCD, BYD, BBK, Wavecom, and other promising companies.

Let them grow stronger and become more competitive enterprises.

Looking at his own plan list, Yang Qing himself trembled.

If he invested in all of this, what would his future wealth swell into?

Fortunately, he had set up a university; with this money‑sinking asset, he could also offset his profit‑making ability.

Sometimes, having too much money is also a worry.

Otherwise, he would deliberately invest in some failures……

Yang Qing shook his head; these Hongqing investments were already underway, and since they lacked Yang Qing's god's‑eye view, the investment risk remained great.

The money thrown away was not insignificant.