Chapter 1839 Buy All the Information 1

Feng Qingxue was busy at night and slept late and soundly, so naturally she got up late the next day.

When she came out for breakfast, she looked at her watch and it was already past nine o'clock.

She ate steamed buns and drank soy milk while listening to the diners around her discussing that another miracle had happened in the cultural relics department. All the cultural relics and antiques that had disappeared that year had appeared in the warehouse and the yard. The staff of the Cultural Relics Bureau were counting and registering them, but an old man who had worked in the cultural relics department for decades said that at first glance, the number was almost the same as what had been lost that year.

"Really? It's a miracle. I sneaked in and saw that the whole yard was full of old objects, furniture, copper and ironware, bonsai and jade. They were all exhibited by the cultural relics department before. It must be that the gods knew that the group of four was crushed, so they returned the things to their original owners."

"I saw it too. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the large Huanghuali cabinet that my family sold to the cultural relics department was in the yard."

"And I used to like looking at the pot of jewel flowers the most. The trunk and leaves were made of gold, and the flowers were made of gems. They looked like roses, magnificent and gorgeous. I saw it at first sight."

"Do you think there are really gods in the world?"

"Well, what does it matter if you say it or not? It's already so late? The things are there, who doesn't know it?"

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Gold has a high density, so that box of gold would be worth a lot of money!

"Hush, keep your voice down. The damned person just died, and we don't know what will happen to him in the future. Don't spread these ghost stories, lest someone with ulterior motives hears and troubles us."

Why did you think of leaving a box of gold? In fact, it is not necessary to leave it. Feng Qingxue knocked her head. She thought that gold could be exchanged for foreign currency. If the cultural relics department lost the cultural relics, they could report to the country with the gold, so she gave up the idea of ​​pursuing the matter.

"It's really amazing. Yesterday, Old Wu and Miss Zhou, who cleans the toilet, were talking about this. Then this morning, we saw a miracle. I believe that after this incident, the country will definitely not export these things anymore."

At this moment, a large group of police officers from the police station came over. It was obvious that they were here to investigate the case of the lost and recovered cultural relics.

She never commented on today's events from beginning to end, and concentrated on eating her breakfast. Her task had been completed, and now she had no worries. She just wanted to go shopping, buy some things, and then buy a ticket to go home.

They were busy but still didn't find any clues.

Old Wu was the old man who talked to Feng Qingxue yesterday. Feng Qingxue guessed it as soon as she heard it.

Alas, in order to save a large number of cultural relics for the country, not only did I have to pay the storage fee, I also had to pay a box of gold.

"I'd be surprised if they found out!" Feng Qingxue said proudly in her heart. Before she left the capital, she specifically asked her husband how to send the things back to their original places. If Lu Jiang hadn't been too busy at work, he would have done this with her. She chose to return now because she felt that the timing was right and there wouldn't be such a good opportunity in the future.

The so-called timing means that after the conspiracy of certain people is crushed, when people mention it, they will think that the gods sent the things back because the conspiracy was crushed, and they do not want the country’s cultural heritage to be lost overseas.

There was such a large empty space. Feng Qingxue finished her meal, wiped the corners of her mouth, and found the scrap yard as if she was familiar with the place.

Although the light has arrived and life will get better and better, nowadays, except for a few people who are keen on collecting, no one still thinks of collecting antiques. The only difference is that the behavior of house confiscations has decreased, and the scrap yard is still the same as before. It was not until the late 1980s when the trend of collecting antiques became popular that she had enough time and money to continue collecting.

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(End of this chapter)