Goldfinger is a bit strange

"It's Mr. Yuan Bai's calligraphy." The experts present knew who wrote it as soon as they saw the five thin and ancient characters.

Some people expressed surprise: "The old gentleman has eye disease, hasn't he stopped writing in the past two years?"

"Nonsense!" The second master happened to be next to him and replied: "When we were chatting just now, the old brother said that I had age spots on my face. He has more age spots on his face than me. It's really a crow landing on a pig."

Others didn't dare to say anything. The two old brothers could say that, and others could only listen.

But everyone understood: It seems that Mr. Yuan Bai's eye disease has been cured, so is he looking for an opportunity to come to his house to ask for a calligraphy?

There are quite a few people who have this idea, because the old gentleman has a characteristic: he never accepts money for writing.

"Grandpa's eyes, I cured them." Xiao Liuzi was also here, so he announced very proudly. .

Everyone laughed, who would believe you, a little kid?

Next, whether they are knowledgeable or not, they will naturally go to the museum for a tour.

Some are busy and plan to leave.

Lao Mao shouted loudly: "Everyone, don't leave. There will be a treat in the cafeteria over at the film and television city at noon."

After hearing this, basically no one left. The cafeteria of the film and television city is now as famous as those big restaurants in the capital.

"What's delicious?" Someone next to him started to make a fuss.

Lao Mao laughed: "Packed lunches are available."

Everyone entered the museum one after another, and the crowd immediately dispersed. You went to the porcelain museum, and he went to the bronze museum.

Hundreds of people went in and immediately became much sparse.

Liu Qingshan accompanied a large group of professionals and semi-professionals to visit. This was not because he favored one over the other, but mainly based on the occasion.

They had the most people in their team. Those who didn't know the business had to follow the experts and listen to what they said.

Even Wang Fujun, with a few businessmen from the island country, mixed in.

The first place to go was of course the porcelain museum. China, of course, is not called that for nothing.

Qingshan Museum also classifies exhibits according to age.

Outside the booth, there is a transparent special glass cover, and pieces of porcelain are placed inside.

Under the soft light, these exquisite porcelains are quietly displayed, as if telling an ancient history.

The splendid ancient civilization of China is contained in it.

"It's rare, the fine Ru kiln of the Song Dynasty, the sky blue glaze, even our museum only has a few pieces."

Fatty Jin is very familiar with people, so he simply acts as a guide:

"Now there are a total of 65 records of Ru kiln utensils in major museums around the world. It is estimated that the actual number of pieces in existence is less than 100. It's rare, really rare."

Otherwise, how could he be an expert? After hearing what he said, everyone suddenly understood.

Looking at the small brush washer inside, "the glaze color is like the sky blue after rain", it is only the size of a palm, but it turns out to be so rare.

However, no one asked about the value. Nowadays, the antique fever has not yet risen. What everyone cares about is the value of the cultural relics themselves, not the external economic value.

Continuing to move forward, there were a few low exclamations from the crowd, but they were the experts who came with Mr. Yuan Bai.

The reason they lost their voices was because they saw two huge blue-and-white jars in the exhibition stand, and the dynasty marked in this area was the Yuan Dynasty.

"Yuan blue-and-white, and a big jar, right?" An expert's face was almost pressed against the glass.

The security guard standing next to him took a step forward and was about to stop him, but he saw Liu Qingshan waving his hand, and the security guard did not take action.

Yuan blue-and-white porcelain, it is only in recent years that the country has generally reached a consensus that there were blue-and-white porcelain in the Yuan Dynasty.

"This pair of blue-and-white jars with figures can be regarded as filling the gap in our domestic collection." Researcher Li has been busy here for a month, so he knows the details and is not too surprised.

On the contrary, he teased his companion: "Old Liu, calm down, you must be calm, I have handled these two big jars."

He forgot that when he first saw the blue-and-white jar, he was more out of control than others.

Since that's what he said, it must be authentic, and if it really exhibits fakes, then the reputation will be bad. Ordinary museums will not do this.

The Palace Museum also collects several pieces of Yuan blue and white porcelain, as well as large jars, among which the dragon cloud pattern jar is the most precious.

However, there are really no large blue and white jars with figures like this, so Researcher Li said that it fills the gap in the collection world.

"It's not yours, why are you so proud?" Researcher Liu just muttered, but it was a bit like sour grapes.

For identification experts, it's fun to just look at it, it would be great if they could get their hands on it.

"This one is returned from overseas." Uncle Lu pointed to the large jar of Guigu Going Down the Mountain and introduced it.

Uncle Lu also specially introduced a foreign friend, of course, it was Mr. Boban, who also came here specially.

Everyone sighed again. Some people originally thought that it was a private museum, just for fun, and there were probably no decent collections.

Never expected that here, the temple is small but the Bodhisattva is big.

Especially those experts, they were originally giving face to the old gentleman and going through the motions.

At this moment, they no longer had any contempt for the event, and each of them had a correct attitude and became serious.

And the fourth child even sang a song "Blue and White Porcelain" on the spot. The blue mist and rain that day really made people feel the extraordinary beauty.

After admiring the two large blue and white jars for a long time, everyone continued to move forward. Then everyone saw a small cup the size of a child's fist placed on a separate platform.

"Chicken cup!"

This time, many more people exclaimed, because this thing is so famous.

I saw that this small cup was as thin as paper, and under the light, it was as white as jade. The chickens drawn on it were bright and lively.

Someone whispered softly: "The peonies are beautiful in the spring breeze, and the hens and roosters are flying in a row. The golden tail is hidden with the head held high, and the anger is like listening to Jia Chang's call..."

A small cup made these experts and laymen deeply immersed in it.

"Well, if I could drink a cup of tea from this cup, it would be a life-long comfort." It was Expert Liu just now again, letting out a long sigh.

As a result, Researcher Li took over the conversation: "Old Liu, I have fulfilled this wish for you. When the decoration was completed the day before yesterday, I was lucky enough to use this cup and drink a cup of tea. Haha, I still remember it!"

Don't you think this is irritating? Expert Liu glared at his companion:

"You dare to use such a precious treasure to drink tea without fear of losing it. Can you afford to pay for it?"

A pair of old friends are about to quarrel.

"Utensils are for use, not for viewing." Old Mr. Yuan Bai said, and the two men immediately shut up.

The old gentleman nodded approvingly to Liu Qingshan: This young man is very suitable for him if he can serve guests with a chicken bowl and cup.

Fatty Jin began to perform his duties as a commentator again. Of course, it can also be said to be showing off:

Gu Jun: "Everyone, the full name of this chicken jar cup is the Mingcheng Hua Doucai Chicken Jar Cup. There are less than twenty of them in the world. It is a blessing for us to see this thing today."

Everyone nodded repeatedly, and finally a layman asked: "Isn't that very valuable? I wonder how much it is worth?"

The person who asked the question was naturally Wang Fujun.

Fatty Jin glanced at this guy: "Priceless treasure."

Even in this era, if you get it at auction, it can be sold for tens of millions.

Wang Fujun felt a little angry when he hit a soft spot, but in front of so many people, it was hard for him to have an attack, so he could only endure it.

Continuing to look down, Wang Fujun saw a large bowl in the booth. The blue texture was covered with white spots. It looked like a broken bowl that had been bumped countless times.

He himself did not dare to provoke Liu Qingshan, so he rolled his eyes and chatted with the Japanese businessmen through an interpreter.

Soon, a burst of harsh laughter sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

The one who laughed was a young island native, pointing at the big bowl in the booth and saying something blatantly.

"What do you mean?" Fatty Jin asked the translator.

The translator did his duty and translated truthfully: "Mr. Kameda said, how can this broken bowl be placed here? It is just like a chicken pecking it. It should have been thrown into the trash can long ago."

These words made everyone very angry. It was clear that they looked down on people.

But looking at the big bowl in the display cabinet, I felt that what this little devil said seemed to make sense, and it was hard to argue with it for a while.

The professionals, on the other hand, all had strange expressions on their faces, and their looks at Mr. Kameda were full of amusement.

Liu Qingshan blinked and looked at the little devil with a smile:

"Mr. Kameda, right? I think you have misunderstood. If you are interested in Chinese cultural relics, you might as well read more and understand the relevant knowledge before making an evaluation."

Although the words were polite, anyone could hear the contempt in them.

Mr. Kameda also snorted coldly: "Am I right?"

The companion next to him repeatedly pointed out with his eyes: We are here for business negotiations, what is the point of arguing about such meaningless things?

However, Kameda was young and energetic, and had some extreme ideas in his heart, so he started to fire off the bombs as soon as he was guided by Wang Fujun.

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head, and then made a gesture to Fatty Jin. This kind of thing should be left to professionals to explain.

Fatty Jin also coughed lightly to attract everyone's attention, and then he spoke:

"This artifact is a large blue-glazed bowl from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty. It was made with a special craft. After Xuande, the craftsmanship was lost. It was only copied again in the Qing Dynasty."

"There are only three or four large bowls like this in existence, and one of them is in our museum."

The crowd also let out low exclamations, the amount of this existence is even less, and one can imagine how precious it is.

Fatty Jin also intended to show off, and by the way, to combat the arrogance of this island nation, he continued:

"This kind of blue glaze is extremely difficult to make. You first make a white porcelain blank, and then use a special blowpipe to blow the blue glaze onto the surface of the object, so it's called blue glaze."

"And because the retained white texture looks like falling snow flakes, it is also called snowflake blue glaze."

While he was talking, everyone took a closer look at the big bowl. Sure enough, the more they looked at it, the more delicious it became, just like flakes of falling snow.

Fatty Jin was also crazy about it, so he simply started telling a story: "At that time, Emperor Xuande was obsessed with throwing dice, so he ordered the porcelain workers of JDZ to make such a big bowl."

"Because it is rare in existence, its value is extremely low. In 1980, an old gentleman took out a large bowl with blue glaze for auction at an auction on Hong Kong Island. The price at that time was 3.7 million. Now ten years later, The price will probably double.”

After saying that, Fatty Jin looked at Mr. Kameda proudly: "Son, are you convinced now?"

The crowd around also exclaimed. At present, several million is indeed a sky-high price.

And Mr. Kameda's face turned red, and his heart was full of anger, but he had nowhere to vent.

He also realized that it might be Wang Fujun who had just loaded a gun and asked him to fire, so he glared at Wang Fujun.

As a result, Wang Fujun saw that the situation was not good, ran to the other side, pretending to look at other porcelain.

Amid the laughter of the crowd, the visiting team continued to move forward. In front of them was the porcelain of the Qing Dynasty, which was also the peak period of porcelain development.

Both the shape and the glaze color were magnificent.

After visiting the Porcelain Museum, everyone had a new positioning of this private museum in their hearts.

When heading to the next exhibition hall, everyone had a strong sense of expectation in their hearts.

Entering the Calligraphy and Painting Museum, the feeling is different from the Porcelain Museum just now.

The Porcelain Museum records the changes in history, while the Calligraphy and Painting Museum seems to be strolling in the corridor of classical culture.

The first thing that caught my eye was an antique horizontal scroll painting, with a five-color parrot standing on a branch of snow-white apricot blossoms, and poems and postscripts beside it.

"Isn't this the five-color parrot painting of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty? Isn't it collected in the Boston Museum in the United States?"

An expert in calligraphy and painting appraisal subconsciously called out, and then realized that there was something wrong with his words, and hurriedly stopped talking, but the people around him had heard it clearly.

Everyone also looked at Liu Qingshan: Whether it is a fake or has a problem with its origin, it will definitely affect the reputation of Qingshan Museum.

Liu Qingshan smiled and explained: "Yes, it is the five-color parrot painting collected in the Boston Museum. I exchanged it for a painting of Van Gogh's starry sky two years ago."

"Please look, there is also a certificate issued by the Boston Museum."

So that's it, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then they all looked happy. After all, it is a good thing that such a national treasure can be returned.

Some people also thought of another question: Van Gogh's masterpieces are priced at tens of millions of dollars internationally, and that's in US dollars.

In other words, the value of this painting, wow...

This five-color parrot painting has paintings, words and poems, which is very rare. No matter if you know it or not, everyone looks at it very carefully.

The painting was crowded with people, and everyone took turns to watch it. Those who couldn't squeeze in could only go to watch other paintings first.

Suddenly, a strange cry was heard in the silent exhibition hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help frowning: What's wrong with this islander? Doesn't he even know the most basic manners?

At this moment, Mr. Kameda was pointing at a painting and screaming.

It's not a painting, but two paintings in parallel, one red and one white, with two colors of hibiscus.

Everyone didn't understand why this little Japanese reacted so strongly?

The translator also translated Kameda's words:

"This painting is collected in the Tokyo National Museum. It was stolen a few months ago. How could it appear here? You must have stolen it back!"

For a moment, the exhibition hall became silent, with only Kameda's angry roar echoing.

March, early spring.

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

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

It's like the roar of a god, echoing in the world.

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

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

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, 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 were once 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 deeply 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 left, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This is a 13 or 14-year-old boy, with tattered clothes and 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, attacked his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close, download the Aiyue app to read the latest content for free But even if the rain fell on his face, he did not blink, staring coldly at the distance like a hawk.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog, and sometimes vigilantly observing the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement will instantly take it off.

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

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