Supernatural treasure hunter

Chapter 84 Trading
He stood quietly, and finally, he moved, his steps were slow, and his hands were attached to each piece of collection.

The entire hall is not very big, but he walked for a long time. After touching the last collection with his fingers, he sighed heavily, and two lines of tears flowed down.

His hoarse voice echoed in the library, he raised his head, trying to pour back his tears, but it was useless, instead it became more turbulent, dripping straight down on the floor with a pattering sound.

Like a helpless old man, he stood there hunched over, trembling.

His low-pitched crying echoed throughout the collection, and it was heartbreaking to hear. He knew he couldn't keep them, couldn't keep them.

Ada, who was standing outside the collection hall, had red eyes, gritted her teeth, and suppressed herself so that she could not cry, but the tears were still welling up, out of her control at all.

Adrian patted her on the shoulder, reassuring her.

Finally she couldn't bear it any longer, and cried loudly, hugged Adrian's shoulder and sobbed loudly, asking intermittently, "Why, why, why did you do this!"

If Li Shang was here, he would definitely tell her the reason for this, and talk about the family and country hatred that makes the heart of the country sad.

Who knows how much blood and tears the Chinese people shed just like them, only hated those invaders for being so unscrupulous.

Adrian hugged her, didn't say anything, only sighed heavily, which made people feel emotional!

The officials next to him didn't speak either. They lowered their heads and paused, which made people feel sad.

"You guys, come in!"

Hearing this voice, Ada wiped her tears, Adrian sighed, and the officials secretly wiped their tears and walked in silently.

The curator of the Louvre's eyes were red, his face was stained with tears, he staggered, and said to them in a hoarse voice, "Go and move, be careful."

He couldn't bear to look at it, he was afraid and couldn't help crying, he walked straight to the door of the collection hall, and sat on the cold steps with his buttocks, his figure was a bit hunched.

The officials present were also cautious, no one made a sound, and quietly put the collection in front of them into the box one by one carefully.

Their steps are very light. When they take things out of the library, and when they pass by the curator, they will walk lightly and walk carefully.

The curator's closed eyes trembled slightly. He has worked here for decades, and he treats it like his own home, and every collection in it is like his own child.

He was very uncomfortable, he knew everyone who passed by, he just didn't dare to open his eyes, he was afraid of seeing the things in their hands and couldn't help it, he was trying his best to restrain himself.

Finally, when the last person walked out of the collection hall, he opened his eyes, with nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes, just standing quietly at the door of the collection hall, looking at the evacuated collection hall.

Finally he sighed, closed the door, and the hoarse voice sounded again, "Let's go!"

Walking through the corridor of the Louvre, looking at the collections on both sides of the corridor, somehow his pace slowed down, with a trace of nostalgia and reluctance, he murmured softly, "It's time to go~~"

He can still recall that when he was a child, the previous curator patted his head, pointed to the collections in front of him, and said in a proud tone, "These are our pride, and this is a symbol of our brilliance."

He still remembered that the previous curator held him in his arms and said kindly to him, "When you grow up, you must protect these brilliance of ours!"

He still remembers that when the last curator passed away, he held his hand and said to himself, "The greatest wish in his life is to find the Mona Lisa, the pride of France." I hope he can find it for him.

Through the thick glass window in his hand, he looked at the original collection and its original glory, his fingers trembled, and he sighed.

Although their pride, the Mona Lisa, was back, Zeng Jin's pride was gone, and he knew it was time for him to leave.

Although the footsteps were not fast, it seemed to him in a blink of an eye. He could remember every detail of his stay here. He thought that he could no longer shed tears, but he didn't expect that when he turned around, the tears still flowed out .

After all the people came out, he closed the door with tears in his eyes. He knew that he had made a decision and he no longer wanted to come back.

These officials seemed to have guessed the meaning of the curator, they did not persuade or urge, they only understood, quietly understood.

"Let's go!"

This time he didn't miss it, and took these officials away with a sense of freedom and relief.

The French president in the Elysee Palace also received the news. He could understand the curator's approach and did not refuse, silently signing his resignation.

When the news spread, they were silent, but they resented Li Shang even more in their hearts. Li Shang has become the public enemy of France now. It can be said that if Li Shang appears in France, then the crazy French people will definitely kill him. Torn to shreds.

The curator of the Louvre disappeared, no one knew where he went, and no one saw him again.

These [-] Huaxia collections were flown back to Seattle in the United States overnight, waiting for a deal with Li Shang.

The media from all over the world gathered here, especially next to Li Shang's manor. These media directly guarded here, unwilling to give up any opportunity to find news.

After a day, around noon the next day, under the escort of the escort, a convoy slowly drove towards Li Shang's manor.

These are the hundreds of Chinese national treasures escorted by France, and they are surrounded by police with guns to protect them, for fear of any accidents.

Under the vigilance of the police and the expectation of the media, the vehicle slowly drove into Li Shang's manor.

With a cold face, Adrian pointed to the escort vehicle behind him, "Look, I'll save you from reneging on debt later!"

Li Shang smiled, didn't look at it at all, and said, "I can trust the reputation of the French, so there is no need to check it!"

Adrian narrowed his eyes sharply, as if he wanted to see through Li Shang's state of mind, but after watching for a while, he said in a low voice, "Now, hand over the 'Mona Lisa'!"

Li Shang smiled, "Of course." Li Shang greeted Yaheng, Yaheng nodded proudly, and walked into the house.

After a while, Yaheng came over with the Mona Lisa wrapped in dark green canvas. Not only did Adrian's eyelids twitch, but even ordinary people present couldn't stand it.

In fact, when Li Shang handed the Mona Lisa to Yaheng, Yaheng was full of disbelief. He originally thought that Li Shang didn't know it was true when he appraised it in the Louvre. , That's why he is so bold and unrestrained, but he didn't expect Li Shang to still be like this now.

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