Chapter 70 Burial with a corpse is more suitable

After that day, Qin Qinsen was quiet for a long time.

The Teng family and Linhai Group all left him, and even Teng Su became quiet.

"I don't know if he has figured it out..." Qin Qinsen looked ahead and whispered absentmindedly.

"What are you mumbling about? Just follow Brother Hong and listen to his instructions. Call us if you have any questions." Boss Huang led Qin Qinsen towards the exhibition hall.

Perhaps Siyuntang's near month-long closure had stimulated the market; Boss Huang now had a backlog of orders stretching back three pages. His fingers moved briskly across his calendar, and he said, "Comrade Qin, work hard. Once this order is completed today, you'll have three days off starting tomorrow."

Three days? A long vacation?

Qin Qinsen casually grabbed the Yin energy attached to the exhibits and said unhappily, "Tomorrow is Saturday. What you call a long vacation is that you didn't schedule me for next Monday, right?"

"Why, you have to clock in for work on Monday?"

With a mischievous smile, Boss Huang deftly dodged the incoming slap. "Clean up the showroom! Customers will be arriving in an hour. Don't let them pick up any evil spirits and ruin our reputation."

After parting with Teng Su that day, Qin Qinsen hadn't heard from him since then, so he found an excuse not to go to Teng's. Bored, he went to Siyuntang every day to drink tea.

The result was that he was conscripted into the army and had to work intensively with Boss Huang for two consecutive weeks.

I just finished calling the soul of a certain family's youngest son the day before yesterday, and this morning at nine o'clock, I knocked on his door and said I had urgent work. When I arrived, I saw the ancient tomb exhibition...

"Is the tomb beautiful? It's full of burial objects and mummies... This golden embroidered robe is quite nice."

Walking through the exhibits, most of the Yin Qi was just on the surface. For Qin Qinsen, cleaning such exhibits was just a matter of convenience. On the other hand, the golden embroidered robe in the center of the exhibition hall was not only intact, but also had a strong bloody evil aura.

"Brother Hong, find a few brothers with strong Qi and blood to guard the Golden Threaded Robe. No one can get within five meters of it."

The Red Rhino is still in charge of the security for this exhibition. This is an additional clause that Boss Huang accepted when he ordered the exhibits to be deobfuscated - a good deal that keeps the money within the family.

Everything was arranged properly. At 2:00 p.m., before the guests entered the venue, a group of reporters with video cameras entered first.

"It's said to be the tomb of the most beautiful woman in the Liang Dynasty. Inside are all the jewelry she wore during her lifetime. All of them have been dug out."

"Is this true? Isn't it treason? How can there be a tomb?"

"Who cares? If Guan Tianqin says it is, then it is. He funded and presided over the excavation work. Otherwise..." The reporter who spoke winked at the photographer who asked the question, with a very rich expression.

Hearing the reporters' discussions, Qin Qinsen looked towards Jin Luyi's position.

The Golden Threaded Clothes stood at the center of the exhibition hall, surrounded by the jewelry the reporter had mentioned. Jade pendants, pearl hairpins, and earrings—all sorts of jewelry—exuded an endless brilliance under the light, so intense it was almost painful to gaze at for too long.

The most eye-catching thing is the mountain of gold, silver and jewelry sitting opposite the golden robe.

In the three-meter-high square glass display case, gold, silver and jewelry are scattered and piled up into small hills. Some of them have already shown signs of oxidation, but this does not affect visitors' admiration for the luxury and casualness of the hills.

Palm-sized gold nuggets, uncut gems, and according to the introduction, pearls, corals, night-shining pearls and other treasures are piled together so casually, accepting the envy and greed of future generations.

Many reporters couldn't help but approach the mountain of jewels, their hearts and eyes filled with a thirst for money. Just as they were about to press their faces against the glass for a closer look, Brother Hong led his team to form a circle around the exhibits and said, "Dr. Guan is here. Reporters, seize this opportunity to interview us."

Guan Tianqin's skin was slightly darker and rougher, revealing a man who had been exposed to the elements for years. Qin Qinsen had almost finished his work and was now leaning in a corner, silently watching the movements in the field.

"What's wrong?" Boss Huang came over and asked after finishing chatting with the organizer.

Qin Qinsen hesitated a little, "Be careful, it should be fine."

"Tsk, can't you just be more clear? You're bullying me, a half-witted person, aren't you?" Amidst the reporters' loud questions and flashbulbs, Boss Huang spoke in a low, serious voice. "Today's order is special. If we can handle it without any mistakes, even if we have the upper echelons' endorsement, we can still do whatever we want. So, Sen, you need to tell me the truth now. Are there any problems? Can we handle them?"

No wonder Boss Huang rushed over to arrest someone; it must have been someone's promise that he'd been tempted by his business. If only I could really impress the authorities with today's work...

etc.

"When you say 'higher up', do you mean the officials?"

Boss Huang smiled like a mouse that had stolen oil, raised his chin and hummed happily.

Seeing his boastful look, coupled with the other party's happy and prosperous fortune, Qin Qinsen sighed, "No wonder your fortune changes from pink to red after you go out. So this is how 'red' works."

"I remember you said that this exhibit will only be on display in Hai City for three days, right?"

"That's right."

"The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are walking."

There is no ink or inkstone, but there is plenty of cinnabar.

The two of them were sneaking around in a corner of the monitoring room, one drawing a talisman while the other used his body to block it. Fortunately, Qin Qinsen was different from the others. He drew the talisman in one go, very quickly, and finished it in less than five minutes.

When I returned to the exhibition hall, the reporters had already left, replaced by visitors clutching brochures. The number of visitors was small, and to prevent accidents, staff were on duty at the entrances and exits, only allowing fifty people in at a time.

"Today's exhibition was the most orderly and security-conscious I've ever experienced. No wonder Old Zhang and the others praised you and Xiao Huang. You two are truly promising young people."

Guan Tianqin, beaming with satisfaction, may be over fifty, but his sturdy build and upright, refined demeanor give the illusion he's no more than forty. Even with his silver hair, he could easily be mistaken for a fashionable, trendsetting older man.

"You're too polite, Dr. Guan. This is what we should do," Boss Huang said. "I wonder how Mr. Zhang and the others are doing lately. I haven't seen them for a while. Are you still addicted to gambling on stones?"

"Hahaha, no, I gave up on that a long time ago. Ever since he opened the blood wolf fang last time, he's been dreaming about being chased and bitten by wolves every day. If it weren't for the magic weapon from your Siyun Hall, he wouldn't have survived until now."

"A bloody wolf fang? Find a truly skilled celestial master to whittle it down with a lightning-struck peachwood sword. Or soak it in black dog blood for a few days, then stuff the blood-soaked wolf fang into the belly of a rooster that's never crowed, and bury it underground with the talisman for fourteen days."

Judging from Guan Tianqin's tone, he has a lot of exposure to Xuanmen affairs. Thinking of what Boss Huang had just said, Qin Qinsen didn't mind helping him.