Song Xianzhang took his granddaughter, his prospective grandson-in-law, the driver, or the bodyguard, left the reception, drove a car provided by the Calligraphy Association, and went straight to the Dongdu Historical Museum.

After Song Lao left, Makugu Xiong Yi took the opportunity to leave for a minute or two and told several media about Song Lao's traces.

When he led the exchange group to the dining place, a gloomy smile always rippled under Gujing Bubo's face.

It was only half an hour for the group to drive to the Historical Museum.

This, in order to redeem the impact of the previous market full of high imitations, many halls that are not often open in the historical museum are all open.

Among them, there is a literary and documentary exhibition hall.

And inside, there are Song Dynasty inscriptions that are not available in China, masterpieces, and several Buddhist scriptures of the Tang Dynasty, all of which are made by masters, with money and knowledge, and their value is incalculable.

Unfortunately, this exhibition hall is rarely opened, and it is difficult to see the tablets and Buddhist scriptures.

The little girl will have a youthful smile on her face, holding the guide map and chirping the command path, and the group will go straight to the exhibition hall.

At this time, the two well-known media in Dongdu, who arrived first, had already set up a small camera near the tablet and Buddhist scriptures, and waited for Song Lao and his party to be in place to capture the excited picture of Song Lao seeing the Buddhist scriptures.

When they saw Song Lao and his entourage walking briskly in the flow of people, the reporters of the two media blocked the camera with their bodies, waiting for the target's attention to focus on the exhibits, and then began to shoot.

Xue Lang walked beside the little girl, consciously let their side faces face face the camera, stand still, still maintain this position, but blocked the footsteps of tourists left and right, and formed a small observation group by itself.

The moment Song Lao saw the Buddhist scriptures, his face leaked with long-awaited joy, let go of a few young people, walked two steps quickly, almost fell in front of the glass cabinet, got closer, and looked at the first Buddhist scripture carefully.

The camera, at this moment, revealed the camera and aimed at Song Lao.

The cameraman clearly saw the happy expression on Song Lao's face, the expression was very complicated, so complicated that it was a bit mixed.

The hand, even a little trembling, through the glass, seemed to want to touch the Buddhist scriptures inside.

"Stand one, start the transfer!"

The reporter's voice was not loud, but it was very clear, and the microphone on his collar was enough to catch his voice.

At the same time, he walked over slowly, and stood next to Song Lao almost at the same time as a reporter from another media, behind Xue Lang and Zuo Boyang.

The two cameramen stared at the picture, staring at the excited old face that was about to get out of control, lest they miss the best picture.

It's a live broadcast.

But at this moment, the two of them suddenly became nervous, because the old man in the camera stopped shaking his hands, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of shock.

It was definitely not a shocked expression when he saw the authentic work of the Tang Dynasty, but more like a stunned expression.

Then, the expression slowly changed, turning into confusion, then anger.

What's the situation?

The two videographers don't know why.

This director's good plot is different, why is this expression?

The two reporters also noticed the change in the old man's mood and were a little confused.

It is said that it should be ecstatic, intoxicated, and it is normal to shed old tears, how can you have such an expression?

Also seeing the change in the old man's mood was Xue Lang, he hurriedly let go of the little girl's arm, approached the old man and asked, "Grandpa, is there anything wrong?" ”

The old man's facial expression began to change violently, his folds trembled, he looked at Xue Lang, pointed to the Buddhist scriptures inside, and turned his head again, his hand was still pointing, and his whole body began to tremble.

The two reporters looked at it, is this to be angry, is this plundered? So excited.

Before Xue Lang could speak, the little girl was just about to step forward, the old man pushed Xue Lang away, and walked quickly to the next Buddhist scripture, only glanced at it, and pointed it inside, his lips trembled.

Xue Lang and the others saw that something was wrong and hurriedly followed, but they still didn't have a chance to ask, so the old man pushed away the tourists in front of him, walked quickly to the next position, and before he could stand still, he glanced at it and stretched out his hand back.

Zuo Boyang was quite discerning, and hurriedly stepped forward and handed over a magnifying glass.

The old man took it without looking back, leaned closer to the glass and looked at it carefully, followed by a grunt and handed back the magnifying glass, where the security guard walked up, trying to remind him not to use equipment other than the camera, he stood up and looked at the surrounding display cases.

At this time, Xue Lang leaned in again and asked, "Grandpa, is there something wrong?" ”

The old man calmed down a little, shook his head and said, "It seems that it is in vain, there are no authentic paintings of Tang Dynasty calligraphy masters on display here, they are all imitations." ”

"Imitation?!"

The little girl and Xue Lang exclaimed in unison, and their voices were very loud.

Imitations?

The two reporters who followed were also surprised.

It's live. When these two words go out, I don't know where this will go.

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't wait for everyone's reaction, shook his head, and walked straight to the position of the exhibition hall.

But the little girl didn't do it, and after being surprised, she stepped forward and grabbed the old man's arm and said, "Grandpa, you came all the way, they actually fooled you with imitations, and asked their curator for authentic works, isn't this a lie?!" ”

Xue Lang also added: "Grandpa, this matter can't be left like this, they are not fooling a few of us, they are fooling the whole world!" It's so damning! ”

The voices of the two were very loud, and immediately attracted the attention of countless tourists.

The old man sighed, shook his head and said, "Maybe people are here to protect ......."

Before he finished speaking, a reporter who followed behind him couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and asked politely: "Old man, you are from Huaxia, how can you say that this is an imitation, just by looking through the glass a few times?" ”

The old man looked at him suspiciously, obviously not knowing what he was talking about.

Visitors will understand a little bit, and they will have a general idea of what is going on.

Xue Lang hurriedly translated it and glanced at the reporter, with a strong sense of blame in his eyes.

The reporter didn't flinch, although he looked very polite, obviously, the old man didn't finish without giving an explanation.

After listening to the translation, the old man glanced at the reporter, shook his head and said: "Young man, if you practice calligraphy for decades, you will understand, tell you, you don't understand either, forget it, let's go, there is nothing to see." ”

In the front, it was to answer the reporter, but in the back, it was to Xue Lang and them, obviously, they disdained to follow the reporter.

Although the reporter was annoyed, he could hold on to the people and cause diplomatic trouble, and when he saw the group walking towards the door, he hated and closed the microphone.

The vignette here had little impact on visitors, but the live broadcast caused a huge wave.

Although the time is not long, but there is no editing, the original words are not missing, some people question that the treasure of the Eastern Capital Historical Museum is an imitation, so that a large group of people who were already suspicious of the small island country has no genuine cultural relics, and they are convinced.

The other media did not expose it, and after the old man left, he followed with the video and walked into the porcelain exhibition hall with the most visitors.

This is the closest path to departure, and going outside, it will go around a long way.

The old man had no intention of looking closely, but while walking, he inadvertently glanced at a large jar with beautiful shape, which is often said to be the most representative Yuan blue and white porcelain, a porcelain jar with exquisite shape and good painting.

After a glance, he stopped in confusion, leaned closer and looked closer, frowned, and then reached back.

Zuo Boyang seemed to know what the old man wanted, and stepped forward and handed over the magnifying glass.

But the old man's hand touched, but he didn't answer, turned his head and said, "Phone." ”

Zuo Boyang didn't dare to squeak, quickly took out his mobile phone and handed it over.

The old man took it, dialed it directly, and said while looking at the big jar: "Lao He, have you ever seen the big jar of Yuan blue and white characters in the Eastern Capital Historical Museum?" ”

The voice on the other end came clearly, and said: "Excellent, I went to see the heart jam, my heart hurts, I haven't been there, I don't dare to step into the door of the historical museum, what's wrong, Lao Song, aren't you leading the team to exchange calligraphy, how did you think of asking this?" ”

Song Lao gestured and said: "I didn't attend the luncheon, I couldn't bear to come first, but I was disappointed to see, all the Buddhist scriptures are high imitations, you look at this big jar, I always feel unreal." ”

High imitation?

The other one was surprised.

Maybe it's because the old man's ears are a little back, and the phone is very loud, even if the exhibition hall is messy, he can hear it clearly when he stands next to him.

The media reporter who came with him was stunned, and stood there not knowing whether to ask or not.

Xue Lang had already taken out his mobile phone, took a photo of several angles in a row, and sent it out.

After a while, a puzzled word came from the other end: "How is it possible?" This is the characteristic of post-Qing firing, the glaze is difficult to achieve transparency, slightly blue, how can this be? ”

Song Lao also shook his head.

The other end probably looked at the photo carefully, didn't move for a few seconds, and then said: "Old Song, look at it again, it won't be the same as the world." ”

"Okay."

Song Lao answered the phone, looked around and said, You three, hurry up and take a picture and pass it to your grandfather.

The three of them moved quickly, clicked to take pictures, and in just ten minutes, while Song Lao and the other side were chatting, they finished taking pictures of all the utensils in the exhibition hall.

As the photos continued to be transmitted, He Lao on the other end seemed to be moved, and said: "Old Song, you go to other exhibition halls to take a look, this matter is very strange, the historical museum is a famous cultural collection in a small island country, how can it be all imitations, but I need to see the real thing, otherwise it is difficult to have an accurate conclusion." ”

When Song Lao heard this, he smiled and said, "Have you organized a group to kick the hall?" ”

"Haha!"

The other end smiled and said: "I went in the spirit of academic research, but I didn't kick the museum, don't think so dirty." ”

They chatted, but they didn't know that the outside world had already fried the pot.

Especially the Calligraphy Association, which has received a call from the media, saying that the target actually said that those Buddhist scriptures were high imitations, and they didn't even enter the back.

Makugu Xiong Yi originally planned to black Song Lao and smear Huaxia, not to mention that this live broadcast did not achieve the expected results, and it also caused a lawsuit, if the outside world questioned that the collections of the Historical Museum were fakes, it would not be as simple as fluctuations in the market, it would cause a tsunami-like disaster.

Fooling the world, this hat is a bit big.