The vault was opened, but all the people present were people with status, although they were all anxious to see what Qin Wei had left behind, and they all wanted to use such a large vault, but they still gave up the first position to Gu Changjun. After Gu Changjun took the lead in entering the warehouse, they followed behind. But everyone didn't expect that after only two or three people entered, the door was blocked.

Immediately afterwards, the exclamations of Qin Zhihong, Qin Zhijun brothers, and the president of HSBC reached everyone's ears:

"Oh my God!"

"Uncle—"

……

"What's wrong?"

The exclamation made the people behind them more and more curious, and they squeezed inside. Then, the vault was never quiet again.

"Oh my God, did the old man move the Forbidden City here?"

"It's not the Forbidden City, it's the Louvre! Look at the painting...... That's Picasso! ”

"Van Gogh, it's Van Gogh! There are Van Gogh's works here...... "Wheat Field with Crows", "Sunflowers", isn't this a legend that has been lost? It turned out that it was hidden by the old man. ”

"The mountains are high and the waters are long, the objects are like tens of millions, and there is no old pen, but the strong can be poor. On the eighteenth, I went to the balcony to read, too white. …… This is Li Bai's real work! Li Taibai left the only ink treasure in the world! "Balcony Post"! Isn't this a legend that Zhang Boju collected? It's actually here! ”

"What is this? This, this...... Which of you can help me see, is this Su Shi, isn't it? ”

"'Since I came to Huangzhou, it has been three cold foods'? That's right, that's it. It's Su Shi, it's Su Dongpo's "Cold Food Post"! ”

There are no people who don't know how to do it, and even if they really don't know how to do it, they have more or less understanding. However, I saw all kinds of genuine paintings and calligraphy hanging in the entire vault. Everyone was in a dream. The area of the vault is three or four hundred square meters, more than three meters high, and the walls are already covered with all kinds of rare paintings and calligraphy, but this is not counted, because in the center of the warehouse, there are dozens of boxes squarely. It's as casually placed there as if it were a suitcase when moving. It's just that the suitcases are larger, each one is two meters long and more than one meter high. As you can imagine, there are many priceless treasures in it.

"Brother, that's what I said. Did you really find me? ”

Gu Changjun was so moved that he wanted to cry. He didn't expect that he had just told Qin Wei that it hadn't been long before this guy had really brought him so many antiques...... The only calligraphy left by Li Bai in the world, Su Shi's calligraphy, even has the works of Picasso and Van Gogh. Although these works are a little strange. For example, Van Gogh's "Sunflowers", he remembered when he seemed to have seen a news. Said it was auctioned in Europe. It's only been a few years, why was Qin Wei received this vault? And eight of them in one go? Although the amplitude seems to be different, isn't this too much? And Picasso's "The Boy with the Pipe", which I heard a few years ago sold for 200 million dollars at auction, why is it here? Could it be that foreigners are auctioning fakes?

"That, Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zheng." Gu Changjun felt that he should find someone who knew how to ask. He looked around, Qin Zhijun and Qin Yiwei, father and daughter, were the most familiar with him, but unfortunately these two also liked to kill the most familiar, so don't ask. In addition to these two father and daughter, the closest to him is the boss of HSBC. HSBC has always had a good reputation, and this president should be more trustworthy. So, he slowly leaned over: "Mr. Zheng, that ......"

"What?" The old man, who had been kind since they met, turned his head and glared at him directly, "Don't get in the way of me appreciating art!" ”

"W-What kind of artwork is this?" Gu Changjun glanced at the painting that the old man was admiring, a horse with curly mane and super fat buttocks, and he had to pretend to be a long, hissing four-hoofed mammal, and pouted, "This is a horse?" ”

"How can it be?" The old man was furious, "This is "Illuminating the Night White"! Han Wei's heirloom treasures. It is rumored that it was sold to the British by the antique dealer Xiao Huchen before World War II, but he didn't want to be taken back by Mr. Qin...... If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! ”

"Is this the real thing?" Gu Changjun was unfortunate and asked again.

"You, you...... Get out—"

"Damn!"

He was actually driven away. Didn't you just ask if it was true? As for this? Lao Tzu is a customer of your bank. Gu Changjun was very dissatisfied with Old Man Zheng's attitude, but after all, he still didn't dare to talk back to the old guy who was in a state of frenzy...... Isn't it just a painting, as for falling into a state of madness all of a sudden? Are you an orc or a Beamon?

"What is the relationship between the old man and your family?" Qin Zhijun didn't know when Lu Dao jumped to Gu Changjun's side again, and he looked like he was gritting his teeth: "Do you know the value of these things?" What does he leave for you? ”

"I, I, this ......" Gu Changjun shook his head, he was indeed a little embarrassed. Although he doesn't know how to do it, he also understands that the treasures in this library add up to more than just a priceless price. Not to mention anything else, it is Li Bai's "Balcony Post", if it is known by the relevant departments, I am afraid that it will not be allowed to go abroad. Picasso's "Boy with a Pipe", which was originally sold for more than $200 million in the news, is now being sold, and as long as the news is released, he is sure that countless European and American collectors and museum agents will rush to him like rabies...... No wonder Qin Zhijun is so angry and unwilling, if he is left alone, I am afraid that he will have the intention of killing: "I, I have a good relationship with your old man!" ”

"Good uncle!" Qin Zhijun scolded directly, ignoring the demeanor of an ambassadorial-level diplomat, "I am a grandson of the old man and have a better relationship, why doesn't he leave it to me?" ”

"I don't know much about this......" Gu Changjun looked at him with ill will, "Perhaps, you are not your seed?" ”

"Say it again, believe it or not, I can't let you get out of this library?" Qin Zhijun said fiercely.

"Just kidding. With such an adult, I don't have any sense of humor. Gu Changjun shuddered and hurriedly flashed to the side. The Qin family is estimated to be eager to cramp and skin him now, so it's better not to be too arrogant. Moreover, just these treasures hanging outside have already made the eyes of people of the level of Qin Zhijun and Mr. Zheng of HSBC Bank redden, which were hidden in the box by Qin Wei......

Gu Changjun licked his tongue and walked to the purple wooden box in the middle. Lift the lid.

"Qi Baishi?"

Mr. Zheng's head suddenly stretched out from behind Gu Changjun, and as a result, his heart was beating suddenly.

"I said Mr. Zheng, don't bring this, you don't want to appreciate your white horse, why are you running behind me?" Gu Changjun covered his heart and couldn't stop complaining.

"Don't be weird, don't be weird, it's just too curious." Mr. Zheng didn't seem to remember that he had reprimanded Gu Changjun with the word "roll", and he seemed to have forgotten who the things in the library belonged to, so he actually bent down and took out a stack of picture scrolls from the box. No wonder he was curious. These scrolls are strange. Because they weren't rolled up and received in a paper tube like many famous paintings do. Instead, it is spread out flatly, stacked one by one into a thick stack, and then bundled with a few strings, which is very reminiscent of a stack of various certificates......

"Even Qi Baishi's works are not that valuable. You don't have to treat it that way. No matter how you say it, you're a master. ”

Mr. Zheng was obviously a little dissatisfied. He has several masterpieces of Qi Baishi in his house, and he often plays with them in his spare time. Although there are other "authors" in this room. For example, Li Bai, Su Shi, Van Gogh, Picasso, Gauguin or something. It seems that they are more famous than Qi Baishi, and their works are more valuable, but no matter how you say that Qi Baishi is also a master of modern painting, in a thousand years, it is not necessarily worse than whom. But the works of such a master are bundled like those certificates...... In other words, anyone will be upset with Shiraishi.

"Qi Baishi still has an English signature?" Gu Changjun couldn't see what these works had to do with Qi Baishi, he was a little strange about what English was on the corners of these paintings...... It is said that the masters of the Republic of China period were erudite and talented. Painting is a master, and he can even write a word in English, and he writes quite beautifully. That's a lot better than him.

"Well, it's not English." Mr. Zheng's attention was attracted to the corner by him. The old man looked at it carefully, let out a sigh of relief, and put the things back in the box, "Young man, this is Spanish. It's Picasso's autograph! ”

"Huh?" Gu Changjun was stunned, "Picasso signed Qi Baishi's painting?" ”

"This is a copy of Picasso's work by Qi Baishi. No wonder I always feel weird when I look at it......" Mr. Zheng shook his head, and then sighed: "When I was talking to people about collecting earlier, I heard that in the fifties and sixties of the last century, Zhang Daqian visited Picasso three times when he went to Europe, but he was not received. But Zhang Daqian didn't stop until he reached his goal, and finally met him. The two talked about art, and Picasso took out a large bundle of works and said to Zhang Daqian: 'I don't dare to go to your China, because there is a Qi Baishi in China.' And none of the works he took out were his own paintings, they were all his copied works of Qi Baishi......"

"Really?" Gu Changjun felt that his head was a little wooden, "Picasso is much more powerful than Qi Baishi, right?" ”

"It's fame, not level." Mr. Zheng glared at him, "Otherwise, with Picasso's status as Taishan Beidou in the European art world at that time, why would he tout like this when Qi Baishi was not present?" Wouldn't it be better for him to exaggerate Daqian directly to his face? Anyway, he is a senior, and Zhang Daqian is also a famous Chinese artist in the world after all, people come all the way to visit you at home, and ask to see you three times, you Picasso put a big hat on Zhang Daqian and brag a little more, this is called 'politeness', also called 'cheering', and you will not make mistakes. But Qi Baishi is a third party, and he can't fight with Picasso, why should Picasso 'cheer' for him on such an occasion. Therefore, Picasso's praise of Qi Baishi's words is his heart, like a clean towel, without much moisture. ”

"Really?" Gu Changjun still couldn't believe it: "Their popularity is too far apart." ”

"What am I lying to you for? And who said that Qi Baishi's reputation was worse than that of Picasso? Mr. Zheng was obviously a little annoyed by Gu Changjun's words: "I remember that in 1956, the World Peace Council announced that the 1955 International Peace Prize would be awarded to Qi Baishi. Since then, Qi Baishi has become an artist who is on a par with Picasso in terms of international popularity, representing the two worlds of the East and the West. In the 60s, he was named one of the top ten cultural celebrities in the world! Is this called poor visibility? …… You young people, all you know all day are foreign countries. Look at Mr. Qin, Picasso's own paintings are placed outside, but his copy of Qi Baishi's works is kept inside, what is this? This is pride, pride! ”

"Yes, yes, he's proud. However, Qi Baishi also lost a lot. Gu Changjun sighed, "Picasso's painting is as little as tens of millions of dollars, and there are one or two hundred million more, how much is his old man's painting?" It's a big loss. ”

"The value of a work of art is not distinguished by its price." Qin Yiwei didn't know where the Dao came from, first disdainfully Gu Changjun, and then pulled out a flat black wooden box from behind him as if by magic, and smiled mysteriously at Gu Changjun: "Good thing, I found it from the box over there, my great-grandfather left it for you, do you want to see it?" (To be continued......)