Yang Bo has already made a plan. He will leave here soon and return to Jinling.

Recently, a reporter has been staring at his museum, trying to stir up trouble. Although Yang Bo has asked Cui Shiyuan to help block some media channels, there are too many channels to speak out online, so this reporter has been holding on.

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Cui Shiyuan also heard about this matter, and he said: "Don't worry about the museum. The old man has made it clear to others specifically that it will not affect you."

"It's not a question of whether it will affect or not, it's just that with such a mad dog keeping a close eye on me, I'm afraid there will be trouble later. Moreover, I've been here for too long, and things here are pretty much handled, so it should be

Left." Yang Bo said.

Cui Shiyuan was a little helpless, "Well, since you have made your plans, I won't keep you any longer, but if you encounter any difficulties, give me a call."

"I will." Yang Bo said.

Yang Bo returned to the room, Luo Qing was packing his things, Lin Lin was going back to the Imperial Capital tomorrow, and Hua Qingyun had left a few days ago.

Luo Qing looked at Yang Bo, "We had discussed going to Fuyu Jewelry's store to inspect, but then we were in a hurry to come to the Central Plains, so we forgot about it."

Yang Bo nodded, "No time has passed. Didn't you say that we would establish a supervisory department last time?"

"We have never been there, so we can't leave this kind of thing to them!" Luo Qing said.

Yang Bo hesitated, "I'm going back to Jinling soon, and I'm afraid it will take a while before I can go to Guangdong Province."

Luo Qing suggested: "Okay, let's split our troops into two groups. You go to Jinling, and I'll go to the Hong Kong government to handle this matter. We'll meet again then."

Yang Bo frowned and stared at Luo Qing, "You don't want to go to Jinling?"

Luo Qing shook his head and said nothing.

Yang Bo was helpless, Luo Qing still seemed to think that he and Hua Qingyun had something to do with each other, but how should he explain this kind of thing?

The next day, Yang Bo and his entourage took a flight to Jinling, while Luo Qing returned to Hong Kong alone.

When he arrived in Jinling, Yang Bo met Zhang Jin, the person in charge of the museum, and asked him about the recent situation.

"We have taken coercive measures and will not allow him to come in, but this reporter seems to be very well-connected. He bribed other people and asked tourists to help take photos, and he went back to write articles by himself," Zhang Jin said.

Yang Bo frowned, "Didn't I tell you last time? I asked you to write a story for each cultural relic. Why can he still find the clue?"

Zhang Jin was helpless, "Mr. Yang, we can't control him if he has his mouth on the other person's head. He makes up stories at random, but they are very marketable, and we can't control him at all!"

"Send a lawyer's letter and file a lawsuit with him." Yang Bo said directly.

Zhang Jin nodded, "Okay, I'll send the lawyer's letter as soon as possible, but I'm afraid this won't stop the other party from continuing to hack us."

"Have you contacted the other party or communicated with them? What did the other party say?" Yang Bo asked.

"They were unwilling to communicate more. I promised them 200,000 yuan to solve the problem, but because of this incident, the other party thought that we must have a problem and must expose us," Zhang Jin said.

Yang Bo snorted coldly, "If that's the case, then I'll stay with you until the end!"

Yang Bo did not expect that this wave of events would have such a big impact on the Internet. Last time there was a problem in the museum, Yang Bo had already prepared a response strategy and completely suppressed the print media.

But this time it broke out suddenly. While he was still in Zhongyuan Province, he heard about the comments on the Internet. The other party spread rumors and made up different stories about the origins of many cultural relics in the museum, and also gave clear origins.

Yang Bo had deliberately checked online before, and he found that the other party was completely talking nonsense. He knew the origin of these things much better than the other party!

Luo Yaohua stood aside and said with a smile: "Since there is no agreement, it means that the price you offered is too low. There is no business that cannot be negotiated, only a price that cannot be given!"

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Jin, "Help me contact the other party. I want to meet him."

Zhang Jin nodded, "Okay, I'll contact you right away."

Yang Bo didn't expect that the other party would reply quickly. They were sitting in a teahouse in the afternoon.

The other person looked to be in his thirties, with a thin build, wearing glasses with severe myopia, his small eyes were shining brightly, and he looked extremely shrewd.

Yang Bo went alone. When he saw the other party, he didn't say hello and just sat down.

Neither of them spoke a word and sat quietly.

After a moment, the other party finally said: "Mr. Yang, should I call you Mr. Cui?"

Yang Bo stared at the other person, "Who are you? Why do you do this?"

The man laughed and said, "I'm just a nobody, Mr. Yang, it's better not to go into details."

Yang Bo frowned and said, "I want to settle this matter. How much do you think it will cost?"

The man smiled and said: "Mr. Yang, you are so well-known in the Hong Kong government, and you once won three billion in gambling. Do you think that such a rich man still cares about this little pocket money?"

Yang Bo looked at the other party. It was obvious that the other party was well prepared and had investigated him very carefully, otherwise he would not know his details.

"No one's money comes from the strong wind. Just tell me how much you want!" Yang Bo said.

The man then laughed and said: "You can win three billion in one big gamble, almost overnight. Could it be that such money is not brought by the strong wind?"

Yang Bo didn't say much. He guessed in his heart that the other party did this because he hated the rich.

"One hundred million. I only want one hundred million from you. As long as the money arrives, this matter will end here." The man said.

Yang Bo stared at the other person and laughed, "One hundred million?"

"Yes, this is only one-thirtieth of three billion. I think this number shouldn't be too difficult for you!" the man said.

Yang Bo smiled and said: "If I really hand over this 100 million to you, how long do you think I will be imprisoned? Ten years, twenty years, or indefinitely?"

The man shook his head, "I know that Mr. Yang is not such a person. I'm afraid you don't know very well. I have handed over all the black materials in the museum to my friends. If I really go in or disappear, these materials will appear in

on the market.”

"That's nonsense. What kind of black material can be found in my museum?" Yang Bo said.

The man stared at Yang Bo, "As far as I know, there is a Tang engraved version of "The Analects" in the museum. Is that book from Xianyang?"

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment and stared at the other person, "Who are you?"

Yang Bo had previously thought that the other party was completely fabricating it, but the Tang Dynasty edition of "The Analects" that the other party just mentioned was indeed obtained from the tomb in Xianyang when Lu Dongxing invited him.
Chapter completed!