"Uncle, are you alright?" Zhang Yang asked with concern.

Although it doesn't sound like Uncle Shen's movements, it's the New Year, so it's okay to care.

"It's okay, it's okay, you continue."

When Uncle Shen spoke, his voice changed significantly, as if he was going to hold a stool.

Then came the sound of another person's heavy breathing from the earphones, and Zhang Yang could imagine that the person who answered the phone should be very emotional.

"Zhang Yang, huh?" It was a woman with a crisp voice who spoke.

"Yes, I'm Zhang Yang. Who are you? ”

"I'm two years older than you, and you call me ...... Sister Zhao is fine. The woman replied a little stuck.

Sister Zhao? So coincidentally and Lao Zhao have the same surname?

But isn't Lao Zhao's surname made up?

However, Uncle Shen didn't avoid this woman on the phone with him just now, so she heard the top secret......

Zhang Yang guessed that she should be Lao Zhao's relative.

It seems that the relationship between the Zhao family and the Shen family is really close.

Zhang Yang feels that he has nothing to say to this Sister Zhao, and he can't say that he suspects that Lao Zhao is going to prison, right?

So he simply responded: "Hello, Sister Zhao." ”

"Let's call Uncle Shen, I have something important to communicate with him."

"It's my second uncle's business, right? I'm his niece, so there's no need to hide it. This woman named Sister Zhao took the initiative to reveal her identity.

"I don't know if Uncle Shen has told you the true identities of my father and my second uncle?"

"No, I'm just a treasure breaker, I don't need to know the identity of Bao You, no matter who it is, I treat everyone equally." Zhang Yang explained very professionally.

"That's true for you, but I have to make it clear, I'm actually ......"

The woman said a position, it turned out that she was the female version of Hou Liangping, although she was transferred, her responsibilities were still the same.

After listening to this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but show a playful expression on his face.

No wonder this Sister Zhao's reaction just now was so big, it turned out to be a misfortune for the family.

Is this a righteous attempt to kill relatives? That might have to be done by herself.

"Zhang Yang, or Director Zhang, my second uncle, is he still in your museum?" Sister Zhao asked.

"Yes, his bodyguards are too."

"I haven't finished reading anything yet, and I shouldn't be leaving for a while, if you arrest someone, arrange it as soon as possible."

Zhang Yang leaned his back against the wall, very relaxed.

It seems that he doesn't have to worry about this matter now, just waiting for this woman to say what to do.

If you catch it, Zhang Yang raises his hands to welcome;

If you want to show favoritism, then take Lao Zhao away.

"Okay, then please Curator Zhang, you can help stabilize him first, and I will find someone right now."

"Really caught?" Zhang Yang didn't expect the other party to answer so decisively.

Is this second uncle biological? It can't be picked up by her grandparents, right?

"Really arrested, in fact, he has long been within the scope of our investigation, but I am still a step late, so he troubles Uncle Shen......"

"Come, call me."

Uncle Shen interrupted Sister Zhao and took the initiative to take over the topic, and after he let out a sigh of relief, he told Zhang Yang on the phone:

"Don't be nervous, I only now know that Lao Zhao's bad breed has caused a big disaster, and now they will definitely enforce the law impartially."

"Wait a minute, you go out, call me a video, and I'll talk to him."

"Uncle Shen, don't ...... it"

Sister Zhao on the other end still wanted to persuade, but Uncle Shen couldn't help but say something, and hung up the phone directly, clearly wanting to take advantage of the relationship with Zhang Yang to cut first and then play.

This made Zhang Yang Bengbu stop, the two of them were acting over there, right, so would he make a video call or not?

Just when Zhang Yang was worried, there was a knock at the door.

"Xiao Zhang, are you okay?"

It was Lao Zhao who spoke.

He really wasn't as relaxed as he was in the room just now, and after only a few minutes, he couldn't hold back at all, and even ran to the door of the toilet to urge.

Zhang Yang hurriedly flushed the water, washed his hands, and opened the door by holding on to the wall.

"I'm sorry." He touched his stomach, "My stomach is a little uncomfortable, and the lunch at noon is too good, I am a little greedy and eaten." ”

"Oh, I'm afraid there's something wrong with you in there."

"No problem, it's just gluttony."

"Alright, let's go back then."

Lao Zhao felt that Zhang Yang's pause when he spoke was a little unnatural, as if he was pointing at him, but he had no evidence, because Zhang Yang's expression was the same as just now, and his tone was also very ordinary.

……

Back in the conference room, Lao Zhao wanted to appraise the calligraphy and painting first.

Because calligraphy and painting are generally more expensive.

Zhang Yang excused himself to be unwell and asked him to move the box by himself.

Taking advantage of the other party's efforts to open the box and get the painting, Zhang Yang inquired:

"Uncle Shen said, Uncle Zhao, you and he have a life-long friendship. Is it really that deep, or is my uncle exaggerating? ”

"It's not an exaggeration, we went to high school together back then......"

Speaking of his friendship with Uncle Shen, Lao Zhao was obviously interested, although the painting had been taken out, he didn't give it to Zhang Yang in his hand, but sat down directly and began to recall the eventful years in the past.

What kind of youth is actually the lack of morality that he and Uncle Shen did in Yanjing.

Like the young people in the pen of the Beijing-style writer Wang Su, skipping classes, picking up girls, and fighting in groups, they are not left behind......

Zhang Yang didn't bother Lao Zhao, he wasn't very interested in the rest of the antiques, anyway, he was dragging time and waiting for someone to come.

After listening to it, he also said with feeling: "I really envy you." ”

"If I had such a good brother, I would definitely maintain a lifelong friendship with him, and those betrayals, deceptions, or anything would never happen between us."

Lao Zhao: "......"

He tilted his head and looked at Zhang Yang, always feeling that Zhang Yang was still ordering him.

But there is really no evidence, because Zhang Yang has even taken the initiative to take the painting in his hand and start to identify it.

"Uncle Zhao also has research on calligraphy and painting?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

"No, I don't understand this aspect at all, a layman." Lao Zhao smiled innocently, "Basically, what someone else sends, I will evaluate whether he can help or not, and then decide whether to accept it or not." ”

"To tell the truth, if I accept calligraphy and paintings, in fact, I don't accept them, and things have to be done, it's just to give the other party a little psychological comfort and face."

"Oh, I know, that is, there is no conveyance of benefits." Zhang Yang helped explain.

"Yes, yes, that's what it means."

"Well, the painting is okay." Zhang Yang nodded.

If what Lao Zhao said is true, then these paintings and calligraphy are really not bribes, because an important condition for accepting bribes is to seek benefits for others.

Just accepting money and not doing things, in the case of not actively soliciting bribes, is indeed not bribery, and the accurate definition should be regarded as fraud.

However, tens of millions of porcelain have popped out just now, and now these paintings and calligraphy are useless even if they are clean.

"Uncle Zhao, the two of us are not outsiders, let me tell you the truth, my knowledge of this professional knowledge of calligraphy and painting is actually limited."

"You can only see the real thing." Zhang Yang said sincerely.

"That's enough." Lao Zhao comforted Zhang Yang and said, "If you can tell the truth from the fake, there are already more than 99% collectors." How is this painting? I'm listening. ”

"Haha, no, no, in fact, Uncle Zhao, your painting is quite famous."

"The author of this painting, Li Eel, is one of the Eight Monsters of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty, and he used to paint Kangxi in the palace painting workshop, so the level is very high."

"This painting was painted in the 14th year of Qianlong (1749), which is the work of his later years, during which his brushstrokes were relatively thick, and he was more inclined to freehand than the realism of his time in the palace......

"Xiao Zhang, I have to criticize you for two sentences, don't you know how to write and write? To be overly modest is to be proud. ”

"No, no, no, you listen to me first." Zhang Yang smiled slightly and told Lao Zhao, "The reason why I am so familiar with this painting is not because I understand it, but once, when I was attending an auction in Xiangjiang, I happened to encounter the auction of it. ”

"At that time, the transaction price seemed to be 250,000 yuan."

"When?"

"It wasn't even three years ago." Zhang Yang pretended to recall.

In fact, he had never seen this painting at all, but the item information was clearly written, this is an industrialist surnamed Xu, who took a photo at Sofubi in Xiangjiang, and then gave a small gift to Lao Zhao in the name of a birthday gift.

Interestingly, the boss surnamed Xu had an accident not long ago, and it is estimated that after a while, he will go in to step on the sewing machine.

I don't know if Lao Zhao will meet him in the workshop.

"That should be right." Lao Zhao had a strange expression on his face and muttered an explanation, "TMD, at that time, he told me that this painting was an ancestral heirloom, and asked me not to care about the price. ”

"I didn't expect to fool me with such a cheap painting."

Zhang Yang just didn't hear this, at that time last year, Boss Xu really had no money, and it was normal to fool around.

He pointed to the other boxes: "What other paintings and calligraphy, let's continue." ”

"Wait, I'll pick it."

Lao Zhao rarely picked up the collection, which had never been done before.

However, Zhang Yang looked at him, and felt a bit like he was looking for other paintings from Boss Xu to verify whether they were worthless.

He opened one box after another, and every time he found something wrong, he closed it and continued to search, and finally, he found a large painting scroll with a shaft length of about half a meter.

Zhang Yang actually wanted to ask if this painting was also given by Boss Xu, but seeing that Lao Zhao's expression was not quite right, he didn't talk much.

The scroll is unfolded, and it is a large vertical scroll Chinese painting with a length of one meter and a width of half a meter.

The painting depicts a heron standing on a stone at the water's edge, staring at the surface of the water with its head down, as if it is foraging, which is quite interesting and full of artistic conception.

At first glance, he is a master.

The inscription in the upper left corner reads: [The rain is nowhere to store the boat, and the cloud pavilion is in Fu. At this time, the south is already a map of Anhui Mountain.

The payment is [Bada Shanren].

One of the red seals below is also the standard "Bada Shanren" seal.

When Zhang Yang saw this payment, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Any questions?" Lao Zhao asked.

Zhang Yang didn't rush to answer, but raised his head and glanced at him first.

Finding that Lao Zhao's expression didn't look like pretending to be stupid, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the door.

When did the female Hou Liangping's people come?

The authentic products of the Bada Shanren have come out.

Wait a minute, let's come back to Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Zhang Daqian, will the people who come be unbearable.

You must know that in terms of value, Zhu Qi, a Bada Shanren, was the most famous master of Chinese painting in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and the transaction price of his works was not less than 20 million.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have become the favorite of the National Treasure Gang.

Appreciating his paintings, the main thing is to see the kind of Zen that is both a monk and a Confucian, and the one in front of him is obviously very well performed, and the age of the painting should be the work of Zhu Qi in his later years.

It's a top-notch masterpiece.

"Freehand abstraction, composition full of perspective and balance, Uncle Zhao's painting is indeed the true work of the Bada Shanren." Zhang Yang commented briefly.

"Are you sure it's true?"

"It's more real than real gold." Zhang Yang nodded heavily.

However, he did not give an offer, but carefully observed Lao Zhao's reaction.

Even the uncle of the National Treasure Gang should know how valuable the paintings of the Bada Shanren are, and this painting is worth all the treasures before.

In this case, Lao Zhao's attitude is very ambiguous.

Zhang Yang on his face, what he saw was tangled and painful, but there was no accident or curiosity.

So in fact, he knew that this was most likely genuine.

"Have you ever seen this painting at auction?" Lao Zhao asked lightly.

Zhang Yang shook his head indifferently.

In fact, he could see that this was also auctioned by Boss Xu at the auction in Xiangjiang, which was in 2015, and the transaction price at that time was 23.42 million.

At that time, it was worth this price, and now, it will at least double.

However, Zhang Yang was still in junior high school in 2015, so of course he couldn't say that he had seen it auctioned.

"It's normal if I haven't seen it, this painting has been in my hands since 16 years, and it was the first time I accepted a gift from someone else."

"I didn't expect to open a Pandora's box......"

Lao Zhao was just about to open his heart and talk about his mental journey with Zhang Yang, a junior, when a fierce quarrel suddenly came from the corridor.

Of course, the sharing of thoughts was interrupted.

Just when Zhang Yang was about to get up and take a look, a loud shout suddenly came:

"Don't move!"

There was an instant silence outside.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

Zhang Yang didn't rush to open the door, but glanced back at Lao Zhao.

I saw that Lao Zhao's face suddenly became a little pale, and his lips were trembling slightly, that is, he was still sensible, otherwise he should have been scared to pee.

"Who?" Zhang Yang asked out loud.

"Curator, it's me." It was Librarian He who spoke, "Someone is looking for you." ”

"Oh, here we are." Zhang Yang nodded, pointed to himself and said to Lao Zhao, "Look for me." ”

Lao Zhao nodded silently, and motioned Zhang Yang to open the door with his eyes.

He himself sat on the chair woodenly, and his legs should be weak.

"Click~", the door opened.

Before Zhang Yang could react, he saw two blue figures rushing in, and after looking at him, he found that the target was wrong, and walked straight to Lao Zhao not far away.

"Curator ......" Librarian He showed a bitter color outside the door, and there was a sense of déjà vu when he saw the bitter master.

He brought the people, and he thought that he had ruined the good deeds.

"It's okay, you're doing well." Zhang Yang smiled at him.

Seeing the uniforms of the visitors, he was already at ease.

The painting of the Bada Shanren was confiscated and arrested on the spot.

(End of chapter)