Chapter 359 The power of action

Author: Tianjie Xiaofeng

Chapter 359 The power of action

In a villa, a middle-aged man was saying earnestly:

"Mr. Weng, can we discuss it again? These more than 180 cultural relics belong to our country! Our Shenghai Museum hopes to invite them back... Let's do this. Five million is not enough. I have the final say. Let's add three more.

How about one million, eight million dollars?"

The old man named Weng said:

"Old Liu, this is not a question of money. This is a question of whether you can save it. Even if I give these things to you, can you guarantee that they will be saved in China?"

"It will definitely work!" Lao Liu firmly assured, "Our museum now has the best security facilities and the best preservation environment. How can it be impossible to preserve it?"

Mr. Weng shook his head again:

"Old Liu, you should understand what I mean. I did not send these cultural relics to the Metropolitan Museum just because of a temporary idea.

As you can see, I am getting old and I don’t have many years left to live. If I keep these things at home, it is very likely that my juniors will sell them after I leave.

I want them to be kept well, so I can only give them away..."

"Then why not send it to China?" Lao Liu was still puzzled.

"Domestic? Haha!" Mr. Weng smiled, "After so many years, I have seen clearly. If you send it to the country, you will probably not be able to keep it - don't refute me yet, listen to me."

Old Liu just wanted to speak, but after hearing what he said, he had no choice but to shut up.

"Not to mention that a few decades ago, some people set up a cultural relics store and sold a large number of cultural relics directly. Who can guarantee that this kind of thing will not happen again?"

When he asked this, Lao Liu immediately wanted to refute. After all, it was a critical period, but Lao Weng did not allow him to speak and continued:

"I've also seen things here that were labeled as museum collections and were openly sold..."

Old Liu opened his mouth, but had nothing to say. He knew that Mr. Weng would not allow him to argue.

Sure enough, Mr. Weng continued:

"Now the world is dominated by one big country. Although the development of the United States has been somewhat stagnant, everyone knows that it is still the most powerful country. And because it is on its own continent, several wars have not affected the mainland here.

"

Lao Liu admitted this.

"So, if you put your things here, at least you won't worry about them being damaged by war - I have experienced many wars, and I have seen the world through. Sooner or later, there will still be wars in this world. When the time comes... put it where you are.

Can you keep it?"

Just when Old Liu was about to speak, Old Weng stood up and said with a stern expression:

"I don't want those perfunctory words! Your Shenghai is right on the seaside, on the frontier. If there is really going to be a war, your city will be destroyed first. If I put things there, can you preserve them?"

Lao Liu felt a little sad.

Is this really what the old man in front of me thinks?

Everything assumes war?

hehe.

He knew he couldn't talk anymore.

Standing up, Old Liu said:

"Mr. Weng, since you have made up your mind, I won't say anything anymore."

The last time he came here, he bought a batch of cultural relics from here for 4.5 million U.S. dollars, which was regarded as completing his mission.

This time, it was in vain.

After Lao Liu left, Lao Weng's son walked in, curled his lips and said:

"With that little money, I just want to buy something from our house. I'm so sorry..."

"Xiaohai, don't talk nonsense." Mr. Weng sat down, took a sip of tea and said:

"Lao Liu is still very public-minded. His thoughts are not wrong."

"But those things were collected and purchased by our Weng family ourselves, and they were not brought out illegally by those people. We can dispose of them how we want!"

"So they didn't make things difficult for us." Mr. Weng always maintained a relatively calm attitude. "He just came here to trade, and he didn't force us to hand it over. If you don't want to do so much, just send the things over properly."

"I just feel unhappy when I see him." The expression on Xiao Hai's face is really unhappy, "Anyway, we got our money back from Silicon Valley Bank, so we don't care about it. If we donate it, we can still have a good reputation here.

"

"Don't think so decisively about things." Mr. Weng pointed out to his son, "People who are not from my race will have different minds. If you want to stay here for a long time, you will have to work ten times or a hundred times harder than others!"

"Aren't we donating things now?" Xiao Hai muttered.

"It's not enough, it's definitely not enough." Mr. Weng sighed, "Actually, I also want to go back, but I'm afraid of doing it again... Sigh, that's something you need to consider. I'm old and don't want to do it anymore..."

Xiao Hai nodded and went out to arrange the transportation of cultural relics.

Although he didn't think there would be any danger, he still called the person he hired to remind him again to ensure safety.

It was a peaceful day when it was time to deliver the goods and hit the road.

Mr. Weng had already gone by car first, and Xiaohai followed the truck in a small car.

When the car here was about to leave, Zhu Yu had already received the message.

His car merged into the torrent of numerous vehicles, deliberately controlling the speed, and slowly arrived at the position of several cars in front of the truck.

all the best.

When he arrived at the tunnel, Zhu Yu was a little nervous, and then he heard a "bang bang" sound, and the two cars in front collided with each other.

Cars that had no time to brake hit each other continuously, causing chaos at the entrance of the tunnel!

Then the lights in the tunnel suddenly went out. I don't know who cut off the power supply.

Zhu Yu had stopped the car, got out of the car quietly in the dark, covered his head, and quickly came to the truck.

Seeing that the cars in front and behind the truck had their lights on, he threw two smoke bombs.

Clouds of smoke obscured the entire field of vision.

He could hear the nervous conversations among the people in the truck, and they were obviously wary.

The truck driver was also a little nervous and was looking around.

Zhu Yu stepped forward, knocked on the car window fiercely, and aimed a tranquilizer bomb at the driver.

After dealing with the driver, Zhu Yu found the walkie-talkie from the cab and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"The situation is not right, come out quickly, there is a bomb on the chassis!"

After saying that, he threw away the walkie-talkie.

He knew that time was running out and he had to hurry up now!

Although they knew that the news might be false, no one dared to take any more risks in the face of danger. The back door of the carriage opened and someone came down to observe.

Zhu Yu hid on the edge and fired continuously, knocking the person to the ground!

The people inside felt something was wrong and wanted to close the door immediately. Some people fired back. Zhu Yu had already thrown a smoke bomb in!

The other party is making a mess!

With the Sky Eye open, Zhu Yu could see the other party's position through the carriage.

All cultural relics are placed near the front of the car, with boxes arranged neatly.

The carriage is divided into two parts, and the back is the space for these mercenaries.

Zhu Yu stood a little further away, raised his large-caliber gun, and fired a roll call!

Soon, no one in the car could fight anymore.

Zhu Yu opened the carriage and got in, collected all the boxes, got out of the car and left.

When he walked back to his car, Zhu Yu quietly changed all his clothes, including gloves, headgear and shoes.

After changing everything, Zhu Yu felt that there should be no flaws, so he sat back in the car.

Zhu Yu sent a message to Ran Jie on his mobile phone:

"What's going on?"

This means that I have succeeded here.

Ran Jie saw the news and left immediately. Some vehicles in front were not seriously damaged and were already planning to leave.

At this moment, Zhu Yu saw several dark figures coming over, and someone knocked on the car window.

"Pay me, or I'll beat you to death!" A man who looked Mexican pointed a gun at Zhu Yu in the car window.

Zhu Yu raised his hands and nodded helplessly.

"Lower the window!" The man waved his gun, and Zhu Yu had no choice but to lower the window.
To be continued...