After the auction ends.
Shi Ling caught up with Ling Yueshan, "Senior Ling, there's something wrong with the painting you took."
Ling Yueshan and Lao Guan exchanged a look, both a little surprised. "Hey, girl, you came to us before we even found you. Tell me, what's wrong with the painting I took a picture of?"
Shi Ling felt that this person had also helped China redeem cultural relics, so he kindly reminded her, "The three previous owners of that painting all passed away unexpectedly."
Ling Yueshan, however, didn't take it seriously: "I know about this. It's been reported in the news. One of them had a history of heart disease and died of it, another had a stroke, and another died in a car accident while driving under the influence. They either had underlying conditions or they made it up themselves. What does this have to do with this painting?"
Shi Ling said, "But their souls were eaten by the female ghost in the painting."
As soon as these words were spoken, the two of them laughed out of anger.
Lao Guan was a little disappointed. "Little girl, why are you so weird at such a young age? I thought you were here to tell Lao Ling that there was something wrong with this painting, that it was a fake, but I didn't expect you to say such useless things."
"What fake? I think this painting is just as good as those Zhang Chengzi authentic works in your museum. If you don't want it, I'll keep it for my own collection!"
Ling Yueshan looked at Shi Ling again and retorted unhappily, "Besides, the person in my painting isn't a female ghost, but a classical beauty! You have no artistic appreciation, and it's a waste for you to take a picture of that Ming Dynasty vase!"
Yu Chen frowned beside him: "Director Ling, there is indeed something wrong with that painting. Shi Ling also wants to help you."
"Mr. Si." For Yu Chen's sake, Ling Yueshan reluctantly asked Shi Ling, "You said there's a female ghost in this painting. What evidence do you have? How do you solve this problem?"
Shi Ling snorted softly and spread her hands towards him: "How about this, you give me the painting and one million, and I will help you burn the female ghost in the painting out and show it to you, even burning away its soul."
Ling Yueshan was instantly furious: "You still want to burn my painting? And you want me to give you money? Little girl, don't hold a grudge like that. I just snatched a vase from you, and I gave it to you in the end."
He looked at Yu Chen again and said seriously, "Mr. Si, I am still your elder after all, so I have some say. Even if I dote on my girlfriend, I can't spoil her like this. You should take care of it."
After saying that, he dragged Lao Guan away angrily.
Shi Ling was not one to rush into it. If the other party didn't believe her no matter how much she tried to persuade him, then she could only respect his fate.
"Young Master, don't be angry. It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. Next time you go to his house for a meal, laugh at him as hard as you can at his grave." Shi Zhenxiang said.
Shi Ling: "..." I'm carrying you on my back.
Satan has you tattooed on his back.
…
Although Zhu Youjian has a humanoid body, his soul is now parasitic on the Yongle Encyclopedia. Strictly speaking, he is no longer the ghost of Emperor Chongzhen, but the spirit of the Yongle Encyclopedia.
Zhu Youjian lacked any identification documents, including an ID card and passport. Shi Ling had no choice but to transform him back into his original form to bring him back to China. The original Yongle Encyclopedia, containing over 20,000 volumes, was enormous, so Yu Chen decided to ask the Si Group to help ship Zhu Youjian back.
Before leaving, Zhu Youjian went to the Duncheng Museum. He would visit the familiar cultural relics every once in a while, just like old friends.
But this time, it was a farewell. He asked for help, and Shi Ling and Yu Chen brought back many cultural relics lost overseas, but they couldn't bring back the artifacts in the museums themselves. Although relevant Chinese authorities have been working hard to get foreign museums to return the artifacts, the road remains long and arduous.
After returning to the hotel, Zhu Youjian held his father's burial vase and absorbed the dragon's energy.
He thought Shi Ling was a truly good person. As a member of the Xuanmen sect, he didn't even covet dragon energy. The Yongle Encyclopedia said that dragon energy was extremely beneficial to cultivation.
However, he felt that during these days of staying with these two people, the dragon energy in his body seemed to have increased, but he didn't know if it was an illusion.
The large LCD TV in the living room is playing local news.
"It's reported that at nine o'clock this morning, several pieces of Chinese Ming Dynasty porcelain at the Dun City Museum were broken for no apparent reason. The police have cordoned off the scene and are diligently investigating..."
Shi Ling and Yu Chen, who were packing their luggage, stopped and looked at the TV screen.
Zhu Youjian, who was holding the vase and sniffing hard, suddenly stopped and looked at the TV in a daze.
"Now let's take a look at the damage to the cultural relics on site..."
The camera turned from the female host to the dazzling museum scene.
Inside the narrow and cramped glass box, the once exquisite porcelain pieces with intricate patterns and bright colors were now broken into pieces.
Zhu Youjian felt his heart break. These things had once been mere everyday objects to him, but after centuries of ups and downs, and drifting away from home, these relics of his homeland became like old friends to him. They were among the few remaining pieces of his time.
Shi Ling's hands clenched slightly at his side, his chest filled with anger. "That Duncheng Museum? The Deco family, who made their fortune as cultural relic thieves, couldn't preserve the cultural relics themselves and just return them to China. Now it's all gone."
Yu Chen repeated the news: "After investigation and appraisal, it was found that all the Ming Dynasty porcelains were broken. The reason was improper storage over a long period of time, and human error was ruled out."
He said: "Perhaps they themselves would rather die than live in disgrace."
Zhu Youjian smiled bitterly, "Yes, the Ming Dynasty never married off princesses, never paid indemnities, never ceded territory, never paid tribute, and the emperor guarded the country's borders, and the king died for the country. This is the most upright dynasty. How could they willingly be kidnapped by bandits and kept in a foreign land?"
The unexplained breakage of a large number of Ming Dynasty porcelain pieces at the Dunton Museum has garnered widespread international attention, particularly from Chinese netizens. Their neglect and inadequate care for these artifacts has also drawn criticism from historians and cultural scholars both domestically and internationally.
The road ahead is long and arduous. Even though there is still a lot of work to do, there are still many people working silently to bring cultural relics back to China.
…
The spring rain was drizzling, and looking out from the plane window, the entire Cloud City was shrouded in drizzle and mist.
As soon as Shi Ling got off the plane, he felt a damp chill that penetrated his bones and couldn't help but pull his plush coat closer.
There were a lot of people blocking the arrival hall, and a group of people were filming this side with cameras.
Shi Ling saw that they looked like paparazzi photographing celebrities. After all, the White Kingdom's Duncheng was hosting a film festival recently, and many Chinese celebrities had been nominated to walk the red carpet. The probability of encountering celebrities on flights between Duncheng and China was also quite high.
When she was in the first class cabin, she saw an exquisitely dressed female star, and other passengers asked her for autographs. It seemed that she was Ye Miaomiao, a popular young actress who had recently starred in a hit TV series.
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