Wu Heping 
Stain 

The ribbon-cutting ceremony for the restoration of the White Cloud Tower is underway, but the museum director, Qin Bonhan, is as uneasy as a thief. From the moment he caught a glimpse of Director Pan of the Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau sitting on the rostrum, this kind of panic haunted him like a ghost. Although the autumn day was shining and the drums shook the sky, his heart was as gloomy as a thousand-year-old tomb just unearthed. He prayed over and over again, hoping that the ceremony would soon be over, and Deputy Mayor Jing no longer had any extraneous arrangements, especially opening the warehouse where the murals were stored, let alone let this veteran expert from the province walk in. If so, everything will be exposed.