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Chapter 65

As soon as Zhao Yida left, Wu Qinghai said to Ding Changlin: "Director Ding, Lao Zhao told me that you wanted to arrange for someone to enter the museum, right?"

Ding Changlin didn't expect Wu Qinghai to ask about this directly, so he quickly said: "Yes, Director Wu, when I was in Changle Village, I was always taken care of by the village party secretary. Secretary Feng only had one son and wanted to find a career in the city, so

I would like to ask Director Wu for a favor. Are there any jobs like security guards?"

"Director Ding, there is indeed a shortage of people in the museum, but there is a shortage of professional people, and there is no shortage of security guards. If you are a girl, it will be easier. There will be a guide training in the province next week. If you are a girl, you can go to the training, and then

Come and be a docent in the museum.

As for boys, without professional knowledge in cultural relics, the museum will not be able to support idle people." Wu Qinghai said thoughtfully, and it was obvious that the museum had a lot of idle people.

When Ding Changlin heard that he needed a girl, he immediately thought of Misidi. He didn't know why, but he was happier than being able to arrange for Feng Haitao. He quickly said to Wu Qinghai: "I will bring a girl to Director Wu the day after tomorrow, if possible."

, just let her go to the province for training, okay?"

"How is the image?" Wu Qinghai asked.

"I've never seen it before. My sister has a very good image. Moreover, the little girl graduated from high school. As long as she is willing to study, she should be qualified for this job." When Ding Changlin said this, Misidi's shadow kept flickering. Unexpectedly, she unexpectedly caught her by surprise.

The promise he casually made to Misidi was fulfilled, which made Ding Changlin indescribably happy.

"The person Director Ding likes will definitely do it. You ask this girl to report directly to the library next week, and I will personally send her to the province for training." As Wu Qinghai was talking, Zhao Yida actually came with a bottle of wine.

Ding Changlin quickly took the wine from Zhao Yida and went around to Wu Qinghai to pour him wine himself. Zhao Yida couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Director Ding, I'll come, I'll come."

Ding Changlin smiled and said: "There is no leader today, I am the youngest, and you are all brothers. I will pour the wine. You can sit down and drink."

Wu Qinghai and Zhao Yida were startled. They didn't expect that young man Ding Changlin would recognize them as their brothers. They were surprised and surprised at the same time, so they stopped being polite to Ding Changlin and allowed him to pour the wine. After the wine was filled, Ding Changlin mentioned

Cup, looked at Wu Qinghai and Zhao Yida and said: "Brother Angkor, Brother Zhao, come, I'll toast you with this glass of wine. I'm new to this place. I'd like to ask your two elder brothers for your guidance and help in the future. I'll do it. You two elder brothers can do whatever you want."

." After saying that, Ding Changlin drank a glass of wine.

Wu Qinghai and Zhao Yida were startled again, and wanted to follow Ding Changlin to drink a glass of wine, but Ding Changlin said: "Don't do it, eat the vegetables first, if you want to do it, we will do it later."

Seeing that the young man really treated them, the two of them drank half of the wine, but Ding Changlin served them food and really treated them as brothers. They relaxed for a while, especially Zhao Yida.

He drunkenly said: "Director Ding, no, Brother Ding, it's not good for you to send the report to the government building in such a hurry. Those two old foxes are just waiting for the money you want to fill the hole."

When Wu Qinghai heard what Zhao Yida said, he knew that he could express his feelings today. He took Zhao Yida's words and said: "Brother Zhao is right. Brother Ding, if you really want to do something practical, the money must not go to the bureau. Those two

Old foxes are like geese who pluck their feathers. They have to reach out for our museum’s money every time. If I hadn’t held it up, they would have wanted to auction off the valuable calligraphy and paintings in the museum.

Also, Brother Ding, I am a person who is about to retire. I have a favorite candidate for the curator, but she is not from the camp of Director Cui and Director Cha. If Brother Ding can turn the tide in this matter, we can clear up some relations.

When everyone goes out, there will be vacant posts for those who Brother Ding wants to arrange."

When Ding Changlin heard this, the tone of his words completely changed. However, it was rare for Zhao Yida and Wu Qinghai to tell the truth to him. He wanted to say that he could not clear out the related households and become related households again, but he felt that this was too much.

After being pretentious, he gave up and asked Wu Qinghai directly: "Who is the person that Angkor wants to recommend?"

"It's our deputy director Liang Hongxia. She is forty years old, and it is a good time for her career. Director Cui's designated person is another deputy director Wang Shunfa. It is said that Lao Cui gave him a copy of "Quan Quan" written by Feng Dao.

Sutra, if it is an authentic work by Feng Dao, it is worth this amount." After Wu Qinghai finished speaking, he threw out a hand.

"Fifty thousand?" Ding Changlin was startled. He clearly had the authentic copy of the "Quan Jing" in his hand. It seemed that Wang Shunfa's so-called authenticity was fake and was used to trick Cui Jinshan. However, Ding Changlin looked at Wu Qinghai's raised hand and couldn't bear it.

Just asked.

"Brother Ding, are you kidding? The price is 500,000, not 50,000. Feng Dao's "The Book of Power" is the essence of his power skills. Even after nearly two thousand years, it has not been surpassed by future generations. I

I have never seen Feng Dao's original work, but the age can be identified. However, it is also difficult to identify a superb imitation. If the rumors are true, Wang Shunfa most likely stole the museum's original copy of Feng Dao's work, but I don't have it.

Evidence, but Wang Shunfa is very selfish. He is just a deputy director, but he arranged for six related households to be in the museum. There are a total of more than 20 people in the museum and six related households. Brother Ding, it makes me sad to think about it.

Ah, it hurts." As soon as Wu Qinghai finished speaking, he drank the glass of wine.

Ding Changlin was stunned when he heard Wu Qinghai's words. Five hundred thousand dollars. The book he accidentally picked up can actually buy a house in Jing'an City. My God, it's so valuable. But at the same time, he was worried.

After all, he stole it from Feng Dao's tomb, and the only person who knew about it was Misidi. If she told it, let alone the deputy director, his career would be over.

When Ding Changlin thought of this, he was extremely eager to see Misidi and deal with the authentic copy of the "Quan Jing". Fortunately, his book was not registered, so it can be said that he picked it up accidentally.

He really needs to think about it carefully.

Ding Changlin thought about the value of cultural relics, but he didn't expect the value to be so huge. It seems that if the museum wants it, it is really a bottomless pit. What's more, the Cultural Relics Bureau is in chaos, and the museum is also in chaos now.

So Ding Changlin looked at Wu Qinghai and asked: "Angkor, the valuable calligraphy, paintings, cultural relics and the like in the museum should be registered, right?"

"There is a record, but I have never seen Feng Dao's authentic copy of the "Quan Jing", and it is not on the record, so I don't know the specific situation. But I really want to hand over the museum to a person with too much selfishness.

, I'm worried that some of the treasures in the museum will become something in someone's pocket sooner or later." Wu Qinghai became more and more excited as he spoke. Zhao Yida on the side wanted to stop him, but it was too late. It seemed that this man was about to retire.

The old curator is going to spit it out.

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