"We are here to donate things, and we would like to meet the curator."
Zhang Yuan said.
"Yes, Wang Xizhi's "Sangluan Tie"."
Roy added.
The security guard was quite happy to hear Zhang Yuan's words at first, but then his expression suddenly changed when he heard Roy's words, and he asked.
“What are you going to donate?”
"Wang Xizhi, "Sangluan Tie"!"
Roy repeated, a little confused. The security guard's expression was a little different from what she had imagined. She thought that when the security guard heard the name, he would be shocked first, then ecstatic, and finally hurriedly invited them in.
But after thinking about it, she figured out that this was just an ordinary security guard, and it was normal for her not to know the value of "Sang Luan Tie". After all, she didn't know much about it before.
But she really guessed wrong. This security guard has been standing guard at the museum all year round. He really knew about "Sang Luan Tie" through his ears and eyes. He also knew that the legendary characters had long been missing and that they were all fakes on the market.
So he suddenly turned cold, waved his hands and said.
"Go, go, don't cause trouble here again."
Zhang Yuan shook his head helplessly. He knew this would be the result, so he didn't say what he wanted to donate.
The Roy man on the side suddenly became a little anxious and said.
"How are you talking? We are here to donate things, and this is your attitude?"
At this moment, a voice came from behind the two of them.
"Lao Zhang, what's going on?"
Looking back, I saw a gentle man walking over with a frown on his face.
He first looked at Zhang Yuan and the two, and then looked at security guard Zhang.
The latter spoke immediately.
"Mr. Xie, these two people came to our museum to cause trouble."
Roy immediately said unconvinced.
"Why are we causing trouble? We came to donate things and you say we are making trouble?"
The security guard also said angrily.
"You said you wanted to donate Wang Xizhi's "Mourning Notes". Isn't this causing trouble?"
The man called Mr. Xie suddenly turned cold when he heard this and said to the two of them.
"You want to donate "Mourning Posts"? Where are they?"
The tone of this questioning immediately made Roy, a policeman, very uncomfortable and he spoke immediately.
"What does it have to do with you? Who are you?"
"I am the appraiser of the museum. My name is Xie Shan. Since you said you want to donate it to the museum, I am naturally qualified to take a look."
Xie Shan said expressionlessly.
Zhang Yuan on the side immediately spoke.
"I said it myself, we are here to donate, we don't owe you anything. What's your tone?"
"Furthermore, not just any appraiser is qualified to judge the authenticity of a treasure like "Sangluan Tie"."
"Ask your curator to come out. I won't show it to you until he comes out."
A look of sullenness immediately appeared on Xie Shan's face, and he scolded.
"I'm warning you not to cause trouble here, but you deserve to mention this name in "Sangluan Post"? Get out of here!"
Then he turned his head and said to the security guard.
"Lao Zhang, don't let these two come in. If they refuse to leave, call the police!"
Then we entered the museum directly.
The security guard also said to Zhang Yuan and Zhang Yuan impatiently.
"Did you hear that? Let's go quickly!"
Then he turned around and went into his security room to read newspapers and drink tea.
When Zhang Yuan saw this, he called Mr. Zhou directly without any nonsense. This museum was recommended by Mr. Zhou, and the other party must have the contact information of the director.
Ten minutes later, the curator and chief appraiser, Tao Xianyong, Xie Shan's master, came out.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard the conversation between Zhang Yuan and Zhang Yuan.
Roy's anger had not subsided and he spoke.
"He wants to call the police? Let him call!"
Zhang Yuan comforted him from the side.
"Okay, don't be angry. As we all know, only those appraisers who have no real skills will come to the museum. He must be middle-aged, depressed, and mentally abnormal. Don't be the same as him."
Tao Xianyong, the chief appraiser on the side, suddenly changed his expression when he heard this.
The curator on the side quickly spoke to comfort him.
"Calm down, calm down, I am here to donate things after all."
Tao Xianyong took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said.
"What does he want to donate?"
"have no idea."
The curator shook his head, then walked up and said.
"You two are just here to donate things."
Before Zhang Yuan could answer, the security guard jumped out and said.
"Yes, they claimed that they wanted to donate Wang Xizhi's "Mourning Notes" to our museum. Aren't they here to cause trouble? Mr. Xie and I drove them away, but they still refused to leave!"
Tao Xianyong on the side suddenly sneered when he heard this.
"You two liars don't even look at where this place is, and you dare to come here to deceive people."
"Also, you are really quite backward. You still use old-fashioned scams like "Sangluan Tie". Did you just run out of the ravine?"
Roy's expression changed immediately after hearing this. She, a dignified people's police officer, was actually called a liar.
The curator hurriedly criticized Tao Xianyong and said.
"These two were introduced by Mr. Zhou."
Tao Xianyong was shocked.
Although they are both appraisers, he considers himself inferior to Mr. Zhou. Since the other person was introduced by Mr. Zhou, he should not be a liar.
But the fact that I had "Sang Luan Tie" in my hand was really ridiculous, so I couldn't help but ask.
"Mr. Zhou said that the two of them came to donate "Sangluan Tie"?"
"That's not true."
The curator replied.
Tao Xianyong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Yuan took a step forward and asked.
"What are the identities of you two?"
The curator then remembered that he had not introduced himself yet and said hurriedly.
"I am the curator here, and this is our chief appraiser, Mr. Tao Xianyong."
"Chief Appraiser."
Zhang Yuan nodded, then suddenly unfolded the "Sang Luan Tie" in his hand, and then spoke.
"Since I am the chief, I am qualified to see this calligraphy, and let me see if the appraisers in your museum are all trash!"
Tao Xianyong frowned slightly when he heard this. He was naturally a little unhappy, but he thought of Mr. Zhou and endured it.
Then I thought about the subtitles.
He originally thought that this calligraphy was copied by a certain calligrapher, but when he saw Song Huizong's seal, he realized something was wrong.
He was shocked at first, then his facial muscles trembled slightly, and finally he said in surprise.
"Really, it's the authentic copy of "Sangluan Tie"!"
"What!"
The security guard and the curator exclaimed at the same time.
The curator asked, grabbing the cash-out hand.
"Are you sure you read it correctly?"
"No, no, I'm absolutely not wrong.,"
Tao Xianyong said hurriedly.
The curator was immediately overjoyed.
After a brief surprise, the security guard hurriedly lowered his head, knowing that he had gotten into trouble.