Chapter 1411： a phone call
The entire country of China can be rated as a national cultural relic, except for the National Museum in Kyoto City, other 30 provincial capitals and municipalities, all the museums together, can not find 200 national cultural relics!
In this way, on average, all museums in a region can have no more than ten national cultural relics! This includes not only those national museums, but also all private museums.
Qin'an National Museum has 20 national cultural relics, one can imagine how impressive it is!
How many people envy them before, how many people laugh at them now!
The cooked ducks are flying!
The cultural relics in the bag can be stolen! This is simply hitting them directly in the face of the Qin'an City Cultural Bureau! It is to discredit their entire Qin'an City!
The Director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau was so angry that his lungs were about to explode!
"Xiao Zhang, is the interrogation on your side over?! Called to remind, what happened to the six security guards who guarded the cultural relics before?! How did they guard the things?! Did someone in the middle deliberately put them there? The thief came in?! All these must be asked clearly, you know?!" said the director.
In just one night, he felt that his hair was almost half white!
"Yes! Don't worry! We will definitely chase them back! We will never let them leave Qin'an City!" The middle-aged man called Xiao Zhang was sweating profusely. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and only I beg those police officers to pry clues from the mouths of the six security guards who never knew what to say.
Listening to others talking, Director Fang kept frowning and didn't speak, but the ashtray in front of him had the most cigarette butts.
He has never been a person who likes to smoke, and he has almost no addiction to smoking. Many times, he only smokes one or two cigarettes every month, and he can't smoke two packs of cigarettes a year. However, it was only one night. In the ashtray, there were at least 40 or 50 cigarette butts piled up, almost overflowing the table.
"Who the **** stole this cultural relic?! How did the other party steal these two cultural relics?! Then they took the cultural relic out of their sight without disturbing anyone? The camera Why are there no clues on the monitor at all? These people seem to appear out of nowhere and take things away out of nowhere! How did this happen?"
Countless questions swirled back and forth in Curator Fang's mind, turning into a mess, but so far, no one wants to pass these questions.
"It's a pity that the person Pei Yian said was not the guy who stole the cultural relics this time, otherwise this matter could be solved immediately, alas..." Curator Fang sighed after smoking a cigarette again.
As the curator of the museum, he has no reason to be responsible for the lost national cultural relics in the cultural protection department. After all, those things are not in his hands, so how can he blame him if they are stolen?
But as the curator of the museum, as a person who loves cultural relics, he also stayed in this office all night without sleeping, discussing this matter with others and waiting for news, just like everyone else.
"Jingle bell! Jingle bell!..."
A series of harsh ringtones in the room broke the rigid atmosphere, and all subconsciously focused on Curator Fang!
In this way, on average, all museums in a region can have no more than ten national cultural relics! This includes not only those national museums, but also all private museums.
Qin'an National Museum has 20 national cultural relics, one can imagine how impressive it is!
How many people envy them before, how many people laugh at them now!
The cooked ducks are flying!
The cultural relics in the bag can be stolen! This is simply hitting them directly in the face of the Qin'an City Cultural Bureau! It is to discredit their entire Qin'an City!
The Director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau was so angry that his lungs were about to explode!
"Xiao Zhang, is the interrogation on your side over?! Called to remind, what happened to the six security guards who guarded the cultural relics before?! How did they guard the things?! Did someone in the middle deliberately put them there? The thief came in?! All these must be asked clearly, you know?!" said the director.
In just one night, he felt that his hair was almost half white!
"Yes! Don't worry! We will definitely chase them back! We will never let them leave Qin'an City!" The middle-aged man called Xiao Zhang was sweating profusely. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and only I beg those police officers to pry clues from the mouths of the six security guards who never knew what to say.
Listening to others talking, Director Fang kept frowning and didn't speak, but the ashtray in front of him had the most cigarette butts.
He has never been a person who likes to smoke, and he has almost no addiction to smoking. Many times, he only smokes one or two cigarettes every month, and he can't smoke two packs of cigarettes a year. However, it was only one night. In the ashtray, there were at least 40 or 50 cigarette butts piled up, almost overflowing the table.
"Who the **** stole this cultural relic?! How did the other party steal these two cultural relics?! Then they took the cultural relic out of their sight without disturbing anyone? The camera Why are there no clues on the monitor at all? These people seem to appear out of nowhere and take things away out of nowhere! How did this happen?"
Countless questions swirled back and forth in Curator Fang's mind, turning into a mess, but so far, no one wants to pass these questions.
"It's a pity that the person Pei Yian said was not the guy who stole the cultural relics this time, otherwise this matter could be solved immediately, alas..." Curator Fang sighed after smoking a cigarette again.
As the curator of the museum, he has no reason to be responsible for the lost national cultural relics in the cultural protection department. After all, those things are not in his hands, so how can he blame him if they are stolen?
But as the curator of the museum, as a person who loves cultural relics, he also stayed in this office all night without sleeping, discussing this matter with others and waiting for news, just like everyone else.
"Jingle bell! Jingle bell!..."
A series of harsh ringtones in the room broke the rigid atmosphere, and all subconsciously focused on Curator Fang!
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