At a press conference held by the Ministry of Public Security, spokesman Director Geng said: "Recently, the Chinese police and the international police have joined forces to dismantle a transnational cultural relics counterfeiting and trafficking syndicate..."

Reporter: "It is reported that this transnational criminal group not only manufactures and sells cultural relics, but also deals in arms, is it true?"

Director Geng: "There are still some forces of the multinational group that have not yet been completely defeated, and our police are working with the international police to continue to crack the case, and the specific facts of the case cannot be announced to the media yet." ”

"May I ask, is it true that the rumor from the outside world that the cultural relics expert of the Palace Museum is still a student? It is said that the criminal group has been engaged in the criminal act of reselling cultural relics within the territory of China for many years, has China lost its national treasures, and can it be recovered..."

Director Geng replied, "Friends from the media, I know that the society is now very concerned about this case, but at present, the case is being solved, and most of the stolen goods seized are fakes, and the problem of the loss of national treasures needs to be traced back to the source and solved in detail. Well, friends of the media, that's all for today's press conference.

Under the reporter's questioning, Director Geng got up and went back to the lounge after the press conference. In the room, there were five people seated, and they said to a young man, "Mr. Niu Ben, thank you again for your contribution to Operation Thunder. ”

"Director Geng, you are too polite. Protecting national treasures is what I should do. ”

"Yes, Director Geng, Xiao Niu is now an expert in the identification and restoration of cultural relics in the Palace Museum, not comparable to us ordinary people. A chubby old man said.

"Uncle Fang, don't bring such jokes. Niu Ben smiled bitterly.

"Hee-hee, you still have a thin-skinned time. A voice like a silver bell came from the side. However, his words caught the attention of everyone present, and she blushed all at once.

"Wan'er, even you laugh at me. ”

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to talk about it, the nightmare is finally over, and I really don't want to talk about it anymore. Wan'er said.

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