Chapter 905: 905
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Liao Fan is a filial grandson, Gu Chen does not deny.
But who did the curator Bao invite? Just because I attended a museum exchange meeting in Mordor, I would be doomed?
What's more, masks and other precious items are obtained by the museum through regular channels, and there is no moral kidnapping.
But what happened in Wanshan Museum makes people feel sorry.
"So, you went to associate curator Bao, and the topics you talked about were all about heirloom? You didn't know the assistant curator before? "
Facing Gu Chen's questions, Liao Fan nods frequently.
"That's right. I don't know any curator Bao. I just know that these family heirlooms of my family finally settled in Wanshan Museum, and they will never be personal belongings from now on."
"So at that time, through some special means, I finally mixed into the museum exchange meeting, and through various inquiries, finally found curator Bao in the venue."
"You ask him for something directly?" Yuan Shasha asked.
Liao Fan shook his head: "of course not, because these things are introduced by the museum through legal channels. I just want to buy them back with money."
"But when I saw the explanation about my old mask in the meeting hall, I realized that my uncle sold a valuable mask at the price of cabbage. I hate it."
Said here, Liao Fan angrily hit the interrogation chair.
He looked up at Gu Chen with grief and indignation. He also complained: "I realized at that time that the possibility that I would redeem the mask was almost zero, but this was originally my family treasure. As a descendant, I had no reason to let it go out."
"I don't want anything else, but I must take it back."
"What happened then?" Gu Chen looks up at Liao Fan.
Liao Fan took a deep breath and said with a bitter smile: "later? Do I have any more? "
"In order to win the last glimmer of hope, I have been following curator Bao to the door of his room after the exchange meeting."
"I took this opportunity to enter his hotel room and explain my intention to him. I was communicating with him with the last hope."
"But as soon as curator Bao heard that I was here to return the heirloom, he immediately refused all my requests."
"Even if I was willing to pay for the mask, he refused decisively."
"That's for sure." Feeling Liao Fan's indignant appearance, officer Wang was also objective and fair: "your uncle is also the owner of heirloom, objectively has the right to represent your family and sell goods to others."
"Since the Wanshan Museum has obtained it through legal means, the museum has the right to dispose of the imported items, and it can refuse your redemption request."
Liao Fan heard the words and said with a cold smile: "if curator Bao is a kind-hearted person who is willing to properly protect my family's heirloom, if I can't redeem it, maybe I will often go to the museum to see my family's items."
"But after exchange, I found that Wanshan museum is just a pheasant Museum selling cultural relics."
"After the exhibition, all items will be introduced to some private collectors through some channels, and sold to them to earn a certain price difference."
Here, Liao Fan was also grieved and said, "I marked my willingness to recycle it at twice the price I sold at that time. But when the curator Bao saw this, he suddenly raised the price."
"He told me that my family heirloom, left in our hands, is useless, it is simply a waste, it is better to put it in the museum, let it show its real value."
"But I can clearly see from the tone of curator Bao that he intends to sell, but he asked for a 15 times price."
After a pause, Liao Fan shook his head and said, "since then, I have known that the so-called gentleman who is full of praise for cultural values on the podium is just in vain."
"Secretly, through some cultural relic brokers, he continuously purchased high-value private collections from private hands, and then took them to the museum to wash them, so as to increase the actual value of the items."
"After the exhibition in the museum, we will find buyers of leeks and sell these high-value items to private collectors at a higher price, so as to earn a huge price difference."
"At that time, curator Bao took a fancy to the value of my family heirloom. He felt profitable and wanted to add value to the museum."
"If I want to buy and redeem at that time, he can also sell it. The price is 15 times of the original purchase price."
Said here, Liao Fan almost collapsed: "15 times the price, this is my life."
"Is that still the case?" Lu Weiwei felt that she couldn't listen to it any more. She felt that the pheasant museum was totally buying and selling.
In the name of a museum, in fact, what he does is to make a difference.
Lu Weiwei finally knows why many private museums have suddenly appeared in recent years.
On the surface, it is said that the curator is rich and generous, engaging in private collection hobbies, and open to the general public.But actually?
It's a profit-making business. It's a business to make a profit.
Many precious items have little value in the hands of ordinary people, but they have been purchased to Wanshan Museum. After some professional repair and exhibition by technicians, especially some important exhibitions, the value of these items has doubled immediately.
Market determines value, and exhibits are a business.
"So, you didn't buy it?" Gu Chen asked him.
Liao Fan nodded and felt his heart was cold at the moment: "curator Bao refused to give in. I couldn't help it. I even knelt down for him."
Speaking of this, Liao Fan is also sad and indignant. He slapped himself two times: "I I've never been kneeling before
"Even if my father hung me up on a tree and pulled me with a belt, I would not say anything and admit that I was wrong."
"But that day, I knelt down to the head of the museum. That mask was my grandfather's only thought. I explained my grandfather's situation in the hospital to him clearly, but I almost kowtowed to him, but he just refused."
"He told me that he would keep my heirloom well in Wanshan Museum. If I miss it, I would often visit Wanshan Museum."
"Isn't that good?" Officer Wang is also unclear, so I feel that this should be the best compromise.
After all, even if it's not in your home, it's in the museum, at least visible and touching.
However, Liao Fan shook his head: "if it was so simple, although director Bao's words moved me and promised to take good care of them, I was cheated out of the room."
"But not long after I left the room, I met a mysterious man who mysteriously walked into director Bao's room."
"I was curious at that time, so I followed up again, pasted it on the door of director Bao's room, and listened to their conversation in the room quietly."
After a pause, Liao Fan helped his forehead with a giggle: "I'm really naive. I believed the ghost words of curator Bao. At this time, I found out that they were talking about the trade of masks. The mysterious man said that a South Asian gold master took a fancy to the mask and was willing to pay a high price to buy it for collection, and wanted curator Bao to sell it."
"But curator Bao was unwilling to agree at the beginning. He told him that even if he wanted to make a move, he needed to put it on display in Wanshan Museum and gilt it, so that it could be displayed and sold again."
"But when curator Bao heard that the mysterious man told him that the South Asian gold owner was willing to pay for the purchase amount, he was completely shocked. It was a huge sum of money."
Looking at Lu Weiwei's cute face, it seems that she doesn't know how much the so-called huge sum of money is, so she quickly explains:
"well, as long as you sell this mask, you don't have to worry about buying a car or a house, or even the food and drink for the rest of her life."
"So valuable?" After hearing Liao Fan's speech, Lu Weiwei finally has a concrete understanding of the concept of "huge capital".
It means that you can eat as many delicious foods as you can, all over the world, for decades.
Think about this temptation, it's really hard to resist.
"So? Curator Bao decided to sell the mask, didn't he? " Asked Gu Chen.
Liao Fan nodded fiercely: "curator Bao just promised me that he would not sell this mask, but keep it in the Wanshan Museum."
"But later, he was ready to sell the mask to South Asians. He was a real jerk, a mercenary villain."
No matter how much scolding, Liao Fan's heart that hate, it seems that there is no way to vent.
After trying to calm down, he added: "I heard their conversation at that time. Curator Bao was going to take the articles back to Jiangnan City. Then he would show them symbolically for a week. Finally, he would sell them to the South Asian businessman through some procedures."
"So I have to stop him. I swear I won't let him succeed, nor will I let this ancestral treasure fall into the hands of foreigners."
Gu Chen nodded slightly, but also could not help saying: "so, in order to get back that object, you began to carefully plan this operation?"
"Yes." Now, Liao Fan no longer conceals anything. Instead, he says frankly: "I secretly took a taxi and arrived in Jiangnan City all night. Through some means, curator Bao likes to study astronomy, especially to astronomical telescopes."
"So I bought a set of astronomical telescopes and got the phone number of curator Bao by some means. I called him with an unfamiliar number and told him that in order to show that Wanshan museum is responsible for collecting my mask, I specially thank him and send him a set of telescope, hoping that he can treat my mask well."
"So, this guy believed it and was still proud. When he was in Mordor, he called the security guard of Wanshan Museum. Today, a set of friends sent him a telescope. Remember to sign for it."
Looking up at Gu Chen who made the record, Liao Fan could not help but said: "but what happened next, you officer Gu already knows everything."
"Yes, I used the astronomical telescope to collect sunlight and focus the light source in a fixed position during assembly and debugging.""And this position, which is 45 degrees from the outside left corner of the ashtray, should be able to light the cigar and make proof that I am not at the scene."
Looking at Lu Weiwei, Yuan Shasha and police officer Wang, Liao Fan said again:
"in order to meet these conditions, I made a mark in the office yesterday. Even if he asked the curator or or someone else to move the astronomical telescope, I could still restore to the position of yesterday according to the scale mark at the first time, so as to ensure that everything can be in accordance with my requirements around 5 p.m That happened. "
"As for curator Bao, it's true that I took this opportunity to come to Jiangnan City to talk about the project, and I made a chance encounter at the door of the High-speed Railway Hotel, because I have checked all the itineraries of director Bao and know where he will appear at what time. I can't make any mistakes."
"I even handed over the most important cooperation projects to others. However, I directly drank tea with curator Bao and finally entered his room."
"I took the opportunity to have a last look at my family's ancestral items. Unexpectedly, curator Bao agreed. This is a good opportunity from heaven. I think I can't miss the opportunity any more. This is a valuable ancient mask."
"So at that moment, you decisively took out the hammer, killed curator Bao and took away the mask?" Gu Chen looks at the crazy Liao Fan, but he can't help asking him.
This time, after a few seconds of hesitation, Liao Fan suddenly nods in despair.
It seems that this time I am doomed.
Gu Chen expressed sympathy, but could not agree.
Today, Liao Fan's argument will be put on the Internet if he wants to.
But once this extreme practice of killing is carried out, there will be no turning back.
Liao Fan may still hold a fluke mentality, after all, for this action, he carefully laid out a lot of details.
However, the office is a bit greasy, and I, as the only person who has met with curator Bao today, finally fell in love with Gu Chen.
Gu Chen handed the transcript to him and asked him to sign his name.
As for the rest of the matter, it's up to the law.
……
……
Liao Fan's incident in the past week, affected by this, he Xiaofan's writing team signed the project, which also delayed a week.
But fortunately, there was no danger, and the producer had intended to cooperate with he Xiaofan.
But the company's literary planning appears this kind of situation, the producer company is also busy, all kinds of public relations refute rumors also spent a lot of energy.
After all, netizens only have a few days' memory. After all, Internet users were attracted by a large number of entertainment news and soon forgot about it.
Gu Chen also heard from his father, Gu Baichuan, that after a week, he Xiaofan's team went to magic city and signed this cooperation project book related to the livelihood of the second half of the year. As a result, the entire scriptwriter team was revived.
Getting these news, Gu Chen is naturally happy.
At 9:00 a.m., a first-class Sergeant knocked on the door of the third group of criminal investigation office.
At this moment, all the people put down the work in hand and focused their eyes on the first grade sergeant.
"Xiao Zhong, you can go to the Sanbao hall without anything." Officer Ding looked up and joked.
Xiao Zhong smiles: "I just came to pass a document or something."
"What's the matter?" He Junchao a little impatient, with honey pomelo tea in his hand.
Police officer Xiao Zhong picked up the notice, and then he said with a smile: "the thing is like this: last night, on the road around the city, a foreign tourist bus had a car accident and directly fell off the road. The accident caused a large number of serious injuries. At present, they were sent to major hospitals for emergency treatment in batches."
"You can get to the point." Officer Wang is an old comrade. Whenever someone takes a notice and tells us some bad news that doesn't fit in with each other, officer Wang knows that it's certainly not a good thing.
This time, the police officer and I said that the blood bank was nervous because of the blood bank emergency
"Because at present, due to the continuous increase of patients who need blood transfusion treatment in clinic, the blood inventory of type 0 and type AB is kept at the minimum stock, which can basically meet the needs of clinical emergency blood."
"But last night there was a sudden situation, a number of type 0 patients emergency transfusion of a large number of blood, resulting in the current type 0 blood stock shortage."
"So for the time being, the blood bank can't organize the rapid voluntary blood donation interaction, so the blood bank thought of our Furong Branch Office, and wanted us to focus on voluntary blood donation."
When it comes to blood drawing, seeing the tense atmosphere in the office, police officer Xiao Zhong was also embarrassed and said: "so, Zhao Bureau means, if you are type 0 or AB, please stretch out your arms and donate hot blood to save lives!"
"my God, take blood again? We don't know how many times we have to donate blood this year? " As a universal blood group O blood, he Junchao suddenly felt a little speechless.
Indeed, all the police officers of Furong Branch Bureau have organized voluntary blood donation activities for many times.Sometimes, the blood drawing bus from the blood station will drive into the Furong Branch yard to provide "door-to-door service".
Although each time after the blood can drink a box of pure milk, can also get a doll, but some of the police who are afraid of blood, or some scruples.
He Junchao is one of them.
Lu Weiwei crumpled the note into a paper ball and directly smashed it at he Junchao: "I said he Junchao, who is not blood type o? I can donate blood, but you can't? Or is it not a man? "
"It's not about donating blood or not. It's mainly about frequent blood donation. Where do blood banks buy it as a replenishment base? Whenever the blood bank is in an emergency and needs a lot of blood, I feel that these people will have to go up and collect wool."
"Mm-hmm, it is true, but there is no way. After all, there is an emergency." Officer Ding looked indifferent, but also looked at Gu Chen and said, "Gu Chen, how about organizing those new comrades to donate blood this time? Those who have given blood once this year, let's see the situation and let everyone volunteer. "
Gu Chen nodded slightly: "OK, if you are type 0 or AB, please extend your arms and donate warm blood to save lives!"
here, Gu Chen directly stood up: "I am type O blood, who else?"
"Me." Lu Weiwei quickly raised her hand and stood beside Gu Chen.
"And me." Yuan Shasha also raised her hand.
"Don't just donate blood. It's no big deal. Count me. I'm AB type."
"I'll go too. I'm type o."
"Then you all go, and I will go too."
……
Soon, under the leadership of Gu Chen, many new and old comrades raised their hands and expressed their willingness to participate in voluntary blood donation in order to alleviate the urgent problem of blood banks.
See everyone in the registration, they have said the fact is O blood.
At this time, he Junchao did not go, a little shameless, so he Junchao also reluctantly walked out of his seat, ready to go with Gu Chen to blood.
But when he came to officer Ding, he found that he was still sitting in his seat, so he Junchao kicked officer Ding's stool: "ah, I said old Ding, why don't you go?"
"I'm type a blood." Police officer Ding said as if nothing happened: "this time I want o and AB, so I don't have to go."
He Junchao:
The feeling is to eat dumb Ba Kui, the heart says you old Ding don't need to go, then you just so actively do what? You still encourage?
……
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Liao Fan is a filial grandson, Gu Chen does not deny.
But who did the curator Bao invite? Just because I attended a museum exchange meeting in Mordor, I would be doomed?
What's more, masks and other precious items are obtained by the museum through regular channels, and there is no moral kidnapping.
But what happened in Wanshan Museum makes people feel sorry.
"So, you went to associate curator Bao, and the topics you talked about were all about heirloom? You didn't know the assistant curator before? "
Facing Gu Chen's questions, Liao Fan nods frequently.
"That's right. I don't know any curator Bao. I just know that these family heirlooms of my family finally settled in Wanshan Museum, and they will never be personal belongings from now on."
"So at that time, through some special means, I finally mixed into the museum exchange meeting, and through various inquiries, finally found curator Bao in the venue."
"You ask him for something directly?" Yuan Shasha asked.
Liao Fan shook his head: "of course not, because these things are introduced by the museum through legal channels. I just want to buy them back with money."
"But when I saw the explanation about my old mask in the meeting hall, I realized that my uncle sold a valuable mask at the price of cabbage. I hate it."
Said here, Liao Fan angrily hit the interrogation chair.
He looked up at Gu Chen with grief and indignation. He also complained: "I realized at that time that the possibility that I would redeem the mask was almost zero, but this was originally my family treasure. As a descendant, I had no reason to let it go out."
"I don't want anything else, but I must take it back."
"What happened then?" Gu Chen looks up at Liao Fan.
Liao Fan took a deep breath and said with a bitter smile: "later? Do I have any more? "
"In order to win the last glimmer of hope, I have been following curator Bao to the door of his room after the exchange meeting."
"I took this opportunity to enter his hotel room and explain my intention to him. I was communicating with him with the last hope."
"But as soon as curator Bao heard that I was here to return the heirloom, he immediately refused all my requests."
"Even if I was willing to pay for the mask, he refused decisively."
"That's for sure." Feeling Liao Fan's indignant appearance, officer Wang was also objective and fair: "your uncle is also the owner of heirloom, objectively has the right to represent your family and sell goods to others."
"Since the Wanshan Museum has obtained it through legal means, the museum has the right to dispose of the imported items, and it can refuse your redemption request."
Liao Fan heard the words and said with a cold smile: "if curator Bao is a kind-hearted person who is willing to properly protect my family's heirloom, if I can't redeem it, maybe I will often go to the museum to see my family's items."
"But after exchange, I found that Wanshan museum is just a pheasant Museum selling cultural relics."
"After the exhibition, all items will be introduced to some private collectors through some channels, and sold to them to earn a certain price difference."
Here, Liao Fan was also grieved and said, "I marked my willingness to recycle it at twice the price I sold at that time. But when the curator Bao saw this, he suddenly raised the price."
"He told me that my family heirloom, left in our hands, is useless, it is simply a waste, it is better to put it in the museum, let it show its real value."
"But I can clearly see from the tone of curator Bao that he intends to sell, but he asked for a 15 times price."
After a pause, Liao Fan shook his head and said, "since then, I have known that the so-called gentleman who is full of praise for cultural values on the podium is just in vain."
"Secretly, through some cultural relic brokers, he continuously purchased high-value private collections from private hands, and then took them to the museum to wash them, so as to increase the actual value of the items."
"After the exhibition in the museum, we will find buyers of leeks and sell these high-value items to private collectors at a higher price, so as to earn a huge price difference."
"At that time, curator Bao took a fancy to the value of my family heirloom. He felt profitable and wanted to add value to the museum."
"If I want to buy and redeem at that time, he can also sell it. The price is 15 times of the original purchase price."
Said here, Liao Fan almost collapsed: "15 times the price, this is my life."
"Is that still the case?" Lu Weiwei felt that she couldn't listen to it any more. She felt that the pheasant museum was totally buying and selling.
In the name of a museum, in fact, what he does is to make a difference.
Lu Weiwei finally knows why many private museums have suddenly appeared in recent years.
On the surface, it is said that the curator is rich and generous, engaging in private collection hobbies, and open to the general public.But actually?
It's a profit-making business. It's a business to make a profit.
Many precious items have little value in the hands of ordinary people, but they have been purchased to Wanshan Museum. After some professional repair and exhibition by technicians, especially some important exhibitions, the value of these items has doubled immediately.
Market determines value, and exhibits are a business.
"So, you didn't buy it?" Gu Chen asked him.
Liao Fan nodded and felt his heart was cold at the moment: "curator Bao refused to give in. I couldn't help it. I even knelt down for him."
Speaking of this, Liao Fan is also sad and indignant. He slapped himself two times: "I I've never been kneeling before
"Even if my father hung me up on a tree and pulled me with a belt, I would not say anything and admit that I was wrong."
"But that day, I knelt down to the head of the museum. That mask was my grandfather's only thought. I explained my grandfather's situation in the hospital to him clearly, but I almost kowtowed to him, but he just refused."
"He told me that he would keep my heirloom well in Wanshan Museum. If I miss it, I would often visit Wanshan Museum."
"Isn't that good?" Officer Wang is also unclear, so I feel that this should be the best compromise.
After all, even if it's not in your home, it's in the museum, at least visible and touching.
However, Liao Fan shook his head: "if it was so simple, although director Bao's words moved me and promised to take good care of them, I was cheated out of the room."
"But not long after I left the room, I met a mysterious man who mysteriously walked into director Bao's room."
"I was curious at that time, so I followed up again, pasted it on the door of director Bao's room, and listened to their conversation in the room quietly."
After a pause, Liao Fan helped his forehead with a giggle: "I'm really naive. I believed the ghost words of curator Bao. At this time, I found out that they were talking about the trade of masks. The mysterious man said that a South Asian gold master took a fancy to the mask and was willing to pay a high price to buy it for collection, and wanted curator Bao to sell it."
"But curator Bao was unwilling to agree at the beginning. He told him that even if he wanted to make a move, he needed to put it on display in Wanshan Museum and gilt it, so that it could be displayed and sold again."
"But when curator Bao heard that the mysterious man told him that the South Asian gold owner was willing to pay for the purchase amount, he was completely shocked. It was a huge sum of money."
Looking at Lu Weiwei's cute face, it seems that she doesn't know how much the so-called huge sum of money is, so she quickly explains:
"well, as long as you sell this mask, you don't have to worry about buying a car or a house, or even the food and drink for the rest of her life."
"So valuable?" After hearing Liao Fan's speech, Lu Weiwei finally has a concrete understanding of the concept of "huge capital".
It means that you can eat as many delicious foods as you can, all over the world, for decades.
Think about this temptation, it's really hard to resist.
"So? Curator Bao decided to sell the mask, didn't he? " Asked Gu Chen.
Liao Fan nodded fiercely: "curator Bao just promised me that he would not sell this mask, but keep it in the Wanshan Museum."
"But later, he was ready to sell the mask to South Asians. He was a real jerk, a mercenary villain."
No matter how much scolding, Liao Fan's heart that hate, it seems that there is no way to vent.
After trying to calm down, he added: "I heard their conversation at that time. Curator Bao was going to take the articles back to Jiangnan City. Then he would show them symbolically for a week. Finally, he would sell them to the South Asian businessman through some procedures."
"So I have to stop him. I swear I won't let him succeed, nor will I let this ancestral treasure fall into the hands of foreigners."
Gu Chen nodded slightly, but also could not help saying: "so, in order to get back that object, you began to carefully plan this operation?"
"Yes." Now, Liao Fan no longer conceals anything. Instead, he says frankly: "I secretly took a taxi and arrived in Jiangnan City all night. Through some means, curator Bao likes to study astronomy, especially to astronomical telescopes."
"So I bought a set of astronomical telescopes and got the phone number of curator Bao by some means. I called him with an unfamiliar number and told him that in order to show that Wanshan museum is responsible for collecting my mask, I specially thank him and send him a set of telescope, hoping that he can treat my mask well."
"So, this guy believed it and was still proud. When he was in Mordor, he called the security guard of Wanshan Museum. Today, a set of friends sent him a telescope. Remember to sign for it."
Looking up at Gu Chen who made the record, Liao Fan could not help but said: "but what happened next, you officer Gu already knows everything."
"Yes, I used the astronomical telescope to collect sunlight and focus the light source in a fixed position during assembly and debugging.""And this position, which is 45 degrees from the outside left corner of the ashtray, should be able to light the cigar and make proof that I am not at the scene."
Looking at Lu Weiwei, Yuan Shasha and police officer Wang, Liao Fan said again:
"in order to meet these conditions, I made a mark in the office yesterday. Even if he asked the curator or or someone else to move the astronomical telescope, I could still restore to the position of yesterday according to the scale mark at the first time, so as to ensure that everything can be in accordance with my requirements around 5 p.m That happened. "
"As for curator Bao, it's true that I took this opportunity to come to Jiangnan City to talk about the project, and I made a chance encounter at the door of the High-speed Railway Hotel, because I have checked all the itineraries of director Bao and know where he will appear at what time. I can't make any mistakes."
"I even handed over the most important cooperation projects to others. However, I directly drank tea with curator Bao and finally entered his room."
"I took the opportunity to have a last look at my family's ancestral items. Unexpectedly, curator Bao agreed. This is a good opportunity from heaven. I think I can't miss the opportunity any more. This is a valuable ancient mask."
"So at that moment, you decisively took out the hammer, killed curator Bao and took away the mask?" Gu Chen looks at the crazy Liao Fan, but he can't help asking him.
This time, after a few seconds of hesitation, Liao Fan suddenly nods in despair.
It seems that this time I am doomed.
Gu Chen expressed sympathy, but could not agree.
Today, Liao Fan's argument will be put on the Internet if he wants to.
But once this extreme practice of killing is carried out, there will be no turning back.
Liao Fan may still hold a fluke mentality, after all, for this action, he carefully laid out a lot of details.
However, the office is a bit greasy, and I, as the only person who has met with curator Bao today, finally fell in love with Gu Chen.
Gu Chen handed the transcript to him and asked him to sign his name.
As for the rest of the matter, it's up to the law.
……
……
Liao Fan's incident in the past week, affected by this, he Xiaofan's writing team signed the project, which also delayed a week.
But fortunately, there was no danger, and the producer had intended to cooperate with he Xiaofan.
But the company's literary planning appears this kind of situation, the producer company is also busy, all kinds of public relations refute rumors also spent a lot of energy.
After all, netizens only have a few days' memory. After all, Internet users were attracted by a large number of entertainment news and soon forgot about it.
Gu Chen also heard from his father, Gu Baichuan, that after a week, he Xiaofan's team went to magic city and signed this cooperation project book related to the livelihood of the second half of the year. As a result, the entire scriptwriter team was revived.
Getting these news, Gu Chen is naturally happy.
At 9:00 a.m., a first-class Sergeant knocked on the door of the third group of criminal investigation office.
At this moment, all the people put down the work in hand and focused their eyes on the first grade sergeant.
"Xiao Zhong, you can go to the Sanbao hall without anything." Officer Ding looked up and joked.
Xiao Zhong smiles: "I just came to pass a document or something."
"What's the matter?" He Junchao a little impatient, with honey pomelo tea in his hand.
Police officer Xiao Zhong picked up the notice, and then he said with a smile: "the thing is like this: last night, on the road around the city, a foreign tourist bus had a car accident and directly fell off the road. The accident caused a large number of serious injuries. At present, they were sent to major hospitals for emergency treatment in batches."
"You can get to the point." Officer Wang is an old comrade. Whenever someone takes a notice and tells us some bad news that doesn't fit in with each other, officer Wang knows that it's certainly not a good thing.
This time, the police officer and I said that the blood bank was nervous because of the blood bank emergency
"Because at present, due to the continuous increase of patients who need blood transfusion treatment in clinic, the blood inventory of type 0 and type AB is kept at the minimum stock, which can basically meet the needs of clinical emergency blood."
"But last night there was a sudden situation, a number of type 0 patients emergency transfusion of a large number of blood, resulting in the current type 0 blood stock shortage."
"So for the time being, the blood bank can't organize the rapid voluntary blood donation interaction, so the blood bank thought of our Furong Branch Office, and wanted us to focus on voluntary blood donation."
When it comes to blood drawing, seeing the tense atmosphere in the office, police officer Xiao Zhong was also embarrassed and said: "so, Zhao Bureau means, if you are type 0 or AB, please stretch out your arms and donate hot blood to save lives!"
"my God, take blood again? We don't know how many times we have to donate blood this year? " As a universal blood group O blood, he Junchao suddenly felt a little speechless.
Indeed, all the police officers of Furong Branch Bureau have organized voluntary blood donation activities for many times.Sometimes, the blood drawing bus from the blood station will drive into the Furong Branch yard to provide "door-to-door service".
Although each time after the blood can drink a box of pure milk, can also get a doll, but some of the police who are afraid of blood, or some scruples.
He Junchao is one of them.
Lu Weiwei crumpled the note into a paper ball and directly smashed it at he Junchao: "I said he Junchao, who is not blood type o? I can donate blood, but you can't? Or is it not a man? "
"It's not about donating blood or not. It's mainly about frequent blood donation. Where do blood banks buy it as a replenishment base? Whenever the blood bank is in an emergency and needs a lot of blood, I feel that these people will have to go up and collect wool."
"Mm-hmm, it is true, but there is no way. After all, there is an emergency." Officer Ding looked indifferent, but also looked at Gu Chen and said, "Gu Chen, how about organizing those new comrades to donate blood this time? Those who have given blood once this year, let's see the situation and let everyone volunteer. "
Gu Chen nodded slightly: "OK, if you are type 0 or AB, please extend your arms and donate warm blood to save lives!"
here, Gu Chen directly stood up: "I am type O blood, who else?"
"Me." Lu Weiwei quickly raised her hand and stood beside Gu Chen.
"And me." Yuan Shasha also raised her hand.
"Don't just donate blood. It's no big deal. Count me. I'm AB type."
"I'll go too. I'm type o."
"Then you all go, and I will go too."
……
Soon, under the leadership of Gu Chen, many new and old comrades raised their hands and expressed their willingness to participate in voluntary blood donation in order to alleviate the urgent problem of blood banks.
See everyone in the registration, they have said the fact is O blood.
At this time, he Junchao did not go, a little shameless, so he Junchao also reluctantly walked out of his seat, ready to go with Gu Chen to blood.
But when he came to officer Ding, he found that he was still sitting in his seat, so he Junchao kicked officer Ding's stool: "ah, I said old Ding, why don't you go?"
"I'm type a blood." Police officer Ding said as if nothing happened: "this time I want o and AB, so I don't have to go."
He Junchao:
The feeling is to eat dumb Ba Kui, the heart says you old Ding don't need to go, then you just so actively do what? You still encourage?
……
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Liao Fan is a filial grandson, Gu Chen does not deny. But who did the curator Bao invite? Just because I attended a museum exchange meeting in Mordor, I would be doomed? What's more, masks and other precious items are obtained by the museum through regular channels, and there is no moral kidnapping. But what happened in Wanshan Museum makes people feel sorry. "So, you went to associate curator Bao, and the topics you talked about were all about heirloom? You didn't know the assistant curator before? " Facing Gu Chen's questions, Liao Fan nods frequently. "That's right. I don't know any curator Bao. I just know that these family heirlooms of my family finally settled in Wanshan Museum, and they will never be personal belongings from now on." "So at that time, through some special means, I finally mixed into the museum exchange meeting, and through various inquiries, finally found curator Bao in the venue." "You ask him for something directly?" Yuan Shasha asked. Liao Fan shook his head: "of course not, because these things are introduced by the museum through legal channels. I just want to buy them back with money." "But when I saw the explanation about my old mask in the meeting hall, I realized that my uncle sold a valuable mask at the price of cabbage. I hate it." Said here, Liao Fan angrily hit the interrogation chair. He looked up at Gu Chen with grief and indignation. He also complained: "I realized at that time that the possibility that I would redeem the mask was almost zero, but this was originally my family treasure. As a descendant, I had no reason to let it go out." "I don't want anything else, but I must take it back." "What happened then?" Gu Chen looks up at Liao Fan. Liao Fan took a deep breath and said with a bitter smile: "later? Do I have any more? " "In order to win the last glimmer of hope, I have been following curator Bao to the door of his room after the exchange meeting." "I took this opportunity to enter his hotel room and explain my intention to him. I was communicating with him with the last hope." "But as soon as curator Bao heard that I was here to return the heirloom, he immediately refused all my requests." "Even if I was willing to pay for the mask, he refused decisively." "That's for sure." Feeling Liao Fan's indignant appearance, officer Wang was also objective and fair: "your uncle is also the owner of heirloom, objectively has the right to represent your family and sell goods to others." "Since the Wanshan Museum has obtained it through legal means, the museum has the right to dispose of the imported items, and it can refuse your redemption request." Liao Fan heard the words and said with a cold smile: "if curator Bao is a kind-hearted person who is willing to properly protect my family's heirloom, if I can't redeem it, maybe I will often go to the museum to see my family's items." "But after exchange, I found that Wanshan museum is just a pheasant Museum selling cultural relics." "After the exhibition, all items will be introduced to some private collectors through some channels, and sold to them to earn a certain price difference." Here, Liao Fan was also grieved and said, "I marked my willingness to recycle it at twice the price I sold at that time. But when the curator Bao saw this, he suddenly raised the price." "He told me that my family heirloom, left in our hands, is useless, it is simply a waste, it is better to put it in the museum, let it show its real value." "But I can clearly see from the tone of curator Bao that he intends to sell, but he asked for a 15 times price." After a pause, Liao Fan shook his head and said, "since then, I have known that the so-called gentleman who is full of praise for cultural values on the podium is just in vain." "Secretly, through some cultural relic brokers, he continuously purchased high-value private collections from private hands, and then took them to the museum to wash them, so as to increase the actual value of the items." "After the exhibition in the museum, we will find buyers of leeks and sell these high-value items to private collectors at a higher price, so as to earn a huge price difference." "At that time, curator Bao took a fancy to the value of my family heirloom. He felt profitable and wanted to add value to the museum." "If I want to buy and redeem at that time, he can also sell it. The price is 15 times of the original purchase price." Said here, Liao Fan almost collapsed: "15 times the price, this is my life." "Is that still the case?" Lu Weiwei felt that she couldn't listen to it any more. She felt that the pheasant museum was totally buying and selling. In the name of a museum, in fact, what he does is to make a difference. Lu Weiwei finally knows why many private museums have suddenly appeared in recent years. On the surface, it is said that the curator is rich and generous, engaging in private collection hobbies, and open to the general public.But actually? It's a profit-making business. It's a business to make a profit. Many precious items have little value in the hands of ordinary people, but they have been purchased to Wanshan Museum. After some professional repair and exhibition by technicians, especially some important exhibitions, the value of these items has doubled immediately. Market determines value, and exhibits are a business. "So, you didn't buy it?" Gu Chen asked him. Liao Fan nodded and felt his heart was cold at the moment: "curator Bao refused to give in. I couldn't help it. I even knelt down for him." Speaking of this, Liao Fan is also sad and indignant. He slapped himself two times: "I I've never been kneeling before "Even if my father hung me up on a tree and pulled me with a belt, I would not say anything and admit that I was wrong." "But that day, I knelt down to the head of the museum. That mask was my grandfather's only thought. I explained my grandfather's situation in the hospital to him clearly, but I almost kowtowed to him, but he just refused." "He told me that he would keep my heirloom well in Wanshan Museum. If I miss it, I would often visit Wanshan Museum." "Isn't that good?" Officer Wang is also unclear, so I feel that this should be the best compromise. After all, even if it's not in your home, it's in the museum, at least visible and touching. However, Liao Fan shook his head: "if it was so simple, although director Bao's words moved me and promised to take good care of them, I was cheated out of the room." "But not long after I left the room, I met a mysterious man who mysteriously walked into director Bao's room." "I was curious at that time, so I followed up again, pasted it on the door of director Bao's room, and listened to their conversation in the room quietly." After a pause, Liao Fan helped his forehead with a giggle: "I'm really naive. I believed the ghost words of curator Bao. At this time, I found out that they were talking about the trade of masks. The mysterious man said that a South Asian gold master took a fancy to the mask and was willing to pay a high price to buy it for collection, and wanted curator Bao to sell it." "But curator Bao was unwilling to agree at the beginning. He told him that even if he wanted to make a move, he needed to put it on display in Wanshan Museum and gilt it, so that it could be displayed and sold again." "But when curator Bao heard that the mysterious man told him that the South Asian gold owner was willing to pay for the purchase amount, he was completely shocked. It was a huge sum of money." Looking at Lu Weiwei's cute face, it seems that she doesn't know how much the so-called huge sum of money is, so she quickly explains: "well, as long as you sell this mask, you don't have to worry about buying a car or a house, or even the food and drink for the rest of her life." "So valuable?" After hearing Liao Fan's speech, Lu Weiwei finally has a concrete understanding of the concept of "huge capital". It means that you can eat as many delicious foods as you can, all over the world, for decades. Think about this temptation, it's really hard to resist. "So? Curator Bao decided to sell the mask, didn't he? " Asked Gu Chen. Liao Fan nodded fiercely: "curator Bao just promised me that he would not sell this mask, but keep it in the Wanshan Museum." "But later, he was ready to sell the mask to South Asians. He was a real jerk, a mercenary villain." No matter how much scolding, Liao Fan's heart that hate, it seems that there is no way to vent. After trying to calm down, he added: "I heard their conversation at that time. Curator Bao was going to take the articles back to Jiangnan City. Then he would show them symbolically for a week. Finally, he would sell them to the South Asian businessman through some procedures." "So I have to stop him. I swear I won't let him succeed, nor will I let this ancestral treasure fall into the hands of foreigners." Gu Chen nodded slightly, but also could not help saying: "so, in order to get back that object, you began to carefully plan this operation?" "Yes." Now, Liao Fan no longer conceals anything. Instead, he says frankly: "I secretly took a taxi and arrived in Jiangnan City all night. Through some means, curator Bao likes to study astronomy, especially to astronomical telescopes." "So I bought a set of astronomical telescopes and got the phone number of curator Bao by some means. I called him with an unfamiliar number and told him that in order to show that Wanshan museum is responsible for collecting my mask, I specially thank him and send him a set of telescope, hoping that he can treat my mask well." "So, this guy believed it and was still proud. When he was in Mordor, he called the security guard of Wanshan Museum. Today, a set of friends sent him a telescope. Remember to sign for it." Looking up at Gu Chen who made the record, Liao Fan could not help but said: "but what happened next, you officer Gu already knows everything." "Yes, I used the astronomical telescope to collect sunlight and focus the light source in a fixed position during assembly and debugging.""And this position, which is 45 degrees from the outside left corner of the ashtray, should be able to light the cigar and make proof that I am not at the scene." Looking at Lu Weiwei, Yuan Shasha and police officer Wang, Liao Fan said again: "in order to meet these conditions, I made a mark in the office yesterday. Even if he asked the curator or or someone else to move the astronomical telescope, I could still restore to the position of yesterday according to the scale mark at the first time, so as to ensure that everything can be in accordance with my requirements around 5 p.m That happened. " "As for curator Bao, it's true that I took this opportunity to come to Jiangnan City to talk about the project, and I made a chance encounter at the door of the High-speed Railway Hotel, because I have checked all the itineraries of director Bao and know where he will appear at what time. I can't make any mistakes." "I even handed over the most important cooperation projects to others. However, I directly drank tea with curator Bao and finally entered his room." "I took the opportunity to have a last look at my family's ancestral items. Unexpectedly, curator Bao agreed. This is a good opportunity from heaven. I think I can't miss the opportunity any more. This is a valuable ancient mask." "So at that moment, you decisively took out the hammer, killed curator Bao and took away the mask?" Gu Chen looks at the crazy Liao Fan, but he can't help asking him. This time, after a few seconds of hesitation, Liao Fan suddenly nods in despair. It seems that this time I am doomed. Gu Chen expressed sympathy, but could not agree. Today, Liao Fan's argument will be put on the Internet if he wants to. But once this extreme practice of killing is carried out, there will be no turning back. Liao Fan may still hold a fluke mentality, after all, for this action, he carefully laid out a lot of details. However, the office is a bit greasy, and I, as the only person who has met with curator Bao today, finally fell in love with Gu Chen. Gu Chen handed the transcript to him and asked him to sign his name. As for the rest of the matter, it's up to the law. Liao Fan's incident in the past week, affected by this, he Xiaofan's writing team signed the project, which also delayed a week. But fortunately, there was no danger, and the producer had intended to cooperate with he Xiaofan. But the company's literary planning appears this kind of situation, the producer company is also busy, all kinds of public relations refute rumors also spent a lot of energy. After all, netizens only have a few days' memory. After all, Internet users were attracted by a large number of entertainment news and soon forgot about it. Gu Chen also heard from his father, Gu Baichuan, that after a week, he Xiaofan's team went to magic city and signed this cooperation project book related to the livelihood of the second half of the year. As a result, the entire scriptwriter team was revived. Getting these news, Gu Chen is naturally happy. At 9:00 a.m., a first-class Sergeant knocked on the door of the third group of criminal investigation office. At this moment, all the people put down the work in hand and focused their eyes on the first grade sergeant. "Xiao Zhong, you can go to the Sanbao hall without anything." Officer Ding looked up and joked. Xiao Zhong smiles: "I just came to pass a document or something." "What's the matter?" He Junchao a little impatient, with honey pomelo tea in his hand. Police officer Xiao Zhong picked up the notice, and then he said with a smile: "the thing is like this: last night, on the road around the city, a foreign tourist bus had a car accident and directly fell off the road. The accident caused a large number of serious injuries. At present, they were sent to major hospitals for emergency treatment in batches." "You can get to the point." Officer Wang is an old comrade. Whenever someone takes a notice and tells us some bad news that doesn't fit in with each other, officer Wang knows that it's certainly not a good thing. This time, the police officer and I said that the blood bank was nervous because of the blood bank emergency "Because at present, due to the continuous increase of patients who need blood transfusion treatment in clinic, the blood inventory of type 0 and type AB is kept at the minimum stock, which can basically meet the needs of clinical emergency blood." "But last night there was a sudden situation, a number of type 0 patients emergency transfusion of a large number of blood, resulting in the current type 0 blood stock shortage." "So for the time being, the blood bank can't organize the rapid voluntary blood donation interaction, so the blood bank thought of our Furong Branch Office, and wanted us to focus on voluntary blood donation." When it comes to blood drawing, seeing the tense atmosphere in the office, police officer Xiao Zhong was also embarrassed and said: "so, Zhao Bureau means, if you are type 0 or AB, please stretch out your arms and donate hot blood to save lives!" "my God, take blood again? We don't know how many times we have to donate blood this year? " As a universal blood group O blood, he Junchao suddenly felt a little speechless. Indeed, all the police officers of Furong Branch Bureau have organized voluntary blood donation activities for many times.Sometimes, the blood drawing bus from the blood station will drive into the Furong Branch yard to provide "door-to-door service". Although each time after the blood can drink a box of pure milk, can also get a doll, but some of the police who are afraid of blood, or some scruples. He Junchao is one of them. Lu Weiwei crumpled the note into a paper ball and directly smashed it at he Junchao: "I said he Junchao, who is not blood type o? I can donate blood, but you can't? Or is it not a man? " "It's not about donating blood or not. It's mainly about frequent blood donation. Where do blood banks buy it as a replenishment base? Whenever the blood bank is in an emergency and needs a lot of blood, I feel that these people will have to go up and collect wool." "Mm-hmm, it is true, but there is no way. After all, there is an emergency." Officer Ding looked indifferent, but also looked at Gu Chen and said, "Gu Chen, how about organizing those new comrades to donate blood this time? Those who have given blood once this year, let's see the situation and let everyone volunteer. " Gu Chen nodded slightly: "OK, if you are type 0 or AB, please extend your arms and donate warm blood to save lives!" here, Gu Chen directly stood up: "I am type O blood, who else?" "Me." Lu Weiwei quickly raised her hand and stood beside Gu Chen. "And me." Yuan Shasha also raised her hand. "Don't just donate blood. It's no big deal. Count me. I'm AB type." "I'll go too. I'm type o." "Then you all go, and I will go too." Soon, under the leadership of Gu Chen, many new and old comrades raised their hands and expressed their willingness to participate in voluntary blood donation in order to alleviate the urgent problem of blood banks. See everyone in the registration, they have said the fact is O blood. At this time, he Junchao did not go, a little shameless, so he Junchao also reluctantly walked out of his seat, ready to go with Gu Chen to blood. But when he came to officer Ding, he found that he was still sitting in his seat, so he Junchao kicked officer Ding's stool: "ah, I said old Ding, why don't you go?" "I'm type a blood." Police officer Ding said as if nothing happened: "this time I want o and AB, so I don't have to go." He Junchao: The feeling is to eat dumb Ba Kui, the heart says you old Ding don't need to go, then you just so actively do what? 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