11 The lingering sound | It’s not a script, it’s news
Ding Yang asked sincerely, "What do you think, Lawyer Lin?"
Lin Weifeng's mind raced, first turning to some vague conceptual terms: "We can...consult and negotiate to resolve the dispute on the basis of mutual benefit."
She paused, missing the point.
Ding Yang quickly asked, "Huh? How do you do it specifically?"
Lin Weifeng clasped her toes on the soles of her high heels and suddenly stomped her feet, as if she had thought of something.
She said, "The Ryukyu Kingdom will be holding an exhibition of the ancient 'Four Great Civilizations' next spring. Mingshan has a painting called 'Framed Painting of Ladies,' a relic from when Jingjiang City was the ancient capital, and they want to include it in the exhibition. However, due to improper care, the painting has cracked and chipped. They've invited many Ryukyu experts, but none of them have been able to repair it."
Ding Yang immediately responded: "Ancient painting restoration is an area that Jingjiang has always attached great importance to. We can definitely contact experts for help."
"That's what I mean," Lin Weifeng said with a smug smile. "We'll use our help in restoring the Framed Ladies as leverage to negotiate with them for the return of the bluestone statue."
"It's within our museum's capabilities to help them with the restoration, but what if they go back on their word..."
Lin Weifeng smiled and said confidently, "No, the Liu Kingdom will not let this 'what if' happen."
"Why?"
"Much of Ryukyu's culture derives from our ancient civilization. 'Framed Ladies', as a Chinese cultural relic, has garnered significant attention in Ryukyu because it embodies the evolution of Ryukyu clothing. Mingshan's insistence on sending the artifact for exhibition despite knowing it was in danger of being damaged demonstrates the importance they place on it."
Ding Yang nodded with interest. "Indeed, the history of clothing alone can reflect a country's civilization. Who would refuse to display a painting that reflects history, even if... it's a painting from our country?"
"Yes, there is a possibility that 'Ladies' Framed Picture' will be recovered in the future. Right now, it is imperative to set a precedent for the bluestone statue."
"Lawyer Lin, our entire office will cooperate with your arrangements."
"Okay, don't be too pessimistic," Lin Weifeng said, trying to ease Ding Yang's frown. "The image of the lady in 'Framed Ladies' has been turned into an IP by a modern artist. Its commercial value also indicates the possibility of our negotiation. After all, we are the only ones with the technology."
Ding Yang calculated the time and said, "Lawyer Lin, let's take a two-pronged approach and communicate at any time."
Lin Weifeng was stunned: "Double barrel?"
"That's right," Ding Yang said with a smile, "Didn't we agree, Lawyer Lin, that you contact Interpol? Perhaps they can act faster."
Lin Weifeng smiled bitterly. When did we agree on this?
Forget it, lawyers have to act big all the time.
After effective communication, Ding Yang shook hands with her on behalf of the art museum and personally escorted her to the gate.
At the entrance of the art museum is the gate of a president’s former residence. It combines Chinese and Western architectural styles and uses Roman Ionic columns as its supporting structure. It is antique and magnificent.
However, starting today, this gate will no longer serve as the entrance to the scenic area.
It needs to be protected and restored as a cultural relic.
Today is like the end of this gate, but also like a beginning.
Lin Weifeng looked at the snail-like pattern on the top of the cylinder for a long time.
After the sunlight and mist had faded a little, she slowly opened her cell phone and clicked on the chat box with Song Ze.
She typed out the words "Please contact Jiang Yu for me" in one go, and when she was about to click send, her trembling fingertips stopped.
She lacks the confidence and cannot do it.
The autumn wind in the evening blew wildly on the increasingly congested road.
As the daylight hours shortened, her carefree smile of the past few days seemed to have diminished a lot.
Even when talking to Song Ze, he was more cautious.
"Lin Weifeng!"
Just as she was staring blankly at the screen of her mobile phone, a man in a polo shirt called her name loudly across the street in front of the gate of the former residence.
She immediately deleted all the words, turned off her phone, and looked up.
She looked several times across the ups and downs of the car waves.
It was not until the man shouted "Lin Weifeng" again in a loud voice that she realized it was Yang Xiuqi.
She hadn't seen Yang Xiuqi for a long time. The last time they met face to face was when she asked him why he was playing with her feelings.
Thinking of this, Lin Weifeng's limbs became stiff with embarrassment.
The traffic lights intersected and the zebra crossing became empty.
Yang Xiuqi was walking towards them from the opposite side.
Lin Weifeng looked around at the people coming and going. As long as there was someone she knew, she could escape with them.
pity……
"I didn't expect to see you here."
Yang Xiuqi stood in front of her alive...
Lin Weifeng asked awkwardly, "Are you Yang Xiuqi?"
Yang Xiuqi sneered, "Don't you recognize me? You scolded me so readily back then, and now you don't recognize me?"
"What year was it? Did I scold you?" Lin Weifeng just wanted to play dumb and deal with this unnecessary reunion.
"Lawyer Lin, stop pretending."
“…”
Guess why you have to pretend?
Yang Xiuqi introduced himself: "Actually, I just arrived in Jingjiang not long ago."
"I also remember that you went abroad to study as an old rogue."
Lao Liu Ma is slang for LLM, which is a foreign name for a master's degree in law.
"Look, you just pretended not to know me."
"..." Lin Weifeng was speechless. "If you have something to say, just say it. We are not in a relationship where we can just reminisce about the past."
I don't know if he listened or not, but he continued to himself, "I'm currently working as a notary at the Jingjiang Jiangxin Notary Office. Maybe we'll have a chance to work together in the future."
"Oh," Lin Weifeng said in a slightly cold tone, "Is that all? Is there anything else?"
Yang Xiuqi smiled inexplicably, continuing with his own business: "Today, the gate of the President's former residence has been officially protected as a cultural relic. We are here to record and notarize it."
Although she was quite interested in the news, she didn't say anything.
At this time, Yang Xiuqi said: "You really don't want to see me, big star."
"Smooth talk."
"Aren't you a big star? You're all over the news. Do you still have that white dress?"
"What do you think?"
"It's not an opinion, but a dress loses its value after being worn a few times."
"My mother embroidered the flowers herself. I'll wear them as long as I can. If you don't like it, don't click on the news."
Yang Xiuqi chuckled: "After all this time, you still like to talk about your parents."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Weifeng ran away.
Yang Xiuqi followed up: "Hey, that's not what I meant."
Lin Weifeng covered his ears and walked faster and faster.
Yang Xiuqi stopped and shouted, "Lin Weifeng, I didn't intend to get close to your roommate back then. I lied to you!"
Lin Weifeng heard it, but did not respond and walked frantically along the crosswalk.
She didn't know how many corners she turned or how long she walked, but she almost ran into a noodle shop and casually ordered a bowl of beef noodles.
The proprietress replied quietly, "Miss, this is a chicken noodle soup restaurant."
"..." Lin Weifeng looked at the menu hanging on the wall and calmed down. "Then I want a bowl of chicken noodle soup, no garlic, and a serving of tofu skin."
The proprietress skillfully checked her order on the machine.
The moment the QR codes matched, the proprietress smiled inexplicably and said, "Wow, you look familiar, girl."
Lin Weifeng smiled politely, didn't mention the news, and just said, "I have a bit of a common face."
"It's very beautiful. Sit down. It will be ready in a moment."
There were not many customers in the store, so Lin Weifeng found an empty seat and sat down.
After taking a deep breath, she opened the dialog box with Song Ze again.
This time, before I started typing, I was attracted by the TV on the wall.
Jingjiang TV was broadcasting the evening news, and it happened to be the series of segments on "The Journey Back to China from the Wenyuan Ceremony".
There were popular science presentations on different aspects every day these days, and she would hold her chin and watch for a while.
Today's segment is a collection of interviews with many people.
Lin Weifeng thought that perhaps the clips of himself participating in the interview would also be included.
On TV, the first person to appear was Mr. Li, but only his back was shown.
Mr. Li is a low-key businessman. With a successful life, he has a strong desire to spend money for the country. But he is also cautious and rarely does things that attract public attention.
After Mr. Li, there were professional interviews with several experts, who discussed the preciousness of the Wenyuan Encyclopedia and the urgency of cultural relics protection.
Then suddenly two gunshots rang out, the background sound became low, and the commentary also took a turn.
Lin Weifeng saw that it was indeed her who was going to appear on camera, first as a hostage and then as a hostage who was successfully rescued.
Fortunately, it was only a few moments.
Zhao Duan's interview with her smoothly connected to the thrilling scenes of that day, but... the issue that she and Zhao Duan had argued about did not appear in it.
After watching it, I found that the key words that Zhao Duan asked to be said were not even edited into the main film.
strangeness.
The camera turned and came to an unfamiliar scene.
The telephoto lens slowly moved forward, and a tall figure came against the light with steady steps.
He stopped and took a seat, sitting upright in a crisp gray uniform, the same one Jiang Yu wore at the airport.
The camera was always facing the reporter, not showing his face, and not showing his handsome face.
Next to his strong and powerful back, a line of words slowly appeared: Interpol specially dispatched by Jingjiang City Public Security Bureau.
No names, no close-ups.
But Lin Weifeng suddenly clenched his fingertips in front of the screen.
She knew it was Jiang Yu.
The proprietress placed chicken noodle soup and side dishes in front of her. Looking closely, she immediately knew that she was the heroine of the current hot news.
But Lin Weifeng was completely unaware and kept staring at the news screen and Jiang Yu's straight back.
The reporter asked a similar question to Zhao Duan: "We're all curious. How did you ensure the hostages could understand your gestures? Did you communicate with them in advance?"
Jiang Yu's sunny smile suddenly faded. He looked at the reporter and said solemnly, "We didn't have a chance to communicate. The gestures... I didn't try to make sure she could understand them, but because she could understand them, I used them."
The reporter didn't fully understand and asked, "Then how do you know she can understand it?"
Jiang Yu said seriously, "Understanding."
The reporter smiled inexplicably.
Jiang Yu added: "I've always said that the success and success of this operation wasn't entirely due to the fact that the gun in my hand happened to hit the perpetrator, but more because I was facing the best hostages."
The clip stops here.
Continue with the next news.
Lin Weifeng sat there motionless.
The restless emotions that had been surging for days were suddenly calmed by an invisible hand.
Her blood slowly heated up, flowing through her limbs and bones, and she felt very warm.
The proprietress, also leaning against the edge of the table watching TV, jokingly said, "Girl, you praise him, he praises you, it's like they've been rehearsed. Is this a pre-planned script?"
Lin Weifeng said: "It's not a script, it's news."
After a pause, he added, "Because, I didn't know he would insist on saying that."
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