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Obviously the old man in front of him is not any face that Curator Sun is familiar with, but seeing his actions like this, Curator Sun still has an inexplicable panic in his heart,

"Sir..."

Before he could continue talking, Yu Tianming's phone was connected.

Curator Sun could only watch helplessly as the old man recounted what happened just now with a smile on his face, and finally said to the phone with a smile on his face:

"How should I put it, "Picture of Ladies with Poems Inscribed on Red Leaves" was bought by my little disciple with his own money and his own eyesight."

"What? Is it possible that museums still have the right to embezzle personal items?"

Curator Sun was not very close to the old man, so he couldn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone. He could only see that the old man hung up the phone after speaking.

"Who is this person..." The subordinate who had originally agreed with Director Sun at the first moment couldn't help but gently asked the person beside him when he saw this scene.

However, the people beside him were obviously like him, looking at Yu Tianming with doubts in their eyes.

Before they could figure it out, Director Sun's cell phone rang.

Curator Sun's already panicked heart reached its peak the moment the phone rang, especially when he saw the caller ID, his heart was completely chilled.

At this moment, he extremely regretted why he brought someone in when he heard the authentic work of "Picture of Lady with Poems Inscribed on Red Leaves".

How could he have forgotten that in a place like Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon in Kyoto, it is possible to run into someone who is beyond his reach.

It's because he has been praised for too long, and he has heard too many flattery words, so he forgot how to write the word "cautious".

The thoughts in my heart turned thousands of times, but the movements of my hands were not slow at all.

Almost at the fastest speed, he directly connected to the phone in his hand.

Curator Sun was almost prepared for the worst, but he didn't expect that things were far worse than he imagined.

The moment the phone was connected, the cold voice came from the phone,

"Deputy Director Sun, where are you now?"

Curator Sun couldn't help but thump again.

Because of his good background, he has almost been appointed by default in this curator election, and other people usually give him face, and he always directly addresses him as Director Sun.

He hadn't heard the title of deputy curator Sun for a long time, which showed the anger of the person on the other end of the phone.

Before he had time to answer, the person on the other side of the phone spoke again,

"I didn't know that the Kyoto Museum still has the right to usurp other people's personal belongings. Deputy curator Sun has such great authority."

When Curator Sun heard these words, sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

To put it mildly, the position of deputy curator of the museum can be regarded as a public official, but for the real people above, it does not have any real power.

And the person on the phone happened to be the one with real power.

Being able to make the person on the other end of the phone say such a thing shows how serious this matter has become.

Curator Sun was able to get to where he is today, although 80.00% of it is due to his identity and background, but there is still the remaining 20.00%, so he still has his eyesight.

What's more, when it comes to his identity and background, in this part of Kyoto, it is far from his family's turn to speak.

Therefore, when he knew that the other party's identity and background were quite likely, curator Sun smiled at Yu Tianming even more humbly.

He didn't care about losing face or not, after giving Yu Tianming a humble smile, he hurriedly said to the other end of the phone:

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I just want to verify for that lady whether the painting is "Picture of Lady with Poems Inscribed on Red Leaves"."

"If it is, I would like to ask her to borrow our museum for a few days. Of course, we will definitely pay the corresponding rewards. There is absolutely no intention of encroaching on other people's private property."

"Probably because my expression was inaccurate, the old gentleman and the lady misunderstood. I must reflect on this point and sincerely apologize to the old gentleman and the lady."

"Heh~" After speaking, the person on the other end of the phone obviously didn't want to buy it.

With their identities, no matter how angry they are, it is impossible for them to swear.

So, the man just smiled lightly on the phone, full of sarcasm, "Sun Changwei, you'd better save yourself such a low-level trick."

The sweat on Sun Changwei's forehead immediately increased when he was called by his name, and he heard the person on the phone say unhurriedly:

"Speaking of which, you have worked in the museum for a long time."

Sun Changwei's hand holding the phone couldn't help but froze, and the bad premonition reached its peak at this moment.

Sure enough, the next moment, I heard that voice coming from the phone again, "Since you are getting old, let's take a good rest."

Curator Sun only felt that his mouth opened, and there was a bitter taste everywhere, "What... do you mean?"

The voice on the other end of the phone didn't pause for a moment, "It means that you can hand over this position to someone else."

"As for you..."

That person's voice was obviously paused, and then the coldness in the voice became more obvious, "Stay at home and wait for the investigation."

"If you haven't done anything like this before, or violated other regulations, you can just resign. If you have done..."

The voice on the other end of the phone stopped at this point and did not continue to speak, but Sun Changwei's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

How could it not have been done...

Sun Changwei directly wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand, and wanted to explain something to the person on the other end of the phone, but the next moment, the phone was hung up.

Before he could be dazed, Sun Changwei didn't even have time to take back his phone, and he came to Yu Tianming in one stride.

"Old man, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please, just forgive me this time."

"I swear, I really didn't mean to snatch the "Picture of Lady with Poems Inscribed on Red Leaves", I was just angry and wanted to play tricks."

"After all, everyone knows that "Picture of Ladies with Poems Inscribed on Red Leaves" is the personal property of this young lady. As the deputy curator, how can I not understand this truth?"

Curator Sun's eyes were full of tension, his expression was sincere, and Yu Tianming almost knelt down,

"Old gentleman, please show mercy and forgive me this time."

This operation directly frightened the three people behind him into stupidity, especially the subordinate who rushed in front just now, and there were bits of sweat on his forehead.