Chapter 52

In the open space at the site, the sound of the surrounding engineering team construction is particularly loud at this moment.

Ren Nanbei's eyes widened, staring directly at the "Xuantian Map" in front of him.

Even he didn't want to believe that a stinky dick like Zhang Chongli could get such a famous painting.

But the verification again and again is like a slap in the face, making him helpless to accept this reality.

"By ...... Why?! Ren Nanbei muttered in a low voice.

Ren Nanbei spent decades and countless efforts and money to collect an entire room of calligraphy, painting and antiques.

However, compared to the one-sixth of the "Xuantian Map" in front of me, the gap between these things is like the clouds in the sky and the mud on the ground.

And what's even more infuriating is that this precious "Xuantian Map" is in the hands of a dick who he completely despises.

This feeling is like the kung fu that I have practiced for decades, proficient in all kinds of southern fists and northern legs, and the top knives and clubs, although I do not boast of being invincible, but I am at least a generation of grandmasters.

As a result, as soon as he came out of the mountain, he didn't have time to pretend to be forced, and he was punched by a young man who didn't know martial arts at all.

It's not fair! God! You're so unfair.

At this moment, Ren Nanbei has begun to secretly complain about the injustice of God in his heart.

Just when everyone was still stunned, Zhang Chongli said to the director speechlessly: "I really don't like this thing, can you not put it in the villa." ”

The director was also confused by Zhang Chongli's operation at the moment, so he secretly reminded him in his ear: "Mr. Zhang, this "Xuantian Map" was asked for by Boss Qian with a lot of money back then. ”

"It's not a matter of money or money, the key is that this thing looks like a diaphragm." Zhang Chongli took a cigarette in his mouth and said helplessly: "Look at my whole body, which point can match this painting?" ”

The director looked Zhang Chongli up and down.

Messy hair that can be used as a bird's nest, dark circles that are so haggard that COS pandas don't need makeup, wearing a two-dimensional T-shirt printed with a paper man's wife, and a half-smoked cheap cigarette in his mouth.

At first glance, it looks like a complex of decadent dead houses and hooligans.

After reading Zhang Chongli's outfit, the director secretly glanced at the "Xuantian Map" beside him.

For a while, I only felt that what Zhang Chongli said was extremely right.

Such a top-notch painting that is full of artistic value and represents the connotation of Chinese culture cannot be said to be incompatible with Zhang Chongli's temperament, but can only be said to be incompatible.

Even the director felt that putting "Xuantian Tu" in the villa might cause feng shui problems and kill Mr. Zhang.

The director tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "Then what are you going to do?" ”

"What can I do, where did I come from, where did I go back," Zhang Chongli flicked the cigarette ash and continued: "I don't want to open my eyes every morning and see this kind of black and white thing, which will affect my mood." ”

The director was suddenly puzzled: "Before I came, Boss Qian had already made a special explanation." ”

"This painting is to thank you for the gift you gave to the young master to build the foundation before, and I also ask you to accept it."

Listening to the conversation between Zhang Chongli and the director, Ren Nanbei is a kind of teacher who is about to go crazy.

Damn, this kind of heirloom national treasure, people in the world can't ask for it, you still don't want it with a disgusted face?

This feeling is like seeing a scumbag who treats the goddess who can't be chased as chewing gum, and after chewing it off, he is still singing "Under Mount Fuji" in front of the goddess.

"Oh, isn't it just to help Qian Xiaopang build a foundation, what a big deal." Zhang Chongli smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I don't embarrass you, I'll go and tell your boss myself." ”

Zhang Chongli said, took out his mobile phone and called Qian Dashan.

"Brother Shanzi, you can take back the "Xuantian Map" you gave me." Zhang Chongli got straight to the point.

Qian Dashan was also stunned by Zhang Chongli's operation, and asked, "What's wrong?" Is it something you don't like? ”

Zhang Chongli replied directly: "It's a good thing, but to me, this thing is just a widow's sigh - it's useless." ”

"The most important thing is that things don't match my temperament."

For an old monster like Zhang Chongli, who has existed since the beginning of Hongmeng, if he likes antique calligraphy and painting, he will not have any treasured collectibles.

What's more, those artists frantically pursued Zhao Lingfeng, saying that he was a painting saint, and when they saw Zhao Lingfeng's statue, they couldn't wait to kneel down and knock one.

But in Zhang Chongli's eyes, Zhao Lingfeng is a stupid dick who is addicted to alcohol.

After drinking, he also likes to play and brag.

The key is that this guy is ugly and playful, and he listens to small songs, and he can order twenty or thirty girls in one breath.

If it weren't for the wine that went to Goolan back then, it was all the wine money paid by this guy, and Zhang Chongli would have kicked him in the old face.

Now Qian Dashan wants to put this stupid dick's painting in his living room, and every morning when he sees this painting, he can think of his ugly face, which must not drive Zhang Chongli crazy.

"Brother, I won't tell you anything." Qian Dashan said with a smile on the other end of the phone: "Big brother, I have a problem, that is, the things that are sent out will never be taken back. ”

"Since this painting has been given to you, if you ask your eldest brother to take it back, won't you be slapping me in the face?"

Qian Dashan began to play the scoundrel and said: "Anyway, the painting has already been handed over to you, how do you like to deal with it." ”

After that, before Zhang Chongli could refute it, Qian Dashan hung up the phone with lightning speed.

Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Zhang Chongli was depressed.

Feelings: Are the current local tyrants so generous? Hundreds of millions of heirlooms, if you give it to people, you will give it to people, and Lao Tzu will not be happy if he doesn't want it......

The voice of Zhang Chongli and Qian Dashan talking to each other could be heard clearly by Ren Nanbei on the side.

After listening to the conversation between the two, Ren Nanbei's eyes suddenly became lively, and he seemed to have thought of a good idea.

Ren Nanbei softened his tone for a while, approached Zhang Chongli with a kind smile, and cautiously tentatively said: "I said Mr. Zhang, do you really not plan to ask for this "Xuantian Map"? ”

Ren Nanbei's thoughts, how could Zhang Chongli not guess it, he must have seen that he was not interested in "Xuantian Tu", so he wanted to take the opportunity to pick up the leak.

Zhang Chongli glanced at Ren Nanbei coldly and said, "You die of this heart, even if I don't want this painting, I will never give it to you." ”

Although Zhang Chongli doesn't like these elegant antique relics, it doesn't mean that he is a dementia and can't understand the value of "Xuantian Tu".

For people like Ren Nanbei, no matter how much he spends, it will never be possible for him to get this painting from Zhang Chongli.

Without waiting for himself to speak, Zhang Chongli directly refused, Ren Nanbei was not angry, and the smile on his face became a little more earnest.

He pretended to be kind and continued, "Teacher Zhang, you misunderstood what I meant. ”

"A heirloom treasure like "Xuantian Map", even if you are really willing to give it to me, the old man will not dare to accept it."

"After all, this is a brilliant testimony of our Dahua civilization and the pinnacle of art appreciation, and anyone who owns it alone is a blasphemy against it."

Seeing that Ren Nanbei suddenly raised the idea of this painting, Zhang Chongli instantly smelled the smell of conspiracy.

He glanced at Ren Nanbei coldly, and asked calmly, "So what do you want me to do with this painting?" ”

Seeing that Zhang Chongli took the initiative to speak, Ren Nanbei finally showed his fox tail: "If you want me to say, you don't like this "Xuantian Map" anyway, otherwise you will donate it to the art museum of our Immortal Cultivation Academy, right?" ”

"In this way, you can reap the honor of our art museum, and also give our students the opportunity to observe this masterpiece and appreciate the pinnacle art of Dahua painting three thousand years ago."

As soon as Ren Nanbei said this, the teachers who were originally demented instantly understood his intentions and began to echo them.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, no one has the right to keep a treasure like this separately."

"If you donate it to our school's art gallery, that's a great achievement."

"When the time comes, it is estimated that those who come to us to observe the paintings will have to break the threshold of how to buy a school."

"Teacher Zhang, I didn't say that our school's art museum doesn't accept all collections, and the honor of donating collections is hard to come by."

Ren Nanbei's operation, the idea is actually very simple.

Using the method of moral kidnapping and PUA, Zhang Chongli donated "Xuantian Tu" to the school's art museum.

If Zhang Chongli is unwilling, it will be a desecration of art, that is, it will not consider the honor of the collective or the school.

If Zhang Chongli was really stupid to hand over "Xuantian Tu", it would be in the hands of Ren Nanbei.

With Ren Nanbei's influence in the school, it is not difficult to take possession of "Xuantian Tu" after stealing beams and changing pillars.

At that time, Zhang Chongli will be given a pennant and a bonus casually, and Ren Nanbei will be able to take the heirloom masterpieces worth hundreds of millions of dollars home for collection.

Seeing that Ren Nanbei's abacus was so bad that the beads were about to fall to the ground, how could Zhang Chongli not guess these little Jiujiu in his heart.

Zhang Chongli sneered and said: "I said that you still die of this heart, why do I have to donate something I don't like to the school?" ”

Seeing Zhang Chongli's refusal again, Ren Nanbei instantly began the moral kidnapping of Zhang Chongli.

"Teacher Zhang, you don't like this painting yourself anyway, and the "Xuantian Map" can't play any role in your hands."

"It's better to put it in an art museum, that's where it should be."

"Isn't it too selfish for you to dislike and not want to let go?"

Obviously it is his own thing, and if he is unwilling to donate it, he will be said to be selfish by Ren Nanbei, and Zhang Chongli is laughed at by this kind of bandit logic.

He shook his head with a smile and said, "I said old thing, did you go out in the morning and didn't drink water, and the blood clot was too thick to block your brain?" ”

"This painting is Lao Tzu's own thing, and Lao Tzu's unwillingness to donate is selfish?"

Ren Nanbei said with a reasonable face: "Of course, this is the most selfish performance!" ”

"If you think about it, "Xuantian Tu" is a work at the peak of painting, and only by placing it in an art museum for people to enjoy can it give full play to its greatest artistic value!"

"Anyone who wants to monopolize it is the greatest selfishness to the whole world!"

Ren Nanbei's impassioned speech attracted applause from everyone.

It seems that as long as Zhang Chongli is unwilling to hand over the painting, he will be a sinner in the whole world.

Zhang Chongli was also so angry by the operation of this group of fools that he hurriedly lit a cigarette to suppress the shock.

"In other words, you want to get the most out of this thing, right?" Zhang Chongli took a deep puff of cigarette and stepped forward to take the painting in his hand.

"That's nature, let you donate your paintings to the art museum, naturally it's to promote my Dahua art!" Ren Nanbei said righteously.

"I do agree with what you say." Zhang Chongli nodded slightly at Ren Nanbei and said, "I don't understand this thing, but this painting is so expensive after all, if you don't give full play to some artistic value, it's really a bit of a waste." ”

Seeing that Zhang Chongli seemed to have the meaning of relieving, Ren Nanbei was excited in his heart, and his blood was boiling at this moment, as if he felt that the dream painting was within reach.

"Teacher Zhang really understands the righteousness!" Ren Nanbei smiled a flower on his face, and hurriedly gave Zhang Chongli a thumbs up.

"Don't be in a hurry to praise me." Zhang Chongli smiled, slowly opened the frame of "Xuantian Tu", and pulled the satin painting out of it.

Today, Ren Nanbei seems to have decided that this painting is in his pocket.

Seeing this action, Ren Nanbei was both excited and distressed, and scolded Zhang Chongli in his heart.

Brutes! How can you just take out the painting with your hands! Wouldn't it be nice if you just put it in a framed frame and send it over? If you hurt Lao Tzu's painting, can you afford it?

"I'll ask you a question first." Zhang Chongli took the painting and smiled at Ren Nanbei.

"What's the problem, Brother Zhang, just say it!"

As long as Zhang Chongli can give this painting to himself, let alone ask questions, even if Zhang Chongli wants to be accompanied by his mother in the north and south, he will not hesitate to carry the Luoyang shovel to Beishan and throw the old lady out.

"Do you know anything that has more artistic value than Xuantian Tu?"

Ren Nanbei thought for a moment, and didn't know how to answer for a while, so he had to bow his hand to Zhang Chongli and said, "Please also ask Teacher Zhang to give advice." ”

"It can give full play to its artistic value more than "Xuantian Tu"." The corners of Zhang Chongli's mouth raised a touch of arc: "Of course, it's the burning "Xuantian Map". ”

As he spoke, Zhang Chongli gently pressed the cigarette butt in his hand on the "Xuantian Map".