Hong Kong Island Old Events

"That makes sense." He Dingxian said with a smile: "Taibo's style is to break a bowl today, soak a painting tomorrow, and burn a book the day after tomorrow."

"Everything could be fake."

Qiu Degeng said: "Others will settle the account."

He Dingxian sneered: "It's stolen every few days. Do you need to modify the inventory catalog?"

Qiu De even shook his head: "Well, no matter how strong Taibo's foundation is, if they play like this, their reputation will be in vain in a few decades."

Taiwan has lost and damaged cultural relics not once or twice.

The national treasures that were transported by train from Nanjing to Xiamen Pier were each rare treasures and essence passed down from generation to generation. He drifted overseas quietly and lost his trace. Whose loss was it?

It’s not a loss for the family, it’s a loss for the country!

"During World War II, Peiping was in a hurry, and the cultural relics were carefully selected and transported to Peidu Mountain City, then to Nanjing, and finally to Taiwan." He Dingxian recalled the history: "It is said that there are more than one million precious cultural relics in Taiwan, including the complete "Four" Kuquan Shu", as well as a large number of government documents from the former Qing Dynasty, letters from famous people, more than 20,000 pieces of oracle bone inscriptions, inscribed tripods from the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, and various royal treasures."

"But when Taibo completed its collection inventory at the beginning of the year, only 698,000 cultural relics were counted. A large number of cultural relics were lost during the war."

Qiu Degen nodded: "Because there were too many cultural relics, the Taiwanese government immediately established the Taiwan Expo Office after the relocation to the south, and the collections were placed in the Beigou warehouse for inventory. At that time, more than 4,000 boxes of cultural relics were moved off the ship."

"It took six years to complete the count. As for whether it is one million or 690,000, what we say does not count, what they say counts!"

He Dingxian laughed: "According to their style, it will be difficult to start counting the cultural relics this year. No wonder they have to rush to ship goods. It seems that it is not only a simple power struggle involving the Secrecy Bureau, but also a rush to get more votes. .”

"These cultural relics sent out will definitely not appear on the list of cultural relics in Taipei. In the future, they can be donated and auctioned cleanly. They can be directly claimed to be from overseas during the war and auctioned at sky-high prices."

Qiu De even laughed and said: "They wipe their butts, we make a profit, the big boss seems to be pretty good too."

"Put down this "Quick Snow and Clear Post"."

He Dingxian pointed to the table: "In two days, I will ask a master to frame the post and hang it as a work of art on the wall. When Ah Hua studies Chinese in the future, he can also practice his writing according to the post."

The original copy of "Quick Snow and Clear Tie" is only 23 centimeters long and 18.4 centimeters wide, but literati, emperors and ministers of all dynasties printed and postscripted it on the back, resulting in a lot of ink paper pasted on the back. Among them is a picture of Qing Dynasty painter Dong Bangda's words in the letter, The painting "Quick Snow and Sunny Picture" drawn in a calligraphy gesture is pasted on the back.

The whole volume is actually a collection of calligraphy and painting when opened, full of seals and numerous mentions and postscripts.

Qianlong alone mentioned "miraculous skills", "dragon leaping over the Tianmen, tiger leaping over the Phoenix Pavilion", "unparalleled in the world, unique in ancient and modern times" and so on. According to historical records, this was Qianlong's favorite calligraphy and painting, and he wrote postscripts 71 times in his life.

The so-called postscript is actually the ancient people writing "comments" after calligraphy and paintings, using the original as a platform to leave their comments to future generations. By the way, you can also show your calligraphy and artistic level.

In the name of the original work of the sage of calligraphy, anyone who can leave a postscript on it is a famous person of a certain generation.

Dong Bangda's paintings were also summoned by Qianlong and made a special trip to the palace to post paintings for books.

"Qianlong is an old man with not much skill. He uses his status to criticize all kinds of calligraphy and authentic works." He Dingxian glanced at the paintings. For people without artistic appreciation, the original works are not as eye-catching as those mentioned, and even already Overshadowed by paintings.

There are a bunch of seals in the corner, especially the one from Sanxitang that looks like dog-skin plaster.

"Sanxi Hall", the royal study room of Emperor Qianlong, is taken from "Tongshu·Zhixue" written by Zhou Dunyi in the Northern Song Dynasty, the phrase "Shi Xixian, Xian Xisheng, Sage Xitian".

All collected paintings and calligraphy will be covered with plaster and printed with the words "Sanxitang". Among them, Wang Xizhi's "Quick Snow and Clear Tie", Wang Xianzhi's "Mid-Autumn Tie" and Wang Xun's "Boyuan Tie" were the most loved by Qianlong. The three Tie's were also called "Three Hopes".

Qiu Degeng said: "Okay, big boss."

"I'll ask the master to help frame it tomorrow."

He brought the name sticker to the big boss's house because he wanted to give the real thing to the big boss. After all, the value of "Quick Snow and Clear Posts" is extraordinary. One post is worth ten thousand posts. It is the best way to have the big boss personally manage it.

As for the big boss, should he hang it up, or should he keep it and hide it?

It doesn't matter.

The big boss wouldn't imitate Qianlong and write crazy inscriptions on it, right?

"Brother Xian."

"Someone from the Secrecy Bureau is visiting." At this time, Lardboy stood at the door of the apartment and called softly. He Dingxian waved to the door and said: "Come in!"

"yes."

"Big boss." Lardboy, wearing a shirt, bowed and walked in. When he saw Qiu Degeng, he nodded slightly to him, and then said: "The people from the Secrecy Bureau found the Eastern Group, handed over their certificates, said a few words and left. .”

"What words?"

He Dingxian asked.

Qiu Degen stood up to say goodbye and exited the room.

After the door closed, Lardboy replied: "He said that people from Taiwan will call you in the evening, hoping that you can save face."

"Ha ha."

He Dingxian smiled and said: "You have to give me face for everything. Do you think I am shameless and show my face to others every day? But sooner or later, you have to answer the call from the Secrecy Bureau. If you don't have an agreement with the people from the Secrecy Bureau, how can you safely deliver the goods?" Eat it?"

"Azai."

"have you eaten?"

He spoke in a relaxed tone and did not take the people from the Secrecy Bureau to mind. First of all, what is supposed to come will come sooner or later. It is useless to worry too much. If we can't reach an agreement, the worst thing is that the matter will be exposed and all the cultural relics will be donated. By then, the entire list of people involved in the Secrecy Bureau will be dead.

He Dingxian has the goods and materials in hand and has the initiative. He is the least afraid of making things worse. Because he won’t lose money!

The people from the Secrecy Bureau lost their goods and broke people.

Just if something happens to Xinji, who is controlled by money, it will affect the pockets of many people. After all, many Taiwanese bureaucrats have cooperated with Xinji. It has to be said that smuggling cultural relics is indeed Xinji’s biggest business, but it is not the only business.

The people in the Secrecy Bureau have no food to eat, so it’s not a good idea to throw the whole pot away, right? If you want to cultivate a large society like Sun Kee in Hong Kong Island, in fact, in addition to power, timing is also very important. Now that Xiangjia falls, other local groups will immediately rise up, and people from Taiwan will never get involved.

Of course, He Dingxian had more than a thousand cultural relics in his hands, so he naturally didn't want to hand them over in vain. Therefore, he still has to fight against the lies of the Secrecy Bureau and strive to push all the people involved into the pit of fire.

Lardboy sat down with a smile, rubbed his hands and said, "I had a few bites of pork chop rice at the company. Brother Xian, do you have something to eat?"

"Nan, heat up the remaining braised pork and prepare a braised pork set meal for Ah Zai." He Dingxian opened his mouth and ordered. Chu Yunnan immediately agreed, and quickly prepared the rice and brought it to the table. Lardboy smiled naively and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

"There is a cup of scallop and abalone soup, let's take it with the rice." Chu Yunnan put a white soup cup on the table.

Lardboy nodded his thanks and buried himself in his rice.

A fat guy like him likes to eat meat with lots of oil and fat. His mouth is full of oil when he eats it, and he feels extremely happy.

He Dingxian returned to the study, turned on a radio, and read while waiting for the call.

"Welcome to Radio People's Radio, broadcast to the station. It is now 7:30 in the evening. According to news from Kinmen, two Taiwanese soldiers fell into the sea and died during training this morning. The frontline officers and soldiers suggested that the Taiwanese soldiers should be asked to sit in the swimming pool first. Learn to swim, practice your skills before going into battle."

He Dingxian was holding a trendy business internal magazine in his hand. He was stunned when he heard the broadcast. He always felt that he had seen it before.

"Ding ding ding."

"Ding ding ding."

The landline phone in the study room rang.

He Dingxian answered the phone, turned up the volume of the radio slightly with his hand, and asked aloud: "Hey, are you on the side?"

"Hello, Mr. He, I am Hu Linying from the Secrecy Bureau." Hu Linying was sitting in a small dark room, holding the phone in his hand, and his expression seemed a little excited. Du Changjiang sat next to him wearing headphones and holding a pen and paper in his hand to record the conversation between the two parties. There was also a processor next to him that could amplify the sound track and process the noise.

His expression was completely opposite to Hu Linying's. When he answered the phone, he frowned and looked ugly.

"Secret Bureau?"

"Is there a Secrecy Bureau on Hong Kong Island?" He Dingxian spoke calmly and politely.

Hu Linying replied: "We are the Secrecy Bureau of Taiwan Island. You must also know from Qian that we can return the goods seized by the Marine Police. I can invite Mr. He to come to Taiwan to do business together. Recently, Taiwan is under Build a large number of factories and invest some money at will. Even if you don't start construction, you can still make a lot of money by increasing the value of the land."

"Those who cooperate with our Secrecy Bureau will never be short of money. On the contrary, those who offend our Secrecy Bureau will have nowhere to spend their money."

He Dingxian nodded: "I believe it."

"But the Secrecy Bureau of Taiwan Island cannot control Hong Kong Island. Two questions. First, you shot the Chinese superintendent of the Hong Kong government. Aren't you afraid of causing a diplomatic incident? This is the territory of the British. Second, my office in Hong Kong Island is There are a lot of people, so I can play with you slowly, but you have to make sure that you never step outside the island, otherwise my brothers will not be able to help but chop you into pieces as soon as you leave the island."

Hu Linying had already expected his toughness, and there was no anger in her heart. Her thoughts were deeply attracted by a voice: "Radio People's Radio broadcast to the station, Radio People's Radio broadcast to the station to advise the compatriots on the other side of the Taiwan Strait to return to the embrace of the motherland and relatives in their hometown." , wife, children, noodles, rice, and sorghum from my hometown.”

"Hometown is waiting for you!"

Hu Linying turned to look at Du Changjiang, with a hint of bitterness on the corner of his mouth.

"Abandon the delusion of counterattack and acknowledge the end of the era."

"Work together for the nation and state!"

The radio station is still playing.

Hu Linying couldn't help but ask: "Sir He, what is your identity?"