The whole family came to the museum and went directly to a basement. Tian Xiaopang led the trio, as well as Fu Tianshan and Ivanov, and began to carry boxes to the basement. Some boxes were still very heavy.

"Master, do you need to broadcast live?" Ivanov asked habitually.

If this was a live broadcast, it would probably explode! Tian Xiaopang blinked his eyes twice, then shook his head, and said angrily: "I think about the live broadcast in everything, do you want to send your master to the cell?"

Ivanov shrugged inexplicably: It’s not that, even if it’s a restricted live broadcast, at most it’s just a ban. Can you still squat on the fence?

After all the things were carried into the basement, Tian Xiaopang closed the basement door and asked the trio to unbox it.

The trio numbered the boxes, so they opened one, took out the scrolls from it, and carefully placed them on the table. When they saw the scrolls, Mr. Yang was stunned: This was a long time!

Mr. Yang did not dare to neglect it, so he quickly took out a pair of gloves and put it on, and then opened a hanging scroll. The painting was made of silk, and there were two large blooming flowers in the painting.

Hiss, Old Master Yang took a breath, and then quickly rolled up the painting again, with a meditative look on his face.

"We haven't seen it yet!" Mr. Guan was a little anxious and yelled with his neck behind him.

Mr. Zhang still knows how to do it. He glanced at the painting just now, and his heart beat faster and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it the original work?"

Mr. Yang nodded solemnly, and then he saw Mr. Zhang standing unsteadily, and his body shook for a few times, and he actually fell backwards.

Fortunately, Tian Xiaopang was quick-witted and held him in a hurry: "Old man, is it okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a little too sudden and too excited." Old Master Zhang took a few deep breaths before he recovered. However, his face was flushed and his expression was still extremely excited.

Mr. Guan also helped him caress his chest, and he complained: "Isn't it just to read a painting? As for this, it's not stolen-"

Tian Xiaopang couldn't help but grab the back of the head, and then, Mr. Zhang angrily pulled the old man's palm aside: "You are right, you really steal it!"

Mr. Yang also smiled bitterly: "Little fat, you disappeared for a few days last week. You won't be able to do that case. Did you really do it?"

This incident was so sensational. Mr. Yang had heard it from the news a long time ago. He was quite worried about the stolen calligraphy and painting works. If they were destroyed, the loss would be too great.

"Not me, but I can't get rid of it either. Who made them my apprentice?" Tian Xiaopang looked at the trio. Is this a grasshopper on a rope?

At this time, Mr. Wang, the grandfather of Qiqige, exclaimed: "Are you talking about the case that happened in a few days?"

Qiqige saw that his grandfather was a little excited and quickly supported him from behind. After seeing Tian Xiaopang and the others nodded together, Mr. Wang also whispered: "You are too brave, too dangerous-"

"Good done!" A loud shout sounded, and the basement was filled with sound, buzzing loudly. However, Mr. Liang spoke. When he was young in the army, he had such a dream to lead troops to snatch back all the plundered good things. Unfortunately, it has not been realized. Now, someone has fulfilled his wish for him.

Tian Xiaopang said twice: "No one is allowed to spread this matter today, especially you little guys. Don't let it go, do you know - Come on, look at the painting first, look at the painting first."

The children all nodded in unison, and they obviously realized the seriousness of the matter. Even the little monkey kept lit his little head.

"No wonder Xiaobai said you are thief-" Qiqige also looked at the trio with a smile. Of course she had guessed it, and she felt extremely happy in her heart.

Mr. Yang then unfolded the scroll again: "This is a red and white hibiscus picture from the Song Dynasty. This is a red hibiscus, and there should be another volume. This is a collection of the Old Summer Palace. Later, he was wandering overseas and finally returned home today-"

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and his eyes turned red. This painting is definitely a national treasure-level cultural relic and represents the highest level of flower and bird paintings in the Song Dynasty. Now it is lost and regained, why doesn’t it make people sigh?

"The red and white hibiscus picture, why does this name sound so familiar? I seem to have heard it somewhere recently?" Ivanov muttered, then looked at the eldest brother.

Seeing this, Fu Tianshan took out his cell phone and showed him a piece of news. He immediately shocked Ivanov to cover his mouth and pointed one hand at the trio: "You - you, you, you have such exciting things, why don't you call the second senior brother?"

Mike shrugged: "Second Brother, if we really brought you with us, we might not have read the paintings here."

They still knew about Ivanov's ability. He was the worst among the four brothers. Now he was basically the one who couldn't do anything.

It hurts my self-esteem a little! Ivanov looked back at his master and felt a little unbalanced: the third and fourth brothers and the fourth brothers have all become more important than me after the introduction. Isn’t the master partial?

Tian Xiaopang reached out and patted Ivanov's head: "You have a poor foundation, stay honestly in the black hawkish, and wait for a lot of money."

Tian Xiaopang will definitely not do such things as pulling seedlings to help grow. Ivanov's temperament is more tempting and he has to grind slowly.

OK, Ivanov nodded in a ruthless manner, and then asked again: "Master, why did the stupid big man brought back by Uncle Gen look at me with a weird look, as if he was very sympathetic?" Of course, what he said was Jin Dali, who was directly led by Sarigen to train him.

"Look at the painting, look at the painting!" Of course, Tian Xiaopang couldn't say that this was a scare of Jin Dali, so he quickly changed the topic.

Over there, Mr. Yang had already unfolded another white lotus, two paintings were placed side by side, four big flowers, competing for beauty, making people feel the fragrance of the country.

Even though the scroll is old and yellow, it is still beautiful. Even the little babies in the family are fascinated by. Under the influence of Mr. Yang, the children also like calligraphy and painting, and they still know a little, at least, they are better than Mr. Guan who is looking around.

Oh oh! Only the little monkey kept shaking his head: what is the drawing, what is it? Isn’t it good to draw two flapping moths?

Everyone was watching the painting carefully. Suddenly, they saw the little monkey jumping onto the table, holding a brush in his hand, and the ink on the tip of the pen was almost ticking. He held the brush and poked directly onto the blooming lotus.

Ah——Old Master Yang shouted, trying to stop him, but his movements were not as fast as those of the little monkey.

As the brush fell on the scroll, suddenly, a slightly fat face appeared on the scroll, which was pressed on it, blocking the little monkey's pen. The little white pen was like a dragon and a snake, and it was finished in a few swishes.

Only then did Tian Xiaopang free his hand, snatch the brush, then moved his face away from the painting, and faced the little monkey, yelled: "Xiaobai, you are going to die!"

Mr. Yang was still scared, but the little kids couldn't help but want to laugh: the godfather had two black ink balls painted on his face. After raising his face, two ink traces flowed down from below, which looked quite funny.

Oh oh, the little monkey slapped his little arms twice, which means that I want to add two butterflies to it, so that it will be vivid.

Qiqige took out a tissue to help the fat man wipe his face. While wiping, he couldn't help laughing. The little monkey was not happy: Don't wipe it, my paintings are quite valuable—

After warning the little monkey, I continued to look at the paintings. Good guy, everyone is open today: fishing alone in the cold river, landscape pictures of snow scenes, and landscape pictures of Li Bai walking songs... Ancient paintings are like endless landscape scrolls and long corridors of characters, presented in front of me.

Each one can be regarded as a rare treasure and makes people fascinated by seeing it.

Tian Xiaopang was also very excited. Although he didn't understand much, he couldn't help but feel happy: I'll just be happy after snatching back so many good things.

"Boy, what are you going to deal with these national treasures?" Mr. Liang quietly pulled Tian Xiaopang aside and asked in a low voice.

"The things return to the original owner." Tian Xiaopang reported the researched plan to the old man. Mr. Liang couldn't help but comfort him and patted the little fat man on the shoulder: "I did not read the wrong person. Then leave these treasures to me and I will deal with them."

Of course this is the best. With the old man's rank, it is safest to deal with such things. You must know that what the trio brought back is not only calligraphy and painting, but also various cultural relics, and even bronze artifacts. Tian Xiaopang is really difficult to operate such a national weapon.

While discussing, I heard that Mr. Yang had a new discovery on his side: "This is a painting from the island country, why did he get it back?"

Because of the influence of Chinese culture, the island country also respects calligraphy and painting. After all, the trio is not as professional as Mr. Yang in this regard, so they just took the lead and got it all back.

Not only are the several ancient paintings that are regarded as national treasure by the island country, but also the ancient calligraphy masters of the island country collectively called "three strokes and three traces". Because their works are all written in Chinese characters, they are also drawn back. These are also designated as national treasure-level cultural relics of the island country.

In addition, there are many cultural relics from island countries, such as one of which is a Tai Knife, which is known as one of the "Five Swords of the World", and Boy Cut.

Tian Xiaopang became happier the more he looked at it: "Okay, you three are doing well, they all know to ask for interest-"

The national treasure of our country is called returning the goods to the original owner; as for these things along the way, they are considered as interest.

"We only have something that belongs to us." Mr. Liang said, implying that the cultural relics from the island countries were left, Tian Xiaopang dealt with by himself.

This is easy to deal with. Tian Xiaopang looked at the trio with a smile: "You have a channel, right? Then, we will hold an underground auction to auction these national treasures from the island country. Let's ask them to taste the pain of flesh--"

Master, you are bad enough, but we like it! The trio is smiling and stolen. If you keep hiding the things you stolen, what's the point? You have to do something to be interesting.

Tian Xiaopang is also bad enough and has started planning how to cheat people. Yes, it is you who cheated. We have tasted this kind of taste. As the saying goes, Feng Shui will change, this time, it should be yours to try it!

In Bao Da's clear words, that is: one day, it will be reversed, with a thin bottom and a thick top, hehehe—
Chapter completed!