Chapter 151 What is a cultivator?

Author: Shang Xia seeking locks

Chapter 151 What is a cultivator?

Behind the solid wood desk, a fat, spherical middle-aged Western man leaned on a chair slightly narrower than his back, smoking a cigar, drinking strong coffee, and listening to soothing classical music.

The little eyes sunk into the flesh are squinted, very comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and the brown-red solid wood office door was knocked open. A young man with an aquiline nose rushed in, ran to the desk, and said breathlessly: "Mr. Margery, Mona Lisa."

The portrait of Shah disappeared out of thin air!”.

"What?"

The squinted little eyes suddenly widened, like two glass balls.

The hook-nosed young man slowly lowered his head due to the strong light emitted from the "glass ball", gritted his teeth, and said again: "The Mona Lisa portrait disappeared out of thin air!".

As soon as these words came out, Margery, who was sitting on the chair, seemed to have been cast a restraining spell by the old witch. He remained motionless, his eyes were dull, and his fat and slightly droopy face slowly turned red, and the color became darker and darker.

It spreads wider and wider, until finally, the ears, nose, and thick neck are all red.

It's like sitting in a sauna room at 60 or 70 degrees Celsius.

I don’t know how long it took, how many seconds, or how many seconds passed before a thunderous roar came from the museum director’s office.

"Oh! God, how could it disappear out of thin air? Damn it!"

After another ten seconds, there was a "bang", the office door was knocked open, and a "meat ball" rushed out from inside, followed closely by a young man with a hooked nose.

After Margery arrived at the exhibition hall, the museum's door had been closed and the police were questioning visitors one by one.

A bald old man with a red nose and enough pores to stuff rice grains, painted with his hands, and said loudly: "God! The portrait of Louis XIV suddenly disappeared when I was looking at it, you know? Just disappeared suddenly.

, and by magic, suddenly disappeared!”.

The policeman shook his head helplessly, let him go, and started questioning the next little girl with freckles on her face.

What the little girl said was very similar to what the old man said, and even what all the tourists said were similar. The words "suddenly disappeared" and "disappeared out of thin air" appeared most frequently.

Margery looked at the empty wall and felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a monster. It hurt. It hurt so much that he couldn't bear to die. The Mona Lisa is a famous painting in the Gallic Museum and is also a world-renowned painting.

, when he was the curator, he disappeared and disappeared. How to explain it? What should I do?

The loss of reputation is okay, but the worst is to resign and hide at home. Anyway, I have already earned enough pension funds.

The problem is that this is not only a matter of reputation, but also an issue of malfeasance. He will 100% be prosecuted and sent to prison, because someone needs to be responsible for this matter and calm the anger of the people.

When she thought of this, Margery was ready to jump off the building.

What made him even more depressed and wanted to bang his head against the wall on the spot was how could the portrait disappear out of thin air?

Suddenly, two things popped out of his mind. One was an airplane and the other was an aircraft carrier. Could it be.

"Mr. Margery, the reporter is here"

At a critical moment, his subordinates disrupted his thinking.

"What the hell! Tell security not to let those damn reporters in."

“Security staff think their wages are too low and are still on strike.”

"Oh! No, God!" Margery held her round, fat head, and the eyes, nose, and mouth on her big face were all gathered in the middle, like a strange flower in bloom.

A burst of noise rang out not far away. Reporters rushed in with microphones in hand. Ordinary staff could not stop them. In the blink of an eye, they had already rushed in front of Margery. All kinds of microphones were stretched out and almost hit him.

face.

"Mr. Margery, did the Mona Lisa really disappear out of thin air?"

"Mr. Margery, how many cultural relics have disappeared out of thin air?"

"Mr. Margery"

Ten minutes later, the Mona Lisa portrait disappeared out of thin air from the Gallic Museum. After being reported by domestic media and reprinted by foreign media, it became a world-class hot topic.

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"This is called retribution. After all, you can't keep what you robbed. Should you lose it now? You deserve it!"

“I was very angry after losing a few ranking games, but after seeing this, I am not angry at all.”

"It's just a few broken paintings, so what? The nuclear-powered aircraft carrier was lost next door!"

Morning.

Zhang Dong was woken up by the alarm clock, got up in a daze, went out and went to the bathroom to wash up, when he suddenly found two more paintings on the wall, one ink painting and one oil painting. The paintings were quite good, but he was not interested in literary works.

, took a casual look and walked into the bathroom. Just as he was about to wash up, he noticed a thin and tall porcelain bottle beside the sink.

Don't think about it, it must be Wang Liang's trick.

After washing up, I went to the second floor, took out the key, and opened the kitchen. I was about to cook some millet porridge, fry a few eggs, steamed bun slices, and luncheon meat slices to make a simple and nutritious breakfast. I found a bowl of rice on the countertop.

A stack of porcelain plates, a stack of porcelain bowls.

This is not the point. The point is that the pictures on the surface of these bowls and plates are very exquisite. It is not simple at first glance. I picked up a plate and looked at the front and back. There were actually a few traditional Chinese characters at the bottom, which read, "Made in the Xuande Year of the Ming Dynasty."

”.

Real or fake?

Zhang Dong picked up another plate and looked at the bottom. There were also a few traditional Chinese characters written on it, "Kangxi Year System of the Qing Dynasty".

What's going on?

Didn't you sleep at night and went to rob a tomb?

He had seen a treasure appraisal video. At the audition scene, the uncle held a porcelain bowl and handed it to the expert who appraised cultural relics. He said that it was passed down from ancestors. The expert turned it over and saw five words written on the bottom: "

"For microwave use only".

The expert's face turned black on the spot, as black as the bottom of a pot.

In addition to these unreliable uncles, there are also people who bring real treasures to experts for confirmation so that they can sell them at a high price.

Among them, there are some porcelains with traditional Chinese characters like this written on the bottom.

Are these all real antiques?

Zhang Dong picked up another plate and looked at it carefully for a while, but still couldn't figure it out. He didn't care, making breakfast was the main business.

In the huge palace, two rows of giants were sitting at a relatively low table, drinking wine, eating meat and fruits, and watching song and dance performances. They were all smiling and chatting happily. Not far behind them,

Behind the vermilion pillars, there are two people the size of ants.

One of the people grabbed the other person's arm and whispered: "What is going on in this place? What happened to Qin Shihuang who crawled out of the bronze coffin that day? Also, who are you and why are you doing this?

Appear in my dream?".

"You asked me so many questions at once, I don't even know which one to answer!"

"Answer the first question first"

"This place." Just as he said this, a piece of meat as tall as a person suddenly fell from the sky and landed beside the pillar. "Stop talking yet, eat the meat quickly!".

"Speaking of meat, how come I become so magical after eating this meat?"

"Nonsense, this is fairy meat, eat it quickly!"

As Jiang Liuer spoke, he tore off a piece of meat from the giant meat mountain that was as tall as a person and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wang Liang didn't bother to ask anymore, he also tore off a piece of meat and started to eat. After finishing it, he tore off another piece. According to the normal amount of food, after eating this piece of meat, he must be full, but now he doesn't feel full at all, even

The more I ate, the hungrier I became. It wasn't until I finished eating the mountain of meat in front of me that I felt full.

Just as he was about to continue asking Jiang Liu'er, a song suddenly sounded in his ears, "You are so mighty and majestic, man riding a horse." His eyes lit up, and the familiar ceiling appeared. He turned off the alarm clock, sat up, and looked at the landscape painting hanging on the wall opposite.

, said helplessly: "Why do I get woken up every time at a critical moment? I'm speechless!".

"Don't worry about the critical moment. The primary production line of my wife's robot will be completed today. Let's see when production will start."

"So fast?"

"The primary production line is certainly fast."

"Okay! Got it"

After Wang Liang finished washing, he just walked out of the bedroom when Ying Zheng suddenly jumped out from the side, shocking him unexpectedly.

"What are you doing? You're sick! Jump out and scare people."

"You are the only one who has it." Ying Zheng suddenly stopped mid-sentence and began to look Wang Liang up and down.

"Hey!" Wang Liang stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Ying Zheng's eyes, "Why are you so nervous today?".

Ying Zheng said nothing and continued to look at Wang Liang until Wang Liang turned around and left, then he chased after him and said: "I understand, I understand completely, you are a cultivator, no wonder you are like a police dog, your nose is so sharp, every time

Discover my carefully chosen food caches!".

"What do you mean? Are you calling me a dog? Okay! I originally wanted to go down and tell Zhang Dong that the production line of my wife's robot has been initially set up. Ying Zheng has worked hard and found a way to register an ugly group takeaway account for him. From now on, every time
To be continued...