"Listening to you say this, then I’ll take your good words, comrade. If that day really cos, when I finally turn my life around, I’ll treat you to coffee, the best-tasting civet coffee," the old lady said. "My surna is Zhou, my na is Zhou Mingyu. Comrade, what’s your na? Your accent doesn’t sound local, where will I find you in the future?"
Feng Qingxue smiled lightly, "My surna is Feng, and my na is Feng Qingxue. I am likely to settle in the Capital in the future. If you ever have a chance to visit, I’ll take you to the Moscow Western Restaurant for a al."
Since the old lady ntioned drinking coffee, she guessed the lady might like Western food.
During the Republic of China era, how many beauties hadn’t been exposed to Western culture?
"Feng Qingxue?" The old lady chewed on the na twice. "What’s your relationship to Feng Qingyun?"
Feng Qingxue was montarily taken aback, "You know my sister?"
Zhou Mingyu couldn’t help but laugh, "No, I don’t know her. Feng Qingyun ca to Shanghai to perform a few years ago. I heard her sing and saw her films. The na is in the sa line, and you look very much alike, so I asked. Actually, you remind more of an old acquaintance of mine, the film empress of the bustling city—eting you feels a bit familiar."
Hearing the words "film empress," Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but say, "Many people say I resemble her, but it’s just a coincidence that people look alike. I’m just an ordinary person, not as extraordinarily talented as she."
Zhou Mingyu sneered, "In every aspect, suppressing one’s true nature, how can there be any comparison?"
Feng Qingxue heard the resentnt in her words and remained silent.
Zhou Mingyu apparently realized her words were susceptible to criticism and hurriedly swallowed other words that had yet to co out, "Let’s not talk about this. Weren’t you busy with sothing? Go ahead. We’ll et again if fate allows."
Feng Qingxue nodded, quickly returned to the hostel to take a bath and change clothes.
The hostel didn’t provide hot water for baths, so the water and bathtub were stored in the space from before.
After bathing and having a little sothing to eat, Feng Qingxue began practicing calligraphy and painting. At night, she left the hostel, avoiding people, and silently sneaked into the art and artifacts departnt courtyard. She didn’t have Lu Jiang’s skills, so she could only rely on the ladder from her space. After entering, she went straight to the warehouse door where she had stored artifacts and used lockpicking tools to open it.
Fortunately, over the years, she had been involved in appropriate training in the army, so so things were not difficult for her.
After such a long ti, the warehouse had already been repurposed and wasn’t empty waiting for her to return things, which is why she was dumbfounded upon seeing half the warehouse full of items when she shone her flashlight.
Many items were cultural relics and antiques.
Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that the relics collected over the years were a mixture of real and fake.
Even if genuine, they weren’t as precious as what Feng Qingxue had taken.
Feng Qingxue wasn’t surprised by this, as so cultural relics workers had not abandoned their duties, collecting cultural relics and antiques from around, just like Huaibei City’s cultural relics bureau’s Huang Qingbai. Moreover, the nation had set up cultural relics stores specifically for purchasing relics.
It’s just inconvenient for her to return them to their original owners.
After observing for a mont, Feng Qingxue gave a bitter laugh, first placing the silk and paper cultural relics, which were easily damaged, on the empty space of the warehouse. The remaining furniture, bronzes, and jades were piled in the courtyard after filling the warehouse. Once everything she had taken was returned, Feng Qingxue erased her traces and retraced her steps, sleeping soundly until dawn.
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