Chapter 735 Fake?!
Sun Baiqing looked at the old man who suddenly spoke.
Her long snow-white hair was tied behind her head with a hairpin, her skin was smooth and extremely white, like a girl, and her complexion was very good. She was wearing a lake blue cheongsam with a double-breasted collar and long sleeves, and her temperament was extremely elegant.
Sun Baiqing knew her. She was one of the elderly people living with Ye Rou.
Facing the people around Ye Rou, she spoke politely and humbly, asking for advice: "Please give me some advice."
Song Zhishu said gently, "They are 115 natural, uncut rubies."
Wang Honghong, who likes to be a judge, immediately leaned in to look at the exhibit's introduction card and said, "That's not right, Grandma Song. It also says 113 yuan here. The volunteer is right."
Song Zhishu said firmly, "Then the card was also written wrong."
Wang Honghong thought it was impossible. How could such a large museum make such a low-level mistake?
At this moment, Sun Baiqing admitted: "It is indeed 115 yuan, I was wrong."
She slapped her head, her tone a little annoyed.
Song Zhishu smiled and said, "It's okay, you gave a good introduction."
Sun Baiqing approached Ye Rou and asked curiously, "Ye Rou, who is this grandma?"
Ye Rou smiled and introduced, "Grandma Song's ancestors have all run pawnshops for three generations. They've traveled extensively and seen a lot, so they're very knowledgeable about this area."
Most of the antiques and cultural relics accumulated by Grandma Song's family were collected from pawnshops and passed down from generation to generation.
"No wonder……"
Sun Baiqing was convinced.
Running a pawnshop relies on vision and experience to make money, so it's natural that he is better than her.
Wang Honghong saw that Sun Baiqing also said 115 yuan, curled her lips, and tapped the information card on the display board with her fingertips: "How can such a large museum like yours make such a low-level mistake?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Suddenly, a strange voice interrupted.
A young man wearing round-framed glasses rushed over aggressively and glared at Wang Honghong: "Say it again!"
He was thin and pale, with narrow eyes behind his round-frame glasses that were particularly bright. He stared at Wang Honghong with a burning gaze and spoke in a sharp voice, attracting many onlookers.
Wang Honghong wasn't one to shy away from things. In other words, the more people there were, the more excited he became. He immediately said, "Just tell me! How could such a large museum like yours make such a stupid mistake?"
"115..." He paused, stuttering, "What kind of uncut ruby is written as 113? Isn't this a basic mistake?"
The more he spoke, the more fluent he became, and the more aggressive he became. Relying on his height, he completely suppressed the young man.
The young man also wore a red armband on his arm and was obviously one of the volunteers.
He was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously retorted, "Impossible, it clearly says 115 yuan!"
Wang Honghong got angry when she heard him being so stubborn.
He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his neck, and pushed him toward the display board, pointing at the information card and asking him to look carefully:
"Look carefully for me, is it 113?"
The round-frame glasses were almost stuck to the display board. The young man was about to scold Wang Honghong for being rude, but he impatiently scanned the information card. When he saw that it was really 113, his face turned pale instantly!
When the museum opened, the deputy director, who was also his teacher, invited many big names in the archaeological world.
If they noticed this kind of stupid mistake, their reputation would be ruined!
The young man didn't care about Wang Honghong's rudeness. He jumped up like a fighter jet, pushed everyone away and rushed out with great momentum.
"You startled me and scared me!" Wang Honghong subconsciously looked at her sister-in-law. Seeing that she was fine, she felt relieved.
"You're wrong and yet you dare to run away." Wang Honghong rolled up her sleeves and wanted to catch the man back.
Zhou Liang grabbed him and said, "Calm down for a moment! You're here to visit, not to be a disciplinary inspector. Why are you making such a fuss?"
He lowered his voice and leaned close to Wang Honghong's ear to remind her, "Don't forget what Brother Jiang told us."
When talking about Brother Jiang, Wang Honghong shuddered and became obedient.
Ye Rou had sharp hearing. When she heard them mention Jiang Chen's name, she was about to ask curiously when she saw the young man who had just run away in a rage running back, dragging a yawning man with an unshaven beard and messy hair.
The man has a dirty mouth and keeps swearing.
Ye Rou listened to some of it and realized that the man was complaining about the young people disturbing his sleep.
At this moment, Sun Baiqing cursed inwardly: "Damn it, this is so unlucky."
Ye Rou turned her head to look at her: "What's wrong?"
Sun Baiqing was a temporary employee and only participated in one day of formal training.
But she grew up in a large family with more complicated interpersonal relationships, so even in just one day, she was able to figure out the relationships between the people inside the museum.
She whispered, "The museum has two directors. In addition to Director Gu, there's also a deputy director. His last name is Hu. We all call him Director Hu. He's also a very experienced figure in the archaeological field."
"The guy with the glasses is his student. He's a brainless fan of his teacher. He can't stand people saying bad things about his teacher and he has fits from time to time. We privately call him Yang Dianfeng."
The corners of Ye Rou's mouth twitched slightly.
Sun Baiqing continued, "The one he was dragging was Director Hu's nephew, nicknamed Hu Tu."
"Confused?" Ye Rou asked, "Why is it called that nickname?"
"He is a layman who has barely attended a few days of serious studies and knows nothing about cultural relics. He entered the museum with the help of Director Hu and gave blind orders, causing a lot of jokes." Sun Baiqing said while rolling his eyes.
Zheng Zhiyuan listened quietly and asked, "Since there is a problem, why don't you report it to your Director Gu?"
Sun Baiqing faced Ye Rou's grandfather with a serious expression:
"Director Gu and Director Hu don't have a good relationship."
"I heard they had a disagreement about the preservation and exhibition of cultural relics. Anyway, after discussion, Director Gu was only responsible for the exhibition and preservation of cultural relics, while Director Hu was responsible for internal affairs, so there was no point in saying anything."
Zheng Zhiyuan frowned slightly.
He and Gu Xue are old acquaintances, and he knows that Gu Xue has a problem. As long as the general direction is good, he is particularly good at turning a blind eye.
I didn't expect that he was still like this after all these years.
I guess Guxue also knew about the stupid things that Director Hu’s nephew had done, but for the smooth opening of the museum, he endured it all.
Zheng Zhiyuan frowned in disapproval.
While the three of them were talking, Yang Fan had already dragged Hu Xing to the introduction board and said sternly, "I clearly told you it was 115 yuan, why is it 113 here?"
Hu Xing felt ashamed when he was dragged here in front of so many people.
He pushed Yang Fan's hand away, tugged at his collar, and said impatiently, "I thought it was a big deal."
Yang Fan's eyes widened, his face flushed with anger, and he poked the display board with his fingertips, making a muffled sound:
"If this isn't a big deal? What is a big deal?"
“So many industry veterans will be here too. What will they think of our exhibition hall if they find out?”
"The teacher clearly told us before the opening that we couldn't be careless, we couldn't be careless. You promised me that, but what happened?"
"That's enough." Hu Xing said irritably, "If you're wrong, just take it down and fix it. You keep nagging me. It's so annoying."
"I'm annoying?" Yang Fan's voice became even louder with anger: "It was obviously you who did something wrong, and now I'm the one who's annoying?"
"What are you arguing about!" a stern voice exploded.
Ye Rou turned her head and saw a person walking out from the crowd of onlookers.
He looked about the same age as Director Gu, was wearing a black suit, had a serious expression, and had gray hair at his temples.
He walked out with a sullen face, and Yang Fan and Hu Xing, who had been arguing non-stop, shut up and lowered their heads at the same time.
Ye Rou understood that this person should be "Director Hu".
He scolded the students and nephew in a low voice, apologized to the visitors, and quickly put the matter behind him.
Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, Ye Rou was about to let Sun Baiqing lead them forward when her sleeve was suddenly grabbed.
She turned her head and saw Grandma Song.
"What's wrong?"
Song Zhishu's face was solemn as he whispered, "This...why does it look like a fake?"
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