The policeman turned around and stared at the box next to Mr. Tang with his mouth open, and was about to collapse on the ground...
Two billion, all of which are national treasures?
No wonder he wanted to kick him down, but was kicked back directly. At this time, he was a little grateful to A Hu. If it weren't for A Hu's kick, his current situation would not be worse...
The crime of damaging a national treasure is directly placed on my head. I can’t take it away even if I want to, let alone pay compensation...
Director Wei's eyes widened and he looked at the policeman in disbelief, and then looked at the wooden box on the ground...
When Tang Da saw the situation, he sighed lightly and opened the wooden box directly. There were scrolls of simple scrolls and slightly yellowed books. The four words "Yongle Dadian" loomed on them, and the mourning note on the top was even more unique.
Shen Yun...
"Director, I, I, I..."
The box was opened, and this guy had nothing to say. The things inside were obviously of some age, especially the "Sang Luan Tie"!
It can be said that the most important protagonist of this cultural exchange meeting is "Sangluan Tie". Originally, everyone thought that this thing was in the little devil's place, but suddenly it was reported that a copy of "Sangluan Tie" also appeared in Huaxia Haishi.
In order to distinguish the authenticity, such a cultural exchange meeting between the two countries was specially held. After learning about it, many policemen specifically checked the "Sangluan Tie" to know what it was.
"Hmph, I'll leave it to you! Tang Fei, put your things away and bring them in." Wei Hongjun said.
The first sentence was naturally addressed to the criminal police captain, and the second sentence was addressed to Young Master Tang. The tone of the two sentences was completely different...
The criminal police captain nodded in agreement when he heard this, and then gave the policeman a hard look. Naturally, he hated him to the core. He had just spoken for this guy, and Boss Wei was obviously very unhappy...
Tang Dashao chuckled lightly and followed Wei Hongjun in. Ahu and Abao naturally also carried their things.
The eyes of the surrounding people were obviously focused on that box. Apparently, the items worth more than ten or two billion in it made them feel itchy...
"Tang Fei, I'm really sorry, it was my lax discipline..." Wei Hongjun said.
"Uncle Wei, what are you talking about? I'm afraid there will be thousands of police officers in Hai City. How can you handle it alone? However, in the future, the concept of civilized law enforcement must be established."
"Otherwise, for something like today, if Ah Hu hadn't acted quickly and that guy kicked the box, if the treasure inside would have been damaged, then we would be the sinners of the nation!" Young Master Tang said calmly.
In fact, it is a bit exaggerated to say that he is a sinner of the nation. After all, the things in the box are made of paper, not fragile items such as ceramics. But Young Master Tang said this mainly because he hoped that Wei Hongjun would pay attention to this situation.
I encountered this problem today because I could easily solve it because of my background. But if an ordinary citizen encounters this problem one day, who will he go to for explanation?
"Well, I will pay attention to this aspect in the future and conduct more training in this area!" Wei Hongjun said.
"Haha, Uncle Wei, I just wanted to say something casually, please don't take it personally." Young Master Tang said with a smile. He knew that when he spoke like this, the other party would feel a little uncomfortable. After all, the whole sea city
He is the boss of the police system, and speaking like this feels like slapping someone in the face in public...
"It's okay, it's okay. It's a good thing to find problems and solve them!" Wei Hongjun said immediately.
"Uncle Wei, is Mr. Tang here? Where should I put this batch of things?" Young Master Tang asked.
"Mr. Tang is in the lounge. I will take you directly there. Leave the things to Mr. Tang to arrange. The researchers in charge of this aspect are the researchers from the Institute of Cultural Relics."
"They are the professionals. We old men can't get these things. They are all national treasures and we don't dare to damage them." Wei Hongjun said with a smile.
"Are there researchers from the research institute? Haha, it would be best if they came to get these things." Mr. Tang nodded.
Originally, he was planning to perform in person. Each of these things was his treasure. If ordinary staff were to do it, he really wouldn't worry...
If a scroll is broken or a book falls apart, can I still seek compensation from others?
When I came to the lounge where Mr. Tang was, it was called a lounge, but it was actually a smaller conference room with several sofas, a round table, a few old people, and three or four people of different ages who looked warm.
There are elegant people sitting aside, obviously these should be researchers of the cultural relics theory.
"Mr. Tang, Tang Fei is here and has brought what you want!" Wei Hongjun said.
"This guy Tang Fei is here? Hurry, come in quickly, the protagonist has finally arrived, haha..." Mr. Tang laughed.
The protagonist of the cultural exchange exhibition "Sang Luan Tie"!
"Mr. Tang, I have brought everything." Young Master Tang said.
"Well, come on, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Feng, this is Mr. Ji, and the rest are their students. Teacher Feng and Teacher Ji are both Chinese calligraphers and calligraphers.
A master of research.”
"They are mainly responsible for the cultural relics work at this cultural exchange exhibition!" Tang Lao said.
"Hello, Mr. Feng, hello, Mr. Ji!"
Young Master Tang always respects the elderly, especially those who are talented and learned. Obviously, these two should be experts in Chinese calligraphy and painting, otherwise Mr. Tang would not let them take charge of this aspect of work.
"Haha, hello, young man, I have heard Mr. Tang mention you often, and Xiao Lin also often talks about you, saying that you have a good eye and often pick up things!" Mr. Feng said with a smile.
"Mr. Feng deserves the award. I just have a little luck occasionally. Who is Xiao Lin you mentioned?" Young Master Tang asked doubtfully.
"Oh, there is an antique businessman in the capital who is also very knowledgeable about cultural relics. He is my old friend!" said Mr. Feng.
When Young Master Tang heard this, he immediately understood that it was Boss Lin. Speaking of year-end friendships, Mr. Feng looked to be at least seventy years old, while Mr. Lin was only in his fifties. The two were about twenty years apart, so they could indeed be considered year-end friends.
"It turns out to be Boss Lin. I also admire Boss Lin's ability. He has helped me a lot." Mr. Tang said with a smile.
The best inkstone in the world, the purple gold inkstone, was taken out perfectly with the help of Boss Lin...
"Haha, purple gold inkstone? I heard Xiao Lin say that such treasures can be hidden in an ancient city wall brick. Although I have picked up a lot of leaks in my life, they are far behind compared with you." Mr. Feng.
smiled.
When communicating with people in the collecting industry, it is always inevitable to mention picking up missing items!
Even the richest people who don't care about the price of things will be very interested in their favorites, as if their ability to pick up missing items represents their ability to research antiques...
Anyone who makes a mistake can talk about it in the circle for several years, and even more than ten years later, people are still talking about it.
"Oh? Lao Feng, don't be humble. I remember that you donated the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in the Capital Museum. It is a famous painting at the national treasure level. It seems that you picked it up, and there are other things.
There are two national treasures alone. They are nicknamed the King of Leak Pickers. How come this kid is better at picking up leaks than you?" Ji Lao asked curiously.
Obviously, this Mr. Ji did not know enough about Mr. Tang like Mr. Feng did.
However, after hearing what Mr. Ji said, Young Master Tang still looked at Mr. Feng with admiration.
"Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is a work by the Northern Song Dynasty painter Wang Ximeng. It is 51.5 centimeters long and 1191.5 centimeters long. It is a painting of green mountains and green waters in the Northern Song Dynasty.
The biggest feature of this painting is that it is very long.
It is nearly twelve meters long, which is rare in Chinese history. Such a painting is undoubtedly a national treasure of China. The content of the painting is different, and it cannot be as good as "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"
momentum.
After all, landscape painting is a purely artistic creation, and the content of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" more truly reflects the prosperous scenes of Bianjing during the Northern Song Dynasty, which has great historical research value.
"Haha, Lao Ji, you don't understand this kid anymore. You will know after you look at what this kid brought. If nothing else, the "Sang Luan Tie" this time was picked up by this kid from the black market.
Back." Mr. Tang smiled.
"I haven't seen the "Sangluan Tie" yet. I need to study it carefully to see whether it is ours or the little devil's." Ji Lao said.
"Okay, Tang Fei, open the box and give them two palms!" Mr. Tang said with a smile.
"Okay." Young Master Tang nodded when he heard this.
Ahu directly placed the wooden box in his hand on the round table in the middle.
"Open!" said Young Master Tang.
After hearing this, Ahu opened the box, and the contents inside immediately attracted everyone's attention...
""Sangluan Post"!"
The protagonist of this exchange meeting is at the top, where everyone can see it at first glance. They also know that Mr. Tang will bring Sangluan Tie here, so they are not surprised. They just see the books next to them.
Shocked again...
""Yongle Dadian"?"
"And this baby?"
Everyone stretched their heads to look inside.
The scrolls are all rolled together, and no one knows what they are before opening them. Only the mourning scrolls on the top and the "Yongle Dadian" are the easiest to identify!
"Haha, let's not talk about "Sang Luan Tie", you know this thing. I also know about "Yongle Dadian". When Tang Fei bought a house in the capital, he dug out a treasure in the small yard, "Yongle Dadian"
If you get it from this, it can be regarded as a leak." Mr. Tang smiled and took out the "Sangluan Tie" and "Yongle Dadian" and put them aside.
Mr. Tang was very careful when picking up things. He wore special gloves in his hands. If you look carefully, everyone in the room except Mr. Tang and Ahu Abao had a pair of gloves on their hands. They were obviously prepared.
"This shouldn't be considered a treasure trove, it's a treasure unearthed..." Mr. Ji chuckled.
"What is dug out does not count? Well, let's continue watching!" Mr. Tang's beard trembled, preparing to continue to bring out things to enhance his persuasiveness...
Mr. Tang touched his nose and smiled bitterly. Mr. Tang was quite childlike at this time...
"Hey, you brought these things too? Haha, you are so thoughtful." Mr. Tang took out a stack of papers and placed them on the table gently.
"Sketch? Oil painting?" Mr. Ji and Mr. Feng said in surprise.
The cultural exchange this time is between China and Little Devils. The cultures of the two countries are similar, and these sketches and oil paintings are not considered the traditional culture of the two countries.
"These were found by Tang Fei in the British Museum, real ones," said Tang Lao.
"I have also been to the British Museum. There are many people engaged in this business on the street outside the door, but they are also full of fakes. It is a good skill to be able to pick up the leaks there!" Mr. Feng praised.
"The style of these paintings looks familiar..." Mr. Ji moved his eyes to those paintings and said.
"Look familiar? Of course you look familiar. These sketches are all by Picasso. This oil painting is..." Then Mr. Tang introduced the paintings...
Hearing Mr. Feng and Mr. Ji's breathing quicken, those students also stretched their heads to look. Picasso is known as the greatest painter. Each of his paintings is priceless, especially Westerners, who like to collect them.
Yes, there is no one who doesn’t want a piece of Picasso’s work!
"Although it is powerful, it is still a foreigner's thing..." Ji Lao said sourly.
This missed pick is quite impressive, but it’s not something from China...
"You old man, you are just a sinner. You should be familiar with this "Nine Peaks of Snow". Needless to say, we made a lot of fuss over this picture last year."
"This picture is a picture within a picture that I personally uncovered. The one who missed it was Tang Fei!" Tang Lao said.
"Nine Peaks of Snow"? Last year, experts from Haishi and Beijing almost came to blows over this picture. How could they not know that Mr. Ji and Mr. Feng were not involved, but those students under their command were
Have participated...
"The "Nine Peaks of Snow" is a good thing, but it is not a national treasure." Ji Lao said again.
Young Master Tang immediately rolled his eyes when he heard this, "This old guy, don't you like me? Why are you always so stubborn with me?"
"Don't worry about him, Niu Jin is guilty. There are still more in here. Take a look, how many good things are there?" Mr. Feng said hurriedly.
"Well, this is Tang Bohu's "Hundred Beautiful Pictures"." Tang Lao said.
"This "Hundred Beautiful Pictures" must not have been picked up. I remember it appeared at an auction a few years ago and was bought by a mysterious rich man." Ji Lao said.
"Did I say this was a mistake? This picture was originally bought by Wang Limin, but later it was transferred to Tang Fei!" Old Tang said.
Mr. Ji, Mr. Feng and the disciples were immediately surprised when they heard this. Although they don't remember the specific price, the final transaction price of this painting must not be less than 10 million, right? Just give it away casually?
The rich are indeed different...
"Well, this pair of Castiglione's "Pictures of Concubines" is also pretty good." Old Tang said.