Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

"I hear you say that, and I accept your words, comrade. If there ever comes a time when I turn around, when we meet again, I will treat you to coffee, the best cat poop coffee," the old lady said. , "My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Mingyu. Comrade, what is your name? Your accent sounds like you are not from here. Where can I find you in the future?"

Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled, "My surname is Feng, and my name is Feng Qingxue. I am more likely to settle in the capital in the future. If you have the opportunity to visit the capital, I will treat you to a Western restaurant in Moscow to eat Western food."

Because the old lady talked about drinking coffee, she guessed that the old man might like Western food.

How many beauties during the Republic of China era had no contact with Western culture?

"Feng Qingxue?" The old lady chewed the name twice in her mouth, "What is your relationship with Feng Qingyun?"

Feng Qingxue was stunned for a moment, "Do you know my sister?"

Zhou Mingyu couldn't help but laugh, "I don't know, Feng Qingyun came to Shanghai to perform a few years ago. I heard her sing and watched her movies. The names are the same, and you and her are very similar, so I asked. Say. To be honest, you are more like an old friend of mine, the movie queen of Shiliyangchang, than she is, and I feel a little warm after meeting you."

Hearing the words "Movie Queen", Feng Qingxue couldn't help but said: "Many people say that I look like her. In fact, we are similar. I am just an ordinary person, but I don't have that kind of elegance."

Zhou Mingyu sneered: "How can we compare with suppressing human nature in all aspects?"

Feng Qingxue heard the resentment in her words and remained silent.

Zhou Mingyu obviously also knew that what he said could easily offend others, so he quickly swallowed down the other words that he had not spoken yet, "If you don't say this anymore, don't you have something to do? Come on, let's see you again if we are destined."

Feng Qingxue nodded and quickly returned to the guest house to take a shower and change clothes.

The guest house does not provide hot water for bathing, so the water and bathtub were previously stored in the space.

After taking a shower and eating something, Feng Qingxue began to practice calligraphy and painting. She left the guest house at night, avoided people, and sneaked into the courtyard of the cultural relics department quietly. She didn't have Lu Jiang's ability, so she could only use the help of space. After using the ladder, he climbed in and went directly to the door of the warehouse where cultural relics and antiques were originally collected. He directly used the lockpicking tool to open the lock.

Fortunately, she had been participating in proper training in the army over the years, and some things were not difficult for him at all.

After such a long time, the warehouse had long been used for other purposes instead of being empty waiting for her to return things, so she was dumbfounded when she saw half of the warehouse with a flashlight.

Many things are cultural relics and antiques.

Upon closer inspection, it was obvious that they had been collected by the cultural relics department over the years, but a quick glance revealed that they were both genuine and fake.

Even if it is genuine, it is not as precious as Feng Qingxue took it away.

Feng Qingxue did not find this strange. After all, some cultural relic workers did not give up their responsibilities and collected cultural relics and antiques everywhere, like Huang Qingbai of the Huaihai Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau. Moreover, the country also set up a cultural relics store to specifically purchase cultural relics.

It’s just inconvenient to return the property to its original owner.

After watching quietly for a moment, Feng Qingxue gave a wry smile. She first placed the easily damaged cultural relics and curios such as silk and paper in the open space of the warehouse. The remaining furniture, bronzes, jade, etc. were piled in the yard after filling the warehouse. , until all the things he had taken away were taken out, Feng Qingxue cleared away the traces, returned the same way, and had a good night's sleep until dawn.