The European Emperor System of Quick Transmigration

On the day Bai Fenglu got on the plane, Bai Tanxi and Lou Qing went to the outskirts of W city to rent an empty warehouse.

The area of ​​the warehouse is not large, but it is clean and tidy.The warehouse is dimly lit and well ventilated, and there are several rows of multi-storey shelves left by previous tenants inside—this makes the young couple very satisfied.

However, Li Xueming, the owner of the warehouse, was not so satisfied with the lease term proposed by the young couple.

"Just rent for a month? Play with me!"

Li Xueming slapped the wooden table, causing the ashtray to jump.

"Heh, I've never heard of anyone who opened a store for only one month!" The rough man in the Northeast pulled the big gold chain around his neck, and stepped on the leather chair with a big horse, "You don't mean to borrow money?" Is my warehouse selling goods? Although I am on the road, I still follow the rules! No renting!"

Baitanxi: "..."

Unexpectedly, the big snake with a rough appearance actually has a delicate heart!In a sense, he and Lou Qing leased this warehouse for the purpose of selling goods.

The strong Indian incense was burning in the office, and Lou Qing was leaning leisurely on the shiny black leather sofa, her expression was as usual, as if she didn't pay attention to the younger brothers who were staring outside at all.

"Brother Xue, I know your rules."

"...Don't call me Brother Xue!" Hearing this title, Li Xueming's face turned red, and he slapped the table again, "Please call me Brother Ming!"

Immediately there was a burst of snickering from the younger brothers outside the door.

"Okay, Brother Ming."

Li Xueming took a few glances at the two young men sitting on the sofa - to be honest, their looks are really not bad, more than enough to be a starlet.He has nothing else wrong with him, he just has a little face control, and now he has committed his old problem again.

"Hey, are you renting out my warehouse for fun?"

"Filming." Lou Qing said calmly, "My friend and I are both amateur photographers, and we are students, so we can't afford a studio for a long time, so we want to rent a warehouse and set up our own studio for shooting."

Oh, filming.

Li Xueming clicked Genruan Zhonghua and shook his head.

"No, it's against the law to shoot hair, videos, and disseminate it. You two college students with thin skin and tender flesh, don't touch these dirty things-all watch me do it? Then watch me cut you Can’t I have a conscience as a big brother? I came out of the society early because of my low education level. If I can go to Tsinghua University and Peking University, who will be a big brother?”

At this moment, Li Xueming's body exuded the brilliance of humanity, while Li Xueming's younger brothers felt ashamed.

Boss, an illiterate man who is obsessed with calling Mai Kuaishou and full of yellow trash, is embarrassing again!People say that making a film is taking pictures, which is art, not pornography or filmmaking!Who has nothing to do to rent a warehouse to shoot hair and movies?Wouldn't it be enough for people to go directly to the hotel and set up a DV?

The red-haired Shamat who was squatting at the door couldn't listen any longer, so he rushed to Li Xueming's back in three steps at a time, and whispered something in his ear.

After listening to the younger brother's report, Li Xueming was silent for a moment with a cigarette between his fingers, and without saying a word, he took his left leg off the leather chair.

"...One month is one month, I'm going to get the lease agreement now, you wait a moment."

Under the watchful eyes of Bai Tanxi and Lou Qing, Comrade Li Xueming walked out of the office with one hand and one foot.

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In the office of the dean of the W City Museum, a group of hale and hearty middle-aged and elderly people formed a circle, holding tea cups in their hands and gossiping.

"Vice President Fu, we haven't seen each other for several years. If it wasn't for this exchange meeting held in W City, we don't know how long it would take to meet each other! Come on, I'll replace wine with tea. A cup!"

Fu Chunfeng smiled and spat at him: "Here it goes again, what is 'Deputy President Fu'? I'm a fan, and I'm not called Dezheng!"

Hearing Fu Chunfeng's ridicule, everyone drinking tea couldn't help laughing.

"Also, don't call me old sister—I'm only forty, not old! But you old bastards, who come to my site to eat my snacks and drink my ration tea, are ashamed to hold the cup Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha!"

"Senior sister dislikes me and came to the door empty-handed!" Fu Chunfeng's younger brother, Li Taiqing, the director of the city museum next door, stood up with a smile, "By the way, it's rare that everyone is here today, why didn't you see Director Feng? "

"Yeah, why isn't Master Feng here?"

Vice President Fu waved his hands again and again, "Don't mention it, it's all caused by the recent hot treasure appraisal programs. Ever since those programs started to air, there are many inexplicable people thinking that the sky will fall into the sky every day." , came to our door with some shitty shit and asked us to appraise them. We are the management staff of the museum, not the appraisers of the auction company. It is annoying to die every day. You know the old man Feng is a person, he likes to do research and doesn't like these crap things, he hides every day to read books and materials, and throws all those weird things to me!"

"Ah, let the security guards drive them all out!" Li Taiqing's wife took a look at Fu Chunfeng, and said angrily, "The state owns the country's laws, and the museum has its own rules. Why are you talking to these stupid asses?"

"How can it be so easy? As the saying goes, you don't hit people with smiling faces when you reach out. Besides, some people come here not for identification, but to donate cultural relics. We can't overturn a boatload of people with one blow, right?"

Speaking of this, Fu Chunfeng started to take a sip of the tea soup in his hand to moisten his throat slightly, and then she changed the topic: "However, sometimes it's quite fun."

Everyone here immediately became interested when they heard it, "Chunfeng, tell me?"

"Just yesterday, an elderly woman held a spittoon and insisted that it was a storage box, but she didn't believe it, and finally walked away cursing. How could this spittoon be a storage box? I was so disgusted by her that I didn't even have lunch. be able to eat."

When everyone thought about it, they felt a chill in their hearts, and they put down the Guanyin cakes in their hands at the same time.

"One more thing. Last week, a young man who looked stupid came to me with a jar in his arms. I took a look-hey, good stuff, an apple green glazed jar from the mid-Qing Dynasty, in good condition, The color is bright and moist, very nice.”

"Then what?" Everyone hurriedly asked.

"That kid is naive, under twenty, and doesn't speak Mandarin very well. I asked him, where did you get this jar? He told me that it was passed down from his ancestors."

"I thought this kind of situation is quite common, and then, this kid said that his mother loves to pickle pickles in this jar, alas, don't laugh! I didn't know what to say at the time, if it wasn't for his distant room My uncle came to his house to visit relatives, I am afraid that this pair of good jars will have to be pickled for another few decades."

"It's still a pair?" Li Changqing interjected, "A pair is worth a lot, so why didn't he bring them all here?"

Fu Chunfeng clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Junior brother, did you pretend that I didn't ask? Who would have thought that this kid would say that if he brought both jars, what would his family use to pickle the pickles!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha! This kid, Shicheng!"

"Interesting, interesting!"

After the people in the room had almost laughed, Fu Chunfeng put away his smile and said seriously: "I have something else to say, but it's not a good thing."

"It happened last month. I remember it very clearly. It was Monday. An old man in his 80s and 200s dragged a truck over and said that he would donate all the more than 200 cultural relics in the truck to the museum for free. I After looking at it, there are more than [-] kinds of things.”

She stretched out two fingers and gestured, "...there are only two real ones, the first ones arrived in the Republic of China. The old man kept saying that it took him decades of work to collect them, and he tried his best to collect them. I will do my best to recover as many lost antiques as possible and donate them to the museum.”

"I feel bad too—but no matter what, our store has no reason to accept fakes. Even if I verbally agree, I won't be able to pass the test of identification."

"The old man is getting old. To be honest, I dare not tell him. If he gets angry, no one can bear the responsibility. In the end, Lao Feng came forward and told the old man that your things are very good, but we don't have enough display space here. , and coaxed him back."

"It's not easy." Everyone sighed, "It's hard for Lao Feng, an honest man, to lie."

"What's wrong with me?" Hearing his voice before seeing anyone, the handsome and suave curator Feng in a long trench coat pushed the door in. Behind him was a group of students who were interns in the museum. Like an old hen.

With one hand in his pocket, he glanced around the office and saw many familiar faces—all bad friends.

"Did you say bad things about me again? What 'honest man', it's not a good thing to hear." Curator Feng said indifferently.

"Old Feng is here," all the scholars present stood up to greet him, and told the person concerned in one go: "We really praised you just now."

Curator Feng just smiled and didn't speak.

Fu Chunfeng was smiling and watching everyone wandering around Lao Feng, when he suddenly felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.She took out her mobile phone and found that it was Xiao Lu who was in charge of the exhibition hall.

"Hey, it's Xiao Lu, what do you want from me—what? Say it again!"

Her suddenly raised voice attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

"... If you want to donate things, donate a lot of collections for free? How much do you mean by a lot? What, hundreds of pieces! Oh my mother, Xiao Lu, tell me the truth, this time there is no truck at the door Outside, right? It’s not the old man who is clamoring to donate things this time, right?”

"Two young people? Talented and handsome? Xiao Lu, what do you want me to say about you-how did you learn this idiom! And I'm not in my prime, I don't care if they're handsome or not, just say what you want Focus!"

"...You said they brought a box over here? Xiao Lu, you didn't touch that box, did you? Just tell the other staff not to touch it, even if he said he would open it for you to see, you can't touch it— —Who knows if they came to touch porcelain."

At this moment, Director Feng, who had been keeping his pocket-pocketing action all the while pretending to be aggressive, suddenly spoke.

"Someone wants to donate cultural relics in large quantities?"

"That's right," Fu Chunfeng put down the Tianmu lamp in his hand, and started to tidy up his appearance: "I'll just go out and have a look. I guess they are collected by private collectors. There are fewer genuine ones and more fake ones. But some fools are willing to pay tuition fees." , I can’t teach him no matter what, tell him he’s not happy.”

"I'll go too," Dean Feng pointed to a series of students behind him, and said calmly under the terrified eyes of the young birds: "They need to see the world."

The other curators and scholars in the room looked at me and I looked at you, and finally said in unison: "We will go too! Anyway, there is nothing to do!"

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Bai Tanxi and Lou Qing sat neatly in the empty reception room, with eighteen monitors above their heads, waiting boredly for the cordial meeting of the leaders of the city's museum.

The tea on the table has already been refilled once, and it is half-lukewarm.Bai Tanxi stomped on the eight-centimeter-thick red carpet under his feet without a trace, and secretly glanced at the special glass on the wall where the inside cannot be seen from the outside, and suddenly began to doubt life—did he go to the wrong place? ?Isn't this kind of fully armed living room really used for confinement or beating people?

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long."

Bai Tanxi followed the prestige and found a middle-aged man with gentle appearance standing at the door of the conference room. He was wearing a windbreaker, and beside him was the beauty Xiao Lu whom they had just met.

Xiao Lu enthusiastically introduced the two parties: "Two, this is the director of our museum, Director Feng. Director, this is Mr. Bai, and this is Mr. Lou."

"Nice to meet you!"

Curator Feng had just taken his seat when someone walked in again, this time a middle-aged lady with a graceful figure and well-maintained body.

Xiao Lu pointed to the middle-aged woman in a cheongsam, "This is the deputy curator of our museum, deputy curator Fu. Deputy curator Fu, this is Mr. Bai, and this is Mr. Lou."

"This is the director of the museum in N City, Director Li."

"Deputy curator of L City Museum, deputy curator Wang."

"City S Museum Director, Director Su."

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After Xiao Lu finished introducing everyone present one by one, and everyone was seated, the small living room was full of seats.

The tea on the table was soaked again, and the tea fragrance lingered in the air for a long time.

"Gentlemen, I heard from Xiao Lu that you have collections to donate." Curator Feng glanced at the brocade box on the table, and slowly uttered a few words: "I don't know what collection it is?"