"Isn't that right! My son works in the cultural relics department, so I know the details." The old man patted his thigh, "That year, intellectuals suffered, and the cultural relics department planned to export cultural relics and antiques to earn foreign exchange. But overnight, they vanished without a trace. The only thing left in the empty warehouse was a box full of gold. You tell me, if that doesn't involve ghosts and deities, what does? The missing items were never found, and no one dared to touch that gold, which is still sealed in a bank."
The other two diners at the table nodded along, probably local residents, all aware of the incident.
Feng Qingxue feigned a look of shock, "Did something like this really happen? We've never heard of it."
