After leaving Yuquan Mountain, Zhuang Rui rushed to the museum and told Huangfu Yun about the preparation of the foundation. He also asked about exchanging collections with the Forbidden City Museum, and did not return home until evening.
In the following days, Zhuang Rui became more and more leisurely. In addition to going to Beijing University to attend classes every day, he spent time with his children at home. Watching his children grow up day by day, Zhuang Rui's heart was filled with the happiness of being a father.
On weekends, Zhuang Rui would go to museums or "Xuanrui Zhai". Two months later, the Dingguang Foundation was established, and it funded the first batch of children in impoverished mountainous areas 300 meters away, established twelve hope primary schools, and gained social support.
unanimous praise.
Huangfu Yun came forward to do these things. Zhuang Rui has been hiding behind the scenes. Except for some insiders, few people know that this foundation was initiated by Zhuang Rui.
"Dad...Dad hugs..."
Little Fangfang waddled towards Zhuang Rui, slapping his hands constantly, followed closely by his sister. The two little guys had just celebrated their first birthday and could already shout "Dad,"
"Mom, grandma, uncle" and many other words.
I don’t know if it’s because Zhuang Rui often uses spiritual energy to comb their bodies, but the little guys are much taller than other children of the same age, especially their skin, which is particularly good. They look like two porcelain dolls.
.
Behind the two little guys, there were two snow-white little Tibetan mastiffs following. In addition, Ouyang Wan still looked at her grandchildren nervously, for fear that they would fall.
"Come, son, take a sip..."
Zhuang Rui picked up Fang Fang, put his face close to her, and picked up his daughter with the other hand. Looking at Ouyang Wan behind him who was nervous about his grandchildren, he said: "Mom, you are old, don't follow them.
, isn’t there someone watching over King Kong?”
Ouyang Wan glanced at her son and said angrily: "Isn't it the same when you were a child? Mom ran around less? Well, King Kong is sensible and is helping Peng Fei post couplets..."
This year's New Year is a bit late. It will not be until mid-February. After Zhuang Rui decorated the courtyard, he brought the whole family to the manor. He planned to celebrate the New Year in the manor this year.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
Just as he was talking about King Kong, the big guy ran over. Looking at what he was wearing, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but laugh out loud.
I don’t know who cut the clothes for King Kong, but actually gave him a set of bright red Tang suit, cotton-padded jacket and cotton trousers, and a landlord’s hat on his head. If you turned your back and looked at him, you would really think he was a burly man.
Woolen cloth.
"I want... Jinjin, I want Jinjin..."
As soon as King Kong arrived, the two little guys immediately became restless in Zhuang Rui's arms, twisting their bodies and opening their little hands for King Kong to hold.
"I said, who is your father?"
Zhuang Rui smiled bitterly and handed Fang Fangyuan to King Kong. The two little guys pulled the hair on King Kong's neck and had a great time playing with them. Zhuang Rui felt jealous in his heart.
Two little Tibetan mastiffs circled around King Kong, grabbing King Kong's clothes with their claws and trying to climb up. However, it turned out that dogs did not have the talent to climb trees, and they fell down halfway up. Zhuang Rui was stunned.
happy.
"Gah...gah!"
The golden feathers hovering in the sky also flew down and rubbed the faces of the two little guys with their sharp beaks. If an outsider saw this, they would definitely be frightened, but everyone in Zhuang Rui's family has become accustomed to it.
Ouyang Wan stared at her two grandchildren and asked Zhuang Rui, "Xiao Rui, is it time Xuan Bing came back?"
"Come back tomorrow, Mom, you have asked me more than 10 times..."
Qin Xuanbing started working last month, and is responsible for Qin Ruilin's jewelry design. She usually does it at home, but she went to Hong Kong a few days ago. This year, the Qin family is planning to have people come to celebrate the New Year.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on this. Go and help Sister-in-law Li and the others and see if the room is tidied up..."
When her in-laws were coming, Ouyang Wan naturally had to pay enough attention to it and sorted out all the rooms in the manor that could accommodate people. She has been busy with these things these days.
Zhuang Rui smiled and said: "I know, Mom, don't worry, the guest rooms here are better than five-star hotels..."
"By the way, where is Peng Fei? He has been out for more than half a month, right? Why hasn't he come back yet? Xiaoqian has asked several times..." When Zhuang Rui was about to turn around and leave, Ouyang Wan shouted from behind.
"Mom, Peng Fei is just these few days..."
While Zhuang Rui was talking, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang. He took it out and looked at it. Zhuang Rui smiled and said, "No, your godson's phone number is getting calls every day. Why are you worried?"
"You brat, I'm afraid that you might be in danger again and make mom worry..." Ouyang Wan glared at his son.
"Okay, let me answer the phone first..." Zhuang Rui walked to the side and pressed the answer button.
"Brother Zhuang, everything is done. I will fly back to *** the day after tomorrow..."
Peng Fei's voice came out from the microphone. There seemed to be a lot of people around him, it was a bit noisy, and none of them spoke Chinese.
"No one noticed you, right? You must pay attention to your safety. Zhang Qian has been talking about you these days. Go give her a call..."
Zhang Qian is also more than two months pregnant. If Peng Fei hadn't understood Japanese and was smart, Zhuang Rui really wouldn't have let him go out this time.
The story of Peng Fei's trip to the Communist Party of China started more than a month ago.
At the beginning of 2007, news suddenly came out in the Japanese archaeological community that they had discovered an ancient kiln site with a history of thousands of years, and unearthed two complete pieces of porcelain from it.
After research and verification by many ceramic experts and historians around the world, these two pieces of porcelain are indeed objects from a thousand years ago, and they have declared to the world that Japan has the best ceramic firing technology from a thousand years ago.
It has already caught up with China.
At the same time, they also put forward a theory, that is, the Cizhou kiln porcelain that has been circulated in China for a long time was first spread to China from Japan.
This confusing news immediately caused an uproar when it reached the country. Many domestic ceramic experts went to Japan to verify these two pieces of porcelain that were said to be technically "catching up" with China.
What's a little frustrating is that even those experts can't identify the authenticity of these two pieces of porcelain.
As for the carbon 14 surface made of porcelain powder scraped from the porcelain base, the two porcelains are indeed objects from more than a thousand years ago. All kinds of evidence are very unfavorable to China.
At this moment, people suddenly remembered the auction last year, but it was not a formal auction, and there was no video to prove it. Even if some people jumped out to speak, it would be meaningless.
During this period, Li Dali was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He received constant calls from all over the country with curses every day. If he hadn't been concerned that he was a gangster in the past, someone would have called his door long ago.
Zhuang Rui was also called by the old man to scold him and asked him to come up with ideas to solve the matter. That's why Zhuang Rui asked Peng Fei to go to the police station secretly. He had long expected that the little devil would do something fishy, and he had already
The backup plan is ready.
…
"Dad, please take a break and give me Fang Fang. This kid is so naughty..."
At noon, Zhuang Rui and Hao Long drove two cars and picked up Mr. Qin's family. Of course, it was only Zhuang Rui's father-in-law, mother-in-law and the old man. As for the two uncles, they both stayed in Hong Kong.
Qin Haoran liked his two grandsons very much. He never let go of his grandsons when they arrived at home. He kept holding the little ones in his arms. Now Fang Fangzheng stretched out his hand to pull his grandfather's glasses.
"I'm not tired, I'm not tired. Didn't you see that the old man is not tired? How can I be tired?"
Qin Haoran was talking about his father. Mr. Qin was sitting on the sofa with a little man wrapped around him, laughing happily.
"Dear viewers, what is being broadcast live now is the Tokyo press conference held by Chinese ceramic experts. As we all know, the government recently announced that ancient porcelain from a thousand years ago has been unearthed, which has attracted the attention of all parties.
The Chinese publicity says that they have enough evidence to prove that the porcelain in the hands of the Japanese is fake. We can see that the president of the Japanese Yamaki Co., Ltd. entered the press conference with two pieces of porcelain...
…”
Phoenix Satellite TV, which was currently playing, suddenly interrupted a program, which attracted the attention of several men in the living room.
"These Japanese people obviously have no history, but they insist on causing trouble. It is also because some people in our country failed to live up to expectations and sold the national treasure to them, which gave the Japanese people a chance. They really disdain their descendants!
"
Looking at the scene on TV, Mr. Qin was heartbroken, while Zhuang Rui, who was sitting opposite him, was blushing. He was the one who sold the things. Wasn't this scolding a bald donkey in front of a monk?
"Dad, that thing may not be real. Didn't our country's ceramic experts say so? They have evidence on their hands!"
Qin Haoran looked at the problem more objectively. After saying this, he looked at Zhuang Rui and said, "Xiao Rui, you are an antique player. What do you think about the problem of these two pieces of porcelain?"
"I?"
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect his father-in-law to ask him. When he was about to answer, he suddenly saw a familiar figure on the TV and said quickly: "Dad, you will know it by watching TV. The results will come out soon."
…”
The person who appeared on the TV was Tian Fan, a researcher at the Palace Museum. He went to Beijing as a ceramics expert, and it was Tian Fan who requested this press conference.
"Dear friends from the media, I am very happy that you can attend this press conference..."
Researcher Tian, who had always felt a bit dull to Zhuang Rui, actually behaved in a very stylish manner. After a brief speech, he continued: "As for the so-called porcelain unearthed from ancient kiln sites in this attack, what I want to explain is that,
Those are two fakes, modern handicrafts!"
Tian Fan's words were like a bomb dropped into the crowd. Both the audience in front of the TV and the reporters at the press conference all stood up.
