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After Ge Yuanbo's pupils vibrated for a moment, he felt that with Jian Ci's ability, it was not surprising that he knew anyone.

Therefore, he nodded politely and politely, "It turned out that it was Fifth Master who helped, so thank you very much."

Although he is very old and has the status of an elder, he has to show some respect in front of this person.

But Qin Shizheng didn't respond, but looked deeply at the middle-aged expert, and said, "Although I hired him, I still have to listen to Jian Ci's words in the end."

Jian Ci on the side raised her eyebrows.

Is this supporting yourself?

Thinking of this, she twitched the corner of her mouth imperceptibly, and then said in a casual tone: "I have nothing to say, just enjoy yourself."

The few experts present were stunned.

Have fun?

Shouldn't it be doing your best?

Even the words are not used correctly.

It seems that what was said on the Internet that Miss Jian spent money to get into Beijing University is true.

For a moment, the gazes looking at Jian Ci became contemptuous.

They feel that the presence of such people in the cultural relics circle will change the taste of such precious things as cultural relics.

It even became an international public opinion news, and the whole circle was ridiculed by those people on the Internet.

Ge Yuanbo beside him felt the subtlety of the atmosphere.

Therefore, as the host, he took the initiative to say: "Since everyone is here for one goal, then sit down and chat."

With these words, those people sat down again.

Ge Yuanbo subconsciously wanted to give up his seat to Jian Ci, but at this moment the little girl dragged a chair casually and sat at the very end.

Now he couldn't say anything, so he could only sit down too.

Just about to get to the point, the middle-aged man said again, "Miss Jian, I heard that you are also from the Department of Cultural Relics of Beijing University?"

His name is Han Nian, and he also graduated from the Department of Cultural Relics of Peking University. He is currently a professor of history at a top university in country f.

Strictly speaking, he can be regarded as Jian Ci's old senior.

But he would never recognize such a fake person as a school girl.

It can even be said that it is a shame for Beijing University to do such a thing.

If it weren't for Qin Wuye's people coming to the door in person, coupled with the uproar on the Internet, and his status in school gradually becoming embarrassing, he would not have returned to China to help.

At this time, Jian Ci, who was leaning on the back of the chair, was sending a message to Assistant Li with his mobile phone, and he hummed casually.

Seeing her inattentive look, Han Nian's expression became more and more unkind, and he asked in a cold voice, "I want to know, how did you preserve this calligraphy and painting before?"

Ge Yuanbo saw that she was busy, so he took the initiative to say: "I will answer this, the previous calligraphy and paintings have been kept separately in the department office and museum of Peking University."

But Han Nian refused to let Jian Ci go, and continued: "Then what does Miss Jian think about the damage to calligraphy and painting?"

Such targeting, Jian Ci even a piece of wood can find out.

At that moment, she raised her eyes, glanced at the middle-aged man with gray hair and a beard, and replied with a half-smile: "I have no idea."

Han Nian was a little dissatisfied with such an answer, and was about to question again: "Miss Jian, you..."

In the end, Qin Shizheng beside him interrupted without emotion, "You are here to repair cultural relics, not to interrogate."

His eyes were thin and cold, and there was a bit of prey in the sharp eyebrows.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point.

Just now Qin Shizheng spoke for Jian Ci.

At that time, they felt that something was wrong, but now that this master speaks for her so straightforwardly, even a fool can understand that the relationship between these two people must not be shallow.

Suddenly, the contemptuous eyes became complicated.

I didn't expect this eldest lady to be involved with the fifth master of the Qin family. It's amazing.

No wonder he was able to become a major director of the company at a young age, and even got 40 billion with a wave of his hand. It turned out that there was someone behind him.

In the deadly silence, Ge Yuanbo had no choice but to smooth things over, "I don't think it's better than this. Anyway, everyone is here. Why don't you go to see the calligraphy and painting on the spot, and come up with a feasible plan by the way?"

Seeing this, the rest of the people quickly echoed, "Yes, yes, yes, rather than asking here, it's better to see is to believe."

"That's right, it's easier to go and see it directly."

"Let's go then, let's hurry up."

A group of people walked out immediately.

In the corridor, the people around Han Nian couldn't help asking in a low voice, "What's the matter with you, what are you fussing about with a little girl?"

Han Nian was still sullen at this time, looking very displeased, "The ethos of Beijing University is ruined by this kind of person."

The colleague beside him sighed and persuaded: "He has the backing of the fifth master, you can't afford to offend him."

As a result, these words aroused Han Nian's dissatisfaction even more, "No wonder the Internet exposes her, I think those people are right!"

The people around him are afraid that he will get sick from anger, so they only need to persuade him again: "It's okay, it's okay, a few years old, and he still looks like an angry youth, the most important thing is to solve this matter quickly."

As he spoke, he dragged him to the other end of the corridor.

The voice of their conversation also became smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared.

At this time, only Jian Ci who was sending messages to Assistant Li and Qin Shizheng who was with his wife were left in the quiet office.

He watched Jian Ci casually tilted there, with his head down, typing something on the phone.

Qin Shizheng on the side just watched her with tenderness in his eyes.

Jian Ci soon noticed it.

She glanced at the man beside her, and then at the steady stream of messages on the phone. She couldn't help but clicked her tongue, and then stuffed the phone into his hand without hesitation.

"Aren't you willing to help, come on."

Qin Shizheng glanced at the mobile phone in his arms, raised his thin lips lightly, and began to work obediently.

This time it was Jian Ci's turn to sit on the sofa, propping his chin with one hand, watching Qin Shizheng communicate with Assistant Li on her mobile phone.

If Assistant Li knew that he was not talking to him at this moment but Qin Wuye, he might be so scared that he could drop his phone on the ground.

Jian Ci couldn't help laughing when he thought of the sky-shattering expression on Assistant Li's chubby face.

"So happy?" Qin Shizheng beside him raised his head and looked at her with tenderness in his dark eyes.

"good."

As she spoke, Jian Ci raised her chin at the one in his hand, signaling him to work hard.

Qin Shizheng didn't dare to be disobedient, so he could only bow his head again and arrange the company's next projects one by one with Assistant Li.

On the other hand, Jian Ci continued to lean on and slack off like a boneless person, with one corner of his mouth hooked.

The sun outside the window is gradually sinking.

The orange-yellow of winter dyes the whole office through the windows.

Qin Shizheng sat by the window, and the light smudged his body.

In fact, Qin Shizheng's work is different from other times, his whole person's aura will sink, and he will be under pressure.

It makes people unconsciously fear.

But at this moment, the warm sunset lightened the oppressive aura on him.

Just as he was thinking, the movements of Qin Shizheng's hands suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head, and his deep, dark eyes met her.

Jian Ci was a little confused, so, "What's wrong?"

Qin Shizheng said with deep eyes, "Someone sent you a message."

Jian Ci raised her eyebrows lightly, "Who?"