Chapter 326 The National Treasure of 'Oriental Metropolis Daily'
Yanjing City, Fangjiayuan Hutong.
Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang walked with their hands folded in their arms.
The pale sun in the sky has not melted the snow on the ground much after working all day.
There are cinders scattered all the way in the alley, and it makes people feel at ease when they step on them.
After walking through the narrow aisle, Wang Shixiang, carrying a small vegetable basket, finally led Huang Yongyu to the door of his house.
As soon as the padlock was opened, Huang Yongyu stomped on his shoes and walked in.
He raised his eyes sharply and looked around, thinking that he had entered a flea market: "Is this considered finished?"
The Ming Dynasty furniture filled the house, making the three main rooms look overcrowded, and one of the rooms only had a single passageway for people to walk through.
"This is the only choice for now." Wang Shixiang was also reluctant to throw it away: "Otherwise, how else can we deal with it?"
Whether it was the early 1980s or any era before that.
Ming Dynasty furniture has never been classified as antiques.
No matter how you calculate it, it's just a piece of furniture.
Regardless of whether it is made of rosewood, ebony, rosewood, or rosewood, at most it is just a big piece for celebrities to show off their wealth.
But what caused their value to suddenly upgrade from luxury goods to an art paradise for antiques?
His main contribution comes mostly from Wang Shixiang who is poking out soot with a pair of pokers.
Thanks to the promotion of overseas collectors, Chinese classical furniture has enjoyed a prosperous life.
Of course, the current Ming Dynasty furniture cannot even be considered a luxury item.
In the store, there is no large wardrobe with three doors that is very popular.
Even in Wang Shixiang's eyes, they are just works of art with research value.
While talking, Huang Yongyu sat down on a rose chair made of red rosewood: "I haven't seen this chair before, did you just collect it?"
"15 yuan a pair," Wang Shixiang liked more and more the more he looked at them: "How about it, are they beautiful?"
Although Huang Yongyu also thought it was beautiful, he said: "The house is piled up like this, and you still want to buy it? You are not really planning on my house, are you?"
"I picked this pair of chairs from the Yanjing Hardwood Furniture Factory. Their factory has been unable to survive since last year," Wang Shixiang stretched out his arms and gestured:
"There is a large warehouse in the factory, which is full of ancient furniture collected over the past thirty years. It is currently being sold abroad.
A Huanghuali moon-shaped canopy bed only costs 400 yuan. Director Xiao said that if I took it, the price would go even lower.
It’s a pity that I have neither money to buy nor a place to put it on. Alas, you didn’t see how worried Lao Xiao was!”
Huang Yongyu chuckled: "Don't worry, besides you, no one else can buy hardwood furniture now, so we have to close down."
No one could have imagined that dozens or millions of pieces of antique furniture would be found in the bustling city without anyone noticing.
Huanghuali Ming Dynasty armchairs cost 10 yuan a pair, and nine-square grid rosewood racks cost 200 yuan, which is negotiable...
When Li Hanxiang came to film "Curtain Behind the Curtain" later, his favorite place to go after turning off his phone every day was this hardwood furniture factory.
"I'm telling you, you can ride with me some other time to go have a look." Wang Shixiang is waiting for the day when his salary will be collected next month: "When the time comes, you can help me carry a few things back."
Huang Yongyu nodded, it wasn't the first time anyway.
"Okay, I'll go and see if there is a suitable rosewood penholder then." Seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving, Huang Yongyu became anxious: "What on earth do you want to say, do you still want to go to my place?"
When we met at the intersection before, Wang Shixiang heard that Huang Yongyu wanted to call Pujiang.
They quickly shouted to take him with them, so the two of them decided to accompany him home to deliver some food, and then go to Huang's house together.
"Okay," Wang Shixiang said and left: "Let's go."
The two of them crossed their hands and set foot on the cinder path again.
As soon as I walked into Dayabao Hutong, I saw three familiar figures.
"Hey," Huang Yongyu asked curiously, "Why are you here?"
In the yard, Zhu Jiazhu, Xu Bangda, and Qi Gong turned around at the same time, and happened to take photos of Wang and Huang opposite each other.
As soon as Xu Bangda saw the visitor, he opened his mouth and asked: "Yongyu, what is the name of your nephew in Pujiang?"
Zhu Jiaxin: "Which newspaper is he a reporter from?"
Qi Gong: "Is it "Oriental Metropolis Daily"?"
"Um?"
Huang Yongyu suddenly heard this and asked, "Why are you asking about this?"
Xu Bangda was anxious: "Is his name Jiangshan?"
"Yes," Huang Yongyu didn't know whether he should admit it or not: "What happened?"
Xu Bangda's expression became visibly agitated: "He is a reporter from Oriental Metropolis Daily?"
"Why," Huang Yongyu's face changed at every turn, and he looked at the other person coldly: "Did he offend you?"
"Look at how protective you are," Xu Bangda laughed: "Not only did he not offend me, he also helped me a lot."
"He helped you?" Huang Yongyu was even more surprised: "What did he help you with?"
"You really didn't tell me for me?"
"I don't even have a chance to talk about Lao Wang, so how can I have time to talk about you?" Huang Yongyu asked as he opened the door: "Besides, I don't even know what you are talking about."
…
After a hasty dinner, several university researchers sat in Huang Yongyu's multifunctional study room.
When Huang Yongyu's wife brought the teapot in, a room full of scholars were roasting cotton shoes around the coal stove.
"This morning, we were taking Dean Hu to visit the Forbidden City," Zhu Jiaxin took the lead in introducing: "As soon as we entered the restoration room, someone started shouting from outside."
Qi Gong: "It is said that newspapers all over Yanjing are contacting Lao Xu."
Zhu Jiaxin: “Even people from Xiangjiang are calling the office.”
"Why?" Huang Yongyu asked: "Old Xu, what did you do?"
"Two days ago," Xu Bangda looked at Huang Yongyu: "Pujiang's "Oriental Metropolis Daily" published a news article called: The secret of thousand-year-old ancient paintings."
Wang Shixiang: "Thousand-year-old ancient paintings?"
Huang Yongyu: "Who painted it?"
"I don't know who painted it," Xu Bangda would not agree that "Snow Bamboo Picture" was painted by Xu Xi: "Actually, the name is just a title, and its main title is "Experimentation of Xu Xi's "Falling Ink" Painting Method."
When Xu Bangda said this, Huang Yongyu immediately understood: "Isn't this an article you wrote in the early years?"
Wang Shixiang frowned: "Why did you send it to Pujiang? You didn't send it to Xie Zhiliu on purpose, did you?"
"You think too much," Xu Bangda didn't expect his old friend to think so highly of him: "It's good if it can be published, but it's my turn to pick and choose."
"That's true," Wang Shixiang nodded: "But why is this Pujiang newspaper willing? This is an article that overturns the opinion of the curator of the Pujiang Museum."
"Not long ago, an old friend from Pujiang came to Yanjing to visit me," Xu Bangda explained:
"He was originally the editor of Pujiang's Xinmin Evening News. I heard that they were busy resuming publication recently, so I asked him if he could help publish an article.
After reading the article, he estimated that the editor-in-chief would not publish it. Seeing that I was a little disappointed, he said that a newspaper might be able to help publish it."
The tobacco in Huang Yongyu's pipe lit up: "So, your article was published in Oriental Metropolis Daily?"
"Yes," Xu Bangda continued: "But it was not this article that made everyone call me, but another article."
Wang Shixiang asked curiously: "You wrote another one?"
"It was written by me," Xu Bangda stared at Huang Yongyu: "It was written by your nephew named Jiang Shan."
"Written by Jiang Shan?" Huang Yongyu let go of his pipe: "What did you write?"
Xu Bangda narrowed his eyes: "Do you still remember the story of "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains"?"
Wang Shixiang asked in surprise: "Did that kid report this?"
Xu Bangda, Qi Gong and Zhu Jiazhu nodded together.
"No wonder the newspaper wants to contact you," Huang Yongyu finally understood: "This story is much more interesting than your picture of snow and bamboo."
Wang Shixiang also thought: "It sounds mysterious."
"Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains", one of China's top ten famous paintings handed down from generation to generation, was originally a masterpiece by the famous Yuan Dynasty painter Huang Gongwang.
As the name suggests, this painting depicts the beautiful mountains and waters on both sides of the Fuchun River.
Like "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", the people in this painting move with the scenery, and the scenery changes with the people.
Moving from scene to scene, the author painted everything he saw into the painting.
Until a long ink scroll about 7 meters long became famous.
There is no doubt that this painting has become a favorite among collectors.
After changing hands several times, it was finally acquired by Wu Zhengzhi, a collector from the Ming Dynasty.
Perhaps he loved this painting "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" too much, or maybe he had the thought that "it is better to enjoy happiness alone than to enjoy it with others".
Before Wu Zhengzhi died, he ordered his family to burn the paintings and bury them in front of him.
In addition to "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains", there is another masterpiece "The Thousand Character Essay" on the list of people who went to hell together.
Fortunately, when "The Thousand Character Essay" came and went, the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" in the brazier was snatched out by the nephew named Wu.
Unfortunately, this 7-meter-long scroll was still burned with a series of holes.
Later, "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" was forced to be cut into two and re-framed.
Although the first part of the painting is short, it is short and concise, and the picture is intact. It was called "The Remaining Mountain Picture" by later generations.
The second half is long enough, but it was seriously damaged and the picture had to be repaired a lot, so it was called "The Useless Master" by later generations.
But even though this rumor had been around for a long time, Qianlong didn't believe these magical "rumors".
He insisted on treating a perfect "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" in the palace as genuine and stamped it with his own official stamp of approval.
This painting is flawless and is actually a copy of "Wu Yong Shi Juan" copied by literati in the late Ming Dynasty.
The signature was cut off by criminals and forged inscriptions and postscripts were added.
Unfortunately, this criminal's level was limited and he did not know that the inscriptions and inscriptions on paintings and calligraphy from the Yuan Dynasty were actually painted in the paintings.
Fortunately, Qianlong's appraisal level was limited, and he never felt that there was anything wrong with the signature in the blank space of the picture.
So, they succeeded each other.
For more than ten years, Qianlong took out this painting every year, left a message and printed it again.
Even if an important minister later presented the original work of "Wu Yong Shi", it was identified as a facsimile by him, and he issued the identification result on the original work with his pen.
In 1933, important cultural relics from the Forbidden City were moved south, and thousands of boxes of treasures were transported to the Magic City in five batches.
Xu Bangda, who happened to be working in Shanghai at the time, followed some officials to the warehouse to observe.
After seeing two paintings of "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains", I immediately got back to work and went to investigate them in detail.
After some careful research, Xu Banchi discovered that the "authentic" seal stamped by Qianlong was actually a copy of a painting.
The 'fake' gifted by Qianlong himself is the real "Wu Yong Shi".
This discovery was so extraordinary that collector Ye Gongchuo, who was the chairman of the Shanghai Museum at the time, immediately organized a team of experts to participate in the appraisal.
The final result was just like Xu Banchi's judgment.
It seems that the True Dragon Emperor also has his own mistakes.
Since then, this old masterpiece "Wu Yong Shi" has been respectfully called "Zi Ming Juan" by future generations.
This is because it has a special background and was imitated in the late Ming Dynasty.
"Zi Ming Juan" has also become a collectible painting, and has been included in Wanwan's archives together with "Wu Yong Shi".
The other half, "The Remaining Mountain Picture", was collected into the Zhejiang Museum.
"Normally no one has mentioned this matter for a long time," Huang Yongyu pondered for a while: "How did this kid know about it?"
"I'm from a newspaper, so it's not easy to find out something," Zhu Jiaxin said, "Besides, this matter about Lao Xu is not a secret."
"That's true," Huang Yongyu looked at Xu Bangda and smiled: "That's it, your article has finally been published."
Qi Gong also laughed: "Speaking of which, Lao Xu's article is quite old."
"No," Xu Bangda said, "as Lao Xie becomes more and more powerful, it will be harder for this article of mine to be published."
"So," Zhu Jiasu said to Huang Yongyu:
"When we learned that the author of "Adventures of Thousand-Year Ancient Paintings" was Jiang Shan, we thought you had asked him to help publish Lao Xu's article about snow and bamboo pictures."
Xu Bangda stared at Huang Yongyu: "Isn't it really a good thing you did?"
Huang Yongyu shook his head firmly: "Am I the kind of person who does good deeds without leaving a name?"
The elders in the room shook their heads at the same time.
"So, it's a complete coincidence?" Xu Bangda immediately felt that he was destined to meet his son: "This kid has a vision."
Huang Yongyu: "How did you know that?"
Xu Bangda: "The text of "The Adventures of Thousand-Year Ancient Paintings" is there."
"I just wanted to ask," Wang Shixiang asked curiously: "What is this "Adventures of Thousand Years of Ancient Paintings"?"
Qi Gong: "It's an article describing the incident of Lao Xu's appraisal of "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains"."
"Oh," Wang Shixiang's mind turned around and he discovered something remarkable: "Yongyu, your nephew really doesn't know that Lao Xu is your friend?"
Huang Yongyu can conclude: "He doesn't even know who you are."
"But have you noticed," Wang Shixiang said word by word: "Jiangshan put these two articles together, isn't it the same as showing Lao Xu's appraisal skills to the public."
Xu Bangda was stunned for a moment: "My article only identified the age of "Snow Bamboo Picture" based on its painting method, and did not mention Xie Zhiliu's fault."
"But no one in the circle knows that what you are overturning is his opinion."
In fact, they all thought too much. Jiangshan's move was just to enliven the atmosphere of his newspaper's new column "National Treasures".
"Don't worry about this for now," Huang Yongyu couldn't sit still: "I'll call Pujiang first. Brother Boju is in charge of the ward. I haven't thanked that guy yet."
…
Soon, a phone ringing sound came from a house in a small courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street.
"Uncle Yongyu," Jiang Shan became happy when he heard this: "I am opening the parcel you sent me!"
Jiang Shan's cheerful words infected Huang Yongyu: "Did you see it was sealed on the first day?"
"Of course I saw it," Jiang Shan said, as the monkey ticket's first-day cover is only sold in Yanjing. "I queued up early that day, but unfortunately I didn't buy it."
"You still have to queue up to buy stamps? Berlin has already prepared them for you," Huang Yongyu said: "Besides, you did a good job handling the affairs of Zhang Boju's ward."
"Mr. Zhang moved into a single room?" Li Guyi never mentioned it to Jiang Shan.
"You still don't know?" Huang Yongyu said: "It's not a single room, it's a ward for senior officials."
"She just said it would be left to her," Jiang Shanyiwu said, "I didn't have the time to ask in detail."
"Your friend is quite interesting," Huang Yongyu elaborated: "He even sent me a fruit basket."
"You also know this friend of mine," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "You even had dinner with her at the Yanjing Hotel."
"Who?" Although Huang Yongyu only dined with Jiang Shan once at Yanjing Hotel, he was very impressed: "Liu Xiaoqing?"
"No, it's Teacher Li Guyi."
"It turns out that Li Guyi helped," Huang Yongyu said this without noticing the shocked expressions in the room: "Your kid has become friends with her now?"
"She happened to be right next to me when you called me that day."
"Li Guyi is also in Pujiang?"
"I was doing a concert recently, and she was helping to control it," Jiang Shan suddenly had an idea:
"By the way, Uncle Yongyu, haven't you always wanted to come to Pujiang? You might as well come over in two days."
"Going to Pujiang? In two days?"
"I have a concert coming soon. It's really good. Would you like to come over and have a look?"
"Okay," Huang Yongyu loves to join in the fun: "I just have something that I want to talk to you about in person."
After saying that, he glanced at Wang Shixiang and saw that the other person was pointing at him desperately, so he said: "I will help you introduce a good person then. He also loves to play."
"Sure," Jiang Shan had already made a plan: "Just wait for my call tomorrow and I will have someone send you the train ticket then..."
After hanging up the phone, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang looked at each other happily.
When he turned around again, he found the other three people staring at them angrily.