Seeing off Officer Hou, Zhang Xi'er sat down on the chair: "Renshan, thanks to you today, it's really troublesome!" ”

Wang Renshan smiled faintly: "It's a trivial matter, as soon as Officer Hou opened his mouth, I knew that he was stringing up with Zuo Ye to find trouble, you can't be soft when dealing with this kind of person, otherwise you will suffer endlessly." Besides, I'm telling the truth, it's not his turn to be a small policeman to spend money on gifts, why don't I buy the police chief? ”

"Alas, I still have to tell the proprietor that I can't do this shopkeeper's errand, and I was born to be a buddy." Zhang Xi'er looked sad.

Wang Renshan thought thoughtfully: "Shopkeeper, you have to give the owner a reminder, I don't know what kind of festival this Zuo Ye had with Rong Bao Zhai before, it seems that this time it is not good." ”

"I knew in the past, he colluded with the thief Kang Xiaoba to kidnap the owner, and was later sentenced to a heavy sentence, and now he has come out again somehow, but...... This Zuo Ye is now in his sixties, his hair and beard are white, I'm afraid he can't play with knives and guns, what can he do with Rong Baozhai as a bad old man? ”

Wang Renshan shook his head: "You can't take it lightly, I think this old guy has changed his path, he used to be a ticket kidnapper, but now he has learned the tricks of a Tianjin gangster, and he will play green skin when he comes up, this kind of person has to be careful." ”

Zhang Xi'er frowned: "According to what you say, I really have to say hello to the owner when I have time." ”

"Shopkeeper, Commander Du's matter can't be delayed, do you think it's good, let's set up a table in Cuixi Building, invite Bei Ziye and several leading figures in the calligraphy and painting world to have a meal, let them draw a few pictures, and help us respond to emergencies."

Zhang Xi'er thought for a moment: "This is a good idea, Renshan, don't delay, hurry up and arrange it." ”

Zhang Xi'er had to make decisions on the big and small things in Rong Bao Zhai, he was so busy that before he could say hello to Zhang Youlin, Zuo Ye came to find trouble again. That morning, it was the time for the shop to go up, Zuo Ye paced in all directions, swaggered and sat on the steps at the door of Rong Bao Zhai, he lit a cigarette, looked around, and took out a thick "Ma Leizi" from his arms, lit the cigarette in his hand without spare hands, only to hear the "bang", the "Ma Leizi" exploded, making an earth-shattering loud noise.

Zhang Xi'er was in the north room in the backyard of Rong Bao Zhai to plan the ledger, he was startled by the sound of firecrackers and jumped up, his face full of panic: "Mom, what's wrong?" Fighting? ”

Yun angrily rushed to the door: "Hey! What are you doing, how do you run to our door and set off cannons? ”

"You can't control this, I didn't put it in your Rong Bao Zhai, this is on the street, uncle, I am willing to play, this is called the New Year every day, who cares?" Zuo Ye looked like a scoundrel.

Two customers in long robes laughed and were about to go to Rong Bao Zhai, Zuo Ye took out a "hemp thunder" and lit it, after a loud noise, the two customers were too scared to enter.

Yun Sheng was so angry that he grabbed Zuo Ye: "I see that you are determined to smash Rong Bao Zhai's business, I will beat you......"

Zuo Ye took advantage of the situation and stretched his head forward: "Hit?" If you don't beat you, you're a grandson, uncle, I'm worried that I have nowhere to find a coffin book, I'm cost-effective, it's broken, Rong Bao Zhai has to support me; If you are killed, you kid will have to pay for his life. Hey! We're barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, boy, you do it. ”

Yun Sheng reluctantly let go of his hand: "You are really a scoundrel. ”

Zhang Xi'er walked out angrily: "I said Zuo Ye, you say, what are you going to do with the trouble these three times and five times?" ”

"Did I run to your Rong Bao Zhai to make trouble? Didn't you? Uncle, I want to celebrate the New Year every day, put a cannon fight on the street, and I didn't provoke anyone, right? Even the police can't control it here. Let's put it this way to you, if I'm happy to catch up with Ming'er, maybe I'll pick a dung bucket to set up a stall here to sell dung. ”

Zuo Ye sat down on the steps again, and Zhang Xi'er and Yun Sheng were helpless for a while. Seeing that a customer was about to enter the door, Zuo Ye lit a cannon again, and the customer was startled, and when he saw Zuo Ye's rogue appearance, he felt that he couldn't afford to provoke him, so he had to leave stupidly.

Zhang Xi'er sighed, took out two yuan and threw it over: "Master Zuo, you can take these two yuan to have a meal, don't make trouble here?" Count me in. ”

Zuo Ye put away the money and stood up: "Okay, I'll give the shopkeeper a face, and I'll be here today, but I have to make it clear, these two yuan, that is, I bought my time today, and I want to come again tomorrow, but I have to forget it, yes, the shopkeeper, I will see you back." ”

Zuo Ye staggered away, and Yun Sheng looked at his back angrily: "Shopkeeper, he has to come tomorrow if he can't keep it, what should we do with him?" ”

"At least he won't make trouble again today, tomorrow...... Let's find another way. Zhang Xi'er was very helpless, he looked around, "What about Renshan?" ”

"I'm going to Mr. Kim's house."

"When Renshan comes back, I have to discuss it with him."

When Wang Renshan knocked on the door of Jin Yinan, president of the Chinese Painting Research Association, Song Huairen was telling the story to President Jin in the living room of the Jin family: "...... Bei Ziye slept soundly, and before he could react to the noise, he saw that the thief had a scroll in his armpit, and he jumped out of the window with a 'whoosh', and disappeared into the vast night in an instant...... "Song Huairen vaguely heard a knock outside the door, and after a little distraction, the words stopped.

"Tell me, what did the thief steal?" Jin Yinan was a thin and dry old man, he listened attentively, and he was already fascinated by Song Huairen's story.

Song Huairen smiled mysteriously: "Bei Ziye hurriedly got off the ground, opened the box and saw it, and immediately collapsed to the ground - the thief stole his last valuable treasure - Li Cheng's "Lonely Mountain Far Away Map"! ”

"What? What did you say? Jin Yinan's eyes widened, and he didn't seem to believe his ears.

"Li Cheng's "Lonely Mountain Far Away"!" Song Huairen repeated it word by word.

Jin Yinan stood up "Teng", only to hear the sound of "dangchang", and the gold wire glasses on the bridge of his nose fell to the ground. Li? Is that a joke? This master is known as "the first person in the early Song Dynasty", is an outstanding landscape painter in the Northern Song Dynasty, "Lonely Mountain Yuanxiu Tu" is his pinnacle work, Jin Yinan has seen the record in "Xuanhe Painting", admired for a long time! He became excited, and kept pacing back and forth in the living room: "Xiao Song, what happened to this painting?" ”

Song Huairen bent down to pick up his glasses for Jin Yinan: "Do you know who the thief is?" ”

"Who?" Jin Yinan couldn't wait.

"I heard that it's the famous swallow Li San!"

"Ouch, that's a problem!" Jin Yinan was poured a scoop of cold water on his head, and sat on the sofa with his buttocks, ""The Lonely Mountain and the Far Grace" is in Li San's hands......"

Song Huairen smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Li San can't hold things in his hands, I guess I didn't even spend the night in Li San's hands, and sure enough, "Lonely Mountain Yuanxiutu" appeared in Liulichang the next day......"

Song Huairen was saying that on the festival, he led Wang Renshan in.

Jin Yinan came back to his senses: "This is ......" He obviously didn't remember Wang Renshan anymore.

"The king's shopkeeper of Rong Bao Zhai." Introduced by a person.

Song Huairen stood up: "Mr. Jin, let's settle that matter?" ”

"Let's just decide, we have a party on the fifteenth of this month, and you can go there then."

"Then thank you, you're busy, I'll go back first."

"Hey, that's ...... painting"

Song Huairen gave Jin Yinan a look: "It's already in my hands, keep it for you." ”

Jin Yinan understood: "Okay, keep it, you must keep it for me!" ”

Song Huairen said hello to Wang Renshan and went out.

Wang Renshan sat down opposite Jin Yinan: "Mr. Jin, you are a busy man." ”

Jin Yinan frowned: "Mr. Wang, have we met?" ”

"You noble people forget things, last time I was in Cuixi Building......"

Jin Yinan patted his head: "Oh, I remembered, yes, it's the second shopkeeper of Rong Bao Zhai, are you still here today for that?" ”

Wang Renshan nodded: "Yes, I don't know how Mr. Jin thinks about it?" ”

"Rong Bao Zhai pays attention to the works of contemporary painters, which is rare, and I think this move will definitely have a role in promoting the art scene in Beijing." Jin Yinan played an official tone.

"That's, that's, but if you really want to do this, you have to rely on Chairman Kim's strong support."

"No problem, I will definitely support it, hasn't Huiyuan Pavilion already started?"

"Huiyuan Pavilion is Huiyuan Pavilion, Rong Bao Zhai is not the same road as it, you see, your Chinese painting research association is not ......"

Jin Yinan suddenly remembered something, he stood up, took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "Shopkeeper Wang, I'm really sorry, I still have something to do today, so I won't accompany you much, as for the painting, I have made it clear to Xiao Song, you can discuss it with him." ”

Wang Renshan had no choice but to stand up knowingly: "Mr. Jin, then don't bother too much." ”

Coming out of Jin Yinan's house, Wang Renshan was sullen and discussed with Song Huairen? It's Huiyuan Pavilion is the oldest! It was still early, Wang Renshan went to the painter Chen Shizeng's house, retrieved the booked painting, he took a shortcut, and returned to Rong Bao Zhai through a forest behind Fayuan Temple.

Walking into the depths of the dense forest, I saw a man in white playing Tai Chi in the shade of green trees, his moves and styles, all like flowing clouds and water, opening and closing naturally, dynamic and static changes, rigidity and softness, as if integrated with all things in heaven and earth.

Wang Renshan took a closer look, isn't that the owner? He stood and admired it.

Zhang Youlin finished playing a set of closing momentum, and Wang Renshan greeted him: "Owner, I can open my eyes, I heard the old shopkeeper say that you can box, I really didn't expect you to fight so well, it's just amazing." ”

"How did you get here?"

"I went to Mr. Chen's house to pick up the painting and came back, passing by."

They chatted as they walked, and Zhang Youlin put on his coat: "How is Commander Du?" ”

"I am very satisfied this time, San Lang came over to order calligraphy and painting again yesterday afternoon."

"It's good to be satisfied, how is the painter getting in touch?"

Wang Renshan's expression became gloomy: "The owner, Huiyuan Pavilion and we want to go together." ”

"I heard from the shopkeeper that they started earlier than us."

"Song Huairen, a buddy of Huiyuan Pavilion, is not easy to deal with." After being silent for a moment, Wang Renshan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "If only I could dig Song Huairen over." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Youlin was stunned for a moment, "Does he mean this?" ”

"No, it's okay, we can find a way to let him have it."

Zhang Youlin waved his hand: "No, this kind of thing can't be forced." Renshan, do you know someone named Li Moyun? ”

Zhang Youlin has always wanted to find out Li Moyun's origin.

"Li Moyun?" Wang Renshan thought for a while and shook his head, "I haven't heard of it." ”

As soon as Wang Renshan returned to Rong Bao Zhai, Zhang Xi'er told him about Zuo Ye's troubles again, Zhang Xi'er frowned and said with a sad face: "Renshan, you still have to have an idea, anyway, I'm out of line, so I will rush Zuo Ye's age, so that you can't be shallow, we are serious businessmen, and we can't play with a gangster, that also makes people laugh, isn't it?" ”

"Hmph, this old bastard, he is wishing we would beat him, the bastards are like this, if you move him, he will lie to you." Yun gritted his teeth in anger.

"It's a really hard thing to do, and I'm going to have to think about it." Wang Renshan couldn't think of a way for a while.

Zhang Xi'er pondered: "No...... Just give him some money to raise? ”

Wang Renshan shook his head: "Absolutely not, what year is this a stop?" Besides, his appetite will grow bigger and bigger, and if you want me to say, this kind of person can't get used to it, and he has to solve the problem at once. Leave it alone, I'll figure it out. ”

While speaking, Song Xuan came from the post to send the poem, Yun Sheng and he put it on the counter together, Song Xuan sighed: "Hey! Don't say it, Song Huairen of Huiyuan Pavilion is enough to toss, three times five divided by two, and it is connected with those who paint. ”

Yun Sheng's mouth pouted: "Isn't it Song Huairen?" What can you toss, when I was a child, I cleaned the urine kang. ”

"What's wrong with the ondol? It doesn't prevent me from being able to do things when I grow up. ”

Hearing their conversation, Wang Renshan leaned over: "Yunsheng, Song Huairen urinated on the kang when he was a child, how did you know?" ”

Yun Sheng straightened up: "He has a little relationship with our family, and Song Huairen's aunt is my aunt." ”

"Look at this bend, do you usually have dealings?"

Yun Sheng shook his head: "There is nothing to do." ”

Song Xuan interjected: "In the future, I will come and go and learn something from others." ”

"What can you learn from him? That kid has a bad stomach. Yun Sheng's face was full of disdain.

"Yunsheng, don't say that, you are close to Song Huairen, touch his bottom." Wang Renshan whispered a few words to Yun Sheng like this, and Yun Sheng understood.

Song Huairen has been a little famous in Liulichang recently, with his qualifications and age, the prospects are very promising, he can't help but flutter, and he is not so inferior to Chen Fuqing, and sometimes dares to openly contradict him in front of other guys. What about Chen Fuqing? In view of the fact that Song Huairen has a lot of possibilities, he has to ignore him on the surface.

Song Huairen also found that Yunsheng, who never pinched him in his eyes, was unusually enthusiastic about himself these days, and he was also enthusiastic about himself. Song Huairen is not a vegetarian, he knows that Huiyuan Pavilion and Rong Bao Zhai are close to the market, and after weighing it in his heart, he immediately smelled the smell of it, and he didn't feel a burst of ecstasy in his heart. This opportunity, he Song Huairen can't let go of it no matter what.

At noon, Yun Sheng arrived at a small restaurant in Nancheng on time and asked for wine and food, but after half an hour, Song Huairen pretended to be in a hurry and rushed over.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you go?" Yun Sheng's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Song Huairen didn't say anything, just let out a long sigh: "Alas! ”

"You...... What's wrong? Yun Sheng thought he was in trouble.

Song Huairen frowned: "Aren't we just drinking today?" Don't mention the troubles! ”

"Yes, drink." Yun Sheng poured wine for Song Huairen.

After three glasses of wine, Song Huairen's face flushed slightly: "Yunsheng, we are relatives, I can tell you what else can I talk to, brother, I ...... Wretch! He raised his eyes and looked at Yun Sheng: "You are considered to have voted for the right door, Zhang Xi'er's ability is almost good, but he can be kind, plus the foundation laid by the old shopkeeper Zhuang Huchen for him, with the well-known brand of Rong Bao Zhai, you can support it with too much effort, what about you, you can be a solid person in this life." Song Huairen pointed at himself, "But what about me?" There's no blessing for you, this Chen Fuqing is really not a thing, his stomach is poisonously damaged, under his hands, alas! Song Huairen sighed again.

Yunsheng tentatively said: "Brother Huairen, if you think that you are staying in Huiyuan Pavilion, I will tell the shopkeeper, why don't you come to Rongbaozhai?" ”

Song Huairen was overjoyed in his heart, but he couldn't judge for a while whether this was Yun Sheng's casual remarks, or whether it represented Zhang Xi'er's intentions, so he remained silent, put down his chopsticks, and pretended to be frustrated: "It's all because I didn't have a long back eye, I offended Zhang Xi'er for Lan Ying's fake painting before, alas, it's all Li Moyun's ghost, and I don't know the bottom line, Zhang Xi'er will definitely think that I and Li Moyun teamed up to trap him, and I can't wash it even if I jump into the Yellow River." "Song Huairen had already calculated that he had to talk through Yun Sheng to push this matter away and completely remove the obstacles to entering Rong Bao Zhai.

Yun Sheng poured him wine again: "Our shopkeeper is not as careful as you think, and he usually praises you for what you can do." ”

"Zhang Xi'er praised me?" At this time, Song Huairen was simply overjoyed.

"Of course, how about I'll tell you?"

Yunsheng's words finally confirmed Song Huairen's judgment: Rong Baozhai was calling him. Rong Bao Zhai? That's where he Song Huairen thinks about it day and night! Song Huairen no longer pretended, he smiled: "Yunsheng, I've invited this meal!" ”

Zhang Youlin was worried about Shao Piaoping's help last time, and wanted to invite him to a meal to thank him in person, but he never heard back, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He came to the shop early in the morning, and Yun Sheng greeted him, so strange: "Boss, why are you so early?" ”

"Did you send my post to Mr. Shao?"

Yun Sheng nodded: "I sent it on the same day." ”

"Why didn't you reply?" Zhang Youlin pondered.

Wang Renshan put down the stack of rice paper in his hand and came over: "Yesterday, I heard a guest say that Mr. Shao has been hiding for a while. ”

Zhang Youlin sat down: "Who are you hiding?" ”

"Hide from Zhang Dashuai, I heard that a few days ago, Zhang Dashuai remitted 300,000 oceans to Mr. Shao from the Northeast, and asked Mr. Shao to say good things to him in the "Beijing Daily", Mr. Shao didn't say anything, and published it in the newspaper, with the title is: Zhang Zuolin paid 300,000 oceans to buy me, I don't want this kind of money, and I don't want to shoot me."

"Backbone!" Zhang Youlin admired.

"It's a pleat, Zhang Dashuai hates Mr. Shao, after Zhang Dashuai entered Beijing, he let people arrest Mr. Shao everywhere, and Mr. Shao hid when he got the letter."

"Oh, no wonder, don't worry about the treat for now, and when this gust of wind passes, I'll invite Mr. Shao."

"The owner, Yun Sheng has agreed with Song Huairen, he will come over in the past two days, and there will be no more business with us in the future!" Wang Renshan's face was full of joy.

Zhang Youlin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and was silent for a long time before he sighed: "Alas, it's strange that I can't live in Huiyuan Pavilion, Yunsheng, you go over and talk later, I'll invite Shopkeeper Chen to dinner in the evening." "Chen Fuqing is already the shopkeeper of Huiyuan Pavilion now.

"Owner, let's come, the posts are all written, and you can explain everything clearly to Chen Fuqing at the dinner table, don't worry." Wang Renshan put away his smile.

Chen Fuqing was angry, and Qian Xi, the big guy of Huiyuan Pavilion, hesitated for a long time before handing over the post.

Chen Fuqing looked at it, and became even more angry, he "snapped" and slammed the post on the table, his face was bruised.

Qian Xicai cautiously persuaded: "Shopkeeper, I advise you, let's go to this banquet at night, we have been door-to-door with Rong Bao Zhai for decades, and we can't turn our faces for Song Huairen." ”

"What kind of thing is he, Wang Renshan!" Chen Fuqing scolded loudly.

Qian Xicai hurriedly turned around and looked at the door: "You be quiet, let people hear, and then reach his ears when you turn around, he is now the second shopkeeper of Rong Bao Zhai." ”

"I just want people to pass this on to him!"

"Wang Er's shopkeeper is not a good master, in fact, Zhang Xi'er has become a listener, look at his way, and the old shopkeeper Zhuang Huchen are two different things."

"I don't understand, what is Song Huairen blindly mixed with Wang Renshan?"

Qian Xicai leaned in front of Chen Fuqing and lowered his voice: "You still don't understand this?" Who is not tempted to see the white flowers in the ocean? Rong Baozhai is still wealthy, no wonder Song Huairen didn't even beat him, and patted his buttocks. ”

Before leaving, Song Huairen said to Qian Xicai that Rong Bao Zhai spent a lot of money to hire him, otherwise he would not have left Huiyuan Pavilion, without mentioning that he had long been worried about Rong Bao Zhai.

Chen Fuqing picked up the paper cigarette on the table, and Qian Xi lit it for him: "Shopkeeper, let's not talk about this, there are still guests who want to order Mr. Jin's paintings." ”

Chen Fuqing waved his hand: "Let them find Rong Bao Zhai." ”

"Huairen told me before leaving, let's do ours, he does his, Rong Bao Zhai does not deal with Huiyuan Pavilion."

Chen Fuqing "snorted" from his nose: "That's what you said, if you think about it deeply, Song Huairen let Wang Renshan take it away, what else is there to do?" Doesn't that make people feel terrible? Chen Fuqing gritted his teeth again: "Wang Renshan, Wang Renshan, you can do it, this time I will make you happy first, let's ride a donkey and read the record book - let's see, this arrow revenge, I will revenge sooner or later!" ”

Hikaru Inoue Murakami, dressed in a kimono, was sitting thoughtfully cross-legged on his tatami mat. Hikaru Inoue is in his early thirties, taller and more burly than the average Japanese man, a graduate of the Imperial Japanese Army University and a member of the Sakanishi Rihachiro Agency, a Japanese spy organization in China. Inoue Muramitsu has Japanese imperial blood, and using this status as a cover, he quickly went in and out of various social situations soon after arriving in the capital, and easily made friends with the people he needed. Inoue Murakatsu raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and with some time left, he called out his assistant, Miss Edako, and asked her to make tea.

Zhizi is in his twenties, small and delicate, with a pair of bright eyes. She is also a member of the Sakanishi Rihachiro Agency, speaks fluent Chinese, and is publicly known as a translator for Hikaru Inoue. Edako is a master of the tea ceremony, having studied at the prestigious "Sato Senya" in Japan, and her movements of making and brewing tea have a dance-like rhythm and ethereal beauty, which makes Inoue-kun very intoxicated. However, Miss Edako did not adhere to the essence of the tea ceremony of "harmony, respect, purity, and silence" advocated by the founder of the "Sato Senya", and when she presented Inoue Muramitsu with a fragrant tea soup on both hands, she asked a question that was extremely inconsistent with the tea ceremony: "I heard that Wu Peifu and Sun Chuanfang have been defeated, is the news reliable?" ”

Inoue Muramitsu took the tea cup with both hands, sniffed it deeply in front of his nose, took a small sip, and experienced the long throat rhyme of the tea soup before slowly replying: "The Northern Expeditionary Army is fierce, it has occupied the three towns of Fuzhou and Wuhan, Nanchang and Jiujiang, and is driving all the way to the north, Feng Yuxiang also joined the Northern Expeditionary Army and controlled the Shaanxi and Gansu regions in the northwest, and the situation in Beijing will change in a short time." ”

Zhizi frowned slightly: "Then what should we do?" ”

"Hold your ground for now."

Zhizi wanted to ask something more, but Inoue Murakatsu stopped her with a gesture: "Miss, we won't discuss the political situation in China now. ”

Zhizi looked a little disappointed, and after a moment of contemplation, she continued with the tea in her hand. After drinking a few cups of tea, Inoue Mura Mitsuri put down the teacup and straightened his sitting posture: "We have to admit that Chinese culture is indeed broad and profound, especially ancient China, which once created a splendid civilization, but that was only in the past, and now, this ancient empire has long since decayed, and we don't even want to call it China." The 19th century was a watershed moment, before ancient China and after that it was present-day China, and Mr. Kenji Dohihara told me that for us in the Japanese Empire, the value of China lies in its vast living space and resources. At the time, Takayoshi Tanaka interjected that Chinese antiques, calligraphy and paintings are also a potentially important resource, and their value will become more precious over time. Inoue Mura's eyes were fixed on the branches, and he said word by word: "Our other mission is to find these priceless treasures and possess them!" ”

Zhizi nodded: "Got it." ”

Inoue Muramitsu sighed: "History, like life, is here and there!" Back then, during the Eastern Han Dynasty of the Chinese, a king in Kitakyushu, Japan, sent an envoy to pay tribute to Emperor Guangwu, received a gold seal, and was canonized by Emperor Guangwu as the 'King of Han'. He was a little excited, and couldn't help but stand up, "By now, the former Japanese slaves have long since become masters, and I believe that in the near future, a large amount of China's resources and even this land may be assigned to the name of the Great Japanese Empire, how exciting it is!" Branches, antique calligraphy and paintings are non-renewable, these priceless treasures should no longer belong to the Chinese, the next step, we must work with the people of Jiahe Trading Company to try to find them, no matter what method is used, we must get them. ”

Zhizi looked at his watch and reminded softly: "Inoue-kun, we have to go to the opening ceremony of the art exhibition." ”

Inoue Murako stood up, let out a long breath, changed into a suit, and walked out of the house with Kodazo.

Zhang Youlin passed in front of the Soviet Embassy in Dongjiaomin Lane in a car, and saw Shao Piaoping and a gentleman of the same age as him coming out of it from a distance.

Zhang Youlin said to himself: "Mr. Shao came out of the embassy? Looks like it's fine. He said to the driver, Lao An: "Lao An, go back to the shop and ask the guy to rewrite a post and send it to Mr. Shao." ”

"What's on the post?"

Zhang Youlin thought for a while: "Just write, I will wait for Mr. Shao in Cuixi Building tomorrow night." ”

Lao An nodded: "Okay, I'll send you a place and go over." ”

When Zhang Youlin came to the exhibition hall, the opening ceremony of the "Sino-Japanese Painting Exhibition" was already in progress, and there were celebrities in the Beijing painting circles gathered here.

Behind Zhang Youlin is an energetic young man, known as Zhang Baye, who is the famous painter Zhang Daqian, who later became popular all over the country, but at that time, Zhang Youlin and Zhang Daqian did not know each other.

On the stage, Jin Yinan, president of the Chinese Painting Research Association, was giving an opening speech: "...... Since the Republic of China, there have been many schools in the painting world, and our Chinese Painting Research Association advocates taking the Song Dynasty Gongbi painting tradition as the authentic painting, and the Ming and Qing literati freehand painting as a separate school, copying a large number of masterpieces of the past dynasties, taking the ancient as the new and revitalizing the painting. This Sino-Japanese painting exhibition is a crystallization of our painting concept, which brings together the representative works of elites in the Chinese and Japanese painting circles, and everyone can feast their eyes! ”

The guests applauded warmly, and Jin Yinan looked at everyone with a smile: "The opening ceremony is over, please visit freely." ”

The guests chatted and watched in groups and two groups, Zhang Youlin was not easy to get together, he enjoyed it alone. At the end of the exhibition hall, Zhang Youlin was attracted by a painting by Huang Binhong, who paused to take a closer look at the painting, along with Mitsuru Inoue. Inoue Muramitsu, who had studied Chinese painting and could draw two strokes, examined the gentleman in front of him and decided to get to know him. Inoue Murakaru owed a debt and asked politely, "Sir, do you also like Mr. Huang's paintings?" Zhizi translated on the side.

Zhang Youlin smiled and nodded.

Inoue Muramitsu pointed to the painting: "You see, Mr. Huang's lines are sparse and concise, difficult and dignified, to tell you, I have been in a painting of Mr. Huang, but no matter how much I practice, I can't draw him like this." ”

"Mr. Huang has a habit of using the pen, when the new pen is activated, he does not melt it with water, but uses his teeth to bite the hard tip of the new pen, so that when it is dipped in ink and drawn, the lines that come out are different."

Inoue Murakaru didn't quite understand, and drew with his hand: "Use your teeth, bite the pen open?" ”

Zhang Youlin further explained: "If you don't make a pen, you can't absorb enough ink, you can't absorb the ink, you can't pull the lines away, how to use his pen, you can come out of the effect of the bald pen, which is what you just said, difficult and dignified." ”

Hikaru Inoue suddenly realized: "Oh...... I see! ”

"Mr. Huang paints, and he also likes to use Su ink."

"Sumo"? Inoue Muramitsu had never heard of it, he continued to consult Zhang Youlin, and Zhang Youlin talked eloquently: "Mr. Huang soaked the 'gold does not change' pine smoke ink in water until it was degummed and smelly, and then used the pen to absorb the water first, and then dipped it in ink to paint, this is the ink ink, after the water melts, the ink dots can still maintain the pen marks after the pen." ”

Inoue Mura Hikari listened, showed excitement, and bowed to Zhang Youlin: "Thank you for your advice, talk to you, it's better to read for ten years." ”

Zhang Youlin waved his hands: "You don't have to be polite. ”

Jin Yinan walked over and looked at the two with a smile: "You guys talked well." ”

Inoue Murakatsu hurriedly inquired: "Mr. Kim, I don't know who this gentleman is ...... yet"

"Mr. Inoue, the Beijing Liuli Factory, the famous Rong Bao Zhai, you always know, right?"

Inoue Mura Hikaru nodded: "Rong Bao Zhai has a long reputation, I have heard of it in Japan. ”

Jin Yinan pointed at Zhang Youlin: "This is the owner of Rong Bao Zhai, Mr. Zhang Youlin." ”

Inoue Murakatsu began to bow again: "Fortunately, fortunately, it turned out to be the owner of Rong Bao Zhai, no wonder there is such a learning." ”

Zhang Youlin modestly returned the salute: "You have won the award." ”

"This is a Japanese friend, Mr. Hikaru Inouemura." Jin Yinan leaned into Zhang Youlin's ear and looked very mysterious, "The emperor's relatives!" ”

"Mr. Zhang, tomorrow night, can we enjoy the light and dine together?" Hikaru Inoue sent out an invitation.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Inoue, I already have an appointment tomorrow night, can you change the time?"

Inoue Murako frowned slightly: "I'm going to Mukden the day after tomorrow, next time." ”

"It's really unfortunate that the next time Mr. Inoue goes to Beijing, I will invite you." Zhang Youlin pointed to the branch, "I also asked this young lady to be the translator." ”

"Thank you." Twigs smiled sweetly.

Inoue Murakami Hikaru and Zhang Youlin, even if they know each other.

Zhang Daqian went to see the flowers, hastily finished watching the exhibition, and went to Wang Renshan to drink. After the two of them drank heavily in the tavern, both of them were a little drunk, and Wang Renshan pointed at him: "Eighth Master, you have imitated Shi Tao's paintings recently, but they are much stronger than in the first few years, and it is difficult to distinguish between real and fake." ”

Zhang Daqian poured wine for Wang Renshan again: "Thanks to the praise of the shopkeeper Wang, the little brother will toast you again!" ”

"Eighth master, I can't drink anymore, I have something to do in the afternoon." Wang Renshan excused.

"What's the hurry, it's rare for our brothers to have a good time, drink, drink!" As he spoke, Zhang Daqian pushed the wine glass in front of Wang Renshan, "I haven't said anything about business yet." ”

"Do you have anything else to do?" Wang Renshan was slightly stunned, "Dare you to pull your brother to drink today, do you want to beg me to do something?" Then hurry up! ”

Zhang Daqian leaned in front of Wang Renshan: "I copied the paintings of Shi Tao and Bada Shanren, that is because I like it, and I will give them away, I heard that the painting dealers spent money to buy them and put them in a few shops in the Liuli Factory, and they sold well." ”

Wang Renshan smiled knowingly: "I have long known that these paintings are from the hands of the eighth master." ”

"Rong Bao Zhai is a famous shop in the capital, the younger brother admires for a long time, the little brother's antique work, it is no exaggeration to say that the quality is already superior, can you also enter the Rong Bao Zhai pending order?"

Wang Renshan was a little embarrassed: "After the Republic of China, although Rong Baozhai also sold celebrity calligraphy and paintings, but they are all genuine works, and they have never sold imitations, and it is estimated that the owner will not agree." ”

Listening to Wang Renshan's words, Zhang Daqian seemed very disappointed, he poured a full bottle of wine alone, and drank it all: "That is to say, the younger brother is so busy, and the eldest brother refuses to help?" ”

Wang Renshan frowned, thought for a moment and said: "So, I'll take you to Luo Zhenyu another day, Luo Ye is fun with this, let's let Luo Ye take a look at your imitation, and also try Luo Ye's eyesight, if your painting Luo Ye can't see the truth or falsehood, then I will mention the matter of hanging a pen list with the owner." ”

Zhang Daqian was overjoyed, and he arched his hand to Wang Renshan: "Big brother, thank you, I don't want to use fake paintings to deceive people, but if even the famous Luo Zhenyu looks away, it will still be fun." ”

The two agreed to visit Mr. Luo Zhenyu, a former Qing dynasty relic, scholar and collector, in the evening.

When Wang Renshan took Zhang Daqian to Luo's house, Inoue Mura Hikaru and Zhizi happened to be there, Inoue Mura Hikaru and Luo Zhenyu were old friends, and he came to resign.

In the living room, Luo Zhenyu stood up, took out a painting from the cabinet, and solemnly gave it to Inoue Muramitsu: "Mr. Inoue, give it to you as a souvenir." ”

Inoue Mura Mitsuru received a treasure, he bowed deeply to Luo Zhenyu, took the painting respectfully with both hands, and unfolded the painting scroll on the spot.

"This is a sketch by Shi Tao." Luo Zhenyu said slowly.

"Who is Shi Tao?" Hikaru Inoue is not very familiar with the name.

Luo Zhenyu cleared his throat: "A very famous painter in the early Qing Dynasty, he was the tenth grandson of the Ming Dynasty, King Zhu Zanyi of Jingjiang, and later became a monk. ”

Inoue Mura nodded frequently.

At this time, the employer led Wang Renshan and Zhang Daqian in, and Wang Renshan handed over the burden in his hand: "Mr. Luo, the stationery supplies you want have been prepared for you, please take a look." Wang Renshan pointed to Zhang Daqian again: "This is Mr. Zhang Daqian, a painter from Sichuan." ”

Zhang Daqian said: "I have heard Mr. Luo's name for a long time, and I have come to ask Mr. for advice today." ”

Luo Zhenyu waved his hand: "Don't dare to be, please sit down." ”

Zhang Daqian saw the painting in Inouemuramitsu's hand, walked up and took a look, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Inoue Murakami put away the painting: "Mr. has a guest, so we won't bother much." ”

Taking advantage of Luo Zhenyu's going out to send Inoue Mura Hikari and Zhizi, Zhang Daqian whispered: "I think this Mr. Luo has a problem with his vision. ”

"Shhhh Let's go back and talk about it. Wang Renshan stopped him.

Luo Zhenyu returned to the living room, opened the baggage brought by Wang Renshan, and looked at it carefully: "Yes, these stationery supplies are exactly what I want." ”

"Mr. Luo, what good things have you received recently?" Wang Renshan asked without a match.

Luo Zhenyu came to the spirit: "Don't say it, a few days ago, I got two book screens from Bada Shanren, which are really high-quality...... If there are two painting screens by Shi Tao to match, it will be a match made in heaven. Shopkeeper Wang, can you help me keep snacks in the Liuli Factory, okay? ”

Zhang Daqian interjected next to him: "Mr. Luo, Shi Tao's paintings are not difficult to find, but I am afraid that I will lose my eyes and get fake." ”

"Don't worry about this, what I've seen is generally not wrong, to put it mildly, whether it's genuine or not, I Luo Zhenyu has the final say." Luo Zhenyu said very confidently.

Zhang Daqian's mouth pursed slightly: "Mr. Luo, with all due respect, the 'kang head painting' in the hand of the Japanese just now doesn't look like it's real." ”

"The paintings hanging on the kang head in the bedroom, outsiders can't see them, they can only be appreciated by the owner, but they are just some flowers, grasses, insects, fish, small animals and other small pieces, fill in the blanks, cover the walls, and can't afford to sell at all, who can still commit fraud?"

Zhang Daqian pondered: "What does Mr. Luo mean, no one fakes the 'Kangtou painting', and only the large landscapes of Shi Tao on the market can be fakes?" ”

"Shi Tao's landscapes have a majestic momentum and a slight aura, the ink is moist like water and mist, as if it is overflowing from the brush, the pen and ink are blended together, showing the inner spirit of the mountains and rivers." Luo Zhenyu shook his head, "I'm afraid that the current counterfeiters don't have such a high realm and cultivation, so it's not difficult to distinguish between the real Shi Tao and the fake Shi Tao." ”

Zhang Daqian wanted to say anything more, but was stopped by Wang Renshan with a gesture: "Mr. Luo is reasonable, I will pay attention to you in Liuli Factory, if there is a suitable one, I will definitely send it to you, so that you can see it first." ”

Coming out of Luo Zhenyu's house, Zhang Daqian looked very excited: "Big brother, I won't tell you, the painting in the hand of the Japanese just now is my imitation a few years ago. ”

"I understood as soon as I saw your expression, this trip was not in vain, I know what Old Man Luo wants, you go and prepare to paint, I will find a way to make him take the bait."

Zhang Daqian stopped: "Are you really going to give him a fake painting?" ”

Wang Renshan patted him on the shoulder: "Master Luo is everyone, we are small characters, it's always okay for small characters to joke with everyone, right?" If Luo Ye is gone, then the two of us will be considered famous, think about it, one of the people in Liulichang is counted as one, who dares to argue with Luo Ye? Besides, the rule in this industry is that whoever looks away has nothing to do with others, and can only blame himself for his lack of eyesight. ”

Zhang Daqian nodded: "That's right, originally I imitated Shi Tao's paintings just to like it, not to make money, but this Mr. Luo is too self-righteous, is his words the golden rule?" The authenticity of a painting must be determined by him? I won't accept this, big brother, I must teach him a lesson, kill his arrogance! ”

The two carefully summed it up again, and it was not until the third watch that they dispersed.

Early the next morning, Wang Renshan walked into Rong Bao Zhai with his front foot, and Song Huairen arrived with his back foot. He had a fresh haircut and looked refreshed in a brand new lake-blue spun silk gown.

"Huairen, you're here!" Wang Renshan greeted warmly.

"The second shopkeeper, today is my first day to work in Rong Bao Zhai, have you seen it? I deliberately changed into new clothes, we can't give Rong Bao Zhai face, right? From now on, I will listen to you and do whatever I am told to do. These words were all thought of by Song Huairen in advance.

"There's something I'm about to discuss with you." Wang Renshan sat down.

Song Huairen Zhang Luo made tea: "You are too polite, just tell me if you have something." ”

"You may have heard that there is an old gangster named Zuo Ye who got involved with our Rong Bao Zhai, he had a holiday with our boss more than 20 years ago, and this thing is really a bit difficult to do."

"Master Zuo, I know, going back more than 20 years, who doesn't know him in Liuli Factory? You say, what's the matter? ”

"You have to help me with this, this old guy has been making trouble for three days, and he is clearly going to smash Rong Bao Zhai's business, but what can we do with him? Even if the owner comes, there is no problem, so I didn't talk to the owner about this matter, and if I can solve it myself, I will solve it myself, otherwise we will really have dry food. ”

"That's it? You don't care, I'll solve it, he's an old gangster with no money and no power, can we let Rong Bao Zhai treat him? "Song Huairen has a big package.

"You have to take it easy, don't make any trouble, our Rong Bao Zhai's reputation is the most important." Wang Renshan reminded.

"Second shopkeeper, don't worry, I have a number."

As soon as the two finished speaking, Zhang Youlin walked in. Zhang Youlin and Song Huairen had never dealt with each other before, but they had heard some rumors about him, in all fairness, Zhang Youlin was reluctant to come to Rong Bao Zhai with people like Song Huairen, but now that the wood has been completed, it has to be done for the time being. As the owner, Zhang Youlin wanted to have a good chat with him on the first day he came to work in Rong Bao Zhai, and said everything he had to say.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Youlin asked about Li Moyun.

"The owner, let me tell you the truth, Li Moyun is in the glaze factory to specialize in fake paintings, mainly to sell imitation Shi Tao things, because there are people in the south who imitate Shi Tao very well, and the price is not expensive, he got a little famous shop in exchange for two money to spend, and the buy and sell are tacit. But Lan Ying's paintings are rare, I don't know where he got them, the level of this imitator is also very high, and Li Moyun blinded me. Song Huairen seemed very honest in front of Zhang Youlin, but he didn't tell the truth.

"What is the relationship between Li Moyun and Bei Ziye?"

Song Huairen shook his head: "I can't say this well, but Bei Ziye planted face on Lan Ying's painting, stayed up for many days, and fell seriously ill, and said nothing in the future to give people a palm, Bei Ziye said that he would rather starve to death than do things that pit people." ”

"So who are you looking for now?"

"Master Pei introduced one of his relatives, just in case, I am discussing with the second shopkeeper in the past few days, and I plan to contact a few more people."

"You write a post and send it over later, I'll invite Bei Ziye to a meal, and this matter will be over." After being silent for a moment, Zhang Youlin asked again, "Li Moyun doesn't seem to have shown up in Liulichang for a few days, right?" ”

"I heard that I hid in the south and didn't dare to come back."

Zhang Youlin changed his sitting posture: "Huairen, some people say that the history of Chinese painting and calligraphy is a history of forgery of calligraphy and painting, which sounds quite exaggerated, but if you ponder it, it has a certain truth." The literature says that there are many people who imitate the character of Wang Xi in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and in the Tang Dynasty, there are people who specialize in identifying the authenticity of the character of Wang Xi that has been circulated in the world, and for more than 1,000 years, the calligraphy and painting have been counterfeited endlessly. After the Republic of China, there were some 'high imitation' works with high artistic level and appreciation value, unlike the Suzhou films in the Ming and Qing dynasties, the leather craftsmen's knives in Yangzhou and the backdoor in Beijing, which can be seen at a glance. Zhang Youlin spoke earnestly, and Song Huairen nodded vigorously: "Owner, I remember!" ”

At six o'clock in the evening, Zhang Youlin came to a private room booked in Cuixi Building on time, but he waited left and right, until eight o'clock passed, Shao Piaoping still did not show up, Zhang Youlin was anxious, he looked at the door from time to time.

Zhao Hanbo passed by the door of the private room, and when he saw that Zhang Youlin was inside, he walked in.

Zhang Youlin stood up: "Mr. Zhao, rare, rare, why didn't you go to the shop recently?" ”

"I didn't even run into you when I went." As soon as Zhao Hanbo saw that the table was empty, he asked, "Who are you waiting for?" ”

"The leading figure in your newspaper, Shao Piaoping."

Zhao Hanbo looked surprised: "Are you waiting for Mr. Shao?" Mr. Shao was arrested, don't you know yet? ”

"Your news is not accurate this time, I passed by the gate of the Soviet Embassy yesterday and saw Mr. Shao and a person coming out of it, so I sent someone to deliver the post."

"Ouch, you don't know, Mr. Shao left the embassy, and on the way back to the agency, he let the military police who were ambushed on the side of the road arrest him."

"Huh?" Zhang Youlin's eyes widened suddenly, "How did the military police know where Mr. Shao was going to pass by?" ”

Zhao Hanbo leaned into Zhang Youlin's ear and whispered: "It is said that Zhang Zuolin used 20,000 yuan to buy Shao Piaoping's friend Zhang Hanju, the president of the "Mainland Daily", and it was Zhang Hanju who deceived Mr. Shao from the embassy. ”

Zhang Youlin slammed his fist on the table: "This is also a friend?" It's just a villain who forgets his righteousness! Zhang Zuolin is also too careful, didn't Mr. Shao just didn't pick up his 300,000 oceans, so he had to arrest people? ”

Zhao Hanbo shook his head: "It's not that simple, over the years, Mr. Shao has been sharp, he wrote articles to support Feng Yuxiang to launch a coup d'état in Beijing, and helped Guo Songling to defect against Zhang Zuolin, not to mention against Duan Qirui, he refused to accept the title of consultant to the aftermath conference given by Duan Qirui, the 'March 18' tragedy massacre of students, the "Beijing Daily" published a series of detailed reports, and the special issue of "Capital Bloodshed Photo", have you read it?" ”

"Look, Mr. Shao is righteous and straightforward, admire, admire!"

"Zhang Zuolin has long hated Mr. Shao, this time...... I'm afraid it's more than lucky. Zhao Hanbo's expression was gloomy.

"Then we have to think about saving him!" Zhang Youlin was in a hurry.

"No, representatives from all walks of life are discussing together."

Zhang Youlin took off the top hat on the coat rack: "Go, I'm also one!" ”

Zhao Hanbo was overjoyed: "Great, we are short of well-known people in the business world." ”

Early the next morning, Zhao Hanbo and several deputies rushed to the headquarters of the Fengjun army in Beijing, and Zhang Youlin was among them.

Feng Wei'an, director of the Fengjun Office in Beijing, received them, and Feng Wei'an's tone was very tough: "Arrest Shao Piaoping, our old commander and the generals of various departments have long had this plan, so don't bother talking anymore." ”

Zhao Hanbo stood up: "Mr. Shao's remarks are excessive, but for the sake of Mr. Shao's fact that he is a pillar of the newspaper, please discuss it with Lao Shuai again." ”

Feng Wei'an stared at Zhao Hanbo and said categorically: "The result of our discussion is that once we are caught, we will immediately shoot them on the spot. ”

The crowd shouted, "How can you be so arrogant and unreasonable? Didn't Mr. Shao just dare to tell the truth? Do you have to kill your head if you tell the truth......"

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!" Zhao Hanbo made a gesture to everyone, and said to Feng Wei'an: "It is the responsibility and conscience of journalists to tell the truth, Mr. Shao takes promoting social progress as his own responsibility, is not afraid of intimidation, and dares to touch all aspects of society, which is really admirable, you can't ...... it."

Feng Wei'an didn't want to listen anymore, he slammed the door shut and walked away.

Zhang Youlin's heart sank: "It's troublesome now." ”

A few days later, in the early morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Zhang Youlin's driver, Lao An, drove out of a street near the overpass, and the military police stepped forward to stop the car, and Lao An leaned the car against the wall and walked out of the cab. I saw a prisoner cart from far and near, stopped not far in front, and the armed military police escorted down a prisoner from the prisoner cart, Lao An took a closer look, and was stunned: "Isn't this Mr. Shao?" ”

Several prison officers stood beside Shao Piaoping, and the military and police chief read out the verdict aloud: "Shao Piaoping, director of the Beijing Daily, colluded with the Red Russians and propagandized the Red Army, and the crime was extremely heinous, and it is really unforgivable, and he will be executed immediately to show his ......."

"Smack-" The crisp sound of gunfire pierced the night sky of dawn and echoed in the sky for a long time, as if Shao Piaoping's unjust soul lingered in this world of robbers.

Zhang Youlin had just gotten up, he was boxing in the yard and moving his waist, Lao An hurriedly broke in: "Sir, it's not good!" ”

Zhang Youlin closed the momentum: "What's wrong?" ”

"The Mr. Shao you want to invite was shot dead by the military police just now on the east side of the overpass."

"What did you say?" Zhang Youlin was taken aback.

"Mr. Shao was shot dead by the military police, I saw it with my own eyes." Lao An repeated it again.

Zhang Youlin seemed to have been struck by lightning, his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground, Lao An helped him: "Sir, don't be too sad." ”

"What kind of world is this! I thought that when the emperor was gone, China would move towards democracy and freedom from now on, who knows...... This world is to change the soup but not the medicine, even a newspaper person who dares to tell the truth can't tolerate it, China, it's really the city head of the changing king flag, whoever sits in the world is the people suffer, how can this be? How could this be......" Zhang Youlin shook his head and sighed, in an instant, the hope in his heart was completely shattered, and he began to have a new understanding of the world in front of him.