When the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau looked as if he was like this, the president of the Calligraphy Association and the director of the art museum were scolded out of the office by Chu Tianwang.
"What kind of status does Mr. Jiang have, and you want me to be your lobbyist? Are you crazy and am I crazy?"
"If Mr. Jiang wants to donate things, no one needs to say anything. If Mr. Jiang doesn't want to donate, it's useless for anyone to say anything."
"If I hear that someone from your two units is looking for trouble for the old man, don't worry about the old man. I will turn my back on you and get out."
The director almost had the word "happy" written on his face, looking at the president and the curator as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
"Stop pretending, just laugh if you want. No matter how big a deal it is, ordinary people can't be scolded by King Chu Tian."
The president is very calm, changing from his usual fiery temper.
"I'm even more curious about Mr. Jiang's identity. Why did King Chu Tian get so angry when he heard that we wanted him to help connect with Mr. Jiang? It shouldn't be. Based on my understanding of King Chu Tian, once things happen
When it comes to national issues, no matter what difficulties we face, we will face them head-on. Director, who is this Mr. Jiang?"
The curator lowered his head and kept thinking about Jiang Chen's identity. It was too outrageous.
This is a national treasure in both calligraphy and painting, which is of great significance to the country. Even if King Chu Tian doesn't help, he is not allowed to contact it privately.
The director held back his laughter and shook his head. He just pointed at the sky and said enigmatically,
"King Chu Tian's health has improved greatly after a visit to Mr. Jiang's house. He used to be an old man who struggled to even walk. Now he is no different from me, not to mention that he is not as good as a young man."
"Are the rumors actually true?"
The president and curator looked at the director at the same time.
There have been rumors in the cultural relics circle that King Chu Tian of the Cultural Relics Bureau met a living immortal. Not only were all his problems solved, but his life span was also extended a lot by the living immortal.
If King Chu Tian hadn't always denied this matter to the outside world, the threshold of Jiang Chen's house would have been trampled on by visitors long ago.
"I don't know whether the rumor is spreading or not. I don't know what it is. I just know that the result is that King Chu Tian will be able to carry the world for me again. I can wait for my retirement in peace."
The director did not answer the call and casually talked about his retirement plan.
The president and the curator looked at each other and accepted.
After realizing what the director meant, I stopped worrying about the works of Yan Zhenqing and Wu Daozi, and started chatting with the director.
Now that it has involved that unknown field, it is not something they can handle. They can only wait for Mr. Jiang to donate on his own as King Chu Tian said.
Three old men were sitting around the coffee table, chatting, when there was a rapid knock on the door.
"Director, there is news from Director Ma that Mr. Jiang plans to donate two paintings by Wu Daozi. The bureau must be prepared to receive them and must find a way to confirm everything the old man said."
When the secretary heard the commotion in the room, he opened the door to the director's office and finished the shocking news he had just received.
"What!"
The president threw away the teacup in his hand, and the exquisite Dahongpao immediately lost its fragrance.
The curator also sat up straight, drank the tea in his cup, and looked at the director with burning eyes.
The director coughed several times in a row and finally suppressed the suffocation of choking on his tea. He looked wildly at the secretary who rushed in.
"Are you kidding me in the middle of the night? Even if the old man plans to donate, it shouldn't be now. I don't know if there are outsiders here. I look like I'm in a hurry and I'm not going out yet!"
The secretary has followed the director for many years and naturally knows the subtext of the director. He wants to turn around and leave as soon as he apologizes.
"Don't go, little girl."
The president shouted to stop the secretary.
"Hey, President, your voice doesn't sound right. Don't scare this little girl. Little girl, come here, sit down and talk carefully about Mr. Jiang."
The curator smiled gently and waved to the secretary.
"Don't pay attention to these two old guys. You can go out first. I will come back to you if anything happens."
How could the director not know what these two people were up to? He quickly sent the secretary away and faced off against the two shameless men alone.
That night, the office of the Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau was brightly lit, and various roaring sounds could be heard from time to time, which attracted attention.
Early the next morning, Jiang Chen took three young people to the small fishing village to say goodbye to Ma Wenshan. Along the way, Jiang Churan kept thinking about why Chu Huaixiang and Jin Qi didn't leave together, which attracted the attention of Chu Huaixiang and Jin Qi.
They looked at each other again and again, wondering what was wrong with Jiang Churan.
"Okay, old man, it's not the first time I've left you.
Home, I feel sorry for sending you so far away."
When Ma Wenshan saw that Jiang Chen had been sent to the small fishing village, he was a little surprised and a little moved.
"It doesn't matter, Xiaoran wants me to accompany her to the city for a walk, and you will be on the way."
Jiang Chen smiled calmly and said his thoughts directly, ignoring Ma Wenshan's embarrassed expression and Jiang Churan's look of seeing a ghost.
"Grandpa! How could you say it? Then they would know it."
Jiang Churan had a dissatisfied look on his face and was still thinking of going shopping secretly with his grandfather. Now it was better, both of them knew.
"Oh~ I asked you why Miss Jiang always wants me and Miss Chu to go back. It turns out that this is the idea. Let's talk about it directly. We can't insist on leaving."
Jin Qi made a weird tone and teased Jiang Churan with his eyes.
"Xiao Ranran, this is your fault. You actually want to abandon us and go play on your own. Look, it's exposed now!"
Chu Huaixiang poked Jiang Churan's little face, with the same expression of laughter.
Jiang Churan's face turned red instantly, now it's better, these people completely knew.
Next to him, Ma Wenshan saw that everyone's eyes were not focused on him, and his embarrassment was relieved a lot.
"Otherwise, I can ask Director Wang and others to send someone to drive you and Miss Jiang there first. This will save you two a lot of unnecessary mistakes."
Jiang Chen really wanted to experience a modern vehicle. After all, he had never been in one before. He turned back to look at Jiang Churan and asked Jiang Churan what he thought.
"What do you think, Xiaoran, should you take Pony's car or grandpa take you there?"
Jiang Churan pouted her little mouth, feeling that nothing she could say could get rid of Chu Huaixiang and Jin Qi this time, so she replied in a voice as small as a mosquito,
"Take a car, walking is too slow with so many people."
"Haha, I'm kidding you. Let you and the old man go together this time. It feels like you have never been out with the old man. This time I will fulfill your little wish."
Chu Huaixiang rubbed Jiang Churan's face vigorously, showing the look of a newlywed wife sending her husband away.
"Come back early. Jin Qi and I are waiting for you at home. If you come back late, you may not know what Jin Qi will do to me~"