Chapter 372 Rather for the jade shattered

Wang Yao leaned around slightly, looked at the group of jury people below and asked, "What is it?"

No one answered him, until a trembling voice said, "It's a Han Dynasty carved dragon." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Wang Yao looked at him, the old man sitting in the corner with a rickety figure, "Old man, may I ask where you are from." ”

"I'm a Dongying person. The old man replied.

"That's what you say, spreading our Chinese culture?" Wang Yao turned his head and sneered at Orlando, the black veil covering his eyes, but still making Orlando unable to look at him.

"May I ask, who here is not a well-known cultural relics worker in the world, a top talent? Why can't we even recognize a small piece of jade dragon in China?" Wang Yao's tone was extremely cold: "You professionals are at a loss, what about your people? What kind of cultural transmission can they receive? When someone asks you what it is, you tell the visitors? It is a jade carving?"

Wang Yao sneered, and his tone was full of mockery, "Anyone with a little common sense of Chinese cultural relics can know that it is a jade carving." ”

Wang Yao's words silenced everyone, and these cultural relics of Huaxia, asking themselves, were placed in their museums, just announcing to people the number of collections, and some kind of vague flaunting of those plunders back then. To understand, to explore, because they, foreigners, don't want to learn about the culture of other countries at all!

It's like a lot of people have a natural resistance to learning English.

Without the right context, without the right interest drive, without the support of real interests and hobbies, no one will learn the culture of another world, this is human nature.

But this group of sanctimonious predators has been insisting on using this gimmick of spreading culture to coax everyone, how can people not be angry?

"Mr. Wang, calm down, people have shortcomings. Orlando quickly came back to his senses and said in a cold voice, "We're not experts in research, isn't it normal not to understand?"

"Then bring your experts here. Wang Yao sneered, "I'll tell them?"

"Don't digress, we're talking about heritage preservation. Orlando frowned.

"You were the one who first mentioned culture to me. Wang Yao sneered, and threw the exquisite jade carving in his hand to the ground under everyone's shocked gaze.

The crisp sound of jade shattering resounded through the courtroom.

Everyone exclaimed.

"Do you know what kind of culture this is?" Wang Yao's tone was full of heavy mockery.

The eyes covered by the black veil swept over the faces, panicked, ashamed, regretful, or innocent, and the tone was full of powerlessness and anger.

"This is called rather broken jade than broken tiles. ”

Everyone was silent, and for a moment the entire courtroom could be heard.

"It's a good one, and I'd rather be a broken jade. After a long silence, Servie's chuckle sounded, he squatted on the ground and picked up the jade dragon that was broken on the ground piece by piece, held it in the palm of his hand, trembled a little, and looked at Wang Yao, "Mr. Wang, can you tell us about it, we all know your Chinese dragon, but how did this dragon see the dynasty?"

Wang Yao's trembling shoulders gradually decreased, he took a deep breath, and his voice still had a hint of trembling, "It's very simple, before the Han Dynasty, the image of the dragon was a beast, so the limbs were as prominent as a beast, and in the late Tang Dynasty, the image of the dragon began to develop towards a flying beast, weakening the limbs, so it is easy to distinguish, this is an entry culture." ”

"I've been taught, give this to me. Sevier nodded.

"You're at your own convenience. Wang Yao sighed.

"You painted, made, and carved all of them yourself?" Sevier asked, pointing to something on the ground.

"Some are, some are my team. Wang Yao said.

"Can I take it back and compare it, if it is really highly restored, I will grant you the qualification of a visiting professor on behalf of the University of Zurich, Switzerland, majoring in cultural relics studies. Sevier said earnestly.

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment and nodded.

Sewell packed the baggage on the ground, took it with the help of his assistant, sat back in his seat, and said, "Orlando, I don't think you have anything else to say." ”

Orlando glanced at Wang Yao, "I am silent, Mr. Wang's emotions seem to be excessive. ”

"That's nothing to say. Sevier nodded, "Because you've got the conversation on the subject." ”

Orlando froze.

"Mr. Wang, can you tell us why you are angry? Sewell looked at Wang Yao and said, "I believe everyone here also wants to know the reason." ”

Wang Yao looked at Sewell, the old man's kind smile on his face was not like digging a pit, and the inextinguishable flame in his heart came up again, he really didn't vomit or feel unhappy.

Because during this time, in addition to visiting a few museums in Paris, he saw that those precious Chinese cultural relics could only be huddled and piled up in a small exhibition hall, no one cared about it, and there were no special introducers and caretakers, how could he not be angry about this situation?

At the same time, he went to Chinatown to ask the local elders, and the Guimet Museum and the Louvre Museum held several exhibitions about Chinese cultural relics that year, and what happened on them made Wang Yao even more angry.

"Everyone is a human being, and they have all been abroad, so they should know what jet lag is and what is not adaptable. Wang Yao adjusted his tone and tried to calm himself down, "Cultural relics are the same, their raw materials, artistic processing, all have a hometown, it may be a bit hypocritical to say that they are alive, but they are indeed alive, because trees are alive and become paper, minerals are also alive and become dyes, soil is alive, and the people who create them are also alive, so they should also be alive, just like a child." ”

"When a fragile child is taken to the other side of the world with a jet lag of more than ten hours, where the climate, culture, and language are completely different, and their living environment is powerlessly changed, do you think this is humane?"

"When the white Europeans brought the bacteria to the Americas, so that the entire Native Americans almost died, and the Black Death caused by the slaughter of cats almost made the Europeans die. ”

Wang Yao paced on the stage: "I saw a Dunhuang mural in the Guimet Museum, which is a picture of Fusa in the Song Dynasty, and when I felt the dust in the corner of the glass, and the granular powder that appeared on the mural under the light inside, I really have a sentence to talk about." ”

"Your Western murals are not the same thing as our murals, they are not painted on the wall, they are called murals, your Western murals are made of lime walls, which directly absorb pigments and are very durable, but what about our murals? It's just a layer of wall skin, the color is gone, it's gone, because the raw material is not a lime wall, it can't absorb dyes, your protection measures for our murals are actually an irreparable damage to it, I can't say that you are uneducated, but you really can't tell the difference between wet murals and dry murals, if you really are, then I really think it's your protection fault!"

"In addition, the light and drying in the protective window, as well as the environment that has not been tested for humidity for I don't know how many years, is really a hooligan, every time you use the Western protection method to uncover, you have not considered that the soluble salts involved in the production materials will cause dissolution and crystallization in the process of hygroscopic to drying, resulting in the mural caused by suctheline disease." Death', the mural experts here should know that Susine disease is the cancer of the mural, an irreversible damage, and all the frescoes I saw in the Guimet Museum have already been sick. Wang Yao's eyes coldly glanced at the director of the Guimet Museum in the audience.

"Those are cultural relics that have gone through hundreds of years, the fragility can be imagined, and what is even more ridiculous is that I heard that a French duke was very fond of Dunhuang murals more than ten years ago, and he specially invited Dunhuang murals to his dinner. Wang Yao sneered, "So there is a Dunhuang mural that has become his sitting on the beach, in the oily, smoky environment, I want to ask, if there is a cultural relics protection law, this duke will be sentenced to a few years in prison? This is murder." Wang Yao stretched out his finger, "For this kind of protective behavior, I can only give the person concerned two words, mentally retarded." ”

"As I said earlier, it's not called a mural painted on the wall, the raw materials, the craftsmanship is completely different, we can understand that you arrogant Westerners can't look down on our civilization, but you don't need to murder our cultural relics, you keep saying that you attach importance to the protection of cultural relics, do you attach so much importance to it? Then I think I can also take your "Mona Lisa's Smile" back and pay attention to it. Wang Yao sneered.

"Mr. Wang, I understand your feelings, but this analogy is not very good. Orlando said with a gloomy face.

"Why? Aren't all cultural relics equal? Yours are a little higher than ours?" Wang Yao sarcastically.

"All human heritage is equal. Sevier said on it.

"If you are not convinced, you can go to the hometown of Dunhuang murals to see how beautiful the murals over there are, and that is called protection. Wang Yao sneered, "In 1915, my country's painting "Female Historian" more than 1,500 years ago was cut into three sections in the British Museum, I don't know if the person who did this kind of thing was ignorant or deliberately murdered, since you are angry at me for using the example of "Mona Lisa's Smile", then I also tell you, when I heard the news, I was as angry as you, do you understand?" They not only cut this painting, but also cut the history of our country, which is no different from the barbaric invaders, and is equivalent to your means of protecting our cultural relics. ”

Wang Yao threw down his sleeves after speaking, Orlando, who was more than ten meters away, thought he was going to beat someone, and instinctively shrank back, "This is the first time I have appealed, but it will not be the last, as long as the regulations of the International Association for the Protection of Cultural Relics are still there, in the case that I find that any museum has not properly protected my country's cultural relics, I will continue to appeal, although I know that the probability of the ruling is very slim, but I am willing to believe that justice will be absent, but it will not be late." ”

Wang Yao walked off the stage as he spoke, and the crowd automatically moved out of an aisle.

When he walked to the gate, Wang Yao stopped and turned his head, and the ghost face on his face became inexplicably weird, "By the way, please don't take the guise of protecting the common heritage of mankind in the future, our Forbidden City Museum in Beijing has tens of thousands of cultural relics from all over the world, but we never use this name, because all cultural relics are cultural relics with a clean and innocent way, so there is no need to set up an archway." ”

Wang Yao's ridicule made everyone's faces look bad, because most of the things in their museums came from the wrong way, especially the British Museum, which is known as the 'Museum of the Invaders' Spoils'.

"Snatching things from other countries, and then setting up a memorial arch in peacetime, is a bit like infertility at home, snatching other people's children from next door and saying, since you can't afford to raise them, I will help you raise them, but the right to dispose of the child has to belong to me. Wang Yao raised his middle finger and sneered, "To be honest, we don't need this kind of kindness, we can afford it." ”

The door of the courtroom opened, the dazzling sunlight outside shone in, everyone instinctively squinted, and the embroidered word 'Gu' behind Wang Yao seemed to be as brilliant as a thousand rays of light.

This Wang Gu doesn't seem to be here to appeal, it's a bit like scolding the street, many people think.

Sewell glanced at Orlando, who was sitting silent.

"Can Your Excellency leave early?" asked Madame Hendyal, who suddenly got up.

PS: It's okay to go to the British Museum World or several other major museums now, 10 years ago, Chinese cultural relics were all piles of dust, and the Penn Museum also rented out the Chinese Museum as a wedding venue, oh hehe,