Urban: I Got a Space-Time Mailbox and I Can Write to My Past Self

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As soon as this remark came out.

The audience was silent.

That young man Lin Xian, the original donor of "Dream of Red Mansions", the honorary curator of the Palace Museum, and a young man who is brave for righteousness, is a young man with unparalleled prestige.

Such "framed" the heroes of the people.

It's really disrespectful...

Curator Wu picked up the teacup, drank water tactically, closed his eyes and said nothing.

To be the curator of the Forbidden City, as smart as him, how could he not even see this?

From the beginning, Director Wu guessed that the last page was definitely not lost for no reason.

However, the Forbidden City has express regulations--

Regarding the cultural relics handed in on their own initiative, they will not ask the source or superfluous questions.

Therefore, Director Wu never asked Lin Xian any more questions.

People don't want to put millions of them, and hand in cultural relics free of charge. Compared with this noble spirit, the source of the cultural relics is not worth mentioning.

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The elders at the scene began to whisper.

Liu Yanqing coughed twice, and when the scene was quiet, shook his head:

"Don't talk nonsense."

Everyone bowed their heads and stopped speaking.

But for a long time...

Liu Yanqing coughed twice again:

"But...I think...we can visit Lin Xian and ask him to give us a poem."

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A word to wake up the dreamer!

All the old men sit up straight!

Yes!

They always think about how to miss the last page and where did the last page go.

In fact, it doesn't matter where the last page is and whether it exists or not!

The important thing is the poem above, the content above!

The atmosphere of the scene immediately became active!

"Right, right, right! Or what Liu Lao said is right! What's the matter with his last page? We only need to know the content of the poem!"

"Yeah! We can ask the honorary curator to chant a poem to us! Who said that must be the ending of "A Dream of Red Mansions"?"

"We just want to hear curator Lin's poem! It has nothing to do with "Dream of Red Mansions" or anything!"

"Eh~ that's right, just like listening to young people reading poems, just playing!"

"Curator Lin has such a noble character, then there must be noble poetry! I would like to exchange my "Shengju Tu" for Mr. Lin's calligraphy!"

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Liu Yanqing's "crooked ideas" made the old people's thinking instantly clear!

The same problem can be solved by another way of thinking!

Liu Yanqing looked to Director Wu:

"Xiao Wu, is Lin Xian still in Guotai Hotel? When will he leave the imperial capital?"

"I will arrange the special car for him for the ticket at 6 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and take him to the airport at 4 o'clock."

Liu Yanqing nodded and glanced at the literary masters:

"Then... let's make an appointment tomorrow after lunch and visit Mr. Lin together."

"Don't make public statements about asking for poems. At the same time, everyone knows the rules and don't go empty-handed."

The elders nodded one after another!

Ask for calligraphy, there is no rule to go empty-handed!

They naturally understood what Liu Yanqing meant.

For people like them who are pursuing realm, money is something outside the body, as long as they can know the ending poem of "A Dream of Red Mansions", they are willing to bankrupt their family!

It's not too early.

After arranging a meeting time tomorrow, the elders walked out of the constant temperature room one by one.

In the outer corridor, there are countless black suit bodyguards, drivers, secretaries, babysitters...

He helped them walk into the yard.

In the yard, all kinds of luxury cars, commercial vehicles, and station wagons are parked neatly.

Maybach...Red Flag...Lexus...Alpha...

The license plate number of each one is shocking.

There are even many license plates...none of them are blue!

Hum——

boom! ! !

Hum————

The luxury car took his old man and left the Forbidden City...

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the next day.

After Lin Xian finished lunch, he went back to the room to pack his luggage.

Director Wu arranged a special car for himself, and took him directly to the airport in a while.

Jingle Bell—— Jingle Bell—— Jingle Bell——

The landline phone in the room rang.

Lin Xian answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Hello, Mr. Lin! This is the front desk. There are some old gentlemen who want to meet you. Do you think the meeting room can arrange for you at the most high-end 1001?"

Lin Xian frowned.

Why does anyone come to see me at this time?

"Sorry, you help me tell them that I am leaving, it is not convenient to meet them."

At this moment, the voice of drooling came from the microphone.

The voice is a little nervous:

"That...Mr. Lin Xian...I think you still...see you..."

"These old comrades, uh... are some famous big people!"

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