There Is A Dragon In My Well

It’s over, the show crew is dead this time!

Originally, the director planned to use his connections to invite a familiar friend from a treasure appraisal program.

I came here to "fight against counterfeiting" and said that the antiques were fake and I was going to waste the compensation.

Now it’s okay, people come directly from the country!

I can't rely on it even if I want to.

What's even more frightening is that people from the state want to take away the antiques, but the program directed by me basically destroys the antiques to pieces.

This damn thing is destroying national cultural relics!

Even without knowing it, he would probably be taken away for interrogation.

As for the program, let alone, it is designated to be suspended!

Now the director could no longer act up and became a good boy.

"Good man, good man!"

Chu Qiu looked at the program director who was looking down on him and became more and more pleased with him.

If it hadn't been for him, if he hadn't started this live show!

Where can I get such a good opportunity?

Not only can I receive the country’s little red flag, but I can also get compensation for the value of the antique itself?

Gaining both fame and fortune, is there anything more exciting than this?

Thinking of this, Chu Qiu felt secretly happy and quickly answered the phone.

"Hey, Ms. Zhao, are you here?"

"We're here, right? OK, I'm in room 1068."

After hanging up the phone, within two minutes, the click of high heels could be heard in the corridor at the door.

Then a slender and graceful female figure appeared at the door.

Behind him were an old scholar and a group of public security officers.

"Room 1086, the doors are open, that's it!"

Zhao Qian looked up at the room number and stepped in with a calm expression.

A group of public security officers left four to guard the door while the rest also poured into the room.

But when a group of people entered, they were confused by the room full of people.

"Why... why are there so many people?"

Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment and looked around everyone.

Elderly people, children, photographers, staff…

It feels like I've walked into a show.

"What's going on in this room?"

Finally, her eyes fell on Chu Qiu and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Hello, Ms. Zhao."

Chu Qiu smiled and greeted.

He was about to receive the award, and he was smiling like a child.

"That's right. This is the director of the Morality and Bottom Line program. I'm honored to be their test subject today."

Chu Qiu glanced at the director and said with a smile: "It's just that there was an accident during the experiment. The antiques I salvaged and prepared to hand over to the country were accidentally damaged by them."

"Now, we are seriously discussing this matter and see how we should deal with it!"

"Wait a minute, you said... the antique was broken?"

Zhao Qian frowned and suddenly noticed a pile of debris on the floor.

His whole expression changed instantly: "Don't tell me that the fragments on the ground are just broken antique fragments!"

Chu Qiu quickly waved his hand: "I didn't tell you, you guessed it yourself..."

"Pfft... Hahaha, Brother Qiu is so bad, what's the difference between this and telling her."

"Yes, it's better to tell her. The truth she guesses will be even crueler."

"I guess it's because the parents are beautiful and intellectual, and they are deliberately teasing them!"

In the live broadcast room, netizens and fans began to boo.

Zhao Qian's face was obviously confused by Chu Qiu's answer.

But fortunately, she was a government employee with extremely high qualifications, so she didn't say anything.

Instead, he asked calmly: "How many antiques were salvaged in total? How many were damaged? And how many are left now?"

When Chu Qiu heard this, he wondered how I could answer such a complicated question.

He simply stretched out his hand and handed the small notebook to the other party.

"See for yourself, basically everything is broken..."

Zhao Qian glanced at it and was stunned.

"List of Damaged Personal Items and Compensation Claims"

private?

Isn't this an antique that is being handed over to the country?

Why did it become private?

Zhao Qian stared at Chu Qiu suspiciously, but when she looked down, her face slowly turned pale.

"This... actually destroyed so many antiques?"

"There are also ancient books from the Han Dynasty. These are cultural relics, and they have been torn up!"

"Who did it? Why didn't you come forward to stop it? Do you know how precious this antique artifact is?"

Zhao Qian looked at the ruined antiques listed in the small notebook and couldn't accept it for a while.

At this moment, the naughty child hugged the old lady and started crying.

After all, he was only a five- or six-year-old kid, and he showed strong performance in the face of two waves of people.

Knowing that he had gotten into a big trouble, he was so frightened that he couldn't bear the pressure and cried.

When he cried, Zhao Qian was a little confused. Then she suddenly looked at Chu Qiu and said, "Don't tell me that these antiques were broken by this kid, right?"

Chu Qiu spread her hands helplessly and glanced at the program director, "Ask him!"

Zhao Qian immediately turned her eyes, stared at the director and said: "Explain what is going on!"

Faced with Zhao Qian's strong aura, the program director could only explain the situation from beginning to end.

And knowing the truth and the causes and consequences of all this, Zhao Qian couldn't help being dumbfounded.

What is this?

Isn’t it too bloody?

If it weren't for her personal experience, Zhao Qian would have thought that this was a bloody plot deliberately designed in the novel!

It's such a rip-off...it's a rip-off to the country.

Seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, the program director suddenly had a flash of quick wit in his mind.

"Ms. Zhao, aren't these antiques going to be handed over to the state? They shouldn't be considered private, right? Do you think about this compensation?"

"Um?"

Chu Qiu's eyes narrowed, and she felt sick as if a fly had flown into her heart.

This grandson seems to care about eating rather than fighting!

Zhao Qian is also a very thoughtful person, and she still doesn't understand what the other person means.

Although the country does not have express regulations in this regard, there is still no chance of destroying antiques, right?

At that moment, he felt a little resentful in his heart and said, "Director, what is your last name?"

"Uh... surname is Feng." The director of the program team was stunned for a moment and said.

"Yes, Director Feng."

Zhao Qian nodded and said calmly: "I would like to ask, are the antiques handed over to the country not antiques?"

"Uh, yes!"

"If so, then you destroyed the antique, shouldn't you pay compensation according to the price?"

After Zhao Qian finished speaking, she asked and answered herself: "You should!"

"Legal punishment is only one of the penalties for destroying national antiques and cultural relics. You should also make corresponding financial compensation!"

"And this antique is a sincere gift from Mr. Chu to the country. If the antique is in good condition, the country will naturally accept it and reward it."

"But now that the antiques have been destroyed, the corresponding compensation should naturally be given to Mr. Chu. After all, the country also wants to lose face!"

"so…"

When Zhao Qian said this, she suddenly turned her head to look at Chu Qiu and said, "How much should he compensate you?"

"One hundred and twenty million!" Chu Qiu said without hesitation.

"What? Wasn't it still 100 million just now? Why did it suddenly become 120 million now?"

Director Feng shouted suddenly.

"The 100 million just now was because I felt sorry for you!"

"But now I realize that people like you are not worthy of pity at all, so the 20 million is my mental damage fee!"

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