Yang Li and Lin Shiwen returned to the car.

Sitting in the car and seeing the calligraphy and paintings at hand, Lin Shiwen still had a feeling of unreality.

I think it's all too dreamy.

This is the only authentic work of Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty in the world...... Its value, neither inside nor outside, can be measured in money.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is priceless, so the question is, what to do with this thing?

Lin Shiwen turned his head to look at Yang Li.

"What are you going to do?"

The expression on Yang Li's face didn't change much, he chuckled lightly and said, "Of course, it's handed over to the state." ”

"Huh?!"

Lin Shiwen's face changed color, and he asked in surprise, "You're not joking with me?" ”

Yang Li's expression became serious, and he spoke: "Have you ever heard the truth that the husband is innocent and guilty? ”

Yang Li explained: "This kind of national treasure-level collection cannot be collected by individuals, especially those of us who are engaged in the antique business. ”

"When the news gets out, it won't be long before people at home and abroad flock to it."

"And the means on the surface, the means behind the scenes, only what you can't think of, there is nothing that can't be done."

"Once the national treasure-level collection goes overseas and wants to take it back, it is not so simple."

Lin Shiwen looked at Yang Li with a shocked expression, and didn't speak for a while.

After half a ring, her eyes when she looked at Yang Li also began to change.

You must know that although this calligraphy and painting is priceless, and there will be many difficulties in trading on the surface, as long as Yang Li is willing.

He said that he wanted to sell this calligraphy and painting, and offered a sky-high price, and he would become a billionaire overnight.

Billionaires in their twenties!

This attraction of getting rich overnight is not something that can be given up.

Seeing that the expression on Yang Li's face hadn't changed much, Lin Shiwen didn't ask much, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll accompany you to the National Museum." ”

This time it was Yang Li's turn to be surprised, he looked at Lin Shiwen, and asked in surprise, "Aren't you distressed?" ”

Lin Shiwen smiled at him and said, "Although I am your boss, I can't interfere with your wishes." ”

"This calligraphy and painting is yours, no matter what decision you make, I will support it."

Yang Li smiled knowingly and didn't say anything.

Next, the two drove straight to the city's largest national museum.

Feeling at the door, a museum security guard stepped forward to stop the two and said, "It's not opening time, and people can't enter the museum." ”

Yang Li explained his intention: "That's the case, we are here to donate national treasures, please help us contact the curator." ”

"A national treasure?"

When the security guard heard this, he almost didn't laugh off his big teeth, he sneered, and said with a slight sarcasm: "I think you better keep it to yourself." ”

"This is the National Museum, not your private warehouse, and you don't collect everything."

Yang Li continued to explain: "The object we want to donate is the authentic work of Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. ”

"What?"

The security guard was stunned, and after half a day, he suddenly burst into tears with laughter.

Although he works as a security guard, he guards the museum all year round, and he also maintains law and order at conferences and conferences.

I also know some knowledge of antiques.

Li Bai's authentic handiwork is only one "Balcony Post" under the mountain in the whole country, and this excuse is too clumsy.

"Let's go!"

Thinking of this, the security guard's tone also cooled and said, "Don't let idle people stay here." ”

"I'm really going to donate."

"I said you're still doing it, aren't you?"

The security guard pushed Yang Li and said coldly: "If you really have it, can you take it out and donate?" Don't talk nonsense here, I'm welcome in a while! ”

Seeing this, Lin Shiwen, who was on the side, couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart.

She frowned, looked at the security guard and said, "What's your attitude?" That's how you treat donors? ”

"That's my attitude."

The security guard's attitude is still arrogant: "I warn you not to affect my work, otherwise I don't care who you are!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Lu Feng, who had a relationship with Yang Li, happened to come out of the hall, and saw that the security guard stopped the two and didn't say anything.

But he didn't notice that the person turned out to be Yang Li.

Thinking of the previous insult, Lu Feng was still unconvinced on his face, he walked up quickly and came to the security guard.

Squinted at Yang Li and asked the security guard, "What's the matter?" ”

I heard that the security guard said that Yang Li was coming to donate Li Bai's true handwriting.

Lu Feng was stunned for a moment: "What?" Donate Li Bai's original handwritings? ”

He turned his head to look Yang Li up and down, and in the next second, he laughed unscrupulously: "Hahaha......"

It wasn't until the laughter stopped that he pointed at Yang Li and sneered: "I said, are you a little too pretentious?" ”

"As soon as you come up, Li Bai's real handwriting, do you know what Li Bai's real handwriting looks like?"

Lu Feng was still haunted by what happened last time, and his face was full of resentment.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, ask your curator to come out, otherwise I won't donate this item today."

Yang Li came to the museum to donate Li Bai's authentic works, and he didn't want to have a quarrel here, but in the face of the attitude of the security guard and Lu Feng, he suddenly became a little unhappy.

When Lu Feng heard this, he glanced at him and said in a cold voice, "What? Think it's great if you can fix it? ”

"Do you really think the museum is owned by your family?"

"If you want to get out, get out of here, don't brag here!"

He turned to look at the security guards and said, "You keep an eye on them here, don't let them in." ”

After speaking, Lu Feng snorted, turned around and left.

"Forget it, don't donate it."

Lin Shiwen was also very angry, and pulled Yang Li to persuade.

Yang Li was just about to finish speaking, when the mobile phone suddenly rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

As soon as the phone was connected, the person inside immediately said: "Hello Mr. Yang, I heard that you have the true handiwork of the poet immortal Li Bai in your hand." ”

"If it's convenient for you, can you tell me the location, and I'll send a car to pick you up right away."

"We can negotiate the transaction, you can rest assured, if it is true, you can open the price as you like."

"I'm sorry, I didn't."

Yang Li hung up the phone directly.

The next second, another call came in.

This time it's a foreigner, who speaks broken Mandarin, hoping to meet him.

Yang Li didn't say a word, and hung up directly.

Then dozens of text messages came at the same time, from all over the world, all seeking deals.

Looking at it like this, Yang Li's personal information has been leaked.

At this moment, the director of the museum walked out with Wang Jiangxin.

Wang Jiangxin had a good impression of Yang Li, and when he saw him outside the museum at this time, he was ready to step forward to say hello.

Unexpectedly, before the words of greeting could be spoken, Yang Li said mercilessly: "Master Wang, your apprentice Lu Feng, he is not only not good at the restoration of cultural relics, but also has a bit of a problem with his brain." ”