Upon learning the result, the curator nearly fainted.

So many oil paintings in the museum have been inexplicably replaced; if the responsibility for this is investigated, he won't be able to bear it all alone.

Museums are not privately owned; they cannot be done whatever the owner wants. Museums belong to the nation…

He's responsible for losing the museum's items!

His gaze swept around the people in the conference room.

The words spilled from between his teeth, “Speak up! Speak up! You get such high salaries every month, and this is all you get?!”

Who stole the painting?! Tell me! Tell me! Whoever reveals the truth will be richly rewarded!

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other in bewilderment, the crucial point being that they really hadn't done it!

The entire conference room was eerily quiet; if a pin were to fall, the noise would likely startle everyone.

The air was so oppressive that even breathing felt abrupt, and everyone held their breath, afraid to breathe loudly.

The deputy curator took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Curator... I'm afraid... I'm afraid it wasn't one of our people who stole it!"

The number of oil paintings that went missing was simply too great. Even if someone wanted to steal them, how could they have the guts to replace so many paintings with fakes?

Moreover, the quality of these fakes is so high that they are indistinguishable from genuine products unless carbon-14 dating is performed!

Therefore, I think that the quality of this fake is so high that it must have been made by an expert!

And it wasn't just one person, it was a team. We must have encountered a gang that steals oil paintings!

The curator said, "Then we need to find out what kind of gang we encountered! The most important thing is to get the painting back!"

The deputy curator said, "Do you think it can be found again? The oil painting is in the hands of Middle Eastern royalty!"

Does that mean our country can declare war on them, just march over and snatch the paintings back?

Do you really think they'll return the painting to us voluntarily? I heard they bought it for a high price!

The curator also took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He was so stunned by anger that he hadn't thought about this matter for a moment.

He nodded and said, "Our country certainly won't declare war on them over these paintings..."

The deputy curator said, "If we can't declare war, they definitely won't return the painting to us."

These paintings are missing, and the thief can't be caught. All of us here... must take responsibility for this!

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the conference room erupted in an uproar!

This was an utter disaster for them. It's like being at home when trouble comes out of nowhere. Just look at them and you'll see!

The meeting room erupted in chaos.

Everyone chimed in, saying, "Director! This has nothing to do with us!"

"We didn't lose the painting, so why should we be responsible?"

"How can we guard against such professional methods of stealing paintings? Besides, there's no evidence to prove when it was stolen."

"I think if it can be proven which day it was lost, at least the person who worked that day should be responsible."

But we can't prove when it was lost, so we can't wrongly accuse an innocent person!

The conference room was now a chaotic mess, a far cry from the absolute silence that had just taken place!

Mi Bao laughed out loud like a goose in the space, "Goose, goose, goose! Look at their faces, their faces look like they've been dyed with all sorts of colors!"

Haha, I really want to see them break down! How many of them do you think will end up in jail?

Li Xiyue said, "Let's see what these old foxes think of to handle this. I reckon they won't just sit here and wait to be killed!"

She and Mu Jinguo arrived at the bureau, and the two of them went into the office building together to discuss the acquisition in the bureau chief's office.

Mibao isn't interested in the factory acquisition; what it's most interested in are the people in the museum. How can we resolve this?

The curator picked at his ear with his fingers; his ears were about to go deaf from the noise!

He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Stop arguing! Everyone, stop arguing! What time is it now? Who still has time to argue?!"

The deputy curator said, "Curator, I think everyone has a point. Since we can't determine who was on duty when the item went missing, we can't determine who should be held responsible."

"We can't just arrest everyone in our entire museum, can we?"

He knew in his heart that if this were the case, he and the curator would also be held responsible!

Moreover, logically speaking, he and the curator are the most guilty!

They could have worked for a few more years and reached retirement age, where they could have happily received their pensions and enjoyed a carefree life of petting cats and dogs and traveling around.

But because of this incident, he doesn't know if he'll receive his pension, but he'll definitely be going to jail!

The curator's brow furrowed. He looked at the deputy curator, who in turn looked at the curator. The two exchanged glances and glances.

After a slight pause, the curator looked at the appraisers present and said quietly, "You have all been our museum's official appraisers for decades!"

We've always had a very pleasant working relationship. Say it again, are these paintings real or fake?!

When he said the last sentence, there was a clear threat in his tone!

The deputy curator followed up, "Say it again, are these oil paintings genuine or forgeries?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a gun and slammed it on the table. The gun was loaded and the safety catch was off.

Several expert appraisers broke out in a cold sweat.

They were well aware of the consequences of this matter. If the item was found to be a fake, everyone present, except for a few of them, would probably be sent to jail!

As soon as the director and deputy director finished speaking, everyone else instantly understood what they meant!

Everyone stood up, agitated, and questioned the appraiser.

The curator gestured for everyone to sit down and said, "Please calm down! Let the appraisers think about it carefully!"

He took out his checkbook and wrote several checks, each for 100,000 yuan.

He handed the checks to each of the appraisers present.

He asked with a smile, "Are these oil paintings genuine or forgeries?"

Several appraisers wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, their hands trembling as they picked up the checks. They glanced at their colleagues and said in unison, "The oil paintings in the museum are all genuine!"

"All the paintings we bought in the Middle East are fakes! We'll issue an authentication report right away, proving these paintings are genuine!!"

Honey Baby was dumbfounded in the space. It said to Li Xiyue, "What... what kind of operation is this?! Oh my god, you can do this?! Isn't this obviously fake?!"

Li Xiyue said, "What do you think? It's too easy to make fakes in the antique market, and those who make fakes are all experts!"

They only scam uninformed laymen! After all, an expert's single sentence can determine whether something is true or false!