After Becoming a Little Sister

Upon hearing this, little Taoist nun Li Guang pulled out her sleeves again and took out a small wooden box.

The wooden box and the invitation letter were delivered to President Xiao Huang, who lowered his head and intervened in his throat as if a flame was burning.

He took the wooden box tremblingly, twisting the muscles of his cheeks, showing an expression of not knowing whether to grin or cry, and looked flatteringly at the representative of the chaebol closest to him.

The eldest daughter of the HJ chaebol, the bossy woman who treats employees as slaves.

She looked away in a panic and timidly, not daring to look more, for fear that she would be entangled by the other party, and would be pulled out as a bird at this time, if she could, she wished she was a rock now, no one could see, no one cared .

"Open it and have a look." The girl's voice came from a distance, high and high, as if it came from a palace: "Not only yours, but also other people's. Open it and have a look."

Small wooden boxes were sent over one after another, and none of the four big chaebols were left behind.

The small wooden box is very small, as big as half a palm, and it is impossible to imagine what is in such a small box that is worth giving out as a gift—if it is jewelry, the packaging is too cheap, but if it is anything else , I'm afraid it won't fit in again.

Under Li Jianxi's unpredictable gaze, President Xiao Huang opened the small wooden box tremblingly.

There is the simplest mechanism for the half-opened small wooden box. When it is opened, the contents inside rise slightly.

It was a piece of carved metal gold, square and square, because of the long history, it was not as bright as those jewelry, with mottled traces.

Li Jianxi looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar gold nugget, and suddenly his eyes widened——

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Nanbang·Busan Bureau

The official police station, which was supposed to be brightly lit, now looks as lonely as a deserted building.

There are only a few basic members left behind who are still touching the fish. The grandfather security guard at the door is watching the TV series played on the old player with the moths under the light of the incandescent light of the security booth. From time to time, he grinned his shriveled mouth and let out a silent laugh.

The salted fish partner uncle who came back here with two small ones encountered cold violence that was neither soft nor hard-no one cared about it.

Even if you say things like 'these children were kidnapped' or 'the parents of the children must be in a hurry', those colleagues just laugh and say that they have no right to check the latest files, especially those involving foreigners, and they have to wait until tomorrow You can only watch it after Captain Park comes back.

what is this?

Uncle Xianyu's partner held back his anger, unbuttoned his tie in the temporary office, and paced back and forth.

In the cubicle are two little ones watching TV together. After changing clothes and being washed by the clerk, the two little ones at least look like normal children now. They are not so much kidnapped as they are It is simply lost, which may be the reason why those colleagues are unwilling to deal with it.

Helping a lost child find their parents is as boring as helping a little tadpole find its mother. There is neither merit nor benefit.

If the sincere gratitude from their parents can be converted into money, maybe they can still have a little motivation, but when they think that other colleagues are eating and drinking at the Busan Manor, seeing those great people in their daily life, they are unfortunately reduced to housekeeping. He looked extremely jealous and resentful.

"He's from Gyeonggi-do. People from the Headquarters usually meet a lot. It's not like a small place like us."

Someone was talking outside the office door, sneering and sarcastic—if Busan is also a small place, then Nanbang probably doesn’t have a big place.

However, this narrow regional hostility still shows the contradictions between different regions.

As the largest commercial city in Nanbang, Busan, which puts more emphasis on money, is like a vortex, swallowing all the hearts of people who yearn for success. If this heart is taken out and cut apart, then under the golden appearance, probably only The smell of copper and iron filings after being assimilated.

Cold and hard, profit first.

This is not a big deal. Rather, if Lawyer Wen hadn't been in the position, everyone would have lived in peace and harmony like this, repeating the familiar process in the past. After Captain Park, there might be other captains Cui, Li, etc. Captain, but there is no doubt that they can maintain a good relationship with the chaebols, and even the banquet will open a special hall for them, serving delicious food and wine.

Just like now, what makes me unhappy is not 'those chaebols make a big fuss and use so much official power', but the ridiculous reason that 'those chaebols don't have a share of the favors that those chaebols poured down'.

The uncle, the salted fish partner, listened silently by the door, looked at the empty paper cup in his hand, and finally put it on the table without going out to fetch water.

Checking his watch, he grabbed his coat, opened the compartment door and asked the two cubs inside, "Are you hungry?"

The two little ones who were concentrating on watching cartoons turned their heads, and Nuan Nuan asked in surprise, "Did you find my parents?"

Uncle Xianyu's partner sighed: "Little guy, you should say something that I can understand..."

The mute girl grabbed the tablet: "Excuse me, have you found our family?"

"...soon, mainly because it is already night, and many uncles are off work." The salted fish partner uncle squatted down halfway, at eye level with the dumb girl, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, when the uncles go to work tomorrow, It only takes a few hours to help you find your family - it's just that it may be a little harder tonight, so make do with it here...or maybe I'll find you a hotel?"

To be honest, these two little ones are really too small, so small that even if he takes them to a hotel, it will only be considered as taking a child out.

Wouldn't there really be a beast that would attack this little guy?

The people who kidnapped them should only be for money...

Thinking this way, he asked the two little ones again if they were hungry, and if they wanted to go out to eat something.

In fact, he just wanted to leave this stuffy environment and take a breath of cold wind.

Even the cold wind is more comfortable than this rotten and dead air.

The mute girl thought for a while, seemed to have remembered something, nodded, and wrote on the clipboard: "Can I go to the night market?"

"Night market..." Uncle Xianyu's partner thought for a while: "Although it's a bit messy, if you just go to eat something, it should be fine. I will take good care of you, so don't run away by yourself."

So after a while, the three of them appeared in front of the Busan Bureau in a car, and yelled at the old security guard who was watching TV several times before he could react, muttering and pressing the barrier.

When he was about to go out, the salted fish partner uncle looked back at the Busan Bureau behind him, and felt that it looked like a dying beast, crouching in a dark corner, as if waiting for his own death.

Must be an illusion...

Instead of thinking about these things, it is better to seriously think about what to eat later, and whether to bring a copy to your partner.

Thinking of his long-legged partner, he couldn't help but sighed helplessly—I really don't know what results she can achieve with the mobile team on this trip, even if some people are finally caught, there is probably no way to let her Those big men with big hands and eyes pleaded guilty, right?

It would be better to say that this kind of behavior can only irritate them, and then be slapped to death by them like slapping bugs.

He can only hope that his partner returns without success, even if it is a waste of time, it is better than catching some key clues.

As the night deepened, strange howls came from far away.

A bit like a wolf, a bit like a dog.

Uncle Xianyu's partner turned the steering wheel and glanced in the direction of the howling, but the end of the road was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Probably a dog?He didn't care, and drove away from here.

At the end of the distant road, there are dense red eyes slowly emerging from the darkness.

It was like a ghostly fire on the Styx River, with an ominous blood color, floating without roots.

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"You see, I come with good intentions."

The girl never got up from the beginning to the end, but her words became more gentle and earnest: "Those national treasures that were kept in your state institutions back then were lost so casually. I helped you find them back. Are you happy?"

Boxes, nuggets, stones.

No matter how you look at it, no matter how you think about it, these things seem to have nothing to do with national treasures.

Is it possible to carve some patterns on gold and engrave a few words on stones, can these things be turned into national treasures?

In fact it is possible - seal.

In the box that President Xiao Huang held in his hand, there was a gold seal with the inscription "Yingzong Jinbao".

There has never been anything in the Asia-Pacific cultural circle, or in the cultural radiation circle centered on the Republic, that has represented power more than the existence of seals.

Nanbang once had an earth-shattering scandal, how ridiculous is it?

They lost a total of [-] national treasure seals, including the three national seals given to them by Ming Dynasty, their own two administrative seals, and the five monarch seals inherited from the royal power. They were stolen. .

They have accumulated a total of 600 six seals spanning 310 years from the Ming Dynasty to modern times. They are said to be preserved in the National Palace Museum, but in fact some are cracked, some are rusted and some are lost.

Afterwards, someone checked the inventory list and found that the stolen time period was not packed once, but picked and picked for several years, just like buying vegetables in a vegetable market, what you like today, what you like tomorrow, one after another.

No one knows where these seals were stolen, and it just disappeared.

Li Jianxi knew - from his father.

Thirty national seals are all in his father's possession.

When his father was at his peak, he had collected a large number of cultural relics, including these seals.

Li Jianxi didn't know what his father wanted to do, because he passed away within two years after he collected those cultural relics. Li Jianxi succeeded the chairman of the Samsang chaebol, and later supported the opening of the Nanbang Exhibition Hall in the British Royal Museum. Most of the cultural relics have been donated to the past.

The cultural relics that were inherited by him and stored in the depths of the Samsang Manor in Gyeonggi-do are actually only a small part.

These seals are one of them, and the rest of their accumulated wealth is buried deep in the underground vaults, never seeing the light of day.

So he was shocked inexplicably, and even felt a deep chill——

Where did she get it?

Did she get it quietly from the underground vault of Sansang Manor? !

Just like those rich families in all martial arts novels that were patronized by the thief and the thief, Li Jianxi's first reaction was not how precious the lost things were, but that since the other party had the ability to take these things away, he would be able to take them away quietly own life.

Thinking about it with fear, chilling to the bone...

"This is the king's seal bestowed on you by the Ming Dynasty. It was originally kept in your palace complex, but it is a pity that you failed to keep it well, which makes me very disappointed."

The girl in the phoenix robe of the Ming Dynasty waved her sleeve robe like the emperor of Ming Dynasty who had given them the imperial seal of the vassal state: "Today I will give it to you again, hold it steady, and put it away."

The eldest son Sansang who was facing the little white fox from Liguang didn't speak, and could only look at his father with consulting eyes.

"Accept it." Li Jianxi took another deep breath and calmed down: "Accept it, since it is a national treasure, it must be returned to the official, right? The representative of Gwanghwamun is here - I will hand it over to this person later." That's it sir."

The girl raised her eyebrows, as if a little surprised.

Seeing her expression, Li Jianxi felt a burst of heartfelt relief for no reason——

Did she think these dead things were important to her?

Did she think that she surrendered the national treasures that she had obtained, which meant bowing her head?

You finally have a flaw!You are still too young!

The eldest son Sansang, who didn't know about it, took the box, but when Li Guang's little white fox handed it over, he seemed to touch something under the box.

what?

He took it out subconsciously, and the expression of the eldest son Sansang was fixed on his face.

That's a remote.

Something that seemed totally out of place for the occasion, small, delicate, and sultry.

Pink shell, familiar shape, more like a toy that should appear in a hotel room in the dead of night

All eyes were originally on those seals, on those legendary national treasures.