In a secret room deep in the exhibition hall, the lights were dim and the air was filled with smoke.
In the middle of the room, a burly man with a gloomy face was furious. He was the boss behind this underground exhibition hall - McLoughlin.
"You bunch of losers! You can't even take care of a few exhibits!" McLurse roared angrily, pointing at his men kneeling in a row in front of him, his eyes full of murderous intent.
All the subordinates kept their heads down and dared not breathe, for fear of accidentally angering this moody boss.
"Tell me! What happened? Why was there a sudden power outage? Why did the exhibits disappear?" McLurley asked angrily.
One of his men raised his head tremblingly and stammered, "Boss, we don't know either. Suddenly the power went out, and when it came back on, all the exhibits were gone."
"Waste! You are all waste!" McLoughlin kicked over the coffee table in front of him, and tea cups and ashtrays scattered all over the floor with a crisp sound.
He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, with a fierce light in his eyes.
"Check it for me! You must dig deep into the ground to find the thing for me! How can others just take my things if they want to?" McLoughlin said gritting his teeth.
The subordinates nodded in agreement quickly, each of them acting as if they were facing a great enemy, fearing that they would be the one to carry out this difficult task.
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McClure walked to the window and looked at the bright sunshine outside, his eyes filled with gloom.
"Also, find out who are the deliberate people behind this today. Also, keep a close eye on that woman from China!" McLoughlin said viciously.
After hearing this, the subordinates shuddered in their hearts. They knew that this boss was always cruel and anyone who provoked him would definitely not have a good ending.
Although all the people who were involved in the transaction were released at that time, the real turmoil was brewing in secret.
A search and investigation operation was quietly launched in the underground exhibition hall.
However, they were destined not to find the disappeared cultural relics.
"Something is wrong. You should hide yourselves first and don't reveal your whereabouts easily." Wei Xi adjusted her skirt and whispered naturally to the micro communication device on her earrings.
On the other end of the communicator, a tall man was walking in the hall, his peripheral vision carefully observing the movements around him.
After hearing Wei Xi's instructions, Yang Ling immediately responded in a low voice: "Understood, we will proceed with caution."
However, at this moment, Li Rongrong came towards them holding Fusu's arm.
"Look, that!" Li Rongrong's eyes sparkled with excitement. She gently tugged at Fusu's sleeve and pointed to a corner not far away in the hall.
There is an antique computer placed there, which is a decoration used by the hotel for cultural promotion.
Following her guidance, Fusu's gaze fell on the antique computer, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"What is this?" Fusu asked softly, his voice full of respect and doting for Li Rongrong.
"This is a computer, or the predecessor of a computer."
Li Rongrong's eyes sparkled with pride, and she began to explain to Fusu incessantly.
"In Daqin, mathematics courses have been introduced in the current nine-year compulsory education."
"Computers are not just a tool, they are a revolution in the way we think. We can use them to process large amounts of data and solve complex problems."
"I think it's the same as the Qin Dynasty's divination, but divination is also a probabilistic problem in mathematics."
Fusu listened quietly, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Although he didn't understand what she said about probability, he had come into contact with computers after coming to the modern era.
"When the common people of Daqin have reached the third grade of elementary school, they can be allowed to learn calculations."
Li Rongrong talked a lot with great interest, but Fusu was still a little confused looking at her.
"Forget it. Daqin has just entered the threshold of the industrial age. It is indeed a bit far to reach the information age, but we have to keep up with computing."
Li Rongrong thought about it and continued talking on and on.
"Okay." Fusu smiled and listened patiently.
The two of them walked and talked, completely immersed in their own little world. They didn't pay attention to the road ahead, nor did they notice Yang Ling who was about to pass by them.
Just when Yang Ling suddenly came to his senses and wanted to avoid the couple immersed in sweetness, the two groups almost collided with each other.
Fusu was quick to act. He took a half step back and at the same time stretched out his strong arms, hugged Li Rongrong's waist tightly and held her in his arms.
His movements were gentle yet powerful, as if he was protecting an invaluable treasure that could not afford the slightest mistake.
Li Rongrong was startled by this sudden change. She felt that she was suddenly buried in Fusu's arms, and a unique fragrance filled her nose.
The fragrance was like a spring breeze, gently caressing her face, making her feel extremely safe and comfortable.
She couldn't help but think of the sweet time last night, and her face suddenly turned red.
"Sorry." Yang Ling apologized quickly. Only then did he realize that he almost bumped into an acquaintance.
Li Rongrong heard the familiar voice and asked in surprise, "Brother Yang Ling?" There was a hint of surprise and unexpectedness in her voice.
Yang Ling then realized that it was an acquaintance, and he quickly said, "Rongrong? Why are you here!" There was a hint of confusion and concern in his tone.
"Brother Yang Ling, this is Fusu, my husband." Li Rongrong introduced him to Yang Ling with a smile. Her smile was as warm and bright as the summer sun.
"This is Yang Ling, the grandson of my teacher, Old Yang." Li Rongrong introduced him to Fusu again, with a hint of pride and kindness in her tone.
Fusu smiled gently and greeted Yang Ling, "Hello, I'm Fusu." His smile was a little warmer than before, like the warm sunshine in spring, making people feel extremely comfortable and warm.
Yang Ling suddenly realized, "Oh, so that's how it is. Are you here for your honeymoon?" There was a hint of envy and blessing in his tone.
Li Rongrong's face flushed with shyness when she heard this. She nodded gently, her voice full of happiness: "Yeah, I guess so. We just got married, so we wanted to go out for a walk."
Fusu looked at Li Rongrong gently, his eyes full of pampering and affection.
He gently held Li Rongrong's hand, clearly declaring his sovereignty.
Seeing this, Yang Ling smiled knowingly. He seemed to be infected by the sweet atmosphere, and his eyes showed sincere blessings: "That's great. Seeing you so happy, I am happy for you too. I hope your journey will be full of laughter and good memories."
Li Rongrong looked at Yang Ling gratefully, her eyes sparkling: "Thank you for your blessing, Brother Yang Ling. When I was a child, you always took care of me so much. Now that I see that everything is going well for you, I am also very happy."
Fusu listened quietly at the side. He could feel Li Rongrong's respect and gratitude towards Yang Ling, but he still felt sad.
After all, jealousy is a must.
He interrupted quietly, "Yes, Rongrong often mentioned you, saying that you are her mentor and helpful friend. After meeting you today, it turns out that your reputation is well-deserved."
That’s right, whether it has been mentioned or not, the relationship must be a mentor and a helpful friend, and it cannot go beyond that.
Fusu thought secretly in his heart.
Yang Ling noticed from the corner of his eye that the man who had just noticed his gaze had left, so he smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I have to go find my friend. See you later."
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