Chapter 325 A Contest of Real Money and Silver

"Okay, Master Jin, go back quickly."

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 bell bell ~ jingle bell bell ~

In the office building under the night, phone rings came from unknown offices.

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 caller was really persistent. He tried again and again until he was out of breath and said, "Hey~"

"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 the 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 just said 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 Jiang Hai stand up in confusion.

So, he quickly stood up.

When Jiang Hai hung up the phone in a daze, Jiang Shan quickly asked: "What's wrong, brother, what was said over there?"

Before he 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 unsteadily: "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 go to the city expo to visit and talk 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 characters in seal script 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 it either."

"It doesn't have an author or 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 careless words would cause the veteran experts to get into such a big fight: "You must have had a hard time searching for him."

"To have 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 by his desk, looked forward with a solemn expression:

"We should be the ones to say thank you. Without the persistence of experts of the older generation like you, we younger generations would not be able to appreciate the elegance of the ancient masters and the excellence 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 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 better 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 now, 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 think he has something to say to me."

"So that's it..." Director 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 finally 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 say to the phone: "Did you really find something?" What did you write? You must have had a hard time looking for it. "

"Hey," Jiang Hai smiled, but then said in a blink of an eye, "Then do you know where those words are written? What are they written about?"

"I don't know about that," he said even though 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 the 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, everything I tell 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, don't even look at who these old comrades are." Could Jiang Shan be the one who wasted his time? "But when it comes to being affable... you'll understand when you have more contact with me in the future."

"Understand what?"

"I understand everything!"

Most of the experts and scholars at this level are kind-hearted and amiable on weekdays.

But once you become serious professionally, it is not something that can be easily solved.

Especially the collision between the Sword Sect and the Air Sect, it is a desperate battle in which one would rather injure oneself a thousand times, but also 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 imitating the painting style of famous previous artists.

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 sum 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 "no doubt authentic" and issued a certificate of appraisal on the spot.

But the buyer who was still worried went to Beijing with the painting under the guidance of another expert.

Then he sent this painting to Xu Bangda.

As expected, an accident occurred.

After Xu Banchi's careful inspection, this "Imitation Stone Stream Landscape" was identified as a copy.

In other words, this painting was someone else's imitation of Zhang Daqian's style, copying the paintings of the ancients.

Listen, it makes me confused.

After reaching this conclusion, the buyer was immediately angry.

Then he asked the auction company to return the goods.

Because the auction house refused to return the money, the buyer could only file lawsuits with the Supreme People's Court of Hangzhou and Zhejiang.

But this lawsuit, which seemed to be between the buyer and the auction house, actually became a contest between Xie Zhiliu and Xu Bangda.

Insiders know that when it comes to the skills of calligraphy and painting, Xu Bangda is definitely not as good as Xie Zhiliu.

But when it comes to the cases of calligraphy and painting appraisal, no one alive can compare with Xu Bangda.

If you have to pick one, it can only be Mr. Qi Gong.

In the coming 1983, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage will set up a calligraphy and painting appraisal team.

In addition to Xu Bangda and Qi Gong, the members of this team also include Yang Renkai, who appraised the authenticity of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

It can be said that everyone has unique skills, but the head of the team is even more powerful. He is Xie Zhiliu, the director of Pujiang Museum.

The task of this appraisal team is not only to inspect the work of museums in provinces and cities across the country, but also to appraise the controversial collections in the museums.

So, the good show began.

This nationwide tour appraisal lasted for 8 years, during which there were disputes between the two generals Xie and Xu.

Xie Zhiliu is not only the team leader, but also a famous calligrapher and painter.

His speaking manner is naturally extraordinary, and he often speaks with finality and does not allow doubt.

Compared with other old experts who are easy to talk to, Xu Lao can't put a grain of sand in his eyes.

Being in the Forbidden City, he has a very broad vision and has seen countless paintings, both real and fake.

The style characteristics of famous calligraphy and paintings of past dynasties have long been input into his mind and can be retrieved at any time.

In many debates, a key knowledge point or evidence recorded in history that he puts forward will often catch Xie Fang off guard and unable to refute.

But the other party has the veto power of the team leader, even if it goes to heaven, it has to be decided by heaven.

As an artist, Xie Zhiliu had a bad temper and even bigger ideas. He would fly into a rage if things didn't go his way.

Whenever this happened, Yang Renkai and Fu Xinian, who would have said a few words, would have remained silent.

Xu Bangda, who was not known for his sharp words, was so angry that he wanted to pack up and go home.

Only Qi Gong would have advised him at this time: "Old Xu, why bother!"

"Listen to what he said," Xu Bangda was really angry: "When I was touring the country, he didn't even know where he was?"

As early as 1942, my country also formed a cultural relic appraisal inspection team.

Among them, the expert in charge of calligraphy and painting appraisal was Xu Bangda.

At that time, Xie Zhiliu was following Zhang Daqian to make rubbings in Dunhuang.

What's more, Xu Bangda was the head of the Pujiang Museum at that time.

Later, at the invitation of Zheng Zhenduo, director of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, Xu Bangda joined the Palace Museum Research Institute.

Xie Zhiliu, who returned from Dunhuang, also officially entered the circle of aristocratic calligraphers and painters under the introduction of Zhang Boju.

So when it comes to calligraphy and painting appraisal, Xie is definitely not as good as Xu... that or something!

But what if it's a pity.

"Authority authority", authority comes first and deterrence comes second.

As long as there is authority, nothing else works.

But once a third party is involved in something, it is no longer an internal conflict.

After all, people spend real money.

The buyer of "Imitation of Shixi Landscape Painting" vowed not to be a sucker.

The lawsuit lasted for several years.

Until 1998, the Supreme Court, which had been entangled by the authenticity of the painting, commissioned the State Administration of Cultural Heritage to organize an appraisal team of 11 experts in anger.

After a careful and professional evaluation, the expert group gave the final appraisal result: "Imitation of Shixi Landscape Painting" marked as Zhang Daqian was a fake.

In the end, the Supreme People's Court ruled that the auction company lost the case and ordered to compensate the buyer 1.27 million yuan.

It was not until this time that the contest between Xie and Xu came to an end.

…

"What are you thinking about?"

On the slow lane of Pujiang City, the two brothers of the Jiang family rode their bicycles side by side.

Jiang Hai saw that the third brother was about to ride on the curb, so he reminded him: "Are you worried about the old expert in Yanjing?"

Jiang Hai had a feeling before that although Xu Bangda's manuscript of "Xu Xi's Ink on Snow Bamboo" was entrusted by someone else.

But he never thought that the third brother was more concerned than himself.

"Why should I worry about that?" Jiang Shan adjusted the driving route in time.

He came to live a new life, not to make enemies.

Besides, the secret of "Snow Bamboo Picture" was originally discovered by Xie Zhiliu.

He just moved the time of this incident forward by a year or two, and also helped his eldest brother to add a little incense.

"Brother," Jiang Shan said while wheeling the cart:

"When you get the submission from Director Xie in a few days, remember to put it together with the one from Mr. Xu, and keep it well."

"Don't worry," Jiang Hai had remembered it long ago: "I have even prepared the brown paper bag, just waiting for Director Xie to submit the submission."

"You are really my brother,"

Jiang Shan was happy to hear this, and he started to sing happily: "The road is long and foggy... The sound of camel bells rings in my ears..."

Jiang Hai has been haunted by this tune recently: "Comrades, comrades, dear brothers..."

...

Early the next morning, almost all the leaders of the Pujiang Cultural Relics Bureau came to the museum.

Director Xie, with a happy face, is presenting the results to everyone.

Many experts congratulated him, and the article "Xu Xi's Ink Painting of Snow Bamboo" about Xu Bangda 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 were accompanying President Hu and President Ma to visit the Forbidden City.

At this moment, several old gentlemen have walked into a cultural relic restoration room.

"Calligraphy and painting belong to organic cultural relics. In order to protect these famous paintings for a longer time, the exhibits in the exhibition hall are generally mostly copied paintings. The two presidents came at the right time today,"

Zhu Jiahui smiled and pointed to the front: "See, that's the original "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"."

"That's it," President Hu knew the depth: "I'm really lucky today."

On a huge desk, a long scroll was only partially unfolded, but it can be seen that it is not an ordinary temperament.

Above and below it, it is an identical painting.

The only difference is that an older female comrade is doing the final finishing work on this painting.

She is the famous copyist Feng Zhonglian, and the copying work of this "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" has lasted for ten years.

"Take it out from the warehouse every day,"

Xu Bangda stood beside the painting with his hands behind his back: "Send it back to the warehouse before leaving get off work. Ten years of carefulness have been taken. If you are not careful, you have to start all over again. It's her. I definitely can't handle it."

Feng Zhonglian just smiled and said nothing, controlling the brush and ink steadily.

Just as everyone was sighing in a low voice and expressing their respect, a young comrade suddenly ran over outside the door panting:

"Mr. Xu, please go back to the office and answer the phone. The phones in the museum are ringing in chaos."

Xu Bangda's face was stern: "Are they all looking for me?"

Zhu Jiahui frowned: "What happened?"

Qi Gong: "Let's go and take a look."

So everyone quickly moved to the Cultural Relics Research Room.

Just as what was said, the phone rang one after another.

"Excuse me, Mr. Xu Bangda, I am a reporter from People's Daily. Can you tell us in detail about your discovery of the authentic "Fuchun Mountain Dwelling"?"

"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 the "China Youth Daily". Do you have time to accept an exclusive interview with our newspaper now?"

"Is this Mr. Xu Bangda? This is the "Wenhui Daily" in Hong Kong..."

"Now, I want to clarify one thing,"

Holding the phone, Xu Bangda was a little dizzy: "How did you know this old almanac..."