Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

Wang Jianjun, who was criticized by Lou Xiaoe as a scumbag and an unfaithful man, is now waiting for customers to come to Wu Jing's house.

They waited until late at night before arriving at Wu Jing's house.

There are far fewer of these people than before.

However, everyone was holding large and small bags of antiques such as porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, jade, etc.

As soon as the group entered the room, they quickly closed the door.

"How's it going? Have you brought everything?"

Wang Jianjun looked at this group of old and young people and said calmly:

"I've said it before. After today I won't come to collect anything."

"I brought them all, Brother Ye!"

"Brother Ye, take a look at mine first."

A group of old people and young people rushed to take out their things to show Wang Jianjun.

They seemed to be afraid that Wang Jianjun would not accept their things.

Because Wang Jianjun told them that this was his last time to do business. After today, he would not come to collect anything again.

In fact, these old folks have sold almost all the things they need to sell.

Wang Jianjun saw that he had almost squeezed these people out of their wits and was ready to stop.

Even if they still had some money in their hands, Wang Jianjun was too lazy to waste time collecting them.

After all these people were ready, Wang Jianjun put these things into the space, and then he disguised himself and sneaked into the night.

Wang Jianjun went all the way to Dongcheng District.

He had two destinations this time. One was No. 36 Fuxue Hutong, which is the Sijiucheng Cultural Relics Management Office.

In later generations it was called the Cultural Relics Bureau.

The other is the Confucius Temple in Sijiucheng.

When Li Huaide asked Liu Haizhong and Xu Damao to search their houses, Wang Jianjun followed them to these two places.

Most of the good things seized during house searches were stored here.

Li Huaide and his men only coveted a small portion.

The real big shots are here.

As for those precious metals, they will naturally not be placed here.

According to the policy, these things will be registered and returned in accordance with the policy at the later stage of the campaign.

Of course, although this is what we say, it is hard to say what the final result will be.

The owners of some old items have long since passed away due to force majeure, either actively or passively.

Then these things naturally become ownerless.

Wang Jianjun has been paying attention to the situation here. In the past one or two months, basically no one has been transporting old items in.

Occasionally, one or two important people would come in and out of here, and would take away one or two good things when they left.

This made Wang Jianjun, who treated everything here as if it were his own, very unhappy.

So he decided immediately that it was time to close the net.

Wang Jianjun kept scanning all the way, avoiding several dozing security guards, and found an empty place. He then easily crossed the three-meter wall with a single effort.

He glanced around the courtyard. This place was indeed the courtyard of the former royal family.

It’s almost as good as his courtyard house in Shichahai.

Everything in the yard was cleared out.

Now stored inside are a large number of ancient books, jade articles, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings that were confiscated by Hong Xiaobin or the committee during house searches.

Among them are many rare treasures and national treasures.

Those people don't know how precious these things are.

Everything was piled haphazardly on the ground.

Wang Jianjun felt very distressed when seeing this.

He then waved his hand and collected the cultural relics in the room into the storage space.

Wang Jianjun walked from room to room.

He even searched every corner and only left it until he had collected everything did he follow the same route and left for the Confucius Temple.

Wang Jianjun didn't return home until late at night.

Even though his physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people, he still couldn't help trembling at this moment.

This is not because of tiredness, but because of excitement.

Wang Jianjun thought there would be a lot of things here, but he didn't expect there would be so many.

More than 100,000 pieces!

Although many things are not valuable.

But the remaining valuable items are also considerable in number.

Wang Jianjun checked these things one by one in the space.

By scanning the space, he even found some calligraphy and scrolls hidden in the interlayer.

Among them is the calligraphy of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi.

The value of these cultural relics is inestimable, but they will belong to Wang Jianjun from now on.

He definitely won't sell these things.

As for handing it in, that's even more impossible.

Otherwise it would be like what happened in later generations, with each one in the Forbidden City going to me.

Wang Jianjun doesn't trust those people.

And there is no place in the world safer than his space.

Early the next morning, the Cultural Relics Management Office also welcomed an important figure.

If Wang Jianjun were here, he would definitely recognize this man as the big shot who came here before and took away several cultural relics.

When people arrived at the door, the security guard on duty quickly stood up and saluted:

"Hello, Chief!"

The man didn't answer and just walked in.

The two on-duty personnel couldn't help but complain in their hearts that another one had arrived.

This is the eleventh person who has come this month.

Among them, this leader comes most frequently.

Every time these people come, the traffic team will increase the number of sentries and posts, and impose martial law on both sides of the road.

The entire Cultural Management Office is almost becoming their private club.

As for what these people are here for, both sides know it very well.

In other words, the person in charge of the Cultural Management Office is very troubled.

He can't afford to offend any of these big shots.

And every time these people come, they take away some valuable stuff.

You must know that according to policy these things must be returned in the future, even if they are ownerless they must be handed over to the national treasury.

Now that those people are doing this, he will be the one to take the blame in the future.

The person in charge of the Document Management Office only wanted to be transferred to another position as soon as possible.

This way, even if something goes wrong in the future, it will have nothing to do with him.

But when the leader came in, I was dumbfounded.

Something?

Why are the things gone!

He originally wanted to come here to pick out a wedding gift for his son.

So now there is nothing?

"Guard! What's going on?!"

The leader yelled.

After a while, the guard on duty at the door ran in.

"Chief!"

"Let me ask you! Where are the things here?!"

"Things? Aren't all the things here?"

The guard was a little confused. He subconsciously looked at the open door, and then he was also confused.

Empty... Empty?

"This... I don't know either. He was fine yesterday."

The guards were also panicked. This was too outrageous.

He patrolled every room before leaving get off work yesterday.

And there was someone on duty at the door last night.

How come a whole house of things disappeared in just one night?

The guard suddenly thought of something and ran to open another room.

The result was just as he had guessed, nothing.

I opened another one, still nothing.

After all the doors were opened, the guard was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Gone!

Nothing is left!

The poor guard now suspected that there was either something wrong with his eyes or something wrong with his brain.

He hoped it was some ghost or god's doing.

But who dares to mention these things these days?

In order to avoid taking the blame, the guard immediately went to find his leader.

When the stationmaster of the Cultural Management Office heard the news, his first reaction was that the guards were making fun of him.

But when he came to the yard and looked at the empty house, he was also confused.

Who the hell stole so many cultural relics?

Isn't this pushing him to death?