"Well……"

Wang Guan’s several questions made Yu Feibai confused, but his reaction was quick and he immediately asked: “Do you know these situations if you say this?”

"I can't say I know, but there are some rough guesses."

It felt like the time was coming, and Wang Guan no longer kept it in a silence and smiled and said, "Don't you think the background information of the first generation Mr. Zhu Da looked very similar to a certain person?"

"Who do you look like?" Yu Feibai thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.

"Zhu da!"

Wang Guan said a name, but Yu Feibai didn't react and frowned and said, "Who?"

Seeing that Yu Feibai didn't understand, Wang Guan explained simply and neatly: "I'm talking about Bada Shanren, Zhu Da!"

"What?"

In an instant, Yu Feibai was very surprised: "No way? Bada Shanren is a great painter. I haven't heard that he can burn porcelain."

"You haven't heard of it, it doesn't mean it doesn't mean it doesn't." Wang Guan smiled and said, "In fact, you can find out by studying the life story of Badashan people. He is a descendant of Ning Wang Zhu Quan, the 16th son of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. After King Ning was renamed Nanchang, his descendants lived in various places in Nanchang for generations, and were divided into eight branches. Badashan people were the seventh generation grandson of King Yiyang."

"Nanchang is not far from porcelain. As long as you are interested, it is not difficult to learn this craft."

While speaking, Wang Guan recalled: "I remember some literary and historical materials mentioned that Bada Shanren lived a life of both monks and Taoism, mainly because of religious beliefs, but to escape the persecution of the Ming royal family by the Manchu nobles of the Qing Dynasty, they often pretended to be crazy and stupid, hiding their own names to hide and preserve themselves."

"Even so, he still feels unsafe and often travels around. Every time he goes out, he has to leave for three or five months before returning home. No one can tell where he goes."

Wang Guan gave an example and then affirmed: "So I think Bada Shanren is very suspicious, and most of them are the first generation Mr. Zhu. Of course, I am not only speculating, but also physical evidence."

"What physical evidence?" Yu Feibai asked hurriedly: "Is that painting?"

"Not a painting."

At the right time, Wang Guan smiled and said, "You forgot that when you were in the porcelain capital, didn't I find Mr. Zhu Da's abandoned workshop? There is a book of notes that should have been written by Mr. Zhu Da himself. Just compare the notes with Bada Shanren's calligraphy and it is easy to draw a conclusion."

"Hey, it seems to be right." Yu Feibai immediately turned around and said, "Old Qian, do you think Wang Guan is right?"

"right."

At this time, Qian Lao stopped avoiding it, so he nodded and admitted it neatly, then smiled happily, "Did you have such an idea when you dug up the notes? It's rare that you have to endure it until now."

"I'm just guessing, too."

At this time, Wang Guan was also a little happy and explained: "At the beginning, I didn't think about this. But one day, when I was studying the information of Bada Shanren, I couldn't help but associate it with it when I saw the name Zhu Da and his life. Since I was not sure, I was embarrassed to spread it randomly."

"It was not until a few days ago that I felt that Qian Lao seemed to pay attention to Bada Shanren's calligraphy and paintings. Then I thought of Mr. Zhu's notes that I was a little sure..."

After explaining, Wang Guan was also very curious: "Old Qian, Zhu Da and Mr. Zhu Da are really the same person?"

"Didn't you have listed many reasons? Why are you not sure?" Mr. Qian was in a good mood and smiled and said, "Since the evidence is conclusive, why bother to doubt it anymore."

"It's not that I doubt it, but that I feel a little...unexpected."

At the right time, Wang Guan sighed softly: "For no reason, who would have thought that the two people were one. One was a world-famous painter, and the other was a master of firing fake porcelain. It was completely invincible."

"Who said he couldn't beat him?" Qian old shook his head and said, "You have made it clear. He has such an opportunity and motivation, and he meets the conditions very well. Who else can he have? Besides, it should be easier for a painter to change his career to burn porcelain than others. After all, when painting porcelain patterns, you don't have to bother others to take action, just solve it yourself."

“That’s right.”

Yu Feibai next to him nodded repeatedly, but was still quite amazed.

Because he never thought that Mr. Zhu Da was a famous figure in history, which was too subversive. It was probably because of this reason. Even though Mr. Qian and others knew Mr. Zhu's background, they did not promote it to the end, so as not to destroy the good image of Bada Shanren in the minds of many people.

You should know that Bada Shanren is not an ordinary person. He is a great painter who has influenced the painting world for hundreds of years, and he has countless fans. Whoever wants to slander him is waiting to be criticized by the public.

Even if it is not a slander, it is not enough to say the truth, because there are still brainless fans in the world...

Perhaps based on this point, Mr. Qian chose to conceal it.

"Anyway, it happened hundreds of years ago, so there is no need to bring up old accounts."

Mr. Qian explained: "Besides, although Mr. Zhu Da's actions were somewhat inappropriate, overall, did not threaten the development of the entire industry. Unlike Mr. Zhu Da more than 20 years ago, it completely violated the original intention of the first generation Mr. Zhu Da and got into the eyes of money."

"That's right, that's it." Yu Feibai agreed: "Mr. Zhu Da, the first generation of the Qing Dynasty, was naturally righteous. However, the previous or current Mr. Zhu Da was cheating all his own people, so he was naturally unforgivable."

"Say it back."

At the same time, Yu Feibai was very curious and said, "Old Qian, is Mr. Zhu really the only one who was the last Mr. Zhu?"

"Um."

Although Mr. Qian was a little hesitant, he finally nodded and admitted: "It's him..."

"really."

Looking at Mr. Qian's expression, Yu Feibai knew that there must be many inside information to dig out. He smiled and said, "Mr. Qian, I have already made it clear, so don't hide it. Tell us what is the origin of this Hewei?"

"backing?"

Mr. Qian pondered for a while, raised his glass and drank a sip of tea, then nodded and said, "It's true that he has some background, and it's not small. The person in charge of the Porcelain Kiln Factory back then, you said he's big enough."

"The person in charge of the Porcelain City Kiln Factory!"

For a moment, Yu Feibai was also a little surprised: "It's true that it's not small, and the treatment should be good. What's the reason that made him become Mr. Zhu and left a stigma?"

"Greed!" Qian Lao sighed lightly: "Human hearts are not enough, and desires are unfulfilled."

Wang Guan and Yu Feibai were also very eye-catching and noticed that there seemed to be a bit of a difference in Mr. Qian's sigh. They were not in a hurry to ask, but were waiting for Mr. Qian to explain himself.

"Not only that, he is also a friend we have been with for many years."

After a moment of silence, Mr. Qian continued: "Until the matter was revealed, we were unwilling to believe that Mr. Zhu was actually him. Unfortunately, this is a fact, a helpless fact."

"... After finding out that we came to the door, he did not hide it and directly admitted that he was Mr. Zhu."

While speaking, Mr. Qian fell into memories: "According to his own explanation, he accidentally discovered the secret recipe left by the first generation Mr. Zhu Da, and then studied it, and finally recovered successfully. The original intention of the beginning was nothing more than to imitate the antique, shock the world, and at the same time to gain the reputation of the kiln factory."

"However, after he made the first batch of antique porcelain, a wealthy overseas businessman happened to visit and found the thing, he thought it was real antique porcelain and was willing to buy it at a high price. He was a little hesitant at that time, but at the insistence of the wealthy businessman, he half-supported and agreed."

Qian Old Sighed: "Afterwards, he was a little guilty and planned to return the money, and told the rich businessman that the things were imitations he made himself. However, he did not expect that the rich businessman did not believe it at all, thinking that he was reluctant to take the things, so he was ready to regret it. As a result, his money did not return, but instead took a few thousand yuan back."

"The ancients said it well, a thousand-mile dike was destroyed by an ant hole."

Speaking of this, Qian Lao sighed: "The rich businessman brought the things back, made a profit after replacing the goods, and then recognized him. He often went to ask him if he had the same antique porcelain. Over time, he was annoyed and told him everything. He even directly fired a batch of antique porcelain in front of the rich businessman, thinking that the rich businessman should give up and be prepared to refund the money."

"However, while the rich businessman was surprised, he had a bad idea and took away the batch of antique porcelain in his hands. He came back soon after, and stacked the banknotes into a bed, indicating that this was his reward. At that time, it was not long before the reform and opening up that the domestic economy started. He had never seen so much money, so he was moved, lost, and naturally fell into depravity..."

At this time, Mr. Qian had no expression on his face: "Under the guidance of the wealthy businessman, the two secretly recruited people to develop rare porcelains of all dynasties. From then on, they were out of control, and they fell deeper and deeper, and they embarked on the road of no return... After the incident, they explained the matter clearly. In the morning of the next day, everyone found that he had committed suicide in prison."

Hearing this, Wang Guan and Yu Feibai sighed silently. And although Mr. Qian said so dullly, he definitely didn't feel very good. After all, to a certain extent, He Wei's suicide has something to do with them. No wonder Mr. Qian's face changed when he heard the name He Wei a few days ago.

Of course, we cannot say that Mr. Qian and others did something wrong, or even forced their friends to death. We should know that God can forgive evil, but he can't survive. The reason for the tragedy of Hewei is not that Mr. Qian and others destroyed their relatives for justice, but that his greed hurts him.

After a while, Wang Guan comforted: "Old Qian, since the matter has passed, so many thoughts are useless. By the way, I have found out whether Mr. Yao was the one who missed the net back then."

"Yes, is there that rich businessman who brings it to justice?" Yu Feibai also asked quickly.
Chapter completed!