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"It's not broken, it's not broken. I heard it for real here." Liu Qingshan shouted quickly.

Uncle Lu's voice came from the phone: "Qingshan, aren't you teasing me?"

"That's right, it's Song Huizong's five-color parrot picture. What happened? Did he lose money?" Liu Qingshan's heart was filled with doubts. After all, he was not a professional and he might have made a mistake in judgment.

"Losing money? Qingshan, you made a lot of money this time, it's a national treasure!"

From his voice, you can hear Uncle Lu's excitement, and then he started talking about a lot of things, such as Along the River During the Qingming Festival, Dwelling in the Fuchuan Mountains, Five Cows, Han Xizai's Night Banquet, and so on.

There were things Liu Qingshan heard, and some he hadn’t heard. Finally, Uncle Lu said:

"This painting of five-color parrots is comparable to these paintings. You say it is precious or not, it is a priceless treasure!" wWw.7

Liu Qingshan also understood a little bit, and he was even more happy in his heart. He didn't know that this picture of five-color parrots not only contained paintings, but also had inscriptions and poems on it, so it was even more precious.

That is to say, in this era, the value of Chinese artworks has not been fully developed. Otherwise, the Boston Museum would definitely not exchange them.

From this point of view, Liu Qingshan can be regarded as a big bargain.

He was just happy when he heard Uncle Lu say again on the other end of the phone: "Qingshan, when you come next time, you must bring this painting over."

"Ask Mr. Bai to help clean it up. Those foreigners are ignorant and don't know how to manage our traditional Chinese paintings."

Liu Qingshan heard this and thought it made sense, so he agreed.

But he will leave for Heihe soon. If he goes to the capital, he really doesn’t know when.

He was really worried about asking others to take it with him.

Putting down the phone, Liu Qingshan felt even happier, thinking that he should get some delicious food for Xiao Li and the others. Then he would kill another goose and stew the goose in an iron pot.

When I got home, I saw Xiao Li admiring the starry sky with John. Looking at the satisfied smiles on the faces of the two people, they probably felt that they had taken a big advantage.

"Such a great work, you almost destroyed it. How can an oil painting be so decorated?"

Seeing Liu Qingshan, the old John immediately became angry.

Liu Qingshan took a look and saw that it was framed according to Chinese paintings.

Thinking about Master Lu's words just now, he couldn't help laughing: "Okay, let's not talk about each other."

The dinner was of course very sumptuous, especially the large bowl of goose with wide noodles and dried potatoes, which made Xiao Li and the others' mouths full of oil.

However, Xiao Li said that they would say goodbye tomorrow, mainly because Mr. John was anxious to go back and deal with the mounting of the painting.

Then, Xiao Li took Liu Qingshan and started discussing the idea of ​​a new book.

The two reporters were stunned: It seems we haven't interviewed you yet?

The interview between them can only be postponed to tomorrow, because Xiao Li chatted with Liu Qingshan for most of the night.

The next day, Xiao Li and his party, Gu Yaya and Lu Xiaofeng, were sent away before continuing yesterday's interview.

But now, they have a new understanding of the interviewee: he is not only a leader who can lead the villagers out of poverty and become rich, but also a writer.

You can go abroad to earn royalties, how can you say that others are not great?

If you are not convinced, go and try it!

A few days later, Jiapigou’s deeds were published in the provincial and municipal newspapers, both with the title of “One Hundred Thousand Yuan Village”.

As for Bishui County, the publicity started early.

It is not for nothing that the saying "models come out of the north", Jiapigou has become a new model.

I'm just waiting for a national newspaper like People's Daily to add more firewood.

In the end, even Lin Zizhou couldn't sit still and came to Jiapigou early. He was also worried that other colleagues would get there first.

In fact, there is no need to worry at all. Their newspaper is doing a series of reports. If they don't move, other newspapers will definitely not dare to snatch it.

"Qingshan, it's really good. It has become a hundred thousand yuan village so quickly. I originally thought it would take three or two years."

As soon as they met, Lin Zizhou expressed congratulations.

The development of Jiapigou indeed exceeded his expectations.

They are all his own, so Liu Qingshan doesn't have to hide it: "Uncle, I'm actually a little lucky, mainly because the yew saplings were sold for a large sum of money."

"Besides, the amount divided among everyone is less than 100,000 yuan."

Of course Lin Zizhou knew that Liu Qingshan would pay the most and hold the most shares in contracting the mountain.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan accounts for the largest proportion of Jiapigou Cooperative's income.

However, this kind of thing is still a bit too sensitive at the moment, so it is better not to mention it when reporting.

While others are working hard to become a household worth ten thousand yuan, you have actually become a household worth one million yuan. How many people will you be jealous of?

Lin Zizhou was very familiar with interviews and so on. In three days, he had completely mastered the first-hand materials, and it was just a matter of writing them later.

"Qingshan, I heard that you published two books abroad. What's going on?"

Lin Zizhou felt that in addition to the series of reports, he could also conduct an exclusive interview with Liu Qingshan, which would serve as a better example.

Since it is an exclusive interview, of course we need to collect more materials.

The current era is poetry and literature. If the final glory can be labeled as a writer, the influence will definitely be greater.

When Liu Qingshan heard this, he waved his hands repeatedly: "Uncle, this is not interesting, so I'd better not write it. I just made up a story. But those two foreigners took it seriously and wrote it out. I didn't touch a word at all."

Lin Zizhou smiled and shook his head: "Others like to put money on themselves, but why do you do the opposite?"

"Qingshan, no matter what, your signature is on the book, and the royalties are half of yours. This can't be fake, right?"

"It's better not to publicize this aspect, otherwise it will make people laugh." Liu Qingshan knew his level and refused to agree to it, so Lin Zizhou had no choice but to give up.

After Lin Zizhou's interview team finished the interview task, Liu Qingshan quietly handed him the five-color parrot picture and asked him to pass it on to Uncle Lu.

He couldn't spare the time himself and was worried about leaving it to others. Lin Zizhou was a good candidate.

He also brought fifty thousand US dollars with him to fund activities for Uncle Lao Mao'er and the others.

This was part of the royalties. It took a lot of effort to cash the check in the county or even Songjiang City. Liu Qingshan went to Spring City to withdraw the money.

He would keep the remaining 50,000 dollars at home, and the remaining 400,000 US dollars, he planned to take directly to Heihe.

After all, the U.S. dollar is now considered a hard currency internationally, and Lao Maozi recognizes that.

Liu Qingshan estimated that chaos has emerged over Maozi, and many people in power are thinking about making a fortune and running away, and then go to Western countries to live freely.

Their own rubles are not easy to use in those countries.

Lin Zizhou smacked his lips when he saw Liu Qingshan taking out so much foreign exchange. He helped carry it with him last time. Is Qingshan really willing to give it up?

So he couldn't help but persuade: "Qingshan, good steel is used on the blade, this money..."

Liu Qingshan smiled: "Uncle, this money is mainly used to buy antiques from the Friendship Store. It would be a pity if the good things from our country go abroad."

"Just like this picture of a five-color parrot, it first lived in an island country and then moved to the United States. If I hadn't happened to have a Van Gogh painting on hand, would I have been able to exchange it back so smoothly?"

What could Lin Zizhou say about this approach? He had no choice but to accept the money silently.

Then I heard Liu Qingshan snapping: "That's Van Gogh. If it goes up for auction, it's just a joke to get tens of millions of dollars. Uncle, do you think I've suffered a big loss this time?"

As a reporter, Lin Zizhou certainly knew something about the art auction situation and knew that what Liu Qingshan said was true.

But that's not how the account was calculated, so he said with a straight face: "This picture of five-color parrots is even more priceless!"

After speaking, he looked at Liu Qingshan, who was looking at him with a smile. There was no sign of losing money, and he was clearly smiling like a fox who stole a chicken.

So Lin Zizhou glared at Liu Qingshan angrily: "You'd better keep a low profile on this matter and try not to spread it to anyone else. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to live in peace in the future."

Liu Qingshan blinked twice and understood Lin Zizhou's intention.

If some people knew about a national treasure that had returned to the country like this, they would definitely ask him to dedicate it to the country under the guise of national justice.

Not to mention this era, even decades later, this situation cannot be completely avoided.

Liu Qingshan has never considered this. These days, he is just happy.

So he nodded towards Lin Zizhou: "Uncle, I understand, and I definitely won't shout about it all over the world."

He wants to be low-key, but some people are high-profile; Liu Qingshan doesn't want to make a noise, but there are people who want to make noise all over the world.

A few days later, Lin Zizhou called Liu Qingshan and told Liu Qingshan some bad news: After returning to China, Robert E. Lee, also known as Xiao Li, accepted an interview and spread the news about the exchange of Van Gogh's famous painting "Starry Night".

Van Gogh's paintings have become very popular in the past two years, so the news immediately caused a sensation.

An oil painting worth at least $50 million is located in a Boston museum.

Some newspapers in the United States even came up with such headlines in order to attract attention.

Fortunately at first, both Xiao Li and John gave fair evaluations of this transaction.

But there are always those media who are afraid of the world being in chaos, and they start to praise Xiao Li, and at the same time belittle the five-color parrot picture.

For a while, it was so confusing.

First, Hong Kong Island began to reprint it, and then it spread to Yangcheng. Some newspapers in the south were the first to disclose the matter.

Although their report was very positive, claiming to welcome the national treasure "Five-Colored Parrot" home, the news eventually spread.

Putting down the phone, Liu Qingshan also rubbed his temples: Xiao Li, can't you keep a low profile?

How did he know that Xiao Li was very proud of himself now.

And this guy is not stupid at all. With this wave of popularity, the sales of the Jurassic Park book have increased sharply. Of course, his fame has also increased.

But he was so rude, which caused a lot of trouble to Liu Qingshan. Lin Zizhou said on the phone: "An expert from the Palace Museum has asked him for Liu Qingshan's contact information. He said I’m going to verify the authenticity.”

And according to what the expert meant, he was planning to persuade Liu Qingshan to transfer this national treasure-level painting to the museum for collection.

not good!

Liu Qingshan immediately realized that something was wrong. The appraisal and so on were all just a cover, and he might not know who got the appraisal.

Even if he spent money to buy it from him, Liu Qingshan wouldn't do it because he was not short of money.

Besides, he didn't believe that the other party could come up with 50 million US dollars. After all, the starry sky used to exchange for this five-color parrot painting was conservatively estimated to be worth this amount.

Liu Qingshan was well aware of the pressure of public opinion. When the time came, he would be accused of national justice. What would he do?

He certainly wouldn't be willing to hand over the painting.

If he didn't, those people would definitely be unwilling.

If he said something wrong, he might ruin his reputation.

I'm afraid that the positive image that he had worked hard to accumulate over the past two years would be destroyed by these people in an instant.

If you can't afford to provoke, you can afford to hide. Liu Qingshan originally planned to leave for Heihe, and now he had to go out to avoid the limelight.

It was already early December, and the border trade there should be officially opened in January, so it was time to go.

At home and in the village, it was temporarily in winter, and there was nothing to do, so Liu Qingshan simply set off on the journey.

The only person traveling with him was his junior brother Li Tieniu.

On the one hand, it was to strengthen security, but the main reason was that Li Tieniu could drink a lot.

If you can't drink when doing business with the Russians, they will definitely despise you.

Li Tieniu is a guy who never gets drunk no matter how much he drinks, and it's a waste no matter how much he drinks. He can be a professional drinking companion.

The two brothers were driving the car, and Er Biaozi was also in the car. He was going to Harbin to visit his godfather, Mr. Xu.

Songjiang Qingdao has made a name for itself today, thanks to Professor Xu Yirong.

So not only Er Biaozi was going, but Liu Qingshan was also going to visit him to thank him and get to know this "father of cold-region rice".

Nan Longping Bei Yirong, of course, is not called for nothing.

Along the way, Liu Qingshan was in the car, and the two brothers rushed to drive, so it was not his turn at all.

However, Er Biaozi's driver's license had not yet been issued, so he was relieved to hand over the car to him only on some flat roads.

In winter, the road surface is mostly covered with a layer of snow, which is as smooth as a mirror. At this time, there are no snow tires, so driving skills are still very demanding.

Liu Qingshan was sitting in the back seat, dozing off with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he heard a brake squeak in front of him, and then he felt the car body shaking.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the car was already in the ditch.

Fortunately, the ditch on the roadside was not deep and the speed was not fast, so the car did not flip over.

Looking at Er Biaozi, who was driving, his face was pale with fear, and he kept muttering: "I didn't hit anyone, I didn't hit anyone..."

Liu Qingshan hurriedly opened the car door, got out of the car and looked at the road. He saw a man in a cotton jacket lying in the middle of the road.

Not far away, there were rows of houses, which looked like a village.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen people running towards this side, shouting loudly: "Hit someone, hit someone!"

Looking at those people, they all had tools in their hands, some with pickaxe handles, and some with forks and shovels.

There was even one with a foreign cannon on his shoulder.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but blink: It seems that the visitor is not friendly...

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of the gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, fell into the mortal world.

The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, and everything was withered. Collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, and looked at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about seven or eight feet away from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement would instantly take it into the air.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely immersed its head in the belly of the wild dog.

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