How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Ten minutes ago.

Just when the director Ma Wenbin, Yang Zhao and Hu Jiuer walked to the exhibition hall, the staff came over and said that the National Security Bureau was here.

Ma Wenbin was so frightened that he almost collapsed on the ground.

He felt guilty as a thief.

Nonsense, who wouldn’t be scared!

Just when he was about to secretly get a blue and white porcelain vase for Hu Jiuer, Guoan came to the door.

If someone sees him, he can't get away with the crime of traveling to foreign countries and traveling for 500,000 yuan!

Not only was he panicked, the expressions of Yang Zhao and Hu Jiuer also changed at the same time.

Guoan is here!

How did they find clues to the porcelain bottle and how did they touch it?

Have you discovered Yingjiang’s intentions?

Do you already know, what are we going to do?

The two resisted the urge to run away.

Because once you run away, it means that you are a guilty thief, and all your previous efforts will be wasted.

After all, Yang Zhao is well-informed and experienced.

He glanced at his cousin and told her to calm down and not show any abnormality.

Then he sneered.

"Director Ma, someone from the National Security Bureau has come to visit you? You don't suspect that we are spies, do you? Hahaha... should we just let him go without a fight?"

Ma Wenbin's face turned even darker when he heard the other party's sneer.

"Stop...stop making trouble! Mr. Yang! How is that possible!"

"You, the San Francisco Museum, exchanged your treasures with us for collections. How could you be a spy?"

"In addition, all our activities have been reported to the superiors, and the State Administration of Cultural Heritage has agreed to it. How could I take the initiative to call the police?"

Yang Zhaopi continued to smile and said, "Really? Haha, that's because I'm worrying too much."

"I thought you were going to steal and hack all the cultural relics in our San Francisco Museum!"

As soon as this was said, the nature was very serious.

Ma Wenbin was even more angry and scolded his mother, the Guoan gang.

Even though those cultural relics originally belonged to our ancestors.

It now belongs to the San Francisco Museum.

You can buy it back, redeem it, demand it back, or condemn it.

But you can't cheat it back.

Especially if they take the initiative to exchange cultural relics with you, with an attitude of mutual trust, once they are forcibly withheld, it will be a huge scandal.

If San Francisco is conquered by force, and even the entire Eagle Sauce.

Then it is natural to take back all the cultural relics.

But if this trick is used to defraud people, the reputation of the entire Dragon Kingdom cultural relics community will be ruined.

Even the reputation of Dragon Kingdom will be damaged.

Ma Wenbin simply cannot bear this responsibility!

Therefore, the old man's first reaction was to never let Yang Zhao and Hu Jiuer see Guoan!

All we can do is wait for them to leave first.

"Stop them first, tell them it's an internal matter, and ask them to wait. I'll go and receive them later!"

Ma Wenbin gave the staff a sharp shout to express his attitude.

The staff nodded for a while, turned around and ran away in a hurry.

"call……"

Although Yang Zhao guessed this, he was still secretly relieved.

If Ma Wenbin wanted to let people from the National Security Bureau in, they would have no choice but to escape immediately without any hesitation.

The fist he held behind his back slowly relaxed, and he signaled to his cousin not to panic, as his brother was taking care of everything.

"Mr. Yang!"

After sending the staff away, Ma Wenbin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile.

"I don't know if your sister is interested in that porcelain vase. Please tell me quickly. After you take it, please leave immediately."

"If people from the National Security Bureau see it, I'm so full of words that I can't even explain..."

Seeing that it was not too late, Hu Jiuer did not dare to talk nonsense anymore. He pointed at the east side of the exhibition hall and said with a smile.

"Director Ma, it's over there! The Ming and Qing porcelain exhibition hall..."

She walked quickly, led the other party into the exhibition hall, and stopped in front of a glass display case.

"That's it. I've never seen a bottle like this before. I plan to go back and make my dad rare."

"it?"

Ma Wenbin glanced at it, feeling even more relieved, and even a little bit contemptuous.

Depend on!

I thought it was something amazing.

Unexpectedly, it was a Yuan Longquan kiln Cong style blue and white incense vase.

This thing, to put it nicely, is a type of Yuan blue and white porcelain.

To put it bluntly, it is the incense burner used by the emperor.

Moreover, it was not a toy used by the emperor, but a funerary object of Mu Tianbo, the last Duke of Guizhou in Jiangcheng.

Who knows where he got this stuff from.

Originally, this bottle was involved in a tomb robbery case, but the relevant prisoners were sentenced and the case was completely closed.

A few months ago, the bottle was sent to the Provincial Museum, where it was briefly restored and placed in the exhibition hall.

There are very few people watching it, it can even be said to be very few.

Because it is placed in an inconspicuous corner of the exhibition hall, most visitors don't even notice it when they walk by it.

Even if I see it, I won't have any other thoughts except that it looks weird.

There is no problem in taking it away, as long as it is hung with a sign saying 'Out for Exhibition'.

Ma Wenbin just wanted to laugh, joking that Yang Zhao and Hu Jiuer had never seen the world. Is this kind of thing worthy of being rare?

"Where's Lao Liu! Let him bring the key and open the glass cabinet!"

Ma Wenbin didn't dare to delay, so he turned around and shouted, asking the cultural relics conservator in charge of this exhibition hall to come over.

Unexpectedly, a young staff member came over, holding a bunch of key disks and looking for them in a hurry.

After all, there are thousands of cultural relics in just one Ming and Qing porcelain exhibition hall, and there are hundreds of them placed individually. It is really not that easy to find them accurately.

"Xiao Song? Why are you here? Where is your master, Old Liu?"

Ma Wenbin frowned when he saw that he was actually a trainee custodian.

The custodian named Xiao Song quickly replied: "Cough cough cough... Director Ma, Master Liu... Master Liu has been coughing badly recently."

"I couldn't bear it anymore a few days ago, so I went to the hospital for a check-up! The doctor said it was a lung nodule that had a tendency to metastasize to lung cancer. He was so scared that he didn't even dare to go to work...cough cough cough cough, this No, I haven’t come here since I asked for leave for almost a week.”

As the young custodian spoke, he coughed.

My face turned red and my neck was thick when I coughed, as if I was going to cough out my lungs!

Ma Wenbin frowned deeply when he heard this.

"Lao Liu has lung cancer? It's impossible! I remember this guy never smoked or drank, so why did he suddenly get cancer?"

"And you, Xiao Song, what are you coughing about? Is Lao Liu's disease contagious?"

As he said this, Ma Wenbin even took a step back, fearing that the other party would spray him all over his face.

"No, no, no! It's not contagious!"

Seeing that the curator had misunderstood, Xiao Song quickly waved his hand.

"Ahem... I don't know what's going on, Director Ma!"

"Not only have I been coughing recently, but the cleaning lady and the exhibition hall's guide, Sister Zhang, are also coughing badly."

"Director Ma... cough cough cough, can you install an air purifier in our exhibition hall? I suspect there are too many people and they have all contracted pneumonia... cough cough cough..."

When Ma Wenbin heard this, he didn't think much about it.

Now is the peak season for pneumonia in winter, and the number of visitors to the Yunnan Museum can reach tens of thousands every day.

With so many people coming and going, it’s so easy to catch pneumonia.

Pneumonia is contagious even if it is said to be contagious, and it is not contagious even if it is not said to be contagious.

It mainly depends on the individual's physical fitness.

"Okay, okay! I'll put it on for you. Remember to disinfect frequently, ventilate frequently, and exercise more. Mother is already lying down. Who's going to take care of this exhibition hall!"

Ma Wenbin waved his hand impatiently, signaling the other party to quickly find the key.

Only Yang Zhao and Hu Jiuer, who had been standing not far away, had slightly changed expressions.

They looked at each other and seemed to know something. They took a small gadget from their arms and put it on their necks calmly.

Two minutes later, the key was finally found and the glass cabinet door was opened.

The Yuanlongquan kiln Cong-style blue and white incense bottle appeared in front of Yang Zhao and Hu Jiuer.

"Haha! Mr. Yang, antique rules, you can take it yourself. Do you want to find a special box to put it in for you?"

Ma Wenbin smiled and spread his hands, but he was worried.

Brother, take it quickly and go!

If Te Niang delays any longer, what will happen if the national security gang really rushes in?

Yang Zhao had put on a pair of rubber gloves and reached into the glass cabinet with trembling hands.

Unexpectedly!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A burst of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from outside.

At the same time, someone shouted loudly.

"What are you doing! Stop!"