Chapter 169 Pixiu is only half

The compound of the municipal party committee of Ningdong City is in the center of the city, and the surrounding houses are not high, basically seven or eight floors or even ten floors, and they are a little old, which seems to be a little incommensurate with the status of Ningdong City's international metropolis, but this is the place where Ningdong City first flourished, and all the later development began here.

"The biggest feature here is that the greenery is excellent, all of them are native trees, among which hundred-year-old trees are not uncommon, and because there is a natural lake with a width of 20 acres, the microclimate here is very good, it is said to be a treasure of feng shui with Tibetan wind and energy, therefore, the successive politicians have never thought of redeveloping here, but everything remains the same."

Ding Hao's voice was low and a little magnetic, which belonged to the kind that sounded good.

Fang Ming nodded and said, "How can anyone want to destroy such a treasure land?" I think the decision not to develop is the right one, there are still many places to develop around, there is no need to stare here. ”

"Hah! If Mayor Wan hears your words, he will definitely be a confidant, because he also holds this view. ”

Ding Hao pointed out the window and continued: "Don't look at the buildings here are all decades ago, but because the compound of the municipal party committee and municipal fu is here, it has become a place where the powerful gather. A stone in the novel YBDU may be able to hit a millionaire or a billionaire. ”

Fang Ming knew that Ding Hao's words might be a little exaggerated, but they were not unfounded.

The car slowly stopped in front of a gate that was not in the courtyard, and immediately an armed policeman came over, and after the window was rolled down, Ding Hao said a few words to the armed policeman, and then the armed policeman saluted and left and opened the gate.

The car entered the gate and drove in until it came to a stop at the deepest point.

After getting out of the car, by the light of the street lamp, Fang Ming found that there was a three-story building in front of him about ten steps, the small building was surrounded by flowers and trees, and it looked as if it was surrounded by darkness in the night.

"Let's go inside, the mayor is already inside."

Nodding slightly, Fang Ming followed Ding Hao and walked inside, after entering the door, he glanced around, Fang Ming found that the layout of the courtyard was not special, first of all, there was a clump of bamboo planted in the corner of the left hand wall of the door, there was a grape trellis in the corner of the right hand wall, and below it was a stone table and a few chairs, beyond that, there was a green grass, and a curved cobblestone path led from the gate to the door of the small building.

Ordinary and couldn't be more ordinary, but Fang Ming felt a compelling aura rushing over, making people can't help but become serious.

"Is this the spirit of the powerful?"

Sikong Zhe, Yitong and even Song Shan are all rare big shots, but compared with Wanhua, they are more than a cut behind, after all, as the head of a city, he is the feudal official who dominates the party, and he is more likely to become a big man in the country in the future.

The aura formed by such a person is naturally extremely powerful.

Looking at Ding Hao, Fang Ming found that he was more serious than before at this time, and obviously felt this atmosphere as well.

Ding Hao directly pushed open the door and walked into the small building, then walked through the hall, stopped in front of a room, raised his hand and knocked lightly a few times.

"Bang Bang!"

It was quiet in the small building, and there seemed to be no one there, so the knocks were soft, but they were clearly clear, as if they could be heard far away.

"Please come in."

A majestic voice came, Ding Hao's waist bent slightly after hearing this voice, gently pushed the door open, and then walked in.

"Mayor, Mr. Fang Ming is here."

Fang Ming looked forward, and what caught his eye was a huge mahogany desk, behind the desk was a huge bookshelf full of books, and as for the chair behind the desk and between the bookshelf, there was a person sitting on it, it was Wanhua.

"Heh, Fang Ming, you're here, sit down, I still have a file that I haven't finished reading, give me ten minutes, and we'll talk about it later."

"Okay, Mayor, you get busy first."

Ding Hao let Fang Ming go to the sofa in the corner of the room, and then made tea before sitting down on the side.

There was silence in the study, and a few minutes later there was a rustle of strokes on paper, followed by the sound of chairs being pushed away.

Ding Hao's movements were very fast, and he immediately stood up and walked towards Wanhua.

"Xiao Ding, take this document to the secretary tomorrow, this matter is more important."

"Okay, mayor, no problem, I'll send it to the secretary early in the morning."

After Ding Hao finished saying this, he put away his things and left, leaving only Fang Ming and Wanhua in the study.

"Mayor."

Seeing Wanhua coming over, Fang Ming also stood up, the other party was the mayor of a city, and he was his senior, so he should be respectful.

"Sit down."

Wan Hua sat down first as he spoke, and then said, "Fang Ming, how about that treasure appreciation conference?" I went to see it with Sikong Zhe before, and I felt quite good, and there was a lot of traffic. ”

"Very nice. Zhou Yafang and I have already opened a store there after the treasure appraisal conference, so we are more familiar with the situation there, there was very little flow of people at that time, and with the east wind of the treasure appraisal conference, there are now a lot more people, and business is naturally better. ”

"How's it going in your shop?"

"Hey."

Hearing Wan Hua ask about the situation in his store, Fang Ming laughed before he could say anything, "Okay, very good, I picked up some antiques and sold them in the store, and I made a lot of money." ”

Wanhua is the mayor, and he is also familiar with Sikong Zhe and others, so it is not a secret that such a thing will not be hidden from him.

"Hahaha!"

Wan Hua laughed, he had also heard about this matter, "You have now become the public enemy of those stall owners, and Sikong Zhe also said that you will have a live broadcast of the leakage, and now you will be in big trouble." ”

"It seems that Sikong Zhe is a big mouth! I've told you everything. ”

Fang Ming grabbed his hair, it seemed that Sikong Zhe must have said everything when he reported to work before, of course, except for the one that had a little scandal between him and Ke Liu that he had just thought of before he came - it wasn't that Sikong Zhe didn't want to say it, but he didn't have this idea at that time.

"Hah! I'm the mayor, he always has to curry favor with me, and he won't hide things from me. ”

"That's right."

Fang Ming was still a little nervous, but at this time, he slowly relaxed, and he found that Wanhua was actually very approachable. However, if Ding Hao knew about this idea, he would definitely criticize it, Wanhua is approachable? Unless the sun rises in the west.

In his daily work, Wanhua's requirements for everything are even to the point of nitpicking, even a celebrity like him is often criticized, let alone others.

"Fang Ming, I recently got something, I've been studying it for a few months, and I still don't have a clue, so I want to ask you to identify it."

After a few words of gossip, Wanhua stopped talking nonsense, managing the eating, drinking, and sleeping of the entire city, he didn't have much time, and tonight's was already "saved" with great difficulty.

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Wan Hua stood up and walked to the bookshelf, picked up a cylinder resting on it and walked back.

"Fang Ming, take a look, this is something that my daughter sent back from abroad, saying that it is a national treasure that has been lost abroad, she bought it in a small shop that does not look away, and she knew that I liked this, so she sent it back. However, I looked up a lot of information, but in the end, I couldn't be sure if it was true, so I called you. ”

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Fang Ming took the cylinder and opened it gently, then pulled out a piece of tissue paper from it.

"Huh? What's going on? Why is Pixiu only halved? ”

As soon as his right hand touched the painting, Fang Ming immediately noticed that Pixiu suddenly appeared, but what was shocking was that Pixiu was not completely presented as before, but only half appeared!

"Fang Ming, what's wrong?"

"Ahh

Fang Ming came to his senses, only then did he realize that he had just lost his mind, and hurriedly said, "I'm afraid this painting is not easy to identify." ”

"Oh, I think so too."

Wan Hua said and pointed to a large table in the corner of the office, and said, "That's the table I specially prepared for the purpose of identifying and playing with antiques, why don't you spread it out there and study it again?"

Wanhua walked over and opened the crane beak lamp standing on the side, the lamp turned on, and then hit the table, beyond that, it was dark, and the arrangement in front of him was very typical of antique shops, but Wanhua was the mayor of a city, and it was not strange to have such a table.

At this time, Fang Ming was not polite, he pulled the crane beak lamp above the table and approached the table to study it carefully.

Chinese painting, also known as Danqing, mainly refers to the brush and water, ink or color painting on silk, paper and other materials of the painting, usually framed into a scroll or album and the like, if from the technical point of view, it can be divided into fine brush and freehand.

Gongbi painting refers to a neat and meticulous technique, which is simply a painting technique that shows the meticulousness and pride of the painted object. Freehand painting, on the other hand, is the opposite of gongbi painting, emphasizing the reproduction of the meaning and spirit of the painted object, emphasizing the spirit rather than the form.

At this time, what was in front of Fang Ming was a Chinese painting.

Wan Hua didn't stand by Fang Ming's side, but sat down on the sofa, drinking tea slowly, he didn't want to know the answer quickly, but he understood even more that this matter was in a hurry, and it was useless for him to stand by Fang Ming's side, it was better to simply sit on the sofa more comfortably.

Time passed minute by minute, and Fang Ming, who was standing in front of the painting, remained motionless like a statue, as if he had entered some mysterious spiritual world.

Wan Hua looked at the time and found that more than an hour had passed, and looked at Fang Ming, he found that Fang Ming's fingers were gently pressing on the painting, and then moving slowly, as if he was gesturing something.

Wan Hua suddenly felt very strange when he saw it, and finally couldn't help but stand up and walk over.