Mai Xiaoji hurriedly washed up, went downstairs and turned over two slices of bread and stuffed it in his mouth, drank saliva and prepared to drive out.

Faint!

Yesterday, I didn't drive the car back because I was going to drink. Drinking and making mistakes, the reason why Mai Xiaoji was easily used and played with in the past was that he liked the bright lights, and he couldn't remember what he promised and what happened.

Finally brought down Yuan Meng, it can be regarded as an exception, and he will not do it again in the future, Mai Xiaoji comforted himself and urged the taxi driver to speed up.

The door of the office was open, Bu Changping was sitting inside, and there were four men in black and sunglasses standing next to him, who looked like the big boss, and Nangong Yue took him to do a psychological counseling.

Tang Linlin was pouring water for Bu Changping's tea, and there were a few bags of girls' favorite snacks on the table, which was basically worthy of that meager income.

"Step boss, I'm sorry, I drank too much yesterday. ”

With the smell of alcohol and red eyes, he couldn't hide it, and Mai Xiaoji could only tell the truth.

"Haha, young man, it's all like this. Bu Changping smiled a little fakely, if it weren't for the request of others, he would have been angry after waiting for a long time, and he would definitely turn around and go back.

"Boss Bu, what are you doing this time?"

After the two of them sat down, Mai Xiaoji asked, but saw the corner of Bu Changping's mouth twitch, obviously, he said it yesterday. I'm sorry, I really can't remember, people who drink a lot understand.

Bu Changping's two eyebrows were twisted together and loosened, and he talked about the purpose of this trip, that is, to ask Mai Xiaoji to appraise a painting.

To say this, a little impression, Mai Xiaoji looked suddenly realized, "Oh, I remember, Boss Bu mentioned that painting." ”

"It's more expensive, I didn't say it on the phone. Bu Chang wiped the cold sweat on his face, not knowing whether to believe Mai Xiaoji.

"Then, let's take a look at the painting first!"

Buchangping nodded slightly, and the two bodyguards opened a box on the ground, took out a heavy picture scroll, and then spread a clean white cloth on the ground and gently placed the picture scroll on it.

Then, the bodyguard turned around and walked out and glanced at Tang Linlin at the door. Tang Linlin was excited, and hurriedly followed out, and closed the door casually.

"Such a long painting?" Mai Xiaoji was stunned, this would not be able to open for several meters!

Bu Changping put on gloves and slowly opened the picture scroll, and the first thing that caught his eye was the grand customs scene, the small bridge, the flowing water and the horses coming and going, and the prosperous scene of the vertical and horizontal shops. There are hundreds of characters on it, men, women and children, and even people with disabilities, which is vivid and breathtaking.

Looking a little familiar, Mai Xiaoji thought for a while and was surprised, this painting is so famous, it is the world-famous "Qingming Riverside Picture"!

That's right, in order to enrich himself, Mai Xiaoji made up some common sense of calligraphy and painting, and "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", as a masterpiece of hand-me-down, was of course the first batch of attention.

"Boss Bu, what do you mean by this painting" Mai Xiaoji was a little confused.

"It seems to be the "Qingming Riverside Map"!" Bu Changping said.

How dare you say it!

Bu Changping is definitely in the water in his brain, and he was stupid to be deceived by the liars! Holding back these mocking words, Mai Xiaoji waved his hand and said: "Boss Bu, the real treasure is in the National Museum, can we not make this kind of joke?"

"Of course I know, but Brother Xiaoji, you see, this one is very similar to the original picture, but it is slightly different. And those printed and high-quality imitations are all in pursuit of exactly the same. The person I wanted to paint might be an assistant or an admirer of the original artist, who painted with verve but still retained his own characteristics. Bu Changping gave an explanation.

"Boss Bu, which tomb did you steal this from?" Mai Xiaoji asked with a frown.

"It was a gift from a deceased relative. Bu Changping said and moved emotionally, wiping the moist corners of his eyes.

Bu Changping said that over the years, he has sponsored a lonely old gentleman, who was a teacher and has no relatives.

Once, Bu Changping went to the hospital for a health check-up and saw an old man walking out of the hospital with a bag containing a chest X-ray in a solemn manner, and a doctor behind him to remind him to come for a re-examination and not to delay the best time for treatment.

At first glance, it is a poor person who looks down on the sick, and there is a lot of misery in the world, and Bu Changping doesn't care. When he returned home after the examination, the driver drove faster when he turned the corner, startling an old man, who was fine, but let the bag of eggs he was carrying fall to the ground and all of them were broken.

"I said I would take him for a check-up, but he said no, he didn't hurt. I also said that I would pay him for those eggs, and he didn't want money, saying that he was buying cracked eggs, and he could eat them when he went home. Bu Changping sighed and said: "The old man is a good person, not slandering, not greedy for cheap, I met him twice, one asked, it happened that his age was the same age as my deceased father, I think this is the fate in the dark." ”

"Except for fate, it seems that this coincidence cannot be explained. In fact, the story sounds old-fashioned, McXiaoji said.

"Later, I learned that the old man was educated and proud, but he was also a bit cynical, had no children and no relatives and friends, and his monthly pension was only enough to take medicine, and he had no money for surgery. I insisted on taking him to the hospital for examination, and he had a tumor, but it was benign, and he had surgery to remove it, and I have been sponsoring him ever since. Not long ago, the old man passed away peacefully, and knowing that I liked to collect, he gave me this painting. ”

"Boss Bu, with all due respect, this painting is well known, you don't mean that you have the real thing, and the one in the National Museum is fake, right?" Mai Xiaoji asked incredulously, this possibility is completely non-existent, the collection in the museum has been tempered by history, and there is no doubt about the authenticity.

"I didn't believe it at first, I knew that the old man had a big man, but he was just confused. After all, what I brought out of the tomb was not real, it was regarded as a souvenir. Bu Changping laughed at himself and said: "However, later I watched the group members discuss "Qingming Riverside Map" in the group, and I took it out again to look at it, but it looked like it was true. Brother Ji, I have now lost my ability to discern, and I just want to know what the origin of this painting is. ”

With the lessons learned last time, Mai Xiaoji felt that Bu Changping would not lie, and there was no need for this.

Squatted down and studied the painting carefully, it looked like it was some years old, but it was not well preserved, it was moldy in some places, and the edges were broken. But with Mai Xiaoji's mastery of ancient paintings, it seems to be true.

"Brother Ji, do you think it looks like the real thing? I mean, even if it's an admirer of the original painter, it counts. Look at the handwriting of this paragraph, it is the same as the real thing, the more I think about it, the more interesting it is, the two should be in the same era, and the relationship is relatively good. Bu Chang chattered.

Mai Xiaoji took a photo with the hidden Golden Circle mobile phone, and said: "I look a little real, let's let Brother Kong come over too, let's take a look together!"