He stood silently, and finally, he moved, his steps slow, his hands nostalgic for each piece. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The whole hall was not very large, but he had walked for a long time, and when his fingers had touched the last piece of the collection, he sighed heavily, and two lines of tears flowed.

His hoarse voice echoed through the museum, and he looked up, trying to pour back his tears, but to no avail, but instead of a louder and more turbulent sound, dripping straight down the floor.

He stood there like a lonely old man, his body trembling and trembling.

His low sobs echoed throughout the museum, and it was poignant to hear, and he knew that he couldn't keep them, he couldn't keep them.

Standing outside the museum, Edda's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth, holding back her tears, so that she couldn't cry, but the tears were still gushing up, and she was not under her control at all.

Adrien patted her on the shoulder, comforting her.

Finally, she couldn't help it anymore, and cried out loud, hugging Adrian's shoulders and sobbing in a voice, asking intermittently, "For... What, why .... Why...... Do it!"

If Li Shang was here, he would definitely tell her why this was, and talk about the family hatred and national hatred that made the hearts of the people heartbreaking.

Who knows how much blood and tears the Chinese people left behind like them, and they only hated the unscrupulousness of those invaders.

Adrien put his arm around her and didn't say anything, only sighed heavily, which made people sigh!

The officials next to him didn't speak, they lowered their heads, and their bodies were stunned, which was sad to watch.

"You guys, come in!"

Hearing this, Edda wiped her tears, Adrien sighed, and the officials secretly wiped their tears and walked inside silently.

The Louvre curator's eyes were red, his face was stained with tears, his steps were hoarse, and he said to them in a hoarse voice, "Go and move, be careful"

He couldn't bear to look at it, he was afraid and couldn't help crying directly, he walked straight to the door of the museum, and sat directly on the cold steps with his buttocks, and his body was a little rickety.

The officials present were also cautious, no one made a sound, and silently put the collections in front of them into the box one by one.

Their steps are very light, and when they take things out of the museum, when they walk past the curator, they will walk lightly and carefully.

The curator's closed eyes were trembling slightly, he had worked here for decades, and he treated this place as if it were his own home, and every collection in it was like his own child.

He was very uncomfortable, he knew every person around him, he just didn't dare to open his eyes, he was afraid to see what was in their hands and couldn't help it, he was trying his best to restrain himself.

Finally, when the last person walked out of the museum, he opened his eyes, with nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes, and stood quietly at the door of the museum, looking at the library that had been emptied.

Finally he sighed, closed the door, and the hoarse voice rang out again, "Let's go!"

Walking through the corridor of the Louvre, looking at the collections on both sides of the corridor, his steps were slowed down somehow, with a hint of nostalgia, with reluctance, and he whispered "It's time to go~~"

He can still remember that when he was a child, the previous curator patted him on the head, pointed to the collections in front of him, and said in a proud tone, "These are our pride, this is a symbol of our glory"

He still remembers that the previous curator held him in his arms and said to him kindly, "When you grow up, you must take good care of our glory!"

He still remembers that when the last curator died, he took his hand and said to himself, 'His greatest wish in life is to find their French pride, the Mona Lisa,' and he hoped that he could find it for him.

Through the thick glass window in his hand, he looked at the collection that was still the same, the original splendor, his fingers trembled, and his mouth sighed.

Although their pride, the Mona Lisa, was gone, and he knew it was time for him to leave.

Although the footsteps were not fast, it seemed like a blink of an eye for him, he could remember the bits and pieces of him here, he thought that he could no longer shed tears, but he didn't expect that when he turned around, tears still flowed out.

When everyone had come out, he closed the door in tears, knowing that he had made his decision and that he didn't want to come back.

These officials also seemed to guess what the curator meant, they did not persuade, they did not urge, only understanding, quietly understanding.

"Let's go!"

This time he didn't have nostalgia, with a trace of ease, with a hint of relief, and took these officials away.

The French president at the Elysee Palace also received the news, he could understand the curator's approach, did not refuse, and silently signed his resignation.

When the news spread, they were silent, but in their hearts they resented Li Shang even more, Li Shang has now become a public enemy of France, it can be said that if Li Shang appears in France, then the crazy French people will definitely tear him to pieces.

The Louvre curator disappeared, no one knew where he had gone, no one had seen him again.

The 100 pieces of the Chinese collection were flown back to Seattle in the United States overnight, awaiting a deal with Li Shang.

The world's media gathered here, especially next to Li Shang's estate, and these media were directly stationed here, unwilling to give up any opportunity to dig up news.

After a day's time, at about noon the next day, under the escort of the escort personnel, the convoy slowly drove towards Li Shang's manor.

These are the hundreds of Chinese national treasures escorted by France, and they are surrounded by police with guns, for fear of any accidents.

Under the vigilance of the police and the expectation of the media, the vehicle slowly drove into Li Shang's manor.

Adrien had a cold face and pointed to the escort car behind him, "Take a look, you will be able to repay the debt when the time comes!"

Li Shang smiled, didn't look at it at all, and said, "I can trust the credibility of your French, you don't need to test it!"

Adrien squinted his eyes, very sharp, as if he wanted to see through Li Shang's state of mind, but after looking at it for a while, he said in a low voice, "Now, hand over the 'Mona Lisa'!"

Li Shang smiled, "Of course", Li Shang said hello to Yaheng, Yaheng was proud, nodded, and walked towards the house.

After a while, Yaheng came over with a Mona Lisa wrapped in dark green canvas, not only Adrian's eyelids jumped, but even the ordinary people present couldn't stand it.

In fact, when Li Shang handed over the Mona Lisa to Ya Heng, Ya Heng was full of disbelief, he originally thought that Li Shang didn't know it was true when he was appraised in the Louvre, so he was so arrogant, but he didn't expect Li Shang to be like this now.