"Makes sense." He Dingxian said with a smile: "With the style of Taibo breaking the bowl today, soaking the painting tomorrow, and burning the book the day after tomorrow." ”

"Anything can be fake."

Qiu De said: "Others will settle the account." ”

He Dingxian sneered: "If it is stolen every few days, do you modify the inventory catalog?" ”

Qiu De shook his head even more: "Alas, no matter how thick Taibo is, if they play like this, it will be in vain in a few decades." ”

Taibo lost cultural relics, and damaged cultural relics not once or twice.

In those years, the national treasures transported by train from Nanjing to Xiamen wharf were each a rare treasure and passed down from generation to generation. Quietly wandered overseas and lost a trace, whose loss is it?

It's not a loss of a family and a surname, it's a loss of the country and the nation!

"During World War II, Beiping was in an emergency, and the cultural relics were counted on the basis of merit, transported to the mountain city of the capital of the city, and then operated to Nanjing, and finally to Taiwan Island." He Dingxian recalled history: "It is said that there are more than one million precious cultural relics on Taiwan Island, including the complete "Siku Quanshu", as well as a large number of government documents of the former Qing Dynasty, letters from celebrities, and more than 20,000 pieces of oracle bone inscriptions, inscriptions from the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, and all kinds of royal treasures. ”

"But at the beginning of the year, when Taibo completed the inventory of the collection, it only counted 698,000 cultural relics, and a large number of cultural relics were lost in the war."

Qiu De nodded: "Due to too many cultural relics, after the move to the south, the Taiwan side established the Taiwan Expo Office and put the collection in the Beigou warehouse for inventory, and at that time, there were more than 4,000 boxes of cultural relics removed from the ship alone. ”

"It took six years to count it, and as for whether it's one million or six hundred and ninety-thousand, we don't count, they say it!"

He Dingxian laughed: "According to their style, it will be difficult to start after counting the cultural relics this year, no wonder, to ship in a hurry, it seems that it is not only as simple as the power struggle of the Secret Bureau, but also to rush to do a few more votes." ”

"These cultural relics sent out will definitely not appear on the list of cultural relics in Taibo, and in the future, donations and auctions can be clean, and they are directly claimed to have been lost overseas during the war and auctioned back at sky-high prices."

Qiu De smiled even more: "They wipe their butts, we make a lot of money, big boss, it seems to be quite good." ”

"Put this "Sunny Post When the Snow is Fast" down."

He Dingxian pointed to the table: "In two days, invite a master to frame the post, and when a work of art is hung on the wall, when Ahua learns Mandarin in the future, he can also practice writing according to the post." ”

The original "Clear Post When the Snow is Fast" is only 23 centimeters long and 18.4 cm wide, but the literati and ink writers of the past dynasties, the emperor's ministers printed on the back, resulting in a lot of ink and paper pasted on the back, among which there is also a Qing Dynasty painter Dong Bangda according to the words in the letter, the calligraphy gesture of the painting "Fast Snow When the Clear Picture" is pasted on the back.

The whole volume is actually a combination of calligraphy and painting, full of seals, and many references.

Qianlong alone mentioned that there are "miraculous skills", "dragon jumping over the gate of heaven, tiger leaping phoenix pavilion", "unparalleled in the world, ancient and modern are rare" and so on. According to historical records, this is Qianlong's favorite calligraphy and painting, and he mentioned it seventy-one times in his life.

The so-called Tiba is actually the ancients who wrote "comments" after calligraphy and paintings, using the original as a platform carrier to leave their comments to future generations. By the way, you can also show your calligraphy level and artistic level.

In the name of the true handiwork of the sage, but anyone who can leave a mention on it is a famous person of a certain generation.

Dong Bangda's paintings were also summoned by Qianlong and made a special trip to the palace to paint the book.

"Qianlong, this old bone, is not much at the level, relying on his identity to work all kinds of ink treasures and authentic works." He Dingxian glanced at the paintings, and for people who have no artistic aesthetics, the real works are not as eye-catching as those paintings, and even have been overshadowed by the paintings.

There are a bunch of seals in the corner, especially the most dogskin plaster in Sanxitang.

The imperial study room of Qianlong's old bones in "Sanxi Hall" is taken from the Northern Song Dynasty Zhou Dunyi's "Tongshu Zhixue", "Shi Xixian, Xian Xisheng, and Shengxi Tian".

All collected paintings and calligraphy will be covered with plaster, and the words "Sanxitang" will be printed on it. Among them, Wang Xizhi's "Sunny Post when the Snow is Fast", Wang Xianzhi's "Mid-Autumn Post", and Wang Xun's "Boyuan Post" are the most popular among Qianlong, and the three posts are also called "Three Xi".

Qiu De said: "Okay, big boss. ”

"I'll go and ask the master to help frame it tomorrow."

He brought the name sticker to the big boss's house, originally wanting to hand over the real thing to the big boss. After all, the value of "Sunny Post When the Snow is Fast" is extraordinary, and it is the best way to have a post top 10,000 posts, and it is the best way to be in charge of the big boss himself.

As for whether the big boss wants to hang it, or to collect it and hide it.

Doesn't matter.

The big boss will never learn from Qianlong's crazy inscription on it, right?

"Brother Xian."

"There's a visit from the Secrecy Bureau." At this time, the lard boy stood at the door of the apartment and called softly. He Dingxian beckoned to the door and said loudly: "Come in!" ”

"Yes."

"Big boss." The lard boy wore a shirt, bowed and entered the door, and when he saw Qiu Degen, he nodded lightly to him, and then said: "The people from the Secret Bureau found the Oriental Group, handed over the documents, explained a word, and left." ”

"What?"

He Dingxian asked.

Qiu De got up and said goodbye and exited the room.

After the door was closed, the lard boy replied: "He said that the people on Taiwan Island will call you in the evening, hoping that you can give face." ”

"Haha."

He Dingxian said with a smile: "I want to give face to everything, treat me as a cheeky skin, and send my face out every day?" However, sooner or later, the phone calls of the Secret Bureau will have to be answered, and the people from the different Security Bureaus will negotiate with each other, so how can they eat the goods safely? ”

"Ah Tsai."

"Have you eaten?"

He spoke in a relaxed tone, and did not take the people of the Secret Bureau to heart. First of all, sooner or later, it is useless to worry too much, and if you can't talk about it, it's a big deal to expose the matter and donate all the cultural relics. When the time comes, the entire group of people involved in the Secrecy Bureau will die.

He Dingxian has goods and materials in his hands, and he has the initiative, and he is not afraid of making a big fuss. Because, he won't lose!

The people of the Secret Bureau lost their goods and broke them again.

Just having an accident with the new money in control will affect many people's pockets. After all, many Taiwanese bureaucrats have cooperated with Xinji, and it has to be said that smuggling cultural relics is indeed Xinji's biggest business, but it is not the only business.

The people in the Secret Bureau don't have anything to eat, so it's hard to smash all the pots, right? In order to cultivate a large community like Shin Kee on Hong Kong Island, in fact, in addition to power, timing is also very important. Now that Xiang Jia is down, there will immediately be other local associations, and there will be no people from Taiwan Island who will intervene again.

Of course, He Dingxian has more than 1,000 cultural relics in his hands, so he naturally doesn't want to hand them over in vain. Therefore, he also has to deal with the hypocrisy of the Secret Bureau, and strive to push all the people involved into the fire pit.

Lard Boy sat down with a smile, rubbed his hands and said, "I ate a few bites of pork chop rice casually in the company, Brother Xian, do you have anything to eat?" ”

"Anan, heat up the rest of the button meat and make a meat buckle set for Ah Zai." He Dingxian opened his mouth to command, Chu Yunnan immediately agreed, and quickly got the meal ready and served it to the table. Lard Boy smiled and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law." ”

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

"There's a cup of dried scallop and abalone soup, let's take it with rice." Chu Yunnan put a white soup cup on the table.

The lard boy nodded in thanks and buried himself in the rice.

He likes to eat oily meat with fat the most, and his mouth is full of oil, and he has a strong sense of happiness.

He Dingxian returned to the study, turned on a radio, and waited for the phone while reading a book.

"Welcome to the People's Radio, broadcast to Taiwan, it is now 7:30 p.m., according to the news sent back by Kinmen, two Taiwan soldiers fell into the sea and died during training this morning, and the officers and men on the front line suggested that the Taiwan soldiers first learn to swim in the swimming pool and practice their skills before going into battle."

He Dingxian was holding a Chaoshang internal magazine in his hand, and he was stunned when he heard the broadcast, and he always felt familiar.

"Ding, ding, ding."

"Ding, ding, ding."

The landline phone in the study rang.

He Dingxian picked up the phone, turned up the volume of the radio slightly with his hand, and asked aloud, "Hey, the side?" ”

"Hello, Mr. He, I'm Hu Linying from the Secret Bureau." Hu Linying sat in a small dark room, holding a phone in her hand, and her expression seemed to be a little excited. Du Changjiang sat next to him wearing headphones, holding a pen and paper in his hand to record the conversation between the two sides, and there was also a processing machine next to him, which could amplify the sound track and deal with noise.

His expression was completely opposite to Hu Linying, and as soon as he picked up the phone, he frowned and looked ugly.

"Secrecy?"

"Is there a Secrecy Bureau on Hong Kong Island?" He Dingxian's tone was calm, and he preached in a ven language.

Hu Linying replied: "We are the Secrecy Bureau of Taiwan Island, and we must also know from Qian Kou whether we can return the goods seized by the Marine Police, and I can ask Mr. He to come to Taiwan Island to do business together." Recently, a large number of factories are being built on Taiwan Island, and if you invest some casually, even if you don't start construction, you can make a lot of money by increasing the value of the land. ”

"The people who cooperate with our Secret Bureau will never be short of money, on the contrary, those who offend our Secret Bureau will have no place to spend the money."

He Dingxian nodded: "I believe." ”

"But Taiwan's Secrecy Bureau can't control Hong Kong Island, two questions, first, are you not afraid of causing a diplomatic incident when you shoot the Chinese superintendent of the Hong Kong government? This is the territory of the British, and secondly, I have a lot of people on Hong Kong Island, so I can play with you slowly, and you have to promise that you will not set foot on Taidao for the rest of your life, otherwise my brothers will be tempted to chop you as soon as you leave the island. ”

Hu Linying had expected his toughness, there was no anger in his heart, and his thoughts were deeply attracted by a voice: "Radio People's Radio broadcasts to Taiwan, and Radio People's Radio broadcasts to Taiwan to advise compatriots on the other side of the strait to return to the embrace of the motherland, relatives, wives, and children in their hometown, noodles, rice, and sorghum in their hometown."

"Hometown, waiting for you!"

Hu Linying turned his head and glanced at Du Changjiang, and the corners of his mouth showed a touch of bitterness.

"Give up the delusion of counteroffensive and admit the end of the era."

"Fight for the nation-state together!"

The radio is still broadcasting.

Hu Linying couldn't help but ask: "He sir, what is your identity?" ”

(End of chapter)