As soon as Zhao Yida left, Wu Qinghai said to Ding Changlin: "Director Ding, Lao Zhao told me, saying that you want to arrange a person to enter the museum, right?"

Ding Changlin didn't expect Wu Qinghai to ask about this directly, and hurriedly said: "Yes, Director Wu, when I was in Changle Village, I was always taken care of by the village party secretary, and Secretary Feng only had one son, and he wanted to find a career in the city, so he wanted to ask Director Wu for a favor, is there a job like a security guard?"

"Director Ding, there is indeed a shortage of people in the museum, but there is a shortage of professional people, and there is no shortage of security guards. If it's a girl, it's easy to do, and next week there will be a docent training in the province, and if it's a girl, you can go to the training and come to the museum to be a docent.

If you don't have professional knowledge about cultural relics, you can't keep idlers in the museum. Wu Qinghai said something in his words, obviously the museum has a lot of idlers.

When Ding Changlin heard that he needed a girl, he suddenly thought of Mi Sidi, and he didn't know why, he was happier than being able to arrange Feng Haitao, and hurriedly said to Wu Qinghai: "I'll take a girl to Curator Wu the day after tomorrow, if I can, let her go to the province for training, okay?"

"How's the image?" asked Wu Qinghai.

"I haven't seen it, my sister has a very good image, and the little girl graduated from high school, as long as she is willing to learn, she should be able to do this job. When Ding Changlin said this, Mi Sidi's shadow kept flickering, but he didn't expect to hit it crookedly, and he actually fulfilled the promise he made to Mi Sidi casually, which made Ding Changlin unspeakably happy.

"The person in Director Ding's photo, it must be okay, you let this girl report directly to the museum next week, and I will personally send her to the province for training. Wu Qinghai was talking, Zhao Yida really came with a bottle of wine.

Ding Changlin hurriedly took the wine from Zhao Yida's hand, went around to Wu Qinghai's side and poured him wine in person, Zhao Yida couldn't stand it anymore, so he said, "Director Ding, I'll come, I'll come." ”

Ding Changlin smiled and said: "There is no leader today, I am the youngest, you are all brothers, this wine belongs to me, you sit and drink." ”

Wu Qinghai and Zhao Yida were stunned, they didn't expect Ding Changlin, a young man, to recognize them as brothers, and it was an accident and a surprise for a while, so they didn't be polite to Ding Changlin anymore, and let him pour the wine, after the wine was full, Ding Changlin raised the glass, looked at Wu Qinghai and Zhao Yida and said: "Brother Ang, Brother Zhao, come, this glass of wine is for you, I am the first to come to Chadi, and I will ask the two eldest brothers for more guidance and help in the future, I will do it, you two eldest brothers are free." After speaking, Ding Changlin drained a glass of wine.

Wu Qinghai and Zhao Yida were stunned again, and wanted to follow Ding Changlin to kill a glass of wine, but Ding Changlin said: "Don't do it, eat the vegetables first, if you want to do it, we will do it later." ”

Seeing that this young man was treating them sincerely, the two of them drank half of the wine, but Ding Changlin sandwiched the dishes for them, and really treated them as brothers, and let them go for a while, especially Zhao Yida, who said with the intention of drinking: "Director Ding, no, Brother Ding, it's not good for you to send the report to the government building in such a hurry, those two old foxes are waiting for the money you want to fill the hole." ”

As soon as Wu Qinghai heard Zhao Yida say this, he knew that he could vent his heart today, and took Zhao Yida's words and said: "Brother Zhao is right, Brother Ding, if you really want to do practical things, the money must not go to the bureau, those two old foxes are plucked by geese, and the money in our museum, they have to reach out every time, if I don't hold it, they can't get the valuable calligraphy and paintings in the museum to be auctioned."

Also, Brother Ding, I am a person who is about to retire, I have a favorite candidate for the curator, but she is not a person in the camp of Director Cui and Director Che, if Brother Ding is able to turn the tide, he can clean up some related households to go out, and the people that Brother Ding wants to arrange are vacant. ”

When Ding Changlin heard this, the taste of these words changed completely, but it was already rare for Zhao Yida and Wu Qinghai to be able to tell the truth to themselves, and they wanted to say that he couldn't clean up the related households, and he became a related household again, but he felt that this was too pretending, so he gave up and asked Wu Qinghai directly: "Who is the person whom Angkor wants to recommend?"

"It's our deputy curator Liang Hongxia, who is forty years old, and it's a good time to do business. The person designated by Director Cui is another deputy curator, Wang Shunfa, who is rumored to have given Lao Cui a copy of Feng Dao's handwriting "The Book of Quan", if it is Feng Dao's authentic handwriting, it is worth this amount. Wu Qinghai threw out a hand after speaking.

"Fifty thousand?" Ding Changlin was stunned, the authentic work of "The Book of Rights" was obviously in his hands, and it seemed that Wang Shunfa's so-called authentic work was fake, coaxing Cui Jinshan. However, Ding Changlin looked at Wu Qinghai's raised hand and couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Ding, what are you kidding, the price is 500,000, not 50,000. Feng Dao's "Quan Jing" is all the essence of his power technique, even if it has been nearly two thousand years, it has not been surpassed by later generations, I have not seen Feng Dao's authentic handwriting, but the age can be identified, however, it is difficult to identify the superb imitation. If the rumors are true, it is very likely that Wang Shunfa stole the museum's authentic Feng Dao handwriting, but I have no evidence, but Wang Shunfa is very selfish, he is just a deputy curator, but he arranged six related households in the museum, a total of more than 20 people in the museum, six related households, Ding brothers, it hurts to think about it, it hurts. As soon as Wu Qinghai finished speaking, he drained a glass of wine by himself.

Ding Changlin was stunned when he heard Wu Qinghai's words, 500,000 ah, the book he unintentionally picked up, he could actually buy a house in Jing'an City, my God, it is so valuable, but at the same time he was worried, after all, this was stolen by him from Feng Dao's tomb, and the person who knew about it was Mi Sidi, if she said it, let alone this deputy director, his career would probably be over.

When Ding Changlin thought of this, he was particularly eager to see Mi Sidi, and to deal with the authentic copy of the "Quan Jing", but fortunately, his book was not recorded, so it can be said that he picked it up unintentionally. He really had to think about it.

Ding Changlin thought of the value of cultural relics, but he didn't expect the value to be so huge, it seems that the museum wants to be corrupt, and it is really a bottomless pit. What's more, the Cultural Relics Bureau is in chaos, and the museum is also in chaos now.

So Ding Changlin looked at Wu Qinghai and asked: "Brother Ang, the valuable calligraphy and paintings in the museum, cultural relics and the like should all be recorded, right?"

"There is a record, but I haven't seen Feng Dao's authentic copy of the Book of Rights, and there is no record of it, so I don't know the specific situation. But if I really want to hand over the museum to someone who is too selfish, I am afraid that sooner or later a few treasures in the museum will become something in someone's pocket. The more Wu Qinghai spoke, the more excited he became, and Zhao Yida on the side wanted to stop it, but it was too late, it seemed that the old curator who was about to retire was going to vomit quickly.