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That night, Li Moer took out a large sheet of rice paper, a brush, and an ink block. After adding water to grind the ink, he dipped the brush into the ink and wrote: "Statement: This museum is a public welfare museum. All profits, after deducting workers' wages and normal maintenance of the museum, will be donated to the Love Charity Foundation."

The brush was dipped in ink again and the writing continued: "The collections on display in this museum will be displayed in layers according to time. First, the works from the Republic of China period will be displayed, followed by the late Qing Dynasty, then the mid-Qing Dynasty, and so on. Each cycle will be two months. Special announcement!"

Moer finished writing the statement and examined it carefully. She thought the handwriting was quite neat and the content clearly expressed her feelings. She blew the ink dry on the paper and carefully set the statement aside.

With a thought, she entered the space, found a few leftover red sandalwood boards from a previous pavilion, and began to make a display board. The board was 1.2 meters high and 0.8 meters wide. She posted the statement she had just written inside, and used a piece of glass on the outside to protect it from rain. After taking a closer look, she muttered, "Not bad."

The next morning, she arrived at the museum and had the veterans pin the display board in a prominent position. Soon, many people stopped to watch. The crowd began to whisper, some praising her good deed, while others suspected that there was something fishy going on.

Around 7:30 in the morning, dozens of people arrived at the museum entrance one after another, waiting for the museum shelves to open. People stood in front of the statement and were discussing who wrote it. The calligraphy skills must be quite good.

At this time, a white-haired old man walked out of the crowd. He wore a pair of reading glasses and carefully looked at the words on the statement, his eyes full of amazement.

"This calligraphy is written with vigor and vitality, and the spirit is vivid. It is a rare masterpiece of calligraphy!" The old man could not help but admire it. The people around him looked at him with even more admiration, and at the same time, they became more curious about who wrote this calligraphy.

Li Moer was standing not far away. Hearing the old man's words, he felt a little proud, but also a little embarrassed. Just as everyone was discussing it, a young man suddenly said in a sarcastic tone: "Maybe the museum paid someone to write this calligraphy, just to attract attention."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd fell silent, their gazes turning to Li Moer. Li Moer took a deep breath, stepped forward, and, picking up the spare brush and rice paper nearby, dipped her brush in ink and began to write a poem. Everyone observed her smooth handwriting, then compared it to the handwriting on the statement, finding it identical. They applauded her calligraphy skills and genuine nature, and the young man blushed and lowered his head.

Li Moer's mind sank into the space, and she searched through the things she had brought from the Wonima supermarket. She actually found quite a few fireworks. She looked at the words printed on them. There was no date, but it clearly said "made in China".

The fireworks were smuggled onto the car, and then several security personnel, also veterans, were asked to move the fireworks down and arrange them. At 8 o'clock, Zhao Jianwu shouted, "Open."

Security personnel immediately set off firecrackers and fireworks, and the sky above the museum suddenly burst into a dazzling display of colorful fireworks, illuminating the entire entrance. The crowd gasped in delight, and children jumped up excitedly, grabbing their parents' hands and cheering.

Just as the fireworks were blooming at their most brilliant, a black car slowly drove up and stopped at the entrance of the museum. The door opened, and a well-dressed old man stepped out. He took in the lively scene with a sharp gaze, then walked straight towards Li Moer.

"Miss, I'm Lao Zhang from the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau," the old man introduced himself with a smile. "I heard about your museum and your announcement. I really admire your noble cause, and I'd also like to see what you have in your collection."

Li Moer nodded. "Director Zhang, we welcome you. This is my senior brother, who is also the director of the museum. If you have any communication in the future, you can just talk to my senior brother. Please come in."