"Why is there such a big gap between people?"

"The reason why today's society has become like this is because there are too many people like Chu Jialiang and too few Gao Group!"

"Anyway, this national treasure has finally stayed in Huaxia..."

The exhibition hall was full of cheers, and not only that, but even the live broadcast room was a tribute to Gao's Group.

"Gao's Group is so powerful!"

"Why haven't I heard of this group?"

"Overseas companies, headquartered on Hong Kong Island, don't know much, but after this incident, I think Gao's Group should have made a reputation..."

"Gao's Group... Did Cao Gongzi talk about this company some time ago, it doesn't seem to be a good company! ”

"The first pot of gold of the capitalists must be dirty, what is good or not, in fact, it is all like a bird!"

"Whether it's good or not, now it has welcomed back a national treasure for my Huaxia, this is a great grace!"

The discussion in the live broadcast room and the cheers around Chu Ang turned a deaf ear, but instead observed Tang Sancai with wide eyes.

It's just that with just his eyes, he really can't tell if this thing is a fake or not.

You must know that since the discovery of Tang Sancai at the beginning of the last century, it has attracted the attention of the Chinese and world art circles.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, the world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit, so Tang Sancai imitations also came into being.

Batches of three-color ware that are difficult to distinguish between real and fake, after being old, they continue to appear in the market, and collectors who are not deep in the road have repeatedly been tricked.

And the eyes are so vivid, Chu Ang didn't dare to draw conclusions easily.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a rapid gasp pulled Chu Ang's thoughts back to reality, and he turned to look, and found that there was a thin and gray-haired old man standing beside him.

The old man's eyes were sharp, and there was a fine light in the turbidity, as if he had been a soldier, and he had the temperament of a soldier all over his body, like a towering mountain, which made him daunting.

At this time, the old man was still holding a leaflet from the exhibition hall, which he clutched tightly, and his knuckles were already blue and white, and you could see how angry he was.

Chu Ang's strange scene, for some reason, he always felt that the old man's gaze was not on Tang Sancai, but on... own grandfather photo.

"Huhuhuhu..."The old man breathed rapidly, his voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time, "Mr. Chu... Mr. Chu! ”

The old man's tone was a little excited, but more like the joy of reunion between friends after a long absence.

Chu Ang looked at the old man in surprise, not only because of the overseas accent, but also because he listened to the old man's mouth... This man actually knew his grandfather.

"Chu Jialiang should be spurned for 10,000 years, contemporary Qin Hui!"

"That's it, Qin Hui of the Republic of China!"

Listening to the cheers of the people around him, the old man turned around abruptly, looking at the people around him who were dancing and immersed in joy, and a trace of sadness flashed in his old eyes.

“……”

Chu Ang was about to step forward to inquire about the situation, but the old man bowed his head and turned to leave, and the lonely figure made Chu Ang's heart sour, and he couldn't bear to bother anymore.

"That's it... Tang Sancai's matter matters! ”

Chu Ang shook his head, didn't think much about it, left the cheering crowd, found the staff of the exhibition hall, took out his work card for the Old Palace Museum, and at the same time stated his request.

"Do you want to inspect that Tang Sancai with your own hands?"

After a while, a man in a kimono in his fifties walked over and asked, "Why do you have such an idea?" ”

Seeing that the person who came was actually a Dongying person, Chu Ang raised his eyebrows, but considering the important matter, he didn't say much, and immediately said his reason, "Mr. Chu Jialiang is a strange person in the Republic of China, and he was also a very famous person back then, I don't believe that he would smuggle national treasures and sell them during the war..."

"Hah..."

The man in the kimono sneered, "So that's the reason..."

"Then I can tell you bluntly that this thing was sold to my father by Chu Jialiang... And not only this Tang Sancai, but also a landscape painting of Dong Qichang in the Ming Dynasty! ”

"What kind of fame and fame, you Chinese people are a group of soft-footed shrimp in your bones, only the price is reasonable, there is nothing that cannot be sold..."

The kimono man's tone was rather disdainful.

"Damn, this Dongying person is so angry, anchor, you slap him twice!"

"How many treasures did Chu Jialiang sell to Dongying..."

"Actually... I feel that what this Dongying person said is right, the mouth is a doctrine, and the back is a business, there are too many such people! ”

The crowd in the live broadcast room was furious.

"......" Chu Ang frowned.

As if seeing Chu Ang's strange appearance, the man in the kimono sneered, "You don't believe my words? Okay, I'll convince you..."

The man in the kimono looked at the staff beside him, "Go, bring the Dong Qichang calligraphy and painting in my room..."

"Yes!" The staff nodded, and then turned to leave.

After a while, a copy of Dong Qichang's "Mountain Dwelling Map" was presented in front of Chu Ang.

The autumn scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the mangrove smoke and mountains, the pen and ink are lush, clumsy and beautiful, quite extraordinary.

Chu Ang looked at it repeatedly, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

The corners of the kimono man's mouth rose, "There is also a voucher for Chu Jialiang's business here!" ”

Chu Ang looked up and found that it was his grandfather's handwriting.

The man in the kimono seemed to have eaten Chu Ang, "There is no hope for a spineless nation, and your race should be ruled by our Yamato nation!" ”

“……”

Chu Ang's attention was on Dong Qichang's "Mountain Dwelling Map", and he didn't have time to listen to this little beast's nonsense.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't believe that this painting was genuine!

But... Chu Ang repeatedly measured, but he couldn't find a flaw!

Whether it is the year of rice paper, or Dong Qichang's payment, or Dong Qichang's unique painting style, all show that this thing is Dong Qichang's true handiwork.

"The book is not Xuanzai, the painting is not prosperous, this painting is my father Hojo Ichiro's favorite thing during his lifetime..."The kimono man said proudly, "It didn't cost much to buy it back from Chu Jialiang back then, but now it is a sky-high price, some time ago at the Guardian Auction House, Dong Qichang's handwritten ink on paper 29.5×22.5cm×2074, but it was auctioned for nearly 80 million!" ”

"Hojo Ichiro..."Chu Ang whispered to himself, "Hojo Ichiro, it sounds a little familiar..."

"Huh?"

Familiar memories emerged, Chu Ang's pupils shrank, and then blurted out, "Idiot Hojo Ichiro? ”

"What did you say?" The man in the kimono stared at Chu Ang angrily.

"Uh...," Chu Ang also looked embarrassed, "I didn't say that... It's my grandfather... Harm, far away! ”

Chu Ang immediately changed his expression, and the disgusting face just now became less disgusting, "Ling Zun was the brigade commander of the Osaka Division before his death?" ”

"How do you know?" The man in the kimono turned unnatural.

(End of chapter)