After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God C.545 - : The Almighty Si Fuqing (3)

Chapter 545: The Almighty Si Fuqing (3)

Translator: _Min_

The same book, “The Chronicles of Emperor Yin,” still occupied their attention.

On its title page, a line of characters danced vividly, their strokes as dynamic as dragons soaring and phoenixes swooping, their vigor penetrating the paper.

This inscription had been freshly penned not long ago, the ink still stark against the page.

—May he live to see the great era of Great Xia in his lifetime.

Yu Xiheng paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on these words before falling into silence.

Feng San, unable to fathom the man’s mood, dared not speak.

After a while, Yu Xiheng shifted his gaze away, his voice carrying a cool warmth, “She’s returning to Northern State tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Feng San replied after checking the schedule. “It’s the end of the month. Northern State No. 1 Middle School is about to start, and Miss Si will join the crew for filming after reporting in.”

“Mhmm,” Yu Xiheng responded indifferently. “We’ll go to Northern State as well.”

“Understood.” Feng San caught on immediately. “I’ll notify the Zero Team right away to get prepared.”

The next morning.

As Sang Yanqing was packing her luggage, she received a call from Tang Qiao.

Hearing just one sentence changed her expression, “Lost? When did it happen?

Alright, I’m on my way.”

After ending the call, Sang Yanqing quickly contacted Si Fuqing, “Qingqing, there’s been an incident. The editorial department was burgled last night, and the three antiques you photographed are gone!”

Si Fuqing paused, “Because of the trailer? Did someone notice the antiques?”

“It seems so,” Sang Yanqing frowned. “I didn’t expect this. Now that the antiques are missing, the Heaven Earth Alliance won’t let this go easily. I need to go there and find out what happened.”

Si Fuqing spoke slowly, “Sister Sang, I’ll go with you. Maybe I can help.”

Upon their arrival at the editorial department, Tang Qiao was being scolded by a young man, her face flushed red with embarrassment.

“What did you say at the beginning?” the young man’s voice was cold. “You said you would take good care of the antiques, to promote traditional culture. But now, the antiques have been lost under your watch. How did you look after them? Are you engaging in insider theft, planning to sell them?”

Each of the three missing antiques was valued at over a million.

Although they weren’t the most precious items in the Heaven Earth Alliance museum, they were extremely rare, each being one of a kind.

An editor couldn’t stand it anymore, “Sister Tang isn’t that kind of person!”

“Then where did they go?” the young man’s eyes were filled with mocking disdain. “The museum equipped each antique with a tracking sensor. Only she knew about this among you all. How convenient that the tracking sensor is now without a signal?”

What kind of thief would be so meticulous?

Tang Qiao indeed knew, but was at a loss for words, ‘Mr. Qiao, I…”

“Enough, no more talking.” Qiao Qingshi raised his hand, his tone indifferent. “If the antiques are found, all is well. If not, prepare to face the enforcement team!”

He was too impatient to waste more words on Tang Qiao, starting to contact the technical staff of the Heaven Earth Alliance and the enforcement team in the City of Sijiu.

Antique theft was common, and the Heaven Earth Alliance had many countermeasures in place.

But this time, they couldn’t connect to the sensors at all, indicating the thief used a signal jammer.

“Are you saying each antique had a special sensor?” Si Fuqing spoke up. “It’s just the signal being jammed, with no fault in the sensors, right?”

“Yes,” Qiao Qingshi was irritated at this moment. “Of course, there are tracking sensors. Do you think we’d trust people like you with them? What do you understand?”

His remark visibly shifted the mood among the editorial department staff.

“That makes things easier then,” Si Fuqing nodded. “As long as the signal jam is lifted, we can locate the antiques through the trackers.” Qiao Qingshi took a deep breath, halting in his tracks.

He was aware of Si Fuqing, whose face was indeed well-known.

Yet, he had always held a disdain for those in the entertainment industry.

They earned high salaries and sought to leverage historical popularity without cherishing antiques or possessing any real cultural appreciation or knowledge.

Qiao Qingshi almost laughed in frustration, “Easy? Just lift the signal jam?

What, you can do it? Just stick to acting in your entertainment circle.”

If not for Si Fuqing posing for some magazine cover, those antiques wouldn’t have been lent out in the first place.

Si Fuqing set down her backpack, her expression serene, “Yes, I can..”