I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

At the entrance, Xiao Wan had already had a robot set up a simple stage yesterday.

The stage was small, only a few square meters, covered with a red carpet, and the backdrop was dark gray with the words "Xianglong Museum Opening Ceremony" printed in large white letters. It was so simple that it had almost no design sense.

Several rows of chairs were placed in front of the stage, with red velvet cushions and gold metal frames, giving it a rather formal look.

By this time, many reporters had arrived at the scene, carrying cameras, holding microphones, and crowding the area in front of the stage.

Their cameras and microphones were all pointed at the museum entrance, and reporters were seen giving live reports into their microphones from time to time.

When Luo Fei walked out of the gate, the reporters paused for a moment.

The camera lenses all turned to him, and the sound of camera shutters clicking filled the air.

However, no one stepped forward, no one rushed up to interview him, and no one dared to hand him the microphone as they usually do when interviewing celebrities.

They all stood behind the cordon, taking photos and observing from a distance.

Luo Fei stood beside the stage, not going up, but waiting quietly.

The first black sedan came to a smooth stop in the parking space in front of the museum.

The car door opened, and Zhou Jianhua, the mayor of Longhai City, stepped out.

He was dressed in a dark suit, his leather shoes were polished to a shine, and he walked with a steady gait.

He strode towards Luo Fei, extended his hands, and smiled broadly.

"General Luo, congratulations! The completion of the Xianglong Museum is not only a joyous occasion for Longhai City, but also a major event for the cultural community of the Dragon Kingdom. On behalf of Longhai City, I express my heartfelt gratitude to you!"

Luo Fei shook hands with him and said, "Mayor Zhou, you're too kind."

After Zhou Jianhua released his grip, he stood aside and waited for the others to enter. Although he was the official in charge of Longhai City, he was not the main character today.

The second person to get out of the car was Lin Dong, the director of the Longhai City Public Security Bureau.

He was in his early fifties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a ramrod-straight back. His gait clearly indicated that he was a soldier.

Su Wanqing was with him.

Su Wanqing wore a light gray trench coat with a belt around her waist today. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore light makeup with a thin layer of mauve lipstick on her lips.

When she saw Luo Fei, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Lin Dong walked up to Luo Fei, extended his hand, and shook it firmly. He could feel the thin calluses on his palm.

"General Luo, I've heard so much about you. I'm Lin Dong from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. I brought my niece along today; I hope you don't mind."

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy.

Luo Fei glanced at Su Wanqing, then at Lin Dong, his eyes filled with curiosity.

He connected several things in his mind—when Wang Zihao was pursuing Su Wanqing, Wang Zihao's father was a county leader who could be said to have absolute power in Qingyang County. But Wang Zihao's way of pursuing Su Wanqing was always "normal pursuit," without using coercion, threats, or the despicable tricks commonly used by spoiled brats.

Luo Fei felt something was strange at the time, but didn't think about it deeply.

Now he understood—Su Wanqing's uncle was the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and no matter how arrogant Wang Zihao was, he wouldn't dare to mess with him.

He began, speaking casually, "Wanqing was my high school class monitor, and she designed my new house and the village activity center. I never imagined that Director Lin was her uncle."

Lin Dong paused for a moment, then turned to look at Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing nodded slightly, and Lin Dong turned back to look at Luo Fei. The meaning in his eyes changed, like the undisguised joy of an elder who discovers that his junior has a relationship with an extraordinary person.

"Oh dear, this girl never mentioned it to me. If I had known she was so close to General Luo, I wouldn't have been so nervous. When she came today, she even told me she wanted to see this building. So you two knew each other all along."

Su Wanqing spoke, her voice softer than usual, as if she were speaking to Luo Fei alone, or perhaps explaining to her uncle.

"Many designers in our industry are interested in this building and want to visit it up close. But no one has been able to go in. Some people have used drones to photograph the facade, and some have used binoculars to observe the details, but the internal structure, the texture of the materials, and the scale of the space are simply impossible to understand from the outside."

"I came with my uncle today because I wanted to go inside and take a look."

Luo Fei said, "You can go in anytime you want."

Su Wanqing didn't say anything more, she just stood quietly beside Lin Dong.

Several more cars arrived later, and those who got out were other leaders from Longhai City, as well as heads of cultural and tourism departments from several surrounding cities.

Everyone who met Luo Fei shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, and offered their congratulations. Luo Fei responded to each of them, saying little but not neglecting anyone.

The reporters' camera shutters never stopped clicking, and the cameras were constantly in operation.

A low humming sound came from the distant sky, the sound of several helicopters.

The sound grew louder and louder as it approached, eventually becoming an overwhelming roar.

Everyone involuntarily raised their heads.

Three helicopters flew in from the east.

The helicopter landed on the open ground next to the museum. The airflow from the rotor blew dust into the air, and several reporters had their hats blown off, but no one bothered to pick them up.

The hatch opened, and Elder Long was the first to step out.

He was followed by several people, all familiar faces that Luo Fei had seen in that conference room in Kyoto—Director Qin, General Li Zhengxun, and several senior leaders in suits.

They did not receive an invitation from Xiao Wan, but instead took a private plane from Kyoto to Longhai City early this morning, and then came by helicopter.

Luo Fei was unaware of this beforehand; Director Qin probably didn't tell him, perhaps wanting to give him a surprise.

Old Long stopped in front of Luo Fei, looked up and examined the museum.

He stared for several seconds before turning his gaze back to Luo Fei's face.

He reached out and gently shook hands with Luo Fei.

"Xiao Luo, we didn't receive an invitation, so we came uninvited. You won't be unwelcome, will you?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of energy, and the surrounding reporters could hear it clearly—the sound of camera shutters immediately became more frequent.

Luo Fei said with a smile, "Of course you're welcome."

Old Master Long smiled.

Director Qin followed behind, nodded to Luo Fei, and said, "I've watched the video of the Imperial Seal of the State several times. I've come today to see it with my own eyes."

His voice was softer than usual.

The reporters' live stream chat room was already buzzing with excitement. The screen was flooded with comments, and the comment section was refreshing so fast it was impossible to see anything.

"Even Elder Long is here!"

"Isn't this a private museum? Why is even Elder Long here?"

"Who cares what kind of museum it is? The Imperial Seal of the State is inside. Can't the leaders come and take a look?"

"Who's that in military uniform? He has several stars on his epaulets."

"That's General Li Zhengxun, from the General Staff Operations Department."

"This is a bigger event than the opening of a national museum!"

Luo Fei walked onto the stage, stood in front of the backdrop, facing the cameras, lenses, and reporters holding microphones, and began to speak.

"The Xianglong Museum opens today. It houses more than one million cultural relics, most of which were lost overseas for many years and were recently recovered from China."

"They are here not for collection, but so that all people of the Dragon Kingdom can see them."

"Tickets are 100 yuan and require reservations. We can accommodate 30,000 visitors per day. Tickets will go on sale tomorrow, and the museum will officially open to the public the day after tomorrow. All ticket revenue will be used for the protection and restoration of the cultural relics."

He paused.

"All the cultural relics in the museum, including the Imperial Seal of the State, are open to all experts and scholars for appraisal, viewing, and feedback."

After he finished speaking, he walked straight off the stage without saying "thank you everyone," without bowing, and without any closing remarks.

Old Long was the first to applaud.

Then there are the leaders, experts, and journalists.

The applause went from sparse to orderly, and from orderly to enthusiastic.

The applause gradually subsided.

Elder Long walked up to Luo Fei and said, "Take me to see those items."

Luo Fei nodded and led Elder Long and several high-ranking leaders into the museum.

Following behind were city leaders and a group of experts and reporters.

Luo Fei led Elder Long and the others on a tour starting from the first floor.

Mr. Long walked very slowly. He was not an archaeologist or cultural relic expert, but he looked at things more carefully than the experts.

They climbed the stairs floor by floor, and along the way they ran into Luo Fei's parents. After a brief introduction by Luo Fei, everyone continued their tour together, eventually reaching the twenty-fifth floor.

In the center of the exhibition hall, in a separate, special display case, the Imperial Seal of the State lies quietly.

Old Long stopped in front of the display case without saying a word or reaching out to touch it.

He bent down and leaned closer, squinting as he peered through the transparent glass cover at the jade seal inside.

The five dragons on the seal are coiled together, their heads raised high, their claws outstretched, and every scale is clearly visible.

The eight bird-and-insect seal characters on the seal face—"Received the mandate from Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous"—have winding strokes and are ancient and difficult to recognize, but everyone who has studied the history of the Dragon Kingdom can recognize these eight characters.

Elder Long straightened up, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"I saw rubbings of this jade seal in my history textbook when I was a child. My teacher said that this jade seal had been lost for over a thousand years. I thought I would only ever see it in books in my lifetime."

He paused.

"I never thought I'd see it with my own eyes."

Luo Fei stood to the side without saying a word, simply letting them watch quietly.

Outside the museum, the crowd grew larger and larger.

There were local residents of Longhai City, tourists from other places, photography enthusiasts carrying professional cameras, and self-media people holding up their mobile phones to broadcast live.

Although they couldn't get in, none of them wanted to leave. They stood outside the cordon, looking up at the silver-white dragon-shaped building, taking photos, videos, and live-streaming.

In the live chat, someone asked, "When can we get in?" and someone replied, "Tickets go on sale at noon today, and it opens tomorrow."

Some people said, "I've already set my alarm."

In a corner outside the police line stood a middle-aged couple. They were wearing ordinary dark coats, hats, and masks, with the brims of their hats pulled low.

The man's hands were in his pockets, and the woman's hand was linked with the man's arm.

They looked no different from the ordinary tourists around them—simple clothes, low-key demeanor, and inconspicuous in the crowd.

But their eyes were different.

It wasn't the look of curiosity, expectation, or excitement that tourists have, but rather the coldness of a hunter staring at its prey.

The man squinted, peering through the shadow of his hat brim at the museum entrance.

The corners of the woman's mouth were slightly upturned.

The man said in a low voice, so softly that only the woman beside him could hear, "The item is inside. It's not convenient to do anything today because there are too many people around. Once the museum opens, with tens of thousands of people coming and going every day, there will be plenty of opportunities."

The woman tightened her grip on his arm, her voice equally soft: "The glass of the display case is specially made; it shouldn't be that easy to open."

The man's lips twitched slightly, but he remained absolutely confident in his skills.

"There's no display case on the entire planet Earth that I can't open!"

They slowly retreated, blending into the crowd and disappearing without a trace.

No one noticed them, and no one saw their faces.