The wind was biting cold, and snowflakes were falling heavily.
New buds sprouted from the towering treetops, standing proudly against the wind and frost.
The next day was the day to welcome the God of Wealth, and the incense in the temple was burning brightly from the early morning.
Museums in Kyoto reopened to the public today after being closed for several days.
The new items were placed in the most prominent position.
Beijing Airport was temporarily closed due to heavy snow.
"The Mu family's items are all on display in the exhibition hall today. Director Wen is really efficient." Song Yi glanced at the ancient gate of the Beijing Museum, his eyes flickering slightly.
The preserved ancient buildings possess a profound historical depth, exuding solemnity and grandeur.
Mu Fang looked indifferently and stepped into the museum.
A gust of cold wind swept up the snowflakes on the ground, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms wafted into the air.
In the very center of the exhibition hall, inside a two-meter-high glass display case, stands a porcelain-white sculpture.
The all-white sculpture, with its delicate hair and thin veil, is sculpted with lifelike detail.
If you didn't see the explanatory plaque, you might think that this human-shaped sculpture was covered with a thin veil.
"A donation from the Mu family? That scholarly family from Beijing?"
"Perhaps. I heard that many antiques are on display in the exhibition hall today, all of which were donated by Mu Lai."
"Impossible, wasn't the Mu family sealed off?"
"In that turbulent era, weren't there plenty of wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice? There seems to be a historical monument explaining the Mu family's history at the very back..."
Mu Fang stood in front of the sculpture, her eyes gradually reddening.
Song Yi held her hand tightly, and only then did he understand Mu Fang's intention in donating all the antiques.
Her brother sacrificed himself for the country, and the Mu family should not bear the infamy for a lifetime.
What Mu Fang wants is for every tourist who visits the Mu family ancestral home and museum to see the items donated by Mu Lai, to learn about the history of the Mu family.
"What beautiful snow porcelain..."
Several dark figures loomed down, and a familiar voice came from behind.
Mu Fang turned her head and saw Lin Ziyan and several elderly people, and paused for a few seconds.
Does Grandma recognize Xueci?
This is a family heirloom craft of the Mu family, but it was lost in her generation.
"Sister Fang, this sculpture is so beautiful. It has finally seen the light of day again," Lin Ziyan said calmly.
Due to the flight delay, they decided to visit the Beijing Museum one more time.
Grandma was preoccupied with the newly exhibited items, even talking about them while eating breakfast.
“Yes, there are other exhibits inside.” Mu Fang nodded in agreement.
These antiques are better displayed in an exhibition hall than stored in a basement.
More and more people came to visit, and the guides patiently explained each exhibit.
At the far end of the exhibition hall, Wag saw the replaced objects, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
Chen Niaoshu accompanied him on the visit, and the exhibits she saw along the way secretly shocked her.
She and Wagner had attended auctions in Germany, where, if the exhibits were genuine, each piece would be extremely valuable.
Even tattered ancient books can fetch high prices at auctions.
"They're cheating!" Wag exclaimed, veins bulging on his temples.
He clenched his fists and was about to head to the museum office to find Deputy Director Liang.
Chen Niaoshu pulled him back and shook her head slightly, "If you start making a scene now, even if we're in the right, we'll be in the wrong."
Wag stopped in his tracks. The culture here was different from Germany's, and he really couldn't act so impulsively.
Suppressing the urge to go find someone, he pulled Chen Niaoshu towards the back of the exhibition hall.
When he stood in front of a cabinet, his pupils contracted slightly. "Is this made of Phoebe zhennan wood?"
Chen Niaoshu glanced at the information board and nodded.
She added in her mind that this cabinet was not only made of Phoebe zhennan wood, but was also designed by a descendant of the Lu family.
A greedy glint appeared in Wagner's eyes. "Are the exhibits here for sale?"
"I want to buy this cabinet."
Chen Niaoshu's lips twitched, and she shook her head. "This is a museum, not an auction, so of course it's not for sale."
"This cabinet has a hidden mechanism."
Wag became even more excited. A machine? Then he was even more determined to buy it.
His grandfather's birthday is approaching, and if he can buy it as a birthday present for him, then the shares held by his grandfather may be transferred to his name.
“I want to buy this cabinet, could you please have your curator come over…” Wag ignored Chen Niaoshu and asked the staff next to him for help.
"I'm sorry, sir, the museum's items are for display only and not for sale," the staff member explained hastily.
Wag frowned and continued to tell her to find the curator.
The group remained locked in a stalemate, while other visitors gradually approached the display case.
"What's going on?" Wen Hui walked up to them, and when she saw Wag and Chen Niaoshu, she understood.
She hasn't completely resolved this matter yet.
Was Wagner trying to cause trouble on site? That doesn't seem like the way capitalists operate.
They have always pursued only the maximization of profits.
“Director Wen, I want to buy this cabinet. Name your price.” Wag straightened his shirt collar and pointed to the items in the display case.
Wen Hui, "..."
She glanced at Chen Niaoshu beside her, her lips twitching slightly. Was Wag possessed by an evil spirit?
When will the museum's items be available for sale?
“Your country is so poor right now, wouldn’t it be better to sell some items to make money and then develop the economy?” Wag seemed to have seen through her thoughts and continued.
He felt that these things were better left unused and used to create real value.
What's the point of displaying it for others to see?
If we held an auction and sold all these things, we would make a lot of money.
He had previously agreed to send the artifacts from his collection to the exhibition, also in order to create value.
In his view, these museums and the like are all for the purpose of economic development, and now that there is a shortage of money, the valuable ones should be sold off first.
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