While Jiang Hai closed the car door, he told the driver to get off work immediately.
"I'm not in a hurry," Master Jin was not in a hurry at all: "How about I wait for you a little longer."
"It's okay. Section Chief Jiang and I will go back together later."
Jingle bells ~ jingle bells ~
In the office building under the night, a series of phone rings came from an unknown office.
Jiang Hai and Jiang Shan looked up at the same time, and happened to meet Cai Wensheng and Zeng Yi who lived in the staff dormitory on the third floor.
"Lao Jiang, you came back just in time,"
Cai Wensheng, who was lying on the railing, shouted to the bottom: "Go back to your office and take a look. The phone has rang several times."
"Really,"
Jiang Hai withdrew his gaze and looked at Jiang Shan: "Is something wrong?"
Jiang Shan took the lead and said, "Hurry up and take a look upstairs."
The brothers didn't say much and went straight upstairs.
The person who made the call was really persistent. He tried again and again until Jiang Hai was out of breath and grabbed the handle: "Hello~"
"It's Comrade Jiang Hai," the other person finally felt relieved: "I'm Director Zhang."
"Zhang Bureau?" No wonder it lasted so long. Before leaving, Jiang Hai revealed to the other party that he wanted to report back to the club: "What happened? You are in such a hurry to find me."
Zhang Bureau: "Why, you haven't received a call from those old experts from the Municipal Bo?"
"No ah,"
Jiang Hai quickly frowned and looked at Jiang Shan. This glance made Jiang Shan nervous: "Why did the experts from the Municipal Expo call me? Could it be that..."
"Jiang Hai, don't think wrong," Zhang Ju said with a smile on the phone: "This is a good thing. Not only did they ask me for your phone number, but even the leaders of the Cultural Relics Bureau asked me for your phone number."
"A good thing?" Jiang Hai's eyes were filled with uncertainty: "What...good things can they get from me?"
"It's because of what you said just now that they re-established their confidence." Zhang Jue hated himself for leaving a step too early: "After we left, what did they do to that piece of snow?"
"Snow Bamboo Picture."
"Yes, I finally discovered the secret on the snow bamboo map!"
"Is there really a secret?"
Jiang Shan watched helplessly as Jiang Hai stood up.
So, he quickly stood up.
When Jiang Hai hung up the phone in a daze, Jiang Shan quickly asked: "What's wrong, brother, what did you say over there?"
Before anyone could explain anything, the phone on the table rang again.
"Hello, is this Oriental Metropolis Daily?" Xie Zhiliu's voice came from the phone: "I'm looking for your Editor-in-Chief Jiang."
"Thank you, Director," Jiang Hai calmed down: "I am Jiang Hai."
"Comrade Jiang Hai," Xie Zhiliu said, uncertain for a moment, "you finally answered the phone."
"Take some time on the way to report back to the club," Jiang Hai just pretended that he didn't know anything: "Excuse me, why are you looking for me so late?"
"Editor-in-Chief Jiang, please remember today's historical moment," Xie Zhiliu couldn't forget it anyway, "because I owe a share of your contribution to this huge discovery of mine today!"
"What do you mean?"
Jiang Hai did not realize the historical significance of this incident in the circle of calligraphy and painting at all: "I have a share of credit for everything."
Didn’t he just visit the city’s expo and have a few words?
"Do you know what I found on the Snow Bamboo Picture?"
"What?"
"Shortly after you left, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that your words were worth pondering, so I ordered someone to take down the "Snow Bamboo Picture","
Xie Zhiliu took advantage of the opportunity to speak and swallowed an antihypertensive pill: "After my unremitting efforts and reverse investigation, I finally found eight small seal characters on a bamboo pole."
"Did you really find something?" Jiang Hai finally felt a little more involved at this moment: "What is it about? Who is the author?"
"This bamboo is worth a hundred taels of gold!"
"Huh? Why are these?"
"You didn't expect that either."
"It doesn't have an author or a date?"
"No, there is no ink about this aspect," Xie Zhiliu said with a smile: "To say that this "Snow Bamboo Picture" is really unique, not only the painting style is unique, but also the hidden style is different from others."
"Oh, it's not easy." Jiang Hai never expected that his casual words would cause the veteran experts to get into such a big fight: "You must have had a hard time searching for me."
"To make such a huge discovery, no matter how hard it is, it's worth it."
After Xie Zhiliu finished speaking, the two old gentlemen beside him smiled and nodded.
"However, without your words as editor-in-chief Jiang, I still would not have regained my confidence in "Snow Bamboo Pictures". Therefore, at such an exciting moment, I must tell you the good news and express my gratitude to you."
Say thank you."
"Mr. Xie, you are serious,"
Jiang Hai, who was still standing at his desk, looked forward with a solemn expression:
"We should be the ones who should say thank you. Without the persistence of the older generation of experts like you, we younger generations would not be able to appreciate the style of the ancient masters and the exquisiteness of their calligraphy and painting, so please allow me
On behalf of all the staff of Oriental Metropolis Daily, I would like to say to you: Thank you, Mr. Xie, for your hard work."
After saying that, Jiang Hai hooked four fingers with his backhand.
A cigarette in Jiang Shan's hand was immediately put into the palm of the boss's hand.
"Hahaha,"
Director Xie has not smiled so comfortably for a long time. Now he likes Editor Jiang more and more:
"Comrade Jiang Hai, few of today's young leading cadres take us old die-hards seriously, let alone one who develops in an all-round way like you. Chief Editor Jiang will definitely have a bright future in the future."
"I still can't do without the guidance of seniors."
"Remember to come to my place often if you have time in the future," Curator Xie smiled kindly and said, "I see you are also very knowledgeable about calligraphy and painting!"
"Know a little bit." Jiang Hai emphasized again that he really did know a little bit.
"Knowing a little is worth more than countless things." Xie Zhiliu likes people who either don't say anything, but just hit the point when they say it: "I am in this position, and it is not a day's work. I will give you a lot of money someday."
This calligraphy and painting is with you, you go back and study it carefully."
"Okay," Jiang Hai, who had no consciousness at all, agreed readily: "To tell you the truth, as soon as I saw the "Snow Bamboo Picture" today, I immediately felt something unusual, something indescribable...
...How can I describe it to you? Fang Zheng, I just feel like he has something to say to me."
"So that's it..." Curator Xie thought deeply, and since that's the case: "Chief Editor Jiang, you must come here often in the future!"
"Don't worry, I still have to come to collect your submissions!"
"Yes, yes," Xie Zhiliu then remembered: "I still have an essay to write!"
Putting down the phone, Jiang Hai put out his cigarette immediately: "Lao San, you can't figure out why they called me?"
Jiang Shan really didn't expect that Xie Zhiliu would fight all night: "Isn't it just the message found on the "Snow Bamboo Picture"."
"How did you know?"
"There's no need to ask," Jiang Shan said matter-of-factly: "Didn't you just tell me on the phone: "Did you really find something? What did you write down? You must have worked hard to find it."
"Hey," Jiang Hai smiled, but in a blink of an eye he said, "Then do you know where those words are written? What are they written about?"
"I don't know about that," he said even if he knew, "Where did you write it?"
"It is said that on a small section of bamboo, eight small characters were written backwards: 'This bamboo is worth a hundred taels of gold.'"
Jiang Shan nodded: "Oh!"
"I can hear that the old gentleman is very excited." Jiang Hai was also very excited at this moment: "He said that he had called the relevant leaders' homes. Everyone was very excited and made an appointment to go to the museum early tomorrow morning to see the appraisal results."
Jiang Shan nodded: "This news is really a big event among them."
"Really?" Jiang Hai was stunned for a moment: "It's really strange. Director Xie insists that it was my words that made them curious about "Snow Bamboo Picture" again."
"What's so strange about this," Jiang Shan Dongchaxi pointed out, "many times, it's all bystanders who know the truth, while the authorities are confused."
"What am I talking about?" Jiang Hai panicked at the thought: "You were not at the scene at the time. Now my level of lying is almost as good as yours."
"How can this be a lie?" Jiang Shan called out to the conscience of heaven and earth: "MZX testifies that everything I said to you is true. But...brother, you are growing up very fast at this stage."
"Look at what you're saying. Now that you're lying, it's become an advantage?"
“As the saying goes, having too many skills does not overwhelm the body,” Jiang Shan repeatedly emphasized the need for all-round development:
"For a comrade like you who is in a front-line leadership position, even if you are not required to have a three-step dance floor or four rounds of mahjong, you still need to be able to speak two or three official accents."
"Why do these words sound so awkward?" Jiang Hai didn't understand for a moment, but he still laughed:
"But today I understand why you like to stay with a group of old comrades. Although they are a bit serious, they are still very amiable most of the time. Not to mention, it feels really good to be in close contact with cultural relics.
"
"That's right, you don't even know who these old comrades are." Could Jiang Shan be the one who wasted his time? "But when it comes to being amiable... you will understand when you have more contact with them in the future."
"Understand what?"
"I understand everything!"
Most of the experts and scholars who have reached this level are kind-hearted and amiable on weekdays.
But once you become more serious in your profession, it is not something that can be easily solved.
Especially the collision between the Sword Sect and the Air Sect is like a sinking battle in which one would rather injure oneself a thousand times than injure the enemy eight hundred.
If you can't figure it out, you can persuade it to be more prosperous... Often a dispute lasts for several years before the two sides can be distinguished.
In 1995, Zhejiang held an autumn auction where famous artists gathered.
A buyer from Shaoxing paid a high price of 1.1 million for a calligraphy and painting "Imitation Stone Stream Landscape" by Zhang Daqian.
From the literal meaning of the painting's title, we can understand that this is a work by Zhang Daqian that imitates the painting style of famous painters from his past.
I was worried that the transaction price of this painting was too high, and all kinds of rumors started to spread for a while.
The Shaoxing buyer, who was originally quite proud, was questioned by an expert present during an unintentional display.
This is not bad, this is a huge amount of money in the 1990s.
Therefore, the Shaoxing entrepreneur quickly sent the painting to Xie Zhiliu for appraisal.
After viewing the painting, Mr. Xie appraised it as "undoubtedly authentic" and issued a certificate of appraisal on the spot.
But the buyer, who was still worried, took the painting to Beijing under the guidance of another expert.
Then he sent this painting to Xu Bangda.
As expected, the unexpected happened.
After careful inspection by Xu Banchi, this "Imitation Stone Stream Landscape Painting" was identified as a copy.
In other words, this painting was imitated by others in Zhang Daqian's style and copied the paintings of the ancients.
Listen, it will make you confused.
After reaching this conclusion, the buyer immediately became angry.
Immediately submitted a return request to the auction company.
Because the auction house refused to cough up the money, the buyer had no choice but to file lawsuits with the Supreme People's Court of Hangzhou and Zhejiang.
But what seemed like a lawsuit between the buyer and the auction house turned out to be a battle between Xie Zhiliu and Xu Bangda.
Insiders all know that Xu Bangda is definitely not as good as Xie Zhiliu in terms of his calligraphy and painting skills.
But when it comes to calligraphy and painting appraisal cases, no one alive can compare with Xu Bangda.
If I had to choose one person, it would be Mr. Qi Gong.
In the coming year 1983, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage will set up a calligraphy and painting appraisal team.
In addition to Xu Bangda and Qi Gong, members of this team also included Yang Renkai, who identified the authenticity of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
It can be said that all of them have unique skills, but the leader of the group is even more impressive. He is Xie Zhiliu, the curator of Pujiang Museum.
The task of this appraisal team is not only to inspect the work of museums in various provinces and cities across the country, but also to appraise controversial collections in the museums.
Then, the fun started along the way.
This nationwide inspection tour lasted for eight years, and was filled with disputes between Generals Xie and Xu.
Xie Zhiliu is the group leader and a famous calligrapher and painter.
His manner of speaking is naturally unusual, and he always sticks to his word, leaving no room for doubt.
Compared with several other veteran experts who are easy to talk to, Mr. Xu has no grain of sand in his eyes.
Living in the Forbidden City, he has a very broad vision and has read countless paintings, both true and false.
The style and characteristics of famous people's calligraphy and painting from past dynasties have already been input into my mind and can be recalled at any time.
In many debates, Xie Fang would often be caught off guard by a key knowledge point he raised or evidence recorded in history, making him unable to refute.
However, the other party has the veto power of the team leader, so even if God says it, God has the final say.
As a master of art, Xie Zhiliu has a big temper and has bigger ideas. He will get angry if anything goes wrong.
At this time, Yang Renkai and Fu Xinian, who could still speak a few words, fell silent.
Xu Bangda, who was not known for his sharp words, was holding his breath and wanted to pack up and go home.
Only Qigong would politely advise him at this time: "Old Xu, why bother!"
"Listen to what they said," Xu Bangda was really angry: "When I patrolled the country, he didn't know where he was?"
As early as 1942, our country also established a cultural relic appraisal and inspection team.
Among them, the expert in charge of appraisal of calligraphy and painting is Xu Bangda.
At that time, Xie Zhiliu was following Zhang Daqian in making rubbings in Dunhuang.
Even more coincidentally, the head of the Pujiang Museum at that time was also Xu Bangda.
Later, Xu Bangda joined the National Palace Museum Research Institute at the invitation of Zheng Zhenduo, director of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage.
Xie Zhiliu, who returned from Dunhuang, also officially entered the circle of calligraphy and painting aristocrats under the recommendation of Zhang Boju.
So when it comes to appraisal of calligraphy and painting, Xie definitely cannot compete with Xu... or anything like that!
What a pity.
"Authority and authority" means power comes first, followed by deterrence.
As long as there is authority, nothing else will work.
But once something involves a third party, it is no longer an internal conflict.
After all, they spend real money.
The buyer of "Imitation Rock Creek Landscape" vows to die not to be taken advantage of.
It took several years to tell the truth.
Until 1998, the Supreme People's Court, which had always been obsessed with authenticity, entrusted the State Administration of Cultural Heritage to organize an appraisal team including 11 experts.
After careful and professional evaluation, the expert team gave the final identification result: the "Imitation Stone Stream Landscape Painting" identified as Zhang Daqian is a forgery.
In the end, the Supreme People's Court ruled against the auction company and ordered that the buyer be compensated 1.27 million yuan.
It was not until this moment that the contest between Xie and Xu came to an end.
…
"What are you thinking about?"
On the slow lane of Pujiang City, two brothers from the Jiang family rode bicycles side by side.
Jiang Hai saw that the third child was about to ride on the curb, so he reminded him: "Are you worried about the old expert from Yanjing?"
Jiang Hai had a feeling before that although Xu Bangda's manuscript of "Xu Xi's Falling Ink on Snow Bamboo" was commissioned by someone else.
But I never thought that the third child was more interested in me than me.
"What am I doing with my free time?" Jiang Shan adjusted his driving route in time.
In his new life, he is here to live his life, not to make trouble.
Besides, the secret in the "Snow Bamboo Picture" was originally discovered by Xie Zhiliu.
He just advanced the occurrence of this incident by a year and a half, and also helped his eldest brother to be more popular.
"Brother," Jiang Shan said as he rode the wheel:
"When you get Director Xie's submission in a few days, remember to put it away with Mr. Xu's, but be sure to keep it."
"Don't worry," Jiang Hai had already remembered: "I've even prepared the brown paper bag, and I'm just waiting for Director Xie to submit the manuscript."
"You are really my brother,"
Jiang Shan was entertained and sang happily: "The road is long and foggy... camel bells ring in my ears..."
Jiang Hai has been surrounded by this tune recently: "Comrades in arms, comrades in arms, dear brothers..."
…
Early the next morning, almost all the leaders of the Pujiang Cultural Relics Bureau came to the museum.
Director Xie, who is full of joy, is presenting the results of the victory to everyone.
Many experts congratulated one after another, and the article about Xu Bangda's "Xu Xi's Picture of Snow Bamboo Falling Ink" seemed even more insignificant.
At the same time, the Forbidden City in Yanjing.
In order to express their gratitude to the two presidents of Peking University Hospital, Xu Bangda, Zhu Jiajin and Qi Gong are accompanying President Hu and President Ma to visit the Forbidden City.
At this moment, several old gentlemen had already entered a cultural relic restoration room.
"Calligraphy and painting are organic cultural relics. In order to protect these famous paintings through the ages, most of the exhibits placed in the exhibition hall are copy paintings. It is a coincidence that the two deans are here today,"
Zhu Jiazhu smiled and pointed forward: "See, that's the original "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"."
"That's right," Dean Hu knows the depth: "I'm really blessed today."
On a huge book table, a long scroll is only partially unfolded, but it can already be seen that it has an extraordinary temperament.
Above and below it is an identical painting.
The only difference is that an elderly lesbian is doing the final finishing touches on this painting.
She is the famous copying master Feng Zhonglian, and the copying work on the painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" has been going on for ten years.
"Bring it out from the warehouse every day,"
Xu Bangda stood next to the painting with his hands behind his back: "I will send it back to the warehouse before get off work. I have been careful for ten years. If I am not careful, I have to start all over again. It's her. I definitely wouldn't be able to handle it."
Feng Zhonglian just smiled and said nothing, and controlled the pen and ink steadily.
Just when the big guys were sighing in a low voice and expressing their overwhelming respect, a young comrade suddenly ran over panting outside the door:
"Mr. Xu, please go back to the office and answer the phone quickly. All the phones in the library are ringing like crazy."
Xu Bangda looked stern: "You're all looking for me?"
Zhu Jiaxin frowned: "What happened?"
Qi Gong: "Let's go take a look quickly."
So, everyone quickly moved to the cultural relics research room.
It was just like what was said, the phone was ringing one after another.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Xu Bangda? I am a reporter from the People's Daily. Can you tell us in detail about your previous discovery of the authentic "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains"?"
"I am a reporter from the Yanjing Evening News... How did you determine that Qianlong's judgment was wrong?"
"Mr. Xu, we are reporters from China Youth Daily. Do you have time to accept an exclusive interview with our newspaper now?"
"Is this Mr. Xu Bangda? This is Wen Wei Po in Xiangjiang..."
"Now, I just want to figure out one thing,"
Xu Bangda, who was holding the phone, was already a little dizzy: "I am an old man, where did you find out..."
