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Fatty Jin thought to himself: This old boy, didn't he steal the face-changing skill of our Sichuan Opera, did he?

"It's not a return. This painting belongs to our country."

Liu Qingshan put away the smile on his face and became serious: "This is a matter of principle and should not be confused. If you want to return it, please return all the Chinese cultural relics in the major museums in the country first."

idiot!

Sato cursed in his heart, the other party didn't accept softness and toughness, he was really a hard bone, which made him feel helpless.

At this time, the old man, Mr. Watanabe, said: "I have heard about Jun Liu's deeds. The grand occasion of Jun Liu auctioning the team flag on Hong Kong Island is still in front of my eyes."

What does this old guy mean?

Liu Qingshan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

I only heard Watanabe continue to speak slowly. His Mandarin was very standard. If I didn’t know it, I thought I was chatting with a local person face to face:

"I have great admiration for Liu Jun's economic foresight and foresight. He successfully predicted the decline of our country's economy."

The more he compliments people, the more he alerts Liu Qingshan, he looks at the other party quietly, waiting for Tu Qiong to see him.

Sure enough, Watanabe soon stopped going around in circles, he shook his head and sighed softly:

"It is precisely because of this economic crisis that many museums in our country are unsustainable, and we have to prepare to put some treasures in our collections on the international market for auction, which naturally includes a large number of cultural relics from your country."

"So good!"

After all, Fatty Jin is still young, and he couldn't help but scream when he heard this. It is of course a great thing to be able to return a large number of cultural relics.

Liu Qingshan didn't see it that way, he finally understood what the old fox Watanabe meant: this is a threat.

This is to imply that once those collections are put up for auction, they will definitely be subject to malicious price hikes just like the auction of the alliance flag back then.

The current income and purchasing power of the Chinese people are really unbearable.

This old guy is really insidious enough: Don't you, Liu Qingshan, like to buy back cultural relics from your country, then you will be asked to pay a big price.

No matter how huge your personal funds are, they are limited after all; if you ignore them, not only Liu Qingshan will lose face, but the entire nation will be ridiculed.

Although Liu Qingshan also knows that those museums in island countries will most likely not do this kind of thing.

But who knows, will they go crazy?

In case the government over there is in charge, and there is a big consortium to push the flames, Liu Qingshan really can't resist it.

With his current strength, he still doesn't have the ability to fight against the entire island consortium by himself.

Seeing Liu Qingshan's silence, Fatty Jin finally gradually understood what it was like, and cursed in his heart: This old fellow Watanabe is quite sinister.

Once such a scene really happened, Fatty Jin felt that even cultural relic researchers like them would have no face to go out to meet people in the future.

The other experts here, of course, also wanted to understand the twists and turns, and all glared at Watanabe.

Old fritters like Duanbian, of course, don't care, and still said slowly:

"Liu Jun, the matter must be resolved after all, please show your sincerity and come up with a result that both of us can accept."

Just now Sato didn't get any advantage, but Watanabe kept the two sides back to the same starting line without making a sound.

Liu Qingshan also felt a little tricky, after thinking about it, a smile reappeared on his face:

"Mr. Watanabe, I almost forgot. Earlier this year, I already filed an immigration application and it has already been approved."

Ok?

Watanabe was taken aback for a moment. He had lived and worked here for many years, so of course he knew that there were quite a few Chinese people who yearned to immigrate to European and American countries.

If this Liu Qingshan also emigrates to the United States, it will be really troublesome.

But on the surface, he remained calm: "Then I really want to congratulate Liu Jun. I don't know which country you want to immigrate to. I think our island country is very good."

"If we can be compatriots, then the ownership of this painting will not be a problem."

Liu Qingshan shook his head: "There is nothing to congratulate. The place where I immigrated is Liland in Africa."

At the beginning of the year, because the situation was unclear, Liu Qingshan submitted an immigration application, but there has been no response.

He didn't know that this question had even alarmed some big shots.

After all, Liu Qingshan's situation is very clear from above, and the influence of politics, economy and many other aspects must be considered.

But just half a month ago, Liu Qingshan finally received a call, informing him to go through the relevant procedures.

However, from time to time, Liu Qingshan has no other ideas now, so there is no need to engage in immigration strategies.

On the contrary, those men who devoted themselves to the construction of Lilan, many unmarried young people chose to intermarry with local women and became foreign sons-in-law.

Liu Qingshan was relatively busy during this period, so he never went to withdraw the application, just to prevaricate the old guy Watanabe.

After hearing Liu Qingshan report "Lilan", Watanabe's face couldn't help but twitch. He couldn't understand why there were still people who voluntarily migrated to Africa?

So he laughed and said, "Mr. Liu is joking with me, right?"

Liu Qingshan shook his head: "Such a major event, how can it be trifling, so Mr. Watanabe, if you want to solve the problem through diplomatic means, you should go to Lilan to communicate."

Watanabe felt that his breath was stuck in his chest, and he was suffocated: Lilan is in chaos, and there is no unified government. Who should I turn to?

The most important thing is that people basically don't have embassies in other countries. Are we going to Africa?

It is possible to go, but it is not easy to say whether you can come back.

Chapter 911 What an International Joke

Hitting the right track, Liu Qingshan's immigration plan was unexpected to be used here.

This trick really made the menacing islanders feel a little helpless.

At this moment, Comrade Zhao, who had been on the sidelines, stood up: "This matter has gone beyond our scope of authority, Mr. Sato, Mr. Watanabe, please forgive us for being powerless."

Comrade Zhao said it seriously, but he couldn't help laughing in his heart: This little Comrade Liu is really difficult enough.

This is clearly to stay out of the matter, in fact, of course, it is still biased towards Liu Qingshan: Anyway, there are no formal immigrants yet, so we are still compatriots.

Moreover, Comrade Zhao has rich experience. When he heard that Liu Qingshan immigrated to a place like Lilan, he made a rough judgment in his heart.

On the contrary, if he immigrated to a country like the United States, Comrade Zhao would not have such a reaction.

Ito and the others had no choice but to stand up, even if they stayed here, it was meaningless.

But before leaving, Ito still refused to give up: "We will definitely get back what belongs to us!"

What responded to him was Liu Qingshan's chuckle: "I will too!"

When this group of people left, the solemn atmosphere just now finally dissipated, Fatty Jin approached Liu Qingshan cheerfully:

"Mr. Liu, you will be considered a foreign friend from now on, hehe."

The old horse also came up to make fun of him: "Brother Qingshan, you are still a cow. It is not easy to make a little devil suffer, but I want to ask, where is Lilan?"

Liu Qingshan was also very happy, he waved his hand: "At first I wanted to immigrate, and then moved back. Later, the situation changed, so I didn't plan to bother. Now it seems that I might really have to go through the formalities."

Everyone also understood, knowing that Liu Qingshan is not the same as those people who want to go to developed countries with sharp heads, so they are completely relieved.

That old Mr. Shan also said with a smile: "Qingshan, if you really leave, these treasures are absolutely not allowed to be taken away."

Everyone laughed together, and then, under the leadership of the curator Uncle Lu, they went to watch their favorite treasures.

Looking at it this time, it is different from the morning. They are all taken out of the glass display cabinet and watched carefully.

People like them have an almost morbid obsession with cultural relics, and they can't get out after seeing them.

Liu Qingshan saw that there was nothing wrong with him here, so he drove to the film and television city to pick up the fourth and fifth children and the others home.

Back in the house in Liulichang, there are only family members left, and now more people can live in the house, because the original treasure room has also been emptied, leaving only a few pieces of old furniture for decoration.

The treasure room is the main room, according to the old rules, the owner Liu Qingshan should live there.

But Liu Qingshan felt sorry for his sister, so he asked the fourth and fifth to move there.

For the past two days, the eldest brother-in-law Gao Wenxue and Writer Lu also lived here. When Liu Qingshan came back, a room full of people were studying.

Liu Qingshan leaned over to listen, and it turned out that they were discussing clothing issues:

Emma is from that continent, so she is more familiar with the situation: "Wang, of course you have to wear a tuxedo, that's what those award recipients used to do."

This time to receive the award, Emma will also accompany her. She is not accompanying to receive the award, but mainly to go back to go through the immigration procedures.

After getting along for this period of time, she has decided to officially marry Lao Mao'er, so she started to go through the formalities, and the domestic side has already run out.

"What kind of tuxedo?" The old hat really turned into a rustic old hat this time.

In fact, he is not to blame. Few Chinese people have seen a tuxedo these days.

Emma giggled: "Ai, when you become my groom, you will know."

Seeing that he was about to digress, Gao Wenxue pushed down his glasses and began to express his opinion:

"Actually, I think we should wear a Chinese tunic suit. This is the formal dress that can represent our country."

Writer Lu also nodded. He seldom wears a suit, let alone a tuxedo.

Liu Qingshan also interjected: "Then let's wear a Chinese tunic suit. Anyway, there are no hard and fast rules about what to wear at the awards ceremony. In the past, some people wore national costumes from their own country."

Now that Liu Qingshan had set the tone, it was unanimously approved, and Writer Lu also showed a smile on his face: "It happens that I still have a woolen uniform, which I made when I got married."

"Brother Wang, your clothes are almost antiques." Liu Qingshan was also happy: "Let's make a new one, and send yours to the museum later."

"I'm afraid it's too late?"

Writer Lu is a little worried. Today is already the 2nd. Normally, the awards are presented on the 10th. They still need to leave a few days earlier.

"It's all ready, the entourage, all make new clothes."

Liu Qingshan still attaches great importance to this matter, after all, it involves the dignity of the country.

"It hasn't been tailored yet." Gao Wenxue was a little puzzled.

Liu Qingshan laughed a few times: "The old master who came to the house a few days ago is a famous tailor in the capital. You don't need to measure the size. His eyes are the ruler!"

Everyone was relieved now, and Emma asked with a smile, "Have you ordered an evening dress for me?"

"Second teacher, this is really not there. When you and uncle get married, I will give you a wedding dress."

Liu Qingshan really didn't think about Emma, ​​it's mainly a tailor shop that only makes Chinese clothes.

The clothes were delivered the next day, and everyone tried them on, and they all fit really well.

Moreover, the materials used are very elegant, and the workmanship is also fine. After wearing it, the whole person looks a little more energetic.

In fact, it is still a Chinese tunic suit, which is more suitable for the figure and temperament of Chinese people.

Writer Lu's family and friends are actually not many, apart from his wife, they are his good friend Gao Wenxue, plus Liu Qingshan and Boban.

In addition, there are representatives sent by the government. There is a leader of the Writers Association, whom Liu Qingshan also knows, who is the old writer Liu who introduced him to join the Writers Association;

The other is Geng, the leader of the cultural department, which Liu Qingshan is not familiar with, and the other is the translator and reporter accompanying the team.

The clothes of these people will not belong to Liu Qingshan.

Then there is the dumb grandfather and Little Six, accompanied by Song Yizhen and two disciples, and set off together.

But instead of Stockholm, they're going to England.

Speaking of it, this is also related to the great fame of the dumb grandfather in the United States. Because celebrities such as the boxing champion and MJ have controlled the disease, coupled with the success in the field of AIDS treatment, the dumb grandfather was invited by the Royal Academy of Medicine. to lecture.

This is a great thing to expand the influence of traditional Chinese medicine, and Liu Qingshan must support it.

He has already called Lu Fang who is here, telling him to work as a follower for the dumb grandpa during this period of time.

It was just to attend a ceremony, and it only took more than a week to go back and forth. Liu Qingshan made some simple arrangements at home, and then set off with the team.

There is no direct flight to Stockholm yet, so the group flies to London first and then transfers there.

I got off the plane in London, and the next flight was just a few hours later, so I didn't go anywhere, just waiting at the airport.

Everyone has already eaten on the plane, and the service is still very good. The plane meal is not bad at all, and even for most people, it is delicious.

So there is no need to go to the restaurant to eat, and take the time to rest.

"Boss."

A familiar voice came, it was Lu Fang who happily found Liu Qingshan and his party.

Liu Qingshan patted him on the shoulder: "Are you still used to it here?"

"Hey, it's okay, but I'm not used to eating."