Seeing the old man's expression, Qi Feng couldn't help but be a little amused, and asked, "Old man, what are you taking from that generation?" Is it going to be donated to the museum? ”

Hearing this, the old man's old face showed a little smugness, and he stroked his beard and said lightly: "Zhao Chang, do you know?" ”

"Oh? Could it be that Zhao Chang, the first person to sketch in the Northern Song Dynasty and is good at painting flowers, birds, and cordyceps? ”

When it comes to Internet celebrities, Qi Feng may not know a few, but if it is a historical relic or a famous poet, then he is like a treasure.

Zhao Chang, who can be called the originator of Gongbi flower and bird painting, is as famous as Zhao Kuo of Song Huizong, and the grass, trees, fish and insects, flowers and plants can be vividly displayed under his brush.

The "Sketch of Butterflies" made by his pen is an ink pen to draw autumn flowers and cordyceps, the style is delicate and elegant, which can be called a treasure and the existence of national first-class cultural relics.

In his later years, he often kept his own paintings in the market, and if he saw his own paintings in the market, he would buy them again and return them, so they were rarely passed on.

If the old man really took Zhao Chang's paintings, no matter what period of his works he had, they would be treasure-level existences when they were placed in the Shangyuan Museum.

"It's kind of insightful."

"The one I took is a picture of "Sketching Lotus Flowers" written by Zhao Chang."

The old man nodded, and hugged the painting tube very tightly.

"Zhao Chang's handwriting? Sir, you're really willing. ”

Qi Feng's face was surprised, others were not like him who could take cultural relics from foreign museums, and the old man didn't know how much it cost to get this Zhao Chang painting.

One of them can be put at home to admire, and the other is that if the family is in decline, it can also be sold for emergency relief, which is at least a painting worth tens of millions.

"When I'm old, the juniors in my family don't know how to cherish these, so I'd rather put them in a museum than let them fall into the hands of others."

The old man sighed, and looked at the painting tube in his arms with reluctance.

In a few years, he may be gone, and the juniors in the family do not understand antique cultural relics one by one, although they will not be sold, but they are also put in the corner to eat ashes.

Instead of this, he should donate to the museum, so that the museum can protect this famous painting and pass it on for a long time.

"What about you, young man, whose work did you take?"

"Wang Xizhi."

Qi Feng groaned for a while, but still replied truthfully.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Wang Xizhi? Boy, are you teasing the old man? ”

"If you want to pay it back if this is Wang Xizhi's work?"

What kind of person Wang Xizhi is, known as the existence of the ancient sage, throughout the thousands of years of Chinese history, there are very few people who can compare with him.

The "Orchid Pavilion Preface" and "Early Moon Post" are all masterpieces.

If his work is published, I am afraid that it will cause a shock in the industry throughout China and even the entire East Asia.

However, everyone knows that Wang Xizhi's authentic works have long been extinct, even if it is circulated in the island country, and the "Funeral Post" treasured by the royal family of the island country for 1,300 years remains to be studied.

Such a person, even if it is just a copy of a famous person in later generations, it is worth a thousand gold, how can it appear in Qi Feng's hands?

Qi Feng smiled and said nothing, but he didn't explain too much.

The "Funeral Post" in his hand is indeed likely to be just a copy, but even if it is a copy, it is a top-level hook copy from the hands of a famous artist in the Tang Dynasty, which is a priceless treasure.

Otherwise, how could it be regarded as a treasure by the royal family of the island country for more than a thousand years?

"Boy, don't talk about the real thing, if you want to be a copy of Wang Xizhi before the Qing Dynasty, the old man, I will call you brother on the spot, and give you a luxury car within five million."

The old man's expression was full of confidence, and he swore by it.

Although he looked like he was joking, he could hear from his words that if Qi Feng's hand was really a masterpiece, he would really do it honestly.

"Five million luxury cars? Sir, you're too arrogant, I don't know what you do? ”

Qi Feng couldn't help laughing, at first he didn't have much affection for this old man, but he didn't expect him to be a very interesting person.

"Me? I'm ......."

Before the old man could finish speaking, a middle-aged man in an executive jacket and black-rimmed glasses walked in through the door.

"Mr. Qi, I'm really sorry, I suddenly encountered something urgent, so you came from afar and waited for me to go."

The man's face was anxious and ashamed, he ignored the old man for a moment, and walked straight towards Qi Feng.

"It's okay, Director Nie, I just drank half a cup of tea, it's your urgent business, don't make a mistake for me."

Qi Feng chuckled and stood up to greet him.

The man has a national character face, and his demeanor gives people a formal feeling, even if he is not a high-ranking official, he is also within the system.

Obviously, this person is Nie Yong, who invited Qi Feng to come over, the director of the Shangyuan City Museum.

Nie Yong shook hands with Qi Feng, nodded and smiled apologetically: "What you said, that's all a trivial matter, I'll take you to the restoration room to meet the staff in our museum." ”

"Okay, I've dealt with a few professors before, so let's talk to them more about the guidance work in the past few days."

Qi Feng was secretly funny, how could it be a trivial matter to make Nie Yong run away halfway?

This guy looks very serious, and he plays an official tone.

"Nie Yong, what are you talking about?"

Just as the two were about to leave, the old man next to him couldn't help but interrupt.

Hell, he's still here, right? Why was it ignored the whole time?

Nie Yong subconsciously turned his head to look, and when he saw the old man, he couldn't help but look stunned, and said in surprise: "Old Qin, why are you here?" ”

"Horse-ridden, the old man has been waiting for you for a long time, and you ask me why I'm here?"

Qin Lao blew his beard and glared, he was so old, he never thought that he could be so snubbed here by Nie Yong.

"This, Elder Qin, you didn't say hello before you came, it must be that the staff in the hall haven't had time to inform me yet."

"You didn't come to see me this time, you shouldn't be visiting a museum, or appraising antiques or something, right?"

Nie Yong sighed helplessly, every time this old man ran over, there was nothing good, he was about to be afraid.

Since he met Qin Lao, Nie Yong hadn't asked him for help, but he was pestered by Qin Lao and caused a lot of trouble.

Either let the museum identify cultural relics and antiques for free, or come to the museum to forcibly visit the special and precious cultural relics that have been on display for a long time, and sometimes even bring a large group of old men over.

"Look at you, old man, I'm not a bad person."

"Don't worry, I'm not here to ask you for help this time, but to give this to you."

Qin Lao snorted coldly and put the painting tube in his hand on the table.

He has indeed caused a lot of trouble to Nie Yong over the years, and the reason why he decided to hand it over to Shangyuan Museum instead of other museums is for Nie Yong's sake.

Although Nie Yong had doubts in his heart, he didn't rush to pay attention to the painting tube, but looked at Qi Feng and asked tentatively, "Mr. Qi, ...... of us?"

"It's okay, let's deal with this old gentleman's affairs first, the restoration work is not urgent."

Qi Feng shook his head, he had been sitting for half an hour, not short of this moment.

Nie Yong nodded, looked at Qin Lao again, and asked, "Qin Lao, is this a painting?" Or words? ”

"Open it and see it, won't you?"

Qin Lao didn't speak in a good tone, and his eyes were full of emotion when he looked at the desktop painttube.

Nie Yong took out the scroll from the drawing tube in confusion, and then unfolded it directly on the desktop.