Treasure identifying Golden Eyes

1Yang Bo had already made a plan, he was about to leave this place and return to Jinling.    2

    

Recently, there was a reporter who had been staring at his museum and wanted to cause trouble. Even though Yang Bo had already blocked some of the media channels with Cui Shiyuan's help, there were too many channels on the internet to make a sound, so this reporter had been clenching his teeth and refusing to let go.    

    

Cui Shiyuan had also heard about this matter, so he opened his mouth and said, "About the museum, you can rest assured. Regarding this matter, the old gramps specifically wants to pass the anger over to others, it won't affect you."    

    

"It's not that it doesn't affect me, it's just that I'm afraid there will be some ripples if this mad dog continues to stare at me. Besides, I've been here for too long, so I should leave now that things have been settled." Yang Bo said.    

    

Cui Shiyuan was helpless, "Alright, since you've already made your plans, I won't keep you any longer, but, if you encounter any problems, give me a call."    

    

"I will." Yang Bo said.    

    

Yang Bo returned to his room. Luo Qing was packing up and she had to return to Dijing tomorrow as well. Hua Qingyun had left a long time ago.    

    

Luo Qing looked at Yang Bo, "We had previously discussed about going to Blessing Jade Jewelry's shop to inspect it, but later on we came here in such a hurry, so we forgot about it."    

    

Yang Bo nodded, "I don't have the time to go. Didn't they say the last time was to set up a monitoring system?"    

    

"We have no past, so it's impossible for us to leave this matter to them!" Luo Qing said.    

    

Yang Bo was a little hesitant, "I'm going back to Jinling soon, and I'll probably have to wait a while before going to Cantonese Province."    

    

Luo Qing suggested: "Alright, let's split up. You go to Jinling, I will go to the Hong Kong Palace to settle this issue, and we will meet up later."    

    

Yang Bo frowned, he stared at Luo Qing, "You are not willing to go to Jinling?"    

    

Luo Qing shook her head and did not say a word.    

    

Yang Bo was helpless, Luo Qing still seemed to feel that there was something going on between him and Hua Qingyun, but how should he explain this kind of thing?    

    

On the second day, Yang Bo and the rest flew to Jinling, while Luo Qing returned back to Hong Ye by herself.    

    

Arriving at Jinling, Yang Bo met with the museum's manager, Zhang Jin, and asked him about recent developments.    

    

"We've already taken the mandatory measures to not let him in, but this reporter seems to have a way with things. He bribed the others, got the tourists to help him take pictures, and went back to write his own article." Zhang Jin introduced.    

    

Yang Bo frowned, "Didn't I tell you last time? If I let you write a story about the origin of each artifact, how could he find any clues? "    

    

Zhang Jin was helpless, "Mr Yang, you only have words on his head, we can't do anything about it. He made up a random story, but there's a market, we can't do anything about it!"    

    

"Send him a letter and fight him." Yang Bo said directly.    

    

Zhang Jin nodded, "Alright, I'll send the lawyer's letter as soon as possible. However, I'm afraid this won't stop them from going against us."    

    

"Have you contacted them? Have you communicated with them? What did they say? " Yang Bo asked.    

    

"They don't want to communicate anymore. I promised them I would give them two hundred thousand yuan to solve the problem, but because of this, the other side thinks that there must be something wrong with us. They must expose us." Zhang Jin said.    

    

Yang Bo coldly snorted, "Since that's the case, then I shall follow you to the end!"    

    

Yang Bo never thought that this wave of events would have such a huge impact on the internet. Last time, there was a problem with the museum, but Yang Bo had already prepared a strategy to deal with it and completely suppressed the media.    

    

However, this time, it erupted out of nowhere. While he was still in Central Plains Province, he had heard the rumors online about the origins of the museum's many cultural relics.    

    

Yang Bo had even checked the Internet before and realised that the other party was just spouting nonsense. He knew the origins of these things much better than the other party.    

    

Luo Yaohua stood at the side and said with a smile: "Since there is no negotiation, then it means that the price you guys offer is too low. There is no business that cannot be negotiated, only prices that cannot be offered!"    

    

Yang Bo was startled, he turned and looked at Zhang Jin, "Help me contact him, I want to meet him."    

    

Zhang Jin nodded, "Alright, I'll contact them immediately."    

    

Yang Bo did not expect the other party to give him an answer so quickly. They were sitting in a teahouse in the afternoon.    

    

The other party looked to be in his thirties. He was thin and wore glasses with myopic depths. His small eyes were shining brightly, making him look extremely shrewd.    

    

Yang Bo headed over alone. When he saw the other party, he did not greet them and directly sat down.    

    

Neither of them spoke as they sat there quietly.    

    

After a moment, the other party finally spoke out. "Mr Yang, should I call you Young Master Cui?"    

    

Yang Bo stared at him, "Who are you? "Why would you do that?"    

    

The man laughed, "I am just a nobody, it is better not to probe too deeply into Mr Yang."    

    

Yang Bo frowned, he then said: "I want to end this matter, how much do you think is needed?"    

    

The man laughed: Mr Yang, you are so famous in the Hong Kong government, and you even gambled 3 billion. With such a huge sum of money, do you still care about this bit of pocket money?    

    

Yang Bo looked at the other party. Clearly, the other party had come prepared, and was investigating him very carefully.    

    

"Whoever's money is not from the wind, tell me how much you want!" Yang Bo said.    

    

The man continued to laugh, "He won three billion in a single gamble. That was almost an overnight event. Don't tell me this kind of money was not made by the strong winds?"    

    

Yang Bo did not speak further. He guessed that the other party did this because they had a deep grudge against the rich?    

    

"One hundred million. I only want one hundred million. As long as the money is in my account, then this matter shall end." The man said.    

    

Yang Bo stared at him and laughed, "100 million?"    

    

"Yes, this is only thirty percent of the three billion. I think this number should not be too difficult for you!" The man said.    

    

Yang Bo laughed and said: "If I really were to pass this one hundred million to you, how long do you think I would keep this prison for? Ten years, twenty years, or no duration at all? "    

    

The man shook his head, "I know, Mr Yang isn't that kind of person, I'm afraid you aren't clear about it yet. I have already passed all the black materials from the museum to my friends, if I really went in or went missing, these materials will appear in the market."    

    

"Nonsense, what kind of black material would my museum have?" Yang Bo said.    

    

The man stared at Yang Bo, "From what I know, there's a book called Analects of the Tang Dynasty in the museum. That book is from Xianyang right?"    

    

Yang Bo was startled, he stared at the other party, "Who the hell are you?"    

    

Yang Bo had previously thought that the other party was just making it up, but the version of the "Analects of Tang" that the other party had mentioned earlier was indeed obtained from Xianyang's grave that year.    

    

However, how did the other party know about this?    

    

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