The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 373 Shen Le: Restoring Notre Dame? Me?!
Let public museums make donations, let private museums make donations, and let people buy the cultural relics and donate them back to the country.

Shen Le is ignorant and only knows a few ways to get the cultural relics back to China in an honest manner.

Well, in theory, it would be possible to ask the other government to make the gift? But that would be a big deal. As far as Shen Le could remember, this had never happened before.

They are usually one or two industrial products or handicrafts, known as "national gifts", and the accuracy varies from country to country.

For example, the national gift porcelain and national gift embroidery sent by our country are the top of contemporary craftsmanship. Compared with the national treasures in the museum, they only lack historical background.
However, some countries, like the golden peacock sent by the United Arab Emirates, may look magnificent and gorgeous at first glance, but if you look closely at the lines of the peacock feathers, you will only have one feeling:
Just relying on the abundance of money and gold...

This level of craftsmanship is only slightly better than nothing...

Anyway, we have our own cultural relics, our own first-class cultural relics, returned without knowing why, and we cannot explain why they came back, and we cannot proudly hold our heads high and exhibit them everywhere...

Shen Le would never allow this!

He promised the bronze piece and these cultural relics that he would take them back in a dignified manner!

"You know, whether it's a museum donation or a museum purchase, it's very difficult." Bishop Marshall frowned.

"This is related to the state system and national dignity, and it cannot be handled casually. Otherwise, we arrange a loan exhibition, send these cultural relics to your country, and then don't mention the return?"

How is that possible!

In that case, the ownership of these cultural relics will never belong to China!

Shen Le didn't even think about it, and shook his head with a straight face. He shook it twice, directly opened the chat box, and input the voice, letting the system automatically convert it into text:

"Prince Allen, could you please help me arrange for the cultural relics I will give you as a reward this time to be donated to domestic museums in an aboveboard and dignified manner? Don't worry, we will not treat our old friends of the Chinese people unfairly—"

"and many more!"

Bishop Marshall couldn't help but shout out. Shen Le released the send button, leaving the text in the dialog box, and looked up at him. Bishop Marshall's chest rose and fell, his fists clenched tightly, and his eyes flickered:
The Chinese are still kind in this regard. They have always been friendly to their old friends and still remember them after decades or even hundreds of years.

Just think of the Rabe who wrote "Rabe's Diary". More than 80 years later, he urgently sought help during the epidemic. At that time, China itself was short of doctors and medicines, and it was able to urgently send a batch of medical supplies...

If you help to return cultural relics, even if it is actually a transaction, you can earn a big favor. If you use it on the scene, it can be of great help!

But, but... to do this kind of thing, the Vatican needs to discuss it with the government, get through a lot of connections, and manipulate a lot of public opinion...

It's really troublesome. Just thinking about it makes me feel troubled... and I have to bear a lot of pressure from all sides...

"Let me think, let me think..."

He traced his fingers across his chest, traced them back and forth, and kept making the sign of the cross. When interacting with Chinese officials, the church can take the open channel, while the vampires and werewolves can only take the under-the-table route;

If, if they were given the title of "old friend of the Chinese people"...

He weighed it over and over quickly, but couldn't make a decision. The deputy director was not in a hurry either, and asked Shen Le with a smile:
"How's the talk with the vampires going? Are you sure you can fix it?"

"I've picked out four or five things, and I'm pretty confident." Shen Le switched his phone to the photo album interface, held it upright and handed it to the deputy director, scrolling through the photos he had taken page by page:

"This, this, this... I think they're all OK. If the quantity is still not enough, we'll have to see what else they can provide. Or, can you help them repair a few coffins?"

Bishop Marshall's veins throbbed when he heard this. The deputy director was still not satisfied and continued to ask:
"What about the werewolves?"

"I haven't visited there yet. However, there are two things in the museum that I am sure I can repair. Besides, I have already helped them repair one before..."

His voice became lower and lower. The director was already laughing with satisfaction:

"That's good. When choosing holy weapons, you can choose more that are suitable for their abilities. It's okay if you have to work harder... If it's not on the spiritual level, but on the practical level, you are unsure, and you can call the country at any time?"

Shen Le nodded vigorously. In fact, if he was given more time and more materials, he could repair those paintings, tapestries and so on;
If he is allowed to move people, he can move the alloy master over, and all bronze, iron, gold and silver wares can be pushed flat;

If we invite Lady Shiji to come over, all the stone carvings and stone tools can be repaired smoothly. If we can handle these categories, let alone five holy tools, even ten or twenty will not be a problem for him!

The more Bishop Marshall listened, the more pressure he felt. The big store bullied the customers, and the big customers bullied the store. Now it was the other party's home court, and he had no way to turn the tables.

After thinking about it, he could only try to fight for some rights for his family. The bishop calculated in his mind and looked at Shen Le expectantly:
"Then... can your country show some goodwill? Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to operate."

Shen Le didn't understand. He turned his head and looked at the deputy director. The deputy director looked at him, then at the two cultural relics experts beside him, and then at him again:
"Well, besides Notre Dame de Paris, what other cultural relics do you need to be restored?"

"...You guys are still expecting to burn it somewhere else!!!"

Bishop Marshall jumped up. The fire at Notre Dame de Paris embarrassed the entire Paris diocese, the entire French diocese, and other dioceses around the world laughed at it for several years...

If it weren't for the rush to repair Notre Dame for the Olympics, they would have continued to laugh!
"Hey, don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Shen Le smiled and waved his hand:

"It's not like we need to pick out any particular house. The Louvre, Fontainebleau, and Versailles are all treasures of human civilization and must be well protected.

But, there are so many cultural relics, there must be some that cannot be repaired, right? We helped to repair a few, and you use this as an excuse? "

"This... this is not impossible to operate..."

The Bishop hesitated and thought:

"But, could you please show us your repair abilities first, Mr. Shen? Seeing the holy vessel being repaired with your own eyes will be more conducive to the church's integration of ideas..."

Anyway, we need to inspect the goods. This is not a problem. We also inspected the goods before negotiating with the vampires and werewolves. Shen Le spread his hands generously:
"No problem. Do you want us to repair it here or at your place?"

From the church's perspective, they certainly hope to have it built on their land.

First, it would allow more church colleagues to witness it with their own eyes. Of course, it would be even better if they could try it themselves and confirm the power of the holy vessel.
Secondly, we can also isolate the vampires, werewolves, and other dark creatures. You guys are too embarrassed to follow me to the church, right?
Even if you want to come along, the strong holy power in the church will be able to keep you out!
"So... go to Notre Dame?"

"Okay!" The group of people went to Notre Dame de Paris. Bishop Marshall was quite graceful. He did not rush Shen Le to work immediately, but invited them to take a walk first:
The facade of Notre Dame, the hall, the stands, the chapel, the famous bell tower;
Beautiful mosaic windows, wood carvings, painted, hollowed-out rose petal round windows;
Various corners that are not open to the public, wooden frames that were set up during the restoration process and have not yet been dismantled, various design plans, sketches and mock-up components made during the restoration work;
Of course, there were also those roof timber frames that were almost completely burned to ashes in the fire, with only stumps left - some of the wood was even 800 years old...

The two cultural relics experts were very excited. They whispered to each other, pointed and asked the restorers all kinds of questions:
"So, have you ever thought about just building a metal roof? A shiny metal roof that reflects light from a distance?"

"Well, this twisted, flame-shaped spire... I'm not saying it's not beautiful, but, to have Notre Dame with a roof like that..."

"Yes, it is true that the burned stones are supporting such a high spire. It is indeed a nightmare to re-measure the stress on it, stone by stone..."

"The wind resistance has also decreased, which is really a nightmare..."

"In fact, it has been repaired several times... Yes, it is even more difficult to preserve the traces of the repairs..."

Shen Le followed behind like a lackey, unable to get a word in. He only had a rough idea of building structure and building mechanics, and he couldn't draw on a piece of paper or write formulas and calculate data on the spot like his tutor did.

He couldn't handle the changes in material structure and mechanics as easily as his mentor;
As for artistic styles, architecture and sculptures of different periods and schools, I'm sorry, he can still make do with a few words about Chinese architecture, but he just returned the history of Western architecture to the teacher after learning it...

Fortunately, after a long journey, they finally arrived at Shen Le's home court. They came down from the big roof that had appeared at the opening ceremony of the Olympics, but was actually just a hastily restored one, and entered the magnificent hall.

Bishop Marshall personally led the way for Shen Le, forward, turning, and then forward again, and stopped in front of a huge dark object:

"Can you fix this?"

Shen Le looked up, and up, and up again. He looked around, and the moment he saw the thing clearly, he felt sick:

It's a pipe organ!

Five keyboards, God knows how many keys, countless pipes buried deep in the wall, pointing straight to the sky, an organ several stories high!

"You want me to fix this?!"

If you don't want to make a deal, just say so!
If you don’t want me to stay in Paris, you can just say so!

Why do you have to embarrass me in this way!
"Well, Mr. Shen, calm down, calm down." Bishop Marshall smiled and comforted Shen Le:

"In fact, the organ has not suffered any damage. You see, its keyboard, pipes, and speakers are all intact..."

It's completely unharmed, why are you asking me to fix it?
If there is no damage on the outside, then there must be a bigger damage, a difficult damage that you can't handle by yourselves!
Shen Le stared at the bishop angrily. The bishop felt a chill on his back and quickly explained:

"…it was affected by the smoke and moisture during the fire. We have tried our best to remove the dust and repair it, but it still cannot restore its original beautiful sound and cannot sing praises to God as before…"

I see. When building such a huge organ, the organ was built first, and then the stones of the church were laid around it.

When something broke down and they couldn't tear down the wall, they just took the organ out and disassembled it into parts for repair.

Although some of its parts, such as some particularly thick sound pipes, can even be cleaned by humans, most of the parts have to rely on technology to handle them, and it is impossible to reach every corner...

“Isn’t this a bit too much to fix?”

Before Shen Le could protest, the cultural relic expert from the Palace Museum beside him frowned:
"Shen Le is not an expert in music, how can he repair it? Besides, such a large organ cannot be repaired by one person - in our Forbidden City, it takes a team of five people half a year to repair a three-meter-high clock!"

"Yeah! If the tune is off or there is a problem with the repair, they will blame us! - Shen Le, don't bother with this, ask them to change it!"

Shen Le had already walked forward and stretched out his hand to press on the piano keys, making a dull "dong" sound. He closed his eyes, silently exerted his mental power, and communicated with the organ:
Are you ok?

Can you hear my voice?

How do you feel? Where do you feel uncomfortable?
Do you want to be fixed?
What were you like before the fire, or when you were at your earliest, most beautiful, and with the most perfect voice?
A vague thought came to me, very weak, very tired, and a little overwhelmed.

After coming into contact with Shen Le, it did not resist, but instead sent out a somewhat painful and somewhat helpful suggestion:

It's uncomfortable here... It's uncomfortable here... It's uncomfortable here... It's uncomfortable here...

Shen Le's spiritual power spread out under the guidance of the organ. Like mercury pouring down, it penetrated every hole and was meticulous. Every pipe, every keyboard, every stop in the organ case, every piece of wood that formed the resonance chamber...

All were guiding him, directing him:
There is dust stuck here! It is so uncomfortable if it is not removed!

There's dust here! When they were dusting, they blew the dust here and it couldn't be blown away!
The stop here almost got stuck...

The bellows here have absorbed too much moisture, and after dehumidification, they are a little deformed and cracked...

Shen Le sighed deeply. This organ really needed him to repair it. It might not work for others - they couldn't communicate with the organ so intimately.

The golden beads in the Dantian suddenly turned, the talisman shone brightly, and the cleaning technique gently swept through every corner of the organ, taking away every corner and every speck of dust.

Then, the growth technique came into play, guiding the wood of the organ to grow and return to its original position.

"Is that all right? Can you play a song for me?"

The organ sounded joyful and exultant. After a moment, the music started, and Bishop Marshall fell to his knees with a thump:

"Oh God……"

Did you perform miracles?

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