Honey said, "No way, if that's the case, wouldn't the truth and the falsehood be all mixed up?! The paintings in the royal family are all real!"

"With what they've done, won't the paintings the royal family bought become fake after being cleaned? And won't the royal family suspect you?"

Li Xiyue said, "I didn't expect that. If they do this, the people in the Middle East will definitely suspect the paintings I gave them..."

Mi Bao said, "We can't let them issue such a certificate. Let's find a way to stop them!"

The curator isn't very generous either; he only offers 100,000 per person, but we'll offer 1 million. Let them be realistic!

Li Xiyue said, "I'm afraid this is not just a matter of money. After all, it involves dozens of people going to jail, as well as their families."

Once these people are arrested and imprisoned, their lives and their families will be ruined!

Therefore, to protect themselves, these people would rather ruin the work of these appraisers than let their appraisal results ruin them! Look, the deputy curator has already pulled out a gun!

"Are they just going to lie through their teeth like that? Turn black into white?" Mi Bao said.

Li Xiyue said, "Otherwise, who would want to ruin their own and their family's future?"

The best solution to this problem is for an appraiser to issue an authentication report proving that all the oil paintings in the museum are genuine.

As long as the paintings in the museum are all genuine, their countries will not need to wage war against Middle Eastern royal families!

Everyone here can work peacefully until retirement, happily receive their pension, and support their families.

As for the appraisers, although they took some risks, at least their lives were not in danger, and each of them received a consolation prize of 100,000 yuan.

For people in that era, 100,000 yuan was a large sum of money.

Mibao said, "You're right, this is probably the least harmful solution for them!"

But I'm afraid the Middle Eastern royal families will suspect you and it could be detrimental to you. We still need to do arms trade with them, and we need to go to their palaces!

Li Xiyue looked at the new appraisal reports issued by the appraisers, and they had even made a fake carbon-14 appraisal report.

She said to Mi Bao, "See those original reports? Put all of them into my spatial storage!"

All the original reports were personally put into a file bag by the deputy curator, who then walked to the shredder with the file bag in his hand.

Once this file folder is thrown into the shredder, these reports will be gone!

With quick reflexes, Mi Bao took all the appraisal reports from the file folder into her spatial storage, and then put some papers inside.

The deputy curator stuffed the file folder into the shredder, which automatically shredded all the documents.

Everyone saw that the document had been reduced to dust, and they high-fived each other in celebration!

The curator immediately ordered the deputy curator to issue a public announcement declaring that all the oil paintings in their museum were genuine!

This event was undoubtedly as important as a rebirth for them!

Mi Bao sat in the boss's chair, flipping through the appraisal report with his little paws. Hehe, who would have thought that the original appraisal report was in his hands!

In the royal palace.

The old king ate his breakfast while watching news from various countries.

The interpreter stood beside the old king, reading newspapers from various countries to him. He soon came to the museum's announcement...

The old king had just picked up the fork when he threw it back onto the plate with a clatter!

He said, "What did you just say? Say it again?"

The translator said, "It's a notice from the museum. They announced that all the oil paintings in their museum are originals!"

The old king snatched the newspaper away and looked at the headline news.

The news report also included photos of oil paintings, all of which he had just bought!

After reading the news, he slammed the newspaper on the table, the words escaping from between his teeth: "Bastard! Bastard! How dare you try to fool me! Go and call Rockford over here!"

As Rocco was having breakfast in his room, he heard a guard run in and tell him that the king had summoned him. He immediately followed the guard and strode to the dining room.

When the old king saw his brother arrive, he suddenly threw the newspaper at his brother's face.

He said angrily, "Look what the newspaper says! We've been fooled, we bought counterfeit goods!"

Rockefeller quickly picked up the newspaper. To be honest, he couldn't understand what was written on it, but there was a translator here, so he asked the translator to read it to him again.

The translator read the news to Rockefeller.

Roch's face twitched violently. He said, "No way... we bought a fake? We've been scammed!"

The king said, "Did you and that brat conspire to swindle my money?!"

Rocques was startled. He knelt down with a thud and said to the old king, "Your Majesty! How could I possibly lie to you? I don't know that boy at all!"

I originally wanted to buy the fighter jet he brought; I knew nothing about the oil painting!

He was completely wronged! He just wanted to help the old king buy the fighter jets from that kid!

Who knew that the old king would talk to that kid about oil paintings again, and in the end he not only bought fighter jets, but also more than twenty oil paintings!

How can you blame them? He didn't even get a word in edgewise when we were talking about oil paintings!

The whole thing was between the old king and that kid, but now the old king is pinning all the blame on him!

He can't bear this sin!

The old king roared in exasperation, "You don't know him, yet you brought him into the palace?"

You bastard! With your IQ, how can you even handle your current job?! Get out!

He really didn't care about that money. Anyway, there was plenty of oil underground, which would make him a lot of money every day. No matter how much he squandered it, he could never spend it all.

But he couldn't afford to lose face. He had only bought counterfeit goods, and now he could imagine that the whole world was laughing at him!

Rockefeller stormed out of the restaurant, seething with anger. What was going on? He had originally earned a merit, but now not only had he not earned one, he had also lost his job!

Even though members of the royal family don't work, they receive a large living allowance every month.

But there are still jobs that pay more, and nobody complains about having too much money!

He clenched his fists in anger, vowing that if he ever saw that brat again, he would grab him and chop him into mincemeat!

Suddenly he thought of something.

He hurriedly ran back to the restaurant entrance and respectfully said to his elder brother, "Your Majesty, please allow me to continue working here. That kid still wants to continue doing arms business with us; he'll definitely be back!"

"Please grant me a few more days. Let me wait for him in the palace. When he arrives, I will seize him and chop him into mincemeat!"

The old king then remembered he still had arms deals to do. He nodded and said, "Alright, I'll trust you one more time! I'll give you a few more days!"