Lu Qiuying pondered for a moment; it wasn't that she doubted herself, but rather that she lacked confidence in herself.

Lin Ziyan yawned, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't worry, just follow the plan from above."

She could understand Lu Qiuying's feelings. Guangzhou was a key city for reform and opening up, and even a small deviation could affect the overall situation.

"You should get some sleep. I'll come up and wake you when it's time to eat." Lu Qiuying noticed the dark circles under her eyes and got up to leave.

Lin Ziyan felt completely weak and nodded.

Heating had already been turned on in Beijing, and there was no chill in the air inside.

She changed into her pajamas, drew the curtains, and lay down.

Lin Ziyan wanted to lie down for a while, but as soon as her head touched the pillow, she was overcome with sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

…

On the other side, inside the Kyoto City Museum.

With everything ready, the museum opened ahead of schedule.

The bright and spacious exhibition hall had a floor so shiny it reflected light like a mirror.

The glass display cases and open display stands were filled with the corresponding exhibits.

Grandma Lu led Jiaojiao's little hand into the exhibition hall.

Grandma Lin and Grandma Lan walked behind, looking at the exhibits and nodding slightly.

"Director Wen, this area needs some adjustments..."

Upon hearing the staff member's voice, the group turned to look at the same time.

Wen Hui was looking at the exhibits when she noticed their gazes. She turned around, saw them, and her eyes lit up instantly.

"You should have called me beforehand, and I could have sent someone to meet you at the door..."

Grandma Lan waved her hand, "We feel more at ease buying tickets, and besides, it's like paying taxes to the country."

She walked slowly with a smile on her face, occasionally putting on her reading glasses to look at the signs introducing the cultural relics.

Jiaojiao and Xiaoxiao walked ahead of them, hand in hand.

Because it opened suddenly before the Lunar New Year, there weren't many people visiting the exhibition at this time.

Grandma looked around, and her eyes brightened a bit.

These are cultural relics sent from various provinces and cities, as well as some manuscripts by great literary figures.

"These bronze artifacts were borrowed from a collector..." Wen Hui explained to the group without the staff following them.

Grandma Lu walked at the very back, and when people talked about fighting, such as marksmanship and horsemanship, she could chime in with a few words.

She would just look at these cultural relics and at most say, "Beautiful!"

Lin Atai doesn't talk much, but every time she does, she points out the mistakes Wenhui makes.

She seemed very familiar with these things, her gaze indifferent.

When she reached the donated wedding dress, Lin Atai stopped and looked at it for a while.

"Your introduction is quite comprehensive; it seems you've put a lot of thought into it."

Wen Hui breathed a sigh of relief. As a member of the Ministry of Culture, she had never been so apprehensive as she was now.

She was even curious about what the Lin family ancestors did and how they knew the origins of all the cultural relics.

Grandma Lin walked a few more steps forward, stopped in front of a porcelain piece, looked at the label, and shook her head.

"This porcelain is a fake."

Wen Hui's eyes widened. "Impossible! This was borrowed from a museum in another province."

Grandma Lan's expression was stern, and her cloudy eyes darkened slightly.

Counterfeit?

Everyone knows how serious the consequences would be if foreign delegations found out.

This exhibition at the Beijing Municipal Museum is aimed at attracting foreign investment.

"nonsense!"

A resounding voice rang out.

Lin Atai turned around and saw an old man with a snow-white beard, a face full of age spots, and a cane in his hand.

His chest heaved up and down, clearly indicating that he was quite angry.

"Mr. Liang, please don't be angry..." Wen Hui saw the former curator and hurriedly went to greet him.

Lin Atai remained calm and continued looking at the other exhibits.

"Wait, what's your basis for saying this porcelain is a fake?" Curator Liang stopped her with his cane.

Grandma Lu saw this, quickly walked over, slapped his cane away, and put her hands on her hips.

"Old man Liang, you can talk, but why did you have to resort to violence?"

Director Liang took a deep breath. "I apologize for my impulsiveness just now."

How did you tell the porcelain was a fake?

"Our museum has had all the old objects on display authenticated by experts."

Grandma Lin, "Was there only one piece of this porcelain?"

Director Liang nodded quickly, confirming that, according to records, only one such magnificent piece of porcelain had ever been made.

Experts currently offer differing explanations for the specific reasons.

However, so far, no one has said that this porcelain is a fake.

"Then it must be real. If it were in my cabinet, wouldn't it be a fake if it were just sitting here?" Lin Atai casually tossed out a remark.

Little did she know, her words stunned everyone present.

This porcelain piece once fetched a high price of $10 million at an overseas auction.

The porcelain pieces on display were acquired by collectors at auction.

If that collector knew it was fake, he'd probably have a heart attack.

Grandma Lan was the first to come to her senses and hurriedly followed in Grandma Lin's footsteps.

The snow was falling too heavily outside, otherwise they would still be in the temple.

Curator Liang hurriedly chased after him, "You're saying the genuine article is in your hands?"

"Where did you put it? How did you preserve it?"

In that turbulent era, porcelain was the most difficult item to preserve.

Many precious calligraphy manuscripts and antique paintings were burned in a fire.

Lin Atai glanced at him but didn't say anything.

She must be crazy to claim she has a unique piece of porcelain in the exhibition hall...

Grandma Lu noticed her concerns and quickly stepped forward to tug at Wen Hui's sleeve.

Director Liang wanted to ask more questions, but Lin Atai had already left the exhibition hall, moving so fast it looked like she was running away.

They didn't reach the innermost exhibition hall and were unaware that the exhibits sent by Wagner had already been displayed.

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