While reading on her phone, He Muqing’s beautiful eyes instantly widened upon seeing the jade seal. She carefully held the jade seal in her hands, took several deep breaths before speaking, and said, “This is the Receiving Mandate Seal crafted by Emperor Tang Taizong—exquisitely made, truly breathtaking. Such a small seal is worth several hundred million yuan. Do you know what I’m feeling right now? I’m certain you all have no idea how exhilarating it is to hold several hundred million yuan in your hands!” Her words immediately drew several blank stares from the others—how could she be so down-to-earth? After all, they were all refined individuals. Qin Feng chuckled, “Boss, it’s said that when Empress Wu seized the throne and issued imperial edicts, she always used this seal. Besides holding several hundred million yuan, do you feel at all like a true sovereign?” "Leader, with a proud lift of her chin, fully immersed in the role, said, 'Little Feng, today the Empress is in an excellent mood. Go and prepare dozens or even hundreds of snacks, along with dozens or hundreds of Louis Vuitton and Hermès handbags for the Empress to enjoy!' Qin, his face turning crimson, nonetheless fully embraced the scene, bowing deeply on one knee and speaking in a sharp, high-pitched tone, 'Your Majesty, if snacks are consumed in abundance, the Empress will gain weight, which would diminish your dignity. As for the handbags—they are indeed elegant, yet they may lead one to become distracted, indulging in material pursuits. As a wise ruler, how could you be consumed by such material desires? I propose instead that I take the opportunity to warm your bed, then accompany you to rest together—would that be acceptable?' He Mu Qing narrowed her eyes, aiming to command the group with her leader's authoritative presence. Unfortunately, no one was moved by her approach, and Lu Man was quick to snatch the seal from her hands, smiling brightly and saying, "I'd like to experience the feeling of holding several hundred million myself. If these billions were mine, what a wonderful situation! Not only would I be able to settle my massive debts, but I'd also get to enjoy the life of a wealthy woman!" The seal soon reached Shu, the policewoman, who held it in her right hand while gently stroking it with her left and remarked, "I don't see anything particularly special about this object—how can it be worth three hundred million? Isn't there some inflation?" Qin, the young magnate, shrugged and said, "Just a few years ago, a bowl used by Chairman Mao was sold for several million. How much more valuable could a jade seal from over a thousand years ago be, compared to a simple bowl?" He Mu Qing suddenly realized a problem: "Where's the ink on the seal? It's completely gone!" Qin Feng glanced at Lin Caiwei and hummed, "I think he must have carefully removed it—when we received it, it was already like this. They say the Eight-Valued Seal Ink is very valuable; modern craftsmanship can't replicate it. Once impressed onto forged paintings and calligraphy, the authenticity of the seal and ink makes the forgeries genuine!" He Muqing picked up the jade seal again, somewhat unconvinced, saying, "Really? Then he must have been incredibly thorough—nothing left behind!" Qin Feng smiled cheerfully, "Of course, that's just my guess. Once we catch Sun Cheng, we'll know for sure!" He Liu carefully examined the jade seal, saying, "Experts sent by the National Cultural Relics Bureau will arrive shortly. Once their assessment confirms its authenticity, the national treasure will be returned to the museum. You just wait and receive commendations!" Not long after, several vehicles bearing the Cultural Relics Bureau's insignia parked in front of the building, and an elderly, slender man walked into the main hall, escorted by the crowd. With them came reporters carrying cameras, who had already turned on their equipment the moment they got off the vehicle, ready to capture the entire event. "Where is the Seal of the Emperor? Show it to me right away!" The old man shouted from outside the conference room before even stepping inside, his voice sounding like that of a duck whose feathers had been burst—sharp, piercing, and quite unpleasant. He Liang stood up and smiled warmly at the doorway, saying, "The Seal of the Emperor is right here!" Due to the presence of visitors, the group had to abandon their ongoing handling of the Seal and placed it on the table, base-up, at a 45-degree angle, with the red lacquered box housing the Seal positioned beside it. As soon as the old man entered, he immediately gave a loud cry and rushed straight toward the Seal. The group was startled by the sudden outburst and began speculating about this renowned expert—could he really be this excited? One of the accompanying people introduced, "This is Mr. Xu, the chief advisor at the National Cultural Heritage Bureau. He previously served as an appraiser at several top auction houses in the U.S. and France—quite an accomplished expert in cultural relics. He was specifically hired by our bureau's high-tech division..." The cinematographer gave several close-ups of the old man and Qin Feng, thinking how admirable an expert in antiquities could be—how deeply he cherished the treasures. He made a mental note that during post-production, this sequence must be placed in the most prominent position, serving as a reminder to younger generations who fail to appreciate and protect public assets. Qin Feng faced him squarely: "All the treasures you've personally appraised have been bought off by foreigners, haven't they? I simply can't understand—do you genuinely care for these cultural relics, or are you merely afraid they won't fetch a good price?" "You...!" Mr. Xu flushed crimson, huffed, "I've grown tired of explaining myself to people who simply don't grasp the situation. I'll just wait for the Cultural Relics Bureau to issue its formal rebuke!" The old man placed the jade seal into the box and muttered to his attendants, "Handle the handover procedures with them—these treasures must not stay a single minute in this crumbling place!" With that, he turned and walked off. A subtle glow flashed, and the old man staggered, dropping the red lacquered chest, which flew straight through the side window.