"Why are you calling me? Did I say something wrong?"

This staff member also had the surname Qian, and seemed to be related to Mr. Qian, so he was not afraid of Mr. Qian's reprimand at all, and even had the confidence to shout back.

"If we had persisted a little longer back then, things might have turned out differently! Now that the original has been returned, we should keep it no matter what! They deceived us first; what dignity do you have left to maintain with such a person?"

It wasn't that we lacked the ability to participate in the bidding; we were simply completely deceived by the other party's self-proclaimed patriotic businessman facade.

Qian Wenhao could not forget how they had humbled themselves to negotiate with the businessman for a photograph, and how the businessman had been cold and disdainful while his teacher had pleaded with him. He still remembered it all clearly.

Therefore, seeing that the regret from the past had returned to China, and was even close at hand, Qian Wenhao simply could not bear to watch it leave and flow back overseas.

"That's enough—"

Old Qian roared angrily, his face turning red with rage, and then suddenly clutched his chest.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Calm down, everyone—"

Seeing this, the others quickly separated to try and persuade him. Several people held onto Qian Wenhao, while others helped up Old Qian, all showing concern on their faces.

"Qian Wenhao, stop talking. The old man's health has been poor these past few years! Do you want to force him into the hospital? Besides, these are things we can't decide!"

The emotional screenwriter loudly rebuked Qian Wenhao, while Xiao He leaned closer to Old Qian and asked in a low voice, "Old Qian, do you need to take your medicine? Where is it?"

"No, it's nothing—"

Old Qian waved his hand at Xiao He, barely managing to maintain his posture.

Qian Wenhao stood there, and when he saw the old man about to fall, a moment of struggle and worry flashed across his face. But as soon as he saw the old man regain his footing, he immediately suppressed those emotions, turned around, pushed through the crowd, and ran outside with his head down.

After everyone ran away, they rushed over to check on Mr. Qian's condition, but he just shook his head and said, "I'm fine, I just lost my balance."

As he spoke, he looked at Xiao He and apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry, I scared you. That was my grand-nephew, Qian Wenhao. He has a rather quick temper and is very fond of the history of Emperor Chen, so he said some harsh things."

Xiao He quickly shook his head: "No, no, he didn't say anything."

"well--"

Mr. Qian did not explain anything further, but simply sighed, looked up at the display case in front of him, and his eyes contained a heartbreaking sorrow.

"He's right."

Gazing at the captivating calligraphy, Old Qian patted Xiao He's hand and said, "It's a pity, now every glance is one less. If it weren't for this... I'm afraid I'd never have the chance to see it with my own eyes again."

When it crosses the ocean to the other side again, he, now with white hair, will probably never have the chance to see it again.

...

Perhaps it was because of the embarrassing incident that had just happened that Mr. Qian was in poor spirits.

Originally, Qian Lao wanted to invite Xiao He to the nearby calligraphy association for a chat and to see Xiao He's calligraphy in person, but after what had just happened, he didn't bring it up again. After staying at the art center for a while, the two left.

As Xiao He walked out of the art center, he saw Xiao Chen waiting outside from afar.

"Brother Xiao!"

Xiao Chen quickly waved.

Xiao He: "Yeah, you've worked hard. You must be hungry by now. Let's go eat."

He and Xiao Chen got into the car, and Lao Qi immediately started the car.

"How's it going, Brother Xiao? Brother Qi and I watched from the doorway for a while, and several impressive actors came out. Brother Shu said you were especially favored by the big shots on the judging panel, so does that give you a better chance of success?"

“I don’t know either.” Xiao He thought for a moment, “But at that time, a competitor came, who seemed to be a drama actor from the National Theater. His strength should not be underestimated.”

Most importantly, the other party has a good family background, is backed by a famous director, and has played the role of the young Emperor Chen many times in his early years, so Qiu Zhenlong's first impression of Yang Heng must be very good.

Now we don't know what Qiu Zhenlong will think...

Seeing that Brother Xiao looked unhappy, Xiao Chen didn't say anything more. Instead, she said, "Brother Shu has already taken Manager He and Sister Liu to book a restaurant. Let's have dinner first! As for other things, let's put them aside for now."

"Um."

Xiao He crossed his arms and looked out the window, but the events that had just occurred at the art center were still lingering in his mind.

After a long silence, Xiao He took out his phone again and began searching for basic information about Yun Ziqi's grandfather.

For someone with even a little bit of fame, their encyclopedia entry will definitely be available in related searches. Xiao He can easily find this person without expending much effort.

【Yun Rongguo, male, overseas Chinese, ancestral home in Beijing, China... renowned antique collector...】

The contents of this document are very superficial, and it is unknown who compiled it. At least on the surface, it does not mention what Yunrong Kingdom did, nor does it mention any issues related to the collection. Xiao He only glanced at it and knew that this thing did not have many valuable clues.

"Brother Xiao, we've arrived."

Xiao Chen, who was standing nearby, reminded Xiao He.

"Um."

Xiao He put away his phone, temporarily setting the matter aside, and got out of the car with Xiao Chen, while Lao Qi went to park in the back parking space.

-

The restaurant has a distinctly modern Chinese style. As soon as you walk in, you can faintly smell the aroma of food, and Xiao He instantly feels hungry.

The waiter led them into the private room, and Xiao He saw Shu Han and Liu Rulan as soon as he entered.

He ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) then glanced to the side and spotted an unexpected old acquaintance—

"Director He, long time no see! You look much better this time than last time."

Xiao He immediately greeted him with a smile.

He Jinnian, the director of "Time and Space Standoff," was sitting next to He Wenming. Although his face was still a bit thin, his mental state had improved a lot. Even his previously sparse hair had been dyed black again, and he no longer had that weathered look that suggested he might faint at any moment.

Hearing Xiao He's teasing, He Jinnian smiled helplessly: "I have to thank you for finding that special effects team for me. I feel much more at ease having this job handled by reliable people."

He Wenming listened from the side and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Indeed, you look much better, but it's tough on the special effects team. They've been stuck with a director as picky as you."

Xiao He pulled out the chair next to Liu Rulan and sat down. While helping Xiao He unpack the tableware, Liu Rulan explained in a low voice, "Although Director He doesn't need such high-intensity work now, he basically goes to the special effects team's studio every day, like a supervisor, which puts a lot of pressure on them."

"Huh?" Xiao He chuckled awkwardly. "No wonder I've been sneezing a lot lately."

After all, it's really a shame to trick your own special effects artist into doing the special effects for a project...

Well, his deal with the teacher was fair, so the level of hatred shouldn't be too high, right?