I can dream about my own death.

Li Yucheng took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then spoke: "This painting, 'Autumn on the Frontier,' holds a place in the hearts of us ancient painting enthusiasts no less significant than the 'Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion' in ancient books. Imagine if one day Wang Xizhi's 'Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion' were to end up overseas for some reason—could you feel that heart-wrenching pain?"

Chen Wensheng and Wang Feng both fell silent. If this were true, it would indeed be extremely hurtful to national sentiments.

Li Yucheng tried his best to calm his agitated emotions. After he calmed down, he apologized to the two of them: "I'm sorry, I was a bit too impulsive just now and it affected you."

"It's alright! Let's go back to the company first!" Chen Wensheng said with a smile.

The three returned to the company and submitted the interview materials.

With more than two hours left before the end of the workday, Chen Wensheng couldn't leave early, so he returned to his workstation, lay down on his office chair, closed his eyes, and started slacking off.

After sleeping for more than half an hour, Chen Wensheng felt his office chair shake violently.

He quickly opened his eyes and immediately tried to explain himself: "I just dozed off for a bit, I didn't fall asleep."

"Chen Wensheng, what exactly do you mean?" an angry voice rang out.

Chen Wensheng turned his head to the side and saw it was Fang Yun. He immediately complained, "Fang Yun, you scared me like that! I haven't even asked you what you meant yet!"

Fang Yun's anger showed no sign of abating as she continued, "Why did you steal my interview?"

"Hijacked your interview? I didn't know that." Chen Wensheng looked completely bewildered.

"Don't try to play dumb with me."

Chen Wensheng thought for a moment, then asked with an awkward laugh, "It's not that interview from the Jiaheng Auction, is it?"

"Yes! It was that interview. Originally, I was supposed to interview President Xue Yanzhe. But because your recent coverage of the gold heist was so popular, the auction house temporarily changed the reporter. Jiaheng Auction House didn't give me an explanation. When I went back to the company and asked, I found out it was you who did it!" Fang Yun's face was contorted with rage, like a vengeful ghost.

Chen Wensheng was somewhat frightened: "Don't do this, stay away from me. My current position is just a reporter's assistant, what right do I have to decide who to interview? It's really none of my business."

"I've made a note of what happened today." Fang Yun walked back to her workstation with an angry expression.

Chen Wensheng looked helpless. Some women really are unreasonable.

.......

Nothing major happened in Changfeng City over the next six days.

Every night, Chen Wensheng dreamed of nothing but the same dream about the 104th floor of the company building.

With the continuous deaths of those directly involved in the gold heist, the hope of recovering the more than 60 kilograms of gold lost in the heist is becoming increasingly slim.

The hype surrounding the gold heist quickly died down.

Currently, the most discussed painting online is still "Autumn in the Frontier".

If all goes well, this famous painting will be shipped overseas.

According to current laws, if the origin of an antique is not in question, it can be shipped out to sea directly after being declared to the cultural relics department and the customs department.

The cost of taking this painting overseas was enormous.

The importing country needs to collect a 20% tariff, plus transportation and security costs, so the actual investment from the mysterious foreign buyer is around 220 million.

This, of course, has also angered many lovers of ancient paintings.

They believe that this painting, "Autumn in the Frontier," should be exhibited and collected in a museum, rather than being resold overseas.

Some extreme ancient painting enthusiasts have even made many illegal remarks, such as stealing or robbing them back.

Chen Wensheng felt it was a pity that his painting "Autumn in the Frontier" went to sea, but he only felt regret and never had any extreme thoughts such as wanting to take it back.

Today is Sunday, and Chen Wensheng had nothing to do, so he went to Xu Xiaoqi's house to spend the weekend with her and made her a lot of delicious food.

Seeing that she was constantly playing on her phone, Chen Wensheng kindly reminded her, "Xiaoqi, you play that game whenever you have free time. It's not good to be addicted to games like this. Looking at your phone for too long will hurt your eyes, you know?"

"Uncle, I understand." Xu Xiaoqi put down her phone.

Chen Wensheng patted Xiaoqi's head: "Uncle is planning to make dumplings today. Do you want to learn how to make them with me?"

"Okay!" Xiaoqi agreed.

The two started making dumplings. Neither of them was very skilled, and using dumpling wrappers of the same size, they made countless different shapes, each dumpling with its own unique characteristics.

While making dumplings, Xu Xiaoqi asked, "Uncle, on a three-lane road, how can a car drive in a specific lane?"

Chen Wensheng thought for a moment, then said, "This is very simple. Just put up signs that say 'Under Construction,' and the cars won't be able to drive on those two roads, right?"

"Oh! I understand! Thank you, Uncle!" Xu Xiaoqi's emotions fluctuated slightly.

Chen Wensheng asked curiously, "Xiaoqi, why are you asking this?"

"This is part of a puzzle game I was playing. When faced with this problem, I overcomplicated it, thinking about ways like causing a car accident or deliberately stopping a few cars to block the remaining two lanes. But those methods are impractical. It's better to do what you said, Uncle, and put up two roadblocks."

Chen Wensheng nodded: "Many problems, if we think about them in a simpler way, may have a better solution."

"Okay! I understand." Xu Xiaoqi's emotions had completely calmed down.

The two chatted as they made dumplings. After they finished making the dumplings, cooked them, and ate them, Chen Wensheng returned home.

It was too cold in winter, so Chen Wensheng went to bed without taking a shower.

The next morning, Chen Wensheng suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at the ceiling, panting heavily.

Last night, he had another dream. He dreamt that he was sitting in the passenger seat, and there was a serious traffic accident ahead. About ten meters ahead, the tanker truck involved in the accident exploded, and he was killed by the explosion.

"This is fucking outrageous!"

Chen Wensheng's favorite seat was the passenger seat.

Recently, Li Yucheng has been sitting in the passenger seat whenever he drives.

"A tanker truck had an accident and then exploded? This is the cause of the accident! From now on, if you see a tanker truck, stay far away from it, and you should be able to avoid disaster."

Thinking of this, Chen Wensheng's fear subsided considerably.

Chen Wensheng was wide awake. He got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, ate breakfast, and then went to work.

On his way to work, Chen Wensheng looked around, observing whether any oil tankers were passing by.

Fortunately, he didn't see any tanker trucks along the way, and without any accidents, he arrived at the company smoothly.