Wang Zhao took out a large bunch of keys from the drawer, led the way in front, and Shao Bolin and Jiang Shan followed closely behind.

The Yanjing Painting Institute is a set of courtyard houses in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, with three rooms in the southeast, south, and northwest, and the gray bricks and green ground are very regular.

The group came to the door of one of the ear rooms, and when Wang Zhao opened the lock.

Shao Bolin was already starting to lose his patience, he glanced at the country beside him, and the two of them had the same joy in their eyes.

The door was pushed open from the outside in, and the room was crisp and refreshing, without any of the peculiar smells of imagination.

Wang Zhao pushed the window open, and the sunlight wrapped in floating dust immediately passed through the window.

The wooden boxes resting on the wooden shelves are wider than the wooden boxes with 38 big lids in Jiangshan's opinion.

The wooden boxes were opened one after another, and in each box were about 2 or 30 paintings.

All of them were removed.

"Oops!" When Shao Bolin saw these works, he was stunned!

"Be careful, be careful," he was half-squatting, and kept reminding Wang Zhao, who was a professional in action: "Be more careful." ”

At this time, Jiang Shan had already held his breath.

He knew in his heart that in this life, he might only have such a chance to have such an intimate contact with the master's whole box of masterpieces.

The works of Qi Lao in the box include flowers and blacks, insects and fish, landscapes, and figures, and most of the specifications are banners.

Each one is the pinnacle of creation, a peerless treasure.

It turned out that the collection of the Yanjing Painting Institute was the most satisfactory work when everyone was alive.

Many of these preserved paintings are in existence for the first time.

"It's all here, you take your time," Wang Zhao, a disciple of the Eight Banners, said slowly.

Sure enough, he has seen the world, and compared to the other three in the room, he is still the most calm.

Seeing that the other party didn't make a move, Wang Zhao smiled and said, "Let's see if there is anything you want." ”

It was as if they could take it away if they liked it.

Jiang Shan squatted down with a smile when he heard this, and at this moment Yu Sigui also raised his camera.

"Teacher Shao," Jiang Shan pointed to one of the boxes: "The flowers and birds are here." ”

Shao Bolin, who was originally not enough for two eyes, hurriedly moved a few steps towards him: "So many." ”

A box full of flowers and birds!

Jiang Shan helped Shao Bolin take out the paintings one by one, and after taking turns to sigh, he hurriedly took pictures and recorded them.

Mr. Shao's photographic work was meticulous and harsh, and he was busy until sunset, and then said goodbye to Wang Zhao of Yanjing Painting Institute in a thank you.

"This man is really interesting,"

Jiang Shan had never seen any Manchu relatives, but he only felt that this Comrade Wang had a high sense of serving the people.

"Yes," Shao Bolin also felt the same way, and the next second he thought of Jiangshan:

"I've been busy for a long time and I'm hungry, so I'll invite you to eat hot pot."

Jiang Shan's eyes were bright: "Okay!" Which one to eat? ”

Yu Sigui is afraid of spicy food: "I ...... I want to eat Bombing Dongjing. ”

"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Shan wants to hear it again.

Yu Sigui met his eyes, tilted his head and said word by word: "Bomb Dongjing." ”

"Oh," Shao Bolin smiled, "You know this dish too?" ”

"Hmm!" Yu Sigui smiled and gathered his light blue long coat, he had just spent almost two hundred in the department store.

Jiang Shan hadn't heard of it, he just wanted to eat hot pot this time.

But no one cares what he likes to eat.

The landlord Shao Bolin took two guests all the way to the Yanjing Hotel, which is located at the junction of Chang'an Avenue and Wangfujing.

The waiter in a navy blue coat in front of the hotel immediately stretched out his hand to stop them.

After stopping, Jiang Shan and Shao Bolin looked at Yu Sigui at the same time.

After Yu Sigui took out his passport, the navy blue coat opened the glass door for them.

The Yenching Hotel is one of the best in the present and in the future.

Walking on the light yellow wool carpet, Shao Bolin pointed in the direction of the banquet hall and introduced to Jiangshan:

"Your teacher Huang was in charge of the art design of this building back then, and he and Wu Guanzhong completed a "New Yangtze River Ten Thousand Miles" there."

Jiang Shan glanced around, but unfortunately some places in the hotel are not open to the public.

Having a passport doesn't work.

The three of them sat down in the restaurant, and the recipes as thick as a dictionary were held in Yu Sigui's hands with great interest.

Jiang Shan was hungry: "Bring me a bowl of fried noodles first!" ”

The waiter nodded and made a note of it.

Looking at Yu Sigui again, the more he looked at it, the more dizzy he became: "Excuse me, do you have a dish called bombing Dongjing?" ”

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "It's not called bombing Dongjing now." ”

"What's that called?"

"Thunder on the ground!"

"It's better to bomb Dongjing!"

The waiter had obviously seen the world: "Cheng, I'll help you write it down." ”

Jiangshan's fried sauce noodles are the fastest, and the tableware on the plate is exquisite.

But the most particular thing is the sauce!

The first bite of noodles is the most authentic, and the country is immersed in dry noodles.

Shao Bolin and Yu Sigui, who were at the same table, chatted with each other, but their focus was all in the direction of the country.

Just when they couldn't stand the torment, plate after plate of food was served.

After the last pot was put on the table, the waiter held a bowl in his hand and recited in his mouth: "Bomb Dongjing!" ”

Then pour the braised sea cucumber in the bowl on the pot.

Ahh

Yu Sigui leaned back: "Wow! ”

Jiang Shan couldn't help but laugh: "You haven't seen this?" ”

Yu Sigui shook his head: "I haven't seen it, it's quite fun to watch." ”

Shao Bolin, who was holding the chopsticks, hurriedly said when the aroma hit his nose: "This dish is not only fun but also delicious, try it!" ”

This meal is no worse than hot pot, and Jiang Shan estimated that Shao Bolin would have to spend two months' salary.

But I didn't think that the account would be returned to Yu Si.

This incident is troublesome, and the two big men are on the way out of the hotel, repeatedly making reviews.

"I ordered all these dishes," Yu Sigui thought it made sense: "And it's really delicious." ”

So, Jiang Shan hurriedly borrowed a ladder to go down to the room: "Next time I'll treat you to something better." ”

Yu Sigui nodded: "Just tomorrow!" ”

Shao Bolin, who was on the side, smiled and shook Jiang Shan's hand: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, can your newspaper really appeal for us about the Zodiac stamps?" ”

At this time, in Shao Bolin's view, the paper was still a very official matter.

"No problem," Jiang Shan almost assured MZX: "I will write the manuscript myself next month, and send you and Mr. Huang one copy each when the time comes." ”

"Thank you so much, Editor Jiang," Shao Bolin's heart was still tied to the monkey ticket: "I will also work my side." ”

When the two sides separated, it was already dark in Yanjing.

"Miss Yu," Jiang Shan stretched on the street: "Where are the two of us staying tonight?" ”

Yu Siguo began to miss the days at the Guangzhou-Zhou Painting Academy: "Can we live in the Yan-Jing Painting Academy tonight?" ”

"Hehe," Jiang Shan shook his head lightly: "I don't have that ability, or you can try it." ”

A cold wind blew, and Yu Sigui wrapped his coat tightly: "Comrade Xiaojiang, I'll go with you." ”

"Let's go," Jiang Shan had already thought about it: "I'll take you to a good place." ”

In the Yanjing TV guest house, Jiang Shan opened several letters of introduction before going out.

"One person, one room," Jiang Shan handed over the key: "Don't worry about anyone." ”

"You wait for me." Yu Sigui hummed a little song all the way and stepped on the stairs, without even looking at the country.

Jiang Shan smiled, and turned his face to find that the waitress was standing in the service desk looking at him.

Immediately explained: "My sister, I just came back from overseas. ”

"Oh~" Comrade waiter hurriedly smiled and nodded: "Your sister is so beautiful." ”

"It's okay!"

"Comrade, what do you need?"

Jiang Shan pointed to the payphone on the service desk: "I want to make a call." ”

I don't know if Zhou Yeming is still on the TV station this time, Jiang Shan dialed a phone call.

"Hey, I'm Zhou Yeming," a familiar voice came from the phone.

Jiang Shan was overjoyed: "Director Zhou, I am Jiangshan, I have come to Yanjing." ”

"Jiangshan," Zhou Yeming's voice was obviously full of surprise: "You have arrived?" I got a call from Lao Gu yesterday. ”

"I went to the Yanjing Painting Institute during the day and participated in the unpacking ceremony of Qi Laozang's paintings," Jiang Shan became more and more gasping the more he said: "I just came out of the Yanjing Hotel, and I thought I would call you quickly." ”

"Hehe, it's still you kid,"

At this time, Zhou Yeming was muttering to himself, Qi Lao Tibetan paintings? Unboxing ceremony? He didn't hear anything at all.

Jiang Shan continued on the phone: "I'm all stained with the light of an old artist, no, I have to ask you for help in case of trouble." ”

Zhou Yeming knew that he was a little comrade who couldn't hide his depths, but this Xiaojiang's popularity was really good:

"Xiao Jiang, you don't have to be polite to me, I've already prepared any Pierre Cardin tickets."

"Really," Jiang Shan was quite surprised: "I'm still worried that I'm too late." ”

After all, there was no trip to Yanjing originally.

"This ticket is really not good,"

Jiang Shan didn't mention it, and Zhou Yeming didn't know about it: "This is a fashion show organized by the Ministry of Light Industry, and it is not ...... to the public."

(End of chapter)