Hearing this, Zhang Enzhong was like a cat that had been stepped on and his feet hurt, and he glared angrily: "You are talking like a lion, are you..."

"That's enough."

The next second, Mr. Guan shouted angrily.

He had thoroughly experienced Liu Zhenying's stubborn temper. Not to mention the fledgling Zhang Enzhong, even the deputy director of the Academy of Cultural Relics could not benefit from her at all.

Therefore, he glanced at everyone with his slightly cloudy eyes and said in a serious tone: "You have all heard it. If you have money to get paid, if you don't have money to work, what's the fuss about? Take your time and make your own choice."

For a moment, the whole place was silent, except for the slight sound of Mr. Guan starting to sort out the cultural relics.

After the others looked at each other for a few seconds, they started to move one after another, and even Zhang Enzhong was pulled aside by the people next to him.

"I don't understand what I'm talking to. I have to make people quarrel to get me to work. I don't know what I'm trying to do."

Liu Zhenying muttered, and when she raised her face, she saw traces of laughter on Qu Xiaojue's handsome features. She reached out and poked him: "Why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing." He reached out and half-hugged her into his arms, his low voice covered with a pleasant tone: "I just feel that you have changed a lot in this year."

"What changes?"

"Before, when I was wronged, I just stood there stupidly and didn't know how to resist. Now I am proficient in quarreling and fighting."

What he said didn't sound like he was praising anyone.

Liu Zhenying blinked: "Do you think I'm cruel?"

"No."

He stroked her long hair soothingly, showing the intimacy between the two of them unscrupulously: "I think this is good, at least I won't be bullied."

Liu Zhenying didn't think anyone could bully her. The so-called wronged before was just because she was too lazy to argue with ordinary people. Now...

She usually takes revenge on the spot when she has a grudge.

Just as Liu Zhenying and Qu Xiaojue were half leaning together, chatting away, everyone in the Cultural Relics Academy finally felt a slight difficulty breathing. They looked at each other and involuntarily accelerated the things in their hands.

Soon, as a wooden box was returned to its place, the sound of heavy objects rubbing against each other was finally heard from the stone door.

"The door is open."

Some people in the crowd exclaimed, while others rushed to the door to breathe fresh air, and some even focused all their attention on the wooden box: "Mr. Guan, since this wooden box is the center of the core tomb, it must be stored there.

It is the most valuable cultural relic, should we try to open it?"

It was Zhang Enzhong who had just touched the wooden box. He also came over and said, "I tried it just now and it couldn't be opened at all. There must be a mechanism."

The wooden box could not be moved at will, so Guan Lao could only circle it back and forth several times. His slightly old voice was uncertain: "This may be a structure similar to Luban Lock. I don't have deep research on this aspect."

, Qiu Xue, come here and take some photos, and ask someone to ask after we go back."

"Okay, Mr. Guan."

But Zhang Enzhong seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes drifted towards Liu Zhenying.

She was half-leaning in Qu Xiaojue's arms, her almond-shaped eyes were slightly squinted, and her red lips occasionally moved, as if she was whispering something. Her whole person showed a kind of laziness and casualness that was incompatible with this place, and it was also extremely unpleasant to look at.

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Zhang Enzhong immediately raised his voice: "Teacher Yu Fei, I heard that you are very proficient in cultural relic appraisal. I have just been assigned to our cultural relics institute for internship. I have never dealt with you before, and I don't know whether you are worthy of your reputation. Why don't you help me?"
Chapter completed!