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2025.

The Provincial Party Committee Building in Handong.

The secretary's office on the top floor was bright and clean, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the city skyline, creating a calm and solemn atmosphere.

Secretary Bai is giving a report.

"Secretary Sha, all preparatory work for the 'Shen Mingyuan and Sha Zhenjiang Revolutionary Deeds Memorial Hall' has been completed."

"The museum was converted from a former Red History Museum. The internal exhibition layout, security, and interpretation procedures have all been inspected and approved, and it is ready to open at any time."

Sha Ruijin nodded.

To be honest, he didn't initially plan to build this museum.

Even if it were to be built, it should be in the name of his uncle, Sha Zhenjiang, to commemorate him.

But he never expected that what Shen Wang took out last time was so amazing.

An IOU for a million dollars, and that person… and that person's handwritten inscription…

Each one of these items alone is enough to shake the modern literary and historical circles!

The most terrifying thing was that Shen Wang actually produced a complete Japanese regimental flag!

The moment that flag appeared, it alarmed not only Handong, but even the higher-ups.

Now, even if Sha Ruijin wanted to keep a low profile, he couldn't.

Not only should it be built, but it should also be built under the name of Shen Mingyuan.

Sha Ruijin didn't mind.

What he wanted was never just empty fame, but a solid stepping stone.

Now, in the face of these important historical artifacts, all previous doubts have been silenced.

He successfully entered the circle he had always dreamed of!

only……

Sha Ruijin raised his eyes and said calmly, "Xiao Bai, do you think the memorial hall has... a bit too few artifacts?"

Although each of those items was heavyweight, there were only three or four of them.

Who is Secretary Bai? To say she has a mind so sharp and clever is an understatement.

He immediately understood and bowed slightly: "Secretary Sha, perhaps... I should ask Mr. Shen again?"

When Shen Wang was mentioned, a very faint hint of something unusual finally crossed Sha Ruijin's usually calm face.

"Xiao Bai, you mentioned last time... that Shen Wang auctioned off a batch of late Qing Dynasty antiques in Hong Kong a few days ago?"

Secretary Bai nodded: "Yes, Secretary Sha, later Mr. Shen also asked me for the contact information of a person in charge of Jingzhou Department Store. I heard that he purchased tens of thousands of tons of grain in one go."

"Tens of thousands of tons of grain..."

Sha Ruijin tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Was the whereabouts of this batch of grain ever traced back?"

Secretary Bai shook her head slightly: "I don't know the specifics, I only heard that it's going to be exported overseas."

"Ah, abroad..."

Sha Ruijin suddenly laughed.

But that smile was a bit hard to decipher.

"Why don't you contact Shen Wang and invite him to the opening ceremony of the memorial hall? Also, ask him if he has any other..."

Sha Ruijin didn't finish speaking, but Secretary Bai nodded.

He understood.

"Understood, I'll contact them right away."

. . .

Grand flats in Yuexi Bay.

The luxury mansion that Shen Wang bought not long ago.

The furniture and other items in the room had been completely renovated, but Shen Wang was not in the mood to enjoy it.

Originally, he hadn't planned to return to the modern world so soon.

But after seeing the photos of the incriminating evidence taken by Anda Twenty-Three, he couldn't sit still any longer and insisted on returning ahead of schedule.

At the same time, they brought back some of the photos.

The photos started aging instantly after being retrieved from the system space.

More than eighty years have left their mark: the edges are yellowed, the paper is brittle, and the ink has faded slightly.

But those images remain shockingly clear.

Shen Wang frowned.

"What should we do with these photos?"

Directly exposing it? That's too hasty.

Hand it over to the authorities? Hand it over to whom? Hand it over to Lao Sha?

As he was thinking, his phone suddenly rang.

It's Secretary Bai.

Shen Wang picked up the phone: "Hello, Director Bai."

The voice on the other end of the phone was as gentle and measured as ever:

"Mr. Shen, hello. I apologize for bothering you, but I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Director Bai, you're too kind. Please go ahead."

Secretary Bai cleared his throat, his tone serious: "It's like this, the matter of the 'Shen Mingyuan and Sha Zhenjiang Revolutionary Deeds Memorial Hall' has been finalized."

"Secretary Sha means he would like to invite you to the opening ceremony, after all..."

He paused, a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Comrade Shen Mingyuan, is he your great-grandfather?"

Shen Wang's lips curled up slightly.

"Director Bai, you're too kind. It's nothing. When?"

"The specific time hasn't been set yet; we're just asking if you'd like to attend."

"Yes! Absolutely!"

If he doesn't attend, wouldn't all his efforts have been in vain?

"Okay, I'll let you know in advance."

After saying that, Secretary Bai did not hang up the phone immediately.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Secretary Bai's voice rang out again, this time with a more deliberate and tentative tone: "Mr. Shen, there's one more thing..."

"Please speak, Director Bai."

"That's right," Secretary Bai said carefully, "The exhibits in the memorial hall are all of great importance. These things would be the crown jewels of any memorial hall."

He paused.

"But in terms of quantity... it might be a little sparse, only three or four items, making the display case look a bit empty."

"What Secretary Sha means is that if you have any other old items at home... of course, it's not mandatory, but if you do, the memorial hall can be more comprehensive."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wang's eyes lit up instantly.

He was just worrying about what to do with the photos when Secretary Bai called.

It's true what they say, when you're sleepy, someone sends you a beautiful woman... no, a pillow.

"Director Bai, now that you mention it, I do remember."

Shen Wang's tone carried a perfectly timed hint of realization.

"A few days ago, I went back to the old house to pack things up and actually found a stack of old photos. They were all left by my great-grandfather and had been kept at the bottom of a box all this time."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Secretary Bai's voice rang out again, this time with a faint hint of a smile:

"Mr. Shen, are you free now? If so, could you come to the Provincial Party Committee? Secretary Sha happens to be here; we can take a look together."

"Convenient, of course it's convenient."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at the Provincial Party Committee."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Wang looked at the photos in his hand, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

These pieces of evidence must be made public!

. . .

Provincial Party Committee.

Secretary Bai hung up the phone, her expression somewhat strange.

"The old house...we found another stack of old photos?"

He muttered to himself, his lips twitching slightly involuntarily.

Is your old house like Doraemon's pocket? It has everything you could want?

Secretary Bai shook his head, suddenly recalling Secretary Sha's meaningful smile from earlier.

He didn't fully understand that smile at the time.

but now……

He suddenly smiled too.

The same profound meaning.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked towards Sha Ruijin's office.

He walked to the door and knocked gently.

"Come in."

Secretary Bai pushed open the door and entered: "Secretary Sha, Mr. Shen will be here shortly."

Sha Ruijin raised his head and glanced at him.

"What? Another surprise?"

Secretary Bai nodded.

Mr. Shen said that he found another stack of old photos in the old house.

Sha Ruijin was taken aback.

Then, he smiled too.

"Old photos?"

He picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

"Okay, let's see what kind of old photos they are."