Before Yu Bai could recover from the news of being a “model of bravery”, Li Baizhong dropped a second bombshell.
"Xiaobai, there's one more thing."
The old professor's tone was filled with excitement that was hard to conceal.
"A few old friends in the circle are discussing holding a special exhibition of 'relic treasures' at the Provincial Museum in three days."
"Those Qin Dynasty antiques you have...could you lend them to us?"
"But don't worry, there will be the most professional security and insurance."
Yu Bai was stunned for a moment, and then his heart beat faster.
She certainly understood that an exhibition of this level was not only an official endorsement of the collection's value, but also an excellent opportunity to expose her connections and resources.
"Also," Li Baizhong added, as if afraid she would hesitate, "after this exhibition, we will hold a special auction in conjunction with the auction house. If you are willing to sell a few pieces then, it will be much more convenient, and the price will definitely be fair."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Bai could no longer contain his inner ecstasy.
Chance!
This is the olive branch extended by fate!
"Professor Li, please arrange it. I'll put together the list and other things right away!"
Li Baizhong laughed heartily from the other end of the phone: "Okay! I'll be waiting for your baby, Xiaobai."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Bai's fingertips trembled slightly, but he forced himself to calm down.
Time was running out and she had to start preparing immediately.
And we have to ask Fusu for more!
…
As the night deepens, the moonlight in the courtyard is like water.
The night in Daqin is silent.
The main tent was ajar, and a low, muffled sound could be heard faintly from inside.
"Bang!"
The wooden table cracked and one corner collapsed into pieces.
Fusu stood in front of the broken table, his face ashen and his brows full of suppressed anger.
Spread out in his hand was a thick volume of "History of Modern China".
The air was filled with anxiety and indignation, mixed with a sense of helplessness and absurdity.
The guards had already retreated to the wall, each with a blank expression, looking as if they were used to it.
The personal guards who were serving nearby came closer and put the broken debris into a bamboo basket - their movements were as skillful as those of an assembly line worker.
This is not the first time this has happened in the past two days:
The new chair I just replaced last night was kicked over by Fusu this morning; the dishes and chopsticks fell all over the floor during lunch; even the water cup did not escape the bad fate...
At first, everyone was surprised by Prince Fusu's temper, but they soon figured out the pattern.
Whenever he read the book given by the immortal, he would throw things, scold his unfilial descendants, and even directly demolish the house.
But I didn’t expect it to be so severe today.
That’s because they didn’t know that Fusu was reading "Modern Chinese History".
After seeing the century-long history of humiliation in China, the usually gentle and refined eldest son of the Qin Dynasty finally lost his patience and smashed the table with one palm, shouting angrily:
“Unfilial! Unfilial!!”
He gritted his teeth, slammed the book shut, and pounded his knee with his fist again:
"If I were still alive, would the Great Qin allow foreign enemies to trample upon us like this?! If our ancestors knew about this, they would weep blood!"
The guards lowered their heads tacitly and pretended to be deaf and dumb, as if they heard nothing.
These days, they have learned how to deal with Fusu's sudden bad mood: talk less, work more, repair what needs to be repaired, mend what needs to be mended, and win by speed.
Only close followers dared to secretly speculate: Could it be that this book of destiny is actually reminding the prince that the Qin dynasty will end and he himself will not be able to escape the disaster?
Otherwise, why would I lose control so much with every chapter?
But no one dared to ask.
They only knew that every time Fusu threw things to vent his anger, he would sit alone in front of the window and ponder the starry sky for a long time.
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