"This is not clear. After all, the space in the warehouse is limited. We must first protect the historical relics left by our predecessors. Excellent works are only used as an exhibition, and no one can read them..."

"Who said no one reads it?" Shi Sangluo said anxiously: "That is their hard work, the work they left to the school. If you don't say hello, you will deal with it. Does the school care about the students' hard work at all?"

The school-runner said: "Anyone who graduates from our school who can leave excellent works in the school history museum now has basically become the leaders of all walks of life. These works in school have no meaning to them, especially the works of art students, which have long become their dark history. Every year, several alumni call back and say that the school wants to take down the works exhibited by the school history museum, but they don't want to show them black history."

"Only I can decide whether it is a black history or not."

"Okay," the school runner was not very happy either: "Which is your work? I'll ask someone to find it for you."

“…”

"Why don't you talk?"

"Please find out what Gu Fuye's works are from the Sculpture Department of the Academy of Arts."

"Gu Fuye?" The school runner had some impression: "It's the student who died in a car accident after graduating from a senior year, right?"

"……right."

"Who are you? Are you a family member?"

"no."

"I'm sorry, if it weren't for the family, why would I give you the student's works?"

"I'm his girlfriend, and we were together before he died."

"Have you obtained the certificate?"

"……No."

"That's not considered a family member. If it's not a family member, it can't be given. I'm sorry."

The school office hung up the phone directly.

She called her again, and when she heard it was her voice, she immediately hung up.

Shi Sangluo collapsed backwards on the chair, but he didn't recover for a long time.

What's going on lately?

Why does it seem like God deliberately wanted to erase the traces of the deceased? Fu Chengyuan's computer was destroyed, Gu Siyao's photos could not be found, and her school history museum was demolished, and the works left by Gu Fuye were also taken into the warehouse of Fu Tianri.

When Yu Jie heard this, she immediately said, "Call Wu Yun! Wu Yun owe you a favor. She is now a student, and I remember that she also belongs to the Art Academy, right? She might have a way."

Shi Sangluo thought it made sense.

She sent Wu Yun a WeChat message and asked her to meet in the afternoon. Wu Yun agreed very readily.

But after seeing Wu Yun, she brought a very bad news: "...The school runners lied to you, and all the students' works were sold by them! Do you still remember the peach wood hairpin we saw at the auction last time? That was when the school took it out for auction, saying that it was to raise funds to support poor students."

Shi Sangluo was stunned: "Sold?"

"Yeah," Wu Yun said: "Sister sister, there is a saying that the school-runners are right. Those who can leave their works in the school history museum are already very outstanding. Now, a few years have passed and have already shown their talents in various industries. Some of them are already very famous. Even the works of them, even the young works left by when they were at school, are willing to pay for them. The school is planning to do an activity to help poor students, so I discussed with these alumni and auctioned their works in the school history museum, using this fund as a donation."

“…”

"It's a pity that senior Gu Fuye is. His artistic talent is admired by our dean. Now he often mentions him, saying that Senior Gu is the most promising student he has ever met. But... God is jealous of talent and died early."

Shi Sangluo understood.

The school should have contacted alumni of those works. When everyone heard that they were doing good deeds, they all agreed to the auction.

Because Gu Fuye has passed away, the school has not contacted him.

Moreover, although Gu Fuye was extremely talented, he was just a senior student when he died and did not become famous, so his works were not enough to be auctioned as items at auction. Finally, he was auctioned for a very cheap starting price for a well-known work by an unknown author.

In the end, he was photographed by Fu Chengyuan and played with Feng Ying as a toy.
Chapter completed!