In May 1980, when my country's first Dongfeng was about to hit the sky.
Comrade Jiangshan, who couldn't help much, decided to do a small favor.
Harbin Medical University, Department of Medicine.
Looking at his senior brothers and sisters standing in front of the teaching building taking graduation photos, Wo Weihan, who was sitting on the playground, also began to look forward to his graduation ceremony next year.
"I envy them so much," Wo Weihan said to the classmates around him: "I heard that the units assigned to this year's graduates are very good, but I don't know what it will be like next year."
"It's probably not even bad," the fellow junior classmate smiled at Wo Weihan and said, "You don't have to worry. With such good grades like yours, you'll probably be hired by the internship unit directly."
Wo Weihan, who is over 30 years old, raised the corner of his mouth: "If it is an ordinary unit, I would not hesitate to keep it!"
"Aren't you prepared to obey the assignment?"
"It's not disobedience," Wo Weihan arranged the order: "If possible, I would like to take another graduate student exam."
Wo Weihan, who is currently in his third year of college, not only wants to continue his studies, but is also thinking about the opportunity to study abroad at public expense.
If he were not destined to Jiangshan, everything would develop according to the process of the previous life:
Bachelor's degree from Harbin Medical University - Master's degree from the Chinese Academy of Sciences - Researcher of the Chinese Academy of Sciences - Studying abroad for a Ph.D. at public expense - After graduation, he abandoned the Institute of the Chinese Academy of Sciences that trained him - Stayed abroad and became a traitor - Returned to China to exploit Guo Wanju, an expert in induced bomb technology
——Stealing the East Wind——End.
"Graduate student? You..."
Just when the students on the side were about to ask a few more questions, the counselor not far away waved over.
"Wo Weihan, the department director asked you to go there."
"Department Chairman?" Wo Weihan quickly stood up: "Do you know what it is?"
"It seems that your internship unit has implemented it."
Upon hearing this, Wo Weihan clenched his fists: "Great!"
With his excellent score of being number one in his professional course, a hospital should have come to take over him long ago.
…
"Pujiang Tongyi Match Factory?"
At the desk of the department head, a teacher who was nearly 50 years old thought he had misheard: "Did I hear that right, Lao Lu?"
"It's absolutely true," Director Lu himself also smiled bitterly: "Classmate Wo Weihan's internship unit is in Pujiang."
"No," as a class teacher, Teacher Song must be responsible for her students:
"It's great to be able to go to Pujiang, but how can it be a match factory? Wo Weihan's grades have never fallen out of the top five in our class."
"It's no use even if he's number one," Director Lu knocked on the table:
"In addition to Pujiang's Second Lighting Bureau, the National Machinery Ministry and the Tourism Bureau are all asking for him from the school.
Three gold medals, classmate Wo Weihan must obey."
Teacher Song, who heard about this situation for the first time, opened his eyes wide in shock.
"So many government agencies are asking for him?" It sounded exciting, but the class teacher soon realized a problem: "But none of them are professional counterparts?"
“Is cross-industry management strange in our country?”
"No," Teacher Song was surprised: "Are the positions assigned by these three departments the same?"
Director Lu, who was silent, nodded.
"Are they all match factories?"
"Now do you realize how complicated the problem is?"
Class teacher: "I'm just confused..."
"I have also inquired carefully about this issue," the department chair said, still very responsible:
"The position they gave Mr. Wo Weihan is actually a research and development room in the match factory, a department that specializes in research and development of new products. It seems to be a professional counterpart."
head teacher:"……"
"Moreover," Director Lu said: "This match factory is the designated export unit of Pujiang City. It is more profitable than ordinary match factories. The salary you get after joining will never be lower than that of Harbin No. 1 Hospital."
Class teacher: "But..."
At this moment, classmate Wo Weihan ran over excitedly: "Report."
"Come in," Director Lu saw him and smiled kindly: "Congratulations, Wo Weihan, you are the first classmate in our department to be named by the employer to leave."
"Really Director?"
Wo Weihan, the proud son of heaven, always thought he was the best: "Which hospital is it?"
Director Lu smiled and shook his head: "It's not a hospital."
"It's not a hospital," Wo Weihan's eyes lit up: "Is it a scientific research institute?"
"Almost," Director Lu read out the notice: "The organization has arranged for you to go to the Uni-President Match Factory in Pujiang City."
"What factory?" Wo Weihan, who was smiling brightly, froze instantly: "Fire...match factory?"
"According to the content of the notice," Director Lu, who was as steady as a rock, said with an increasingly serious expression:
"You have to report to the R&D office of Tongyi Match Factory within a week. At the same time, your household registration will also be transferred."
"That is to say," the head teacher suddenly realized a key point: "Wo Weihan in our class will become a Pujiang native."
"Yes, that's right."
"This is great news."
Director Lu: "I have said before that this is a very good position."
"But,"
At this moment, Wo Weihan was about to lose control: "I obviously studied medicine, how...how could I be assigned to the match factory?"
Not even the match factory in Pujiang. His ideal is not to be the big brother of workers.
"Woweihan,"
Director Lu immediately gave a stern education: "You have to make it clear that all organizational arrangements have been carefully considered.
Besides, you went to the match factory to develop new products, not the workshop.
In a sense, it is also contributing to the four modernizations of the motherland.
What? Aren’t you willing to contribute to the four modernizations?”
Upon hearing this, Wo Weihan quickly waved his hand: "That's not what I meant. It turns out that I went to the match factory to do research and development. Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I promise to complete the task."
Wo Weihan is not an impulsive young student. People in their 30s certainly know the consequences of disobeying assignments.
If you take a step back and think about it, it would be nice to be able to work in Pujiang as soon as you graduate.
As long as you work hard, maybe it won't take long before you can be transferred to a major local hospital in Pujiang...
At this time, Wo Weihan still didn't know that in order to get this talent like him.
Jiang Shan, who never made any demands to the organization, not only named him but transferred him to Pujiang.
They are also planning to arrange a confidential position for him in the match factory that he will never leave.
In short, Xu Muchun from the Light Industry Bureau gave Jiangshan 200% support for Jiangshan's proposal to keep pace with the times and set up a scientific research factory.
…
New York, Metropolitan Museum.
After Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang were asked to leave by Fang Wen, the person in charge of the Asia Pavilion, Jiang Shan, who was carrying the machine, continued to complete the filming of the "Mingxuan" exhibition hall with his team members.
Then, taking advantage of the fact that they had a shooting permit in hand today, the group of people quickly set up their stance in the exhibition hall.
"The Physician's Sutra Changes", "The Night Is White", "Five Dynasties Yue Kiln Dragon Pattern Plate", "Western Zhou Bronze Forbidden", "Warring States Period Twisted Dragon-shaped Jade Pendant"...
"Bamboo and Two Birds·Song Huizong", "Cypress Trees in Wheat Field·Van Gogh", "Water Lilies·Monet", "Virgin and Child and Saints·Raphael"...
After a busy afternoon, it wasn't until he returned to the hotel in the evening that Jiang Shan took the opportunity to inquire about Huang Yongyu.
"Uncle Yongyu, where did Director Fang take you this afternoon?"
"Finally I couldn't hold my breath any longer," Huang Yongyu, who was biting his pipe, laughed: "I thought you were serious enough to listen."
"Weren't we in front of outsiders just now?" Jiang Shan said with a smile: "Now when there are no outsiders, please tell me."
Hearing this, Yu Sigui, who accompanied him into the house, laughed with satisfaction.
In the guest room of the Waldorf Astoria, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang, who had been outside for a long time, sat comfortably on the sofa.
"If you really want to talk about it, you really can't say it in front of outsiders," Huang Yongyu glanced at Wang Shixiang: "Am I right?"
"Well," Wang Shixiang nodded: "Xiao Jiang, have you heard of Wang Jiqian?"
"Wang Jiqian?" Jiang Shan shook his head: "I've never heard of it."
Who is Wang Jiqian?
There is an old saying in the collecting world: Once you enter the royal family, the price will go up several times.
There are actually two "kings", one is Wang Shixiang who came from behind, and the other is Wang Jiqian who moved to the United States.
If we say that Zhang Boju achieved the status of Gubo in Chinese calligraphy and painting.
Wang Jiqian, on the other hand, single-handedly improved the world status of Metropolitan Chinese calligraphy and painting.
Before moving abroad, Wang Jiqian, who had a big family and a great business, was not something that ordinary people could compare to.
The house in the TV series "Oranges Are Red" was borrowed from an old house of the Wang family.
"Let me tell you this," Huang Yongyu said: "He and Xu Bangda had the same painting appraisal teacher back then, and their eyesight is not half as good as Xu Bangda's."
"Well," Jiang Shan had heard something about this: "But what does this have to do with you? Could it be that the painting that Director Fang asked you to help identify is Wang Jiqian's?"
"Isn't he a master of painting appreciation?" Yu Sigui didn't understand: "Why would he need your help?"
"Ha," Wang Shixiang and Huang Yongyu laughed together: "Because what he met this time is not an ordinary person!"
Jiang Shan: “What do you mean?”
"Wang Jiqian," Huang Yongyu said with a smile, "even if he is rich, his life is not as cool as mine."
"oh?"
"Not only is he notoriously stingy," Wang Shixiang continued, "He is also notoriously calculating."
"Even people like Zhang Daqian," Huang Yongyu said, "haven't even counted him."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shan probably guessed what happened: "Could he have bought a painting by Zhang Daqian?"
"Look," Huang Yongyu pointed at Jiangshan and smiled at Wang Shixiang: "Even Xiao Jiang knows something, how can people not doubt it when they collect it?"
"Didn't Director Fang also say it when we were in the museum just now," Wang Shixiang said: "Even decades later, the shadow of Zhang Daqian's forgery is still affecting the judgment of art researchers."
"What on earth is going on?" Yu Sigui asked anxiously: "Please tell us quickly."
"Many years ago, Zhang Daqian borrowed a painting from Xu Beihong. This painting was "Stream Bank" by Dong Yuan, a great painter of the Five Dynasties," Wang Shixiang said slowly:
"As the saying goes, it's easy to borrow something and it's not difficult to borrow it again, but this saying is of no use to Zhang Daqian.
After a long time, Xu Beihong didn't see Zhang Daqian return the painting.
Just when he thought Zhang Daqian would ignore the painting without mentioning it, Zhang Daqian's brother came to his door with several paintings.
It turned out that Zhang Daqian, who had made countless excuses for himself, wanted to replace Dong Yuan's "Stream Bank" with several other paintings."
Yu Sigui: "Xu Beihong agreed?"
"What can you do if you don't agree? It would be great if Zhang Daqian could go back and make amends," Wang Shixiang:
"Who knew that many years later, someone would use this trick on Zhang Daqian again."
The smart Yu Sigui tried to guess: "Isn't this person Wang Jiqian?"
"it's him,"
Wang Shixiang laughed so hard that his eyes rolled: "For a while, Zhang Daqian traveled all over the country to hold art exhibitions, and this painting "Stream Bank" followed him everywhere.
At this time, Wang Jiqian, who lives in New York, invited him to hold an art exhibition in New York and promised that he would host him throughout the whole process..."
After seeing "Stream Bank Picture", Wang Jiqian had the same expression as Zhang Daqian, and immediately secretly determined to get this painting.
When Zhang Daqian's painting exhibition was over and he was about to return to China, Wang Jiqian took out a small book and settled the ledger with Zhang Daqian.
"Zhang Daqian was not happy at that time." Wang Shixiang imitated the other party's tone: "Didn't I agree that you would be the receptionist? Why did you ask me to pay?"
Huang Yongyu continued: "I said that the whole trip was received, but I didn't say that the whole trip was paid."
At this moment, Jiang Shan and Yu Sigui were sitting aside, laughing and watching the excitement.
"Who is Zhang Daqian? How can he be willing to suffer a loss?" Wang Shixiang continued: "At this time, Wang Jiqian, who was not interested in collecting money, proposed to exchange paintings for paintings."
So, Wang Jiqian began to show his heart to Zhang Daqian.
He told the other party that the reason he wanted to exchange his "Stream Bank" was to donate the painting to the Chinese government in exchange for his son's overseas visa."
Huang Yongyu added: "Wang Jiqian had four children back then, but he only took two of them with him when he went abroad."
Jiang Shan and Yu Sigui nodded together.
"When Zhang Daqian saw this, he agreed to the other party's request to exchange the painting for the painting," Wang Shixiang said, "but not only did Wang Jiqian not donate the painting back to China, he is now planning to sell it to the Metropolitan Museum of Art."
Yu Sigui finally understood: "What? Does Director Fang suspect that this painting is fake?"
Jiang Shan: "The reason why he asked you two to help him read "Stream Bank Picture"?"
"Actually, before this," Wang Shixiang said, referring to Fang Wen's account, "many experts had already raised doubts about "Stream Bank Picture"."
“There are paintings from Japan and the United States,” Huang Yongyu said. “Including some collectors in our country, they are not very optimistic about this painting.”
"Then what did you two say after watching it?" Jiang Shan: "Does it feel true?"
Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang shook their heads at the same time.
Wang Shixiang: "We didn't say anything."
"I can't tell the truth from the lie anyway," Huang Yongyu said bluntly: "But even if I can tell, I don't bother to care."
Wang Shixiang laughed: "Anyway, we are not collecting paintings from old books, no matter whether they are true or false!"
"What a pity," Jiang Shan said with a regretful smile, "I didn't see the true face of "Stream Bank Picture"."
However, although he did not see the painting this time, Jiang Shan knew that the authenticity of the painting would continue to be debated decades later.
To this end, the Metropolitan Museum also held a special seminar on "Stream Bank Picture".
Many experts at home and abroad agree that not only this painting is fake, but also the fact that Zhang Daqian exchanged the painting with Xu Beihong is fake.
The reason is that Xu Beihong wanted to repay Zhang Daqian for his financial support when he divorced his ex-wife Jiang Biwei.
The reason why the outside world has such voices is not only because of the many doubts in "Stream Bank Picture".
Another reason is that when the outside world was full of doubts, two friends, Xie Zhiliu and Zhang Daqian, stood up together to support Xu Beihong's conclusion that "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" was painted by Wu Daozi.
Now, Jiang Shan has deeply understood Comrade Ma Weidu's point of view of "trying not to touch calligraphy and painting collections."
Needless to say, this is really not something I can handle clearly.
In comparison, the anti-rape operation was much more enjoyable.
