0p0 Chapter 118 Museum
Chapter 118 Museum
Hearing Liao Fan's question, Tang Zhenguo smiled slightly while facing away from Liao Fan. When he turned around, he immediately returned to normal. Then he asked with some confusion: "Why? Why are you asking this?"
Liao Fan thought about it and decided that since he had already said it, he might as well say it openly. So he told Tang Zhenguo some less sensitive information about how he had asked Yang Xue to come to Hong Kong to inquire about whether there were any small private museums that were ready to be transferred.
After listening to Liao Fan's story, a subtle sly flicker crossed Tang Zhenguo's eyes. He thought to himself, "You little bastard, are you trying to fool me here? Haha." He then gestured for Liao Fan to follow him to his study.
After sitting down again, Tang Zhenguo lit up his half-smoked cigar and asked, "Afan, tell me your request. I want to see if you have any reliable friends."
When Liao Fan saw this scene, he was shocked. It turned out that this old man had just taken him to see his collection, not to show off to him, but to set a trap for him.
Now, although I had not originally planned to use my connections to ask the Tang family for help, I was finally hooked out.
However, now that the words have been spoken, it would seem too deliberate to take them back. There was no other way, so Liao Fan had to repeat the request he had made to Yang Xue before.
"Mr. Tang, the thing is, I have a few of these items in mainland China and other places abroad. I plan to buy a small private museum and bring the items back to put them in it.
Not only that, I don't just want to build a treasure room, but I also plan to open my collection to the public for exhibition when it reaches a certain size.
So, although I don’t care how big the museum is, I do want it to have all the necessary formalities.”
After hearing Liao Fan's words, Tang Zhenguo looked at him in astonishment. After thinking for a moment, he asked curiously, "Why don't you just take it to the mainland? Do you have to build a museum here? Can't you keep it privately?"
Liao Fan sneered after hearing this and said, "Old man, you might not be familiar with the situation over there. If it's just ordinary bottles and jars, it's fine. But if it's something that makes a lot of noise, as soon as people know about it, you won't be able to live in peace. Countless people will be running over there all day and night to lobby you, trying every possible way to get you to donate."
"So you don't want to donate it? You can choose not to donate if you want. Who can force you to donate?"
"Haha, old man, you don't know this. Over there, there are some things that you really can't help but think about. And to be honest, it's not that I don't want to donate.
Let me put it this way, three years ago at the Sotheby's spring auction in Taipei, there was a blue and white porcelain brush washer that had been placed in a museum before. In the same year, at the Christie's auction in Hong Kong, there was a painting, whose name I forgot, that was also a collection from there.
But have you ever thought about why those antiques suddenly appeared at the auction house?"
"What! Are you talking about the one from three years ago..."
"Yes, that's the one you're talking about!"
"How can it be!"
"Haha, how is that impossible? Every year, many cultural relics in the official museums on the mainland are 'accidentally damaged' due to various reasons during maintenance. And where do those 'damaged' relics go? No one knows!"
"Oh my God! Those are national treasures! How could this be possible!"
"Hey, what's wrong with a national treasure? Even if it's a national treasure, it still belongs to the government. You know the price that painting sold for three years ago. That's more money than a mid-level official could earn in several lifetimes."
"Huh. My god, these street thugs are so bold. Aren't they afraid of being investigated?"
"Investigate? How can we investigate? These were all accidentally messed up by the 'temporary workers', and they're all 'broken'. The intact ones can't even be displayed properly, so who would care about the broken ones?"
After listening to Liao Fan's story, Tang Zhenguo felt that his three views were about to collapse. He sat in the chair for a long time before he recovered: "Oh, this world is really... I understand what you mean."
After saying that, he picked up his phone and started searching. This scene really made Liao Fan dumbfounded.
Seeing Liao Fan's expression, Tang Zhenguo smirked and said, "Why? Even an old man like me knows how to use a phone. Let me tell you, not only do I know how to use it, I'm just as good as you young people. I even have my own TikTok account."
After saying that, he opened the Douyin APP very proudly, then clicked on his own homepage and held it in front of Liao Fan.
Seeing the picture on Tang Zhenguo's mobile phone, Liao Fan was a little amused. This man didn't look like an octogenarian at all.
He took back his phone and exited the app. After a while, Tang Zhenguo dialed a number.
"Hey, Old Huang, it's me. Have you found a buyer for your museum? ... Hey, yes, I have a young man who wants to buy a private museum. I'll give him your contact information later. Can you guys find some time to talk?
...Talk to him about these things yourself, don't ask me. Okay, it's okay, that's all, hanging up... No, no, I'm not feeling well lately and I'm not going anywhere. Okay, that's it."
Looking at Tang Zhenguo who had hung up the phone, Liao Fan was speechless. "How dare you say you're not feeling well in your current state?" he asked. "You're just trying to fool me."
After hanging up the phone, Liao Fan chatted with Tang Zhenguo for a while, then found a reason and left the Tang family with Tang Shilong.
Sitting in the car, watching the villa gradually disappear from view, Liao Fan hugged Tang Yunong in his arms and asked in a low voice: "How was it? What did those women talk to you about?"
Hearing Liao Fan's question, Tang Yunong thought for a moment and said, "What else can we talk about? It's nothing more than those topics between women. Oh, by the way, I can help you solve a small problem this time."
"What do you mean?" Tang Yunong's words aroused Liao Fan's curiosity.
"Hehe, the beautiful woman sitting next to me is Tang Shilong's fourth aunt, you know this, right?"
"I heard this from Tang Shilong. He said his mother was on vacation in France with her bestie and couldn't make it back for the time being. Also missing was his fourth uncle, who was busy with the company's transformation and is currently in Australia. So, in the end, he asked his fourth aunt, who also came alone, to sit next to you to keep you company. But what does this have to do with the favor you mentioned?"
"Of course it's related. Have you forgotten what Tang Shilong's fourth uncle does?"
"You mean?" At this moment, Liao Fan finally reacted.
"That's right, you haven't found a house that satisfies you yet. Instead of letting Yang Xue wander around like a headless chicken, it's better to find someone in the industry."
Liao Fan thought about it and it made sense, but he still hesitated and asked, "So you asked her to ask her husband for you?"
"No, I just added her WeChat and wanted to ask what you think."
Hearing Tang Yunong say this, Liao Fan suddenly felt satisfied. Although it was just a very simple thing, it reflected the status of Liao Fan in Tang Yunong's heart.
"If you haven't asked, then don't ask for now. There's no need to ask her about this kind of thing. I can just ask Tang Shilong to think of a solution."
After saying that, Liao Fan took out his cell phone in front of Tang Yunong and sent a WeChat message to Tang Shilong.
"Old Tang, do me a favor. I'm planning to buy a villa. It doesn't have to be too big, but the environment must be good. I plan to settle down here in the future."
After waiting for about 5 minutes, Tang Shilong replied: "OK, no big deal. By the way, do you want to hang out tonight? A friend of mine said his company just signed a few new trainees. I bet you haven't seen them yet~ Hehe."
Upon seeing this message, Liao Fan suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. He subconsciously grabbed the phone, then thought to himself, "Why are you trying to cover up something?" He then replied righteously, "No, no, I'm not going to hang out with you guys. Your sister-in-law is really tired lately."
After replying the message, Liao Fan pretended to be nonchalant and put away his phone. Then he said casually, "This kid must have been holding his fart in. I have to keep my distance from him from now on."
After saying that, he tightened his left hand around Tang Yunong and deliberately rubbed his head against Tang Yunong's neck.
But before he could raise his head, he heard the phone ring twice again.