Old Harden, can you handle having your vision-shifting abilities on all the time?

"Bang!"

Tea splashed everywhere, leaving a mess on the conference table.

"That piece of trash, Gu Bo!"

Sun Guoliang practically yelled, "He was supposed to supervise the exchange meeting, but he let a cheap imitation sneak in!"

He was exposed in front of top collectors nationwide! He's completely disgraced our Chang'an Cultural Relics Association!

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then a cautious voice came through: "President, what should we do now? Should we suppress the news for now?"

"Suppress it?"

Sun Guoliang sneered, "You tell me how to suppress it? Do you even know how many people are here?"

There are at least two or three hundred top collectors and appraisal experts from all over the country! Whose mouth can you silence?

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Sun Guoliang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Even if those people promise not to say it, it will definitely spread in the cultural relics circle."

This circle is only so big, who do you think you can hide it from?

"What should we do then?"

"What should we do?"

Sun Guoliang gritted his teeth, "Gu Bai made this mess himself, so he should naturally take responsibility. I suggest he be removed from his position as vice president of the association on the spot!"

As soon as the suggestion was made, a chorus of agreement immediately rang out on the other end of the phone.

"I agree!"

"Gu Bei has really messed up this time; he must be severely punished!"

"Removing him from his post is a way of giving the outside world an explanation."

Sun Guoliang felt no relief despite hearing these voices of agreement.

He knew that removing Guber from his post was only the first step; more difficult problems lay ahead.

Sure enough, someone soon brought up that sensitive topic.

"President, that Xu Xing is really disrespecting our Cultural Relics Association. Shouldn't we put him in a proper position and suppress him?"

The entire conference room fell silent after those words were spoken.

Sun Guoliang held his phone and remained silent for a long while.

Suppressing Xu Xing?

How can he suppress it?

Xu Xing worked at Chengxinzhai, a top-tier cultural relic restoration institution in China, which was not under the jurisdiction of the Cultural Relics Association at all.

No matter how influential the Cultural Relics Association is, it has no jurisdiction over Chengxinzhai.

Even if the association doesn't invite Xu Xing to its antique exchange meetings and appraisal events in Chang'an in the future, it will be meaningless to Xu Xing.

He doesn't rely on these things for a living at all.

Moreover, the Chang'an Museum sometimes needs Xu Xing's help.

Because Xu Xing is currently one of the top restorers in the field of Chang'an porcelain restoration, if not the absolute leader.

If we really want to compare, did the Cultural Relics Association beg Xu Xing more often, or did Xu Xing beg the Cultural Relics Association more often?

The answer is self-evident.

Sun Guoliang felt increasingly frustrated, but he had to admit a fact.

They couldn't do anything about Xu Xing.

"Suppression?"

Sun Guoliang gave a wry smile. "Tell me how to suppress him? Is it any of our business what he does at Chengxinzhai? Does his not participating in our activities cause him any loss?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Furthermore, the Chang'an Museum sometimes needs his help. If we really lay a hand on him, what will we do when the museum needs him again? Will the museum's leaders come after us and demand an explanation?"

The conference room was deathly silent.

After a long silence, one of the directors spoke up helplessly: "President, are we just going to have to swallow this bitter pill like this?"

Sun Guoliang sighed deeply, his voice tinged with weariness: "That's all we can do."

He paused, his tone tinged with bitterness: "Because he's not even in the same boat as us, so to us he's invincible."

Silence fell over the meeting room once again.

Everyone was incredibly frustrated, but there was nothing they could do.

Their prestigious Chang'an Cultural Relics Association suffered a public humiliation when its vice president was publicly humiliated, severely damaging the association's reputation, yet they couldn't even find a way to retaliate.

This feeling is worse than killing them.

Sun Guoliang leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.

He suddenly remembered a sentence.

You can never beat your opponent when he's not on your board.

Xu Xing was the one who wasn't on their chessboard.

……

At the same time, Xu Xing, carrying his painting tube, walked out of the convention center with Zhou Zhihai.

The afternoon sun shone warmly on him.

He glanced back at the magnificent building, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Gu Bai should be awake by now, right?

I wonder what his expression will be when he finds out that he spent twelve million to buy his painting "Recluse in a Bamboo Grove".

Ok.

Once I get back, I'll carefully peel off a small corner first, and then go to the Chang'an Museum to ask the experts there to help me remove the mounting.

By then, it will be difficult for Gu Bai not to know.

Lying in the hospital, his condition will probably worsen by three points.

Thinking of this, Xu Xing couldn't help but chuckle softly.

After saying goodbye to Zhou Zhihai at the entrance of the convention center, Xu Xing drove his Maybach away from the parking lot.

Instead of going straight home, he drove to Chang'an's largest art supply market first.

Xu Xing parked his car on the side of the road, bought a set of professional tools, and then drove back to Yunxi Terrace.

When he got home, he first put the toolbox on the desk, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands and put on disposable medical gloves.

After completing the preparations, he carefully opened the painting tube and took out the painting "Reclusion in the Bamboo Grove" and laid it flat on the desk.

Instead of taking action, he activated his X-ray vision to reconfirm the precise position and structure of the painting within a painting.

Only after having a clear understanding of the entire structure can one begin to work.

He first used a spray bottle to evenly wet the edges of the silk to soften the fibers.

Then, picking up the clasp with the sandalwood handle, he carefully inserted it into the gap between the two layers of silk from an inconspicuous spot in the lower right corner.

With the help of X-ray vision, the position of the tip of the needle between the two layers of silk can be clearly seen, allowing for precise control of the insertion depth and angle to ensure that it does not touch any of the pigment layers.

Qi Zi slowly penetrated about two centimeters, and Xu Xing felt a layer of resistance.

That's a layer of paste.

He stopped what he was doing, picked up a thin bamboo stick, dipped it in a little adhesive remover, and applied the remover to the paste layer along the gap where the opening was inserted.

The purpose of the solution is to soften the paste and make it lose its stickiness.

Xu Xing waited for about two minutes, then gently pried it open with a crowbar.

The paste layer loosened a bit.

He continued to repeat this process, gradually increasing the area uncovered.

The whole process is extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive.

It took Xu Xing more than an hour to peel off a small area, about half the size of his palm, in the lower right corner.

He put down his tools, straightened up and moved his stiff wrists, then picked up a magnifying glass to carefully examine the part that had been peeled off.

The back of the silk scroll is remarkably well-preserved, without any signs of mold or insect damage.

The thin layer of Xuan paper was also intact, and the outlines of some ink marks could be vaguely seen on it.

Xu Xing nodded in satisfaction, then took out his phone and dialed the number of Ma Jianguo, the head of the porcelain restoration department at the Chang'an Museum.