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As the saying goes, ginger is still too old. Director Wang grasped the key to the matter in an instant. He felt that the purpose of Wang Guan and others going to the auction should not be simple, so he just asked.

For a moment, Wang Guan and others looked at each other, and then smiled bitterly at the same time.

"Brother Pi, tell me." Wang Guan shrugged: "Anyway, the auction has ended, and it is estimated that the rumor will be heard in another day or two, so there is no need to hide it."

Pi Qiushi nodded slightly, then smiled and said, "Director Wang really doesn't know about this?"

"What's the matter?" Director Wang said in confusion: "You know that for the past few days, I have been busy with the Jiao Weiqin tour exhibition and have no intention of taking care of other things."

"Yes." Pi Qiushi nodded in understanding, then smiled and said, "It's really a coincidence that you missed an event."

"Don't keep it a secret. What kind of event is it? Tell me quickly." Director Wang urged.

"The picture of the Tang empress." Pi Qiushi chuckled: "The picture of the Tang empress Zhang Heng and Zhang Congyu, a collector of the Republic of China, is the picture of the Tang empress Zhang."

"What!" Director Wang was shocked and couldn't sit still: "Is it true or false?"

"More than 90% of the possibility." Pi Qiushi smiled and said, "At that time, the auction gathered many experts and the competition was very fierce, which shows everyone's recognition of this work."

"Why didn't you say it earlier..."

Director Wang couldn't help but complain: "Since the painting was lost on Zhang Congyu's hands, it has lost its whereabouts overseas. The Forbidden City is just a collection of imitations from the Republic of China. Now the original works are now available, so no matter how you have to buy them back."

"The auction company estimated the price of 1,500 euros, and finally sold it for 3.75 million euros." At this time, Wang Guan chuckled and said, "Can the Forbidden City accept such a price?"

"Yes." Director Wang hesitated a little and nodded, "As long as the things are really good, the price is not a problem."

It’s not a matter of Director Wang being so confident. After all, it’s only more than 30 million, so the Forbidden City can still produce it. Of course, there is also an advance, which means that things are of great significance and has been given instructions from superiors…

But it's too late to say anything now, and the auction has ended, so Director Wang has no choice but to blame Wang Guan and others for thinking about getting the cheap, so they deliberately concealed the news.

Although this is a fact, Wang Guan still wants to defend himself: "We thought you knew."

"That's right, you have a wide network of contacts and a more informative message." Pi Qiushi smiled and said, "The reason why I didn't hear any rumors is that everyone thinks you are suffering from the tour and don't want to worry about you anymore."

"I just know what you're good at talking about..." Director Wang groaned, sighed for a moment before asking seriously: "What's the situation with the painting now?"

"It is relatively old and the color is very dull." Pi Qiushi described it: "However, Mr. Zhang Congyu's seal for collection is more obvious. There are also some inscriptions, but unfortunately it is far apart and we can't see clearly."

"Don't have good looks?" Director Wang was stunned and sighed, "It's true that Zhang Heng is successful and that Zhang Heng is defeated."

"Director Wang, what do you mean?" Wang Guan and others were also a little confused.

Director Wang shook his head gently, then looked at Wang Guan, and smiled and said, "Speaking of this, Zhang Congyu is a bit similar to you. He also became a big collector at a young age. In his early years, he received a group of calligraphy and paintings from his family, but later his grandfather passed away was all up to him."

"At that time, the antique dealer saw that he was young and had money in his hands, he deceived him with fakes. Zhang Congyu was stubborn and felt that he could not be embarrassed if he lost money. So he worked hard, bought and sold, made friends, and compared real and fakes. All his thoughts and his huge financial resources allowed him to develop a sense of terrifying eyes."

Director Wang talked: "After a little experience, he was hired as an appraisal committee member by the Palace Museum at the age of 20."

"And with huge financial resources, profound attainments, rich experience and keen eyes, the young Zhang Congyu has become one of the first-class Shanghai collectors. At the age of 24, he was ranked alongside famous masters such as Wu Hufan and Zhang Daqian. Yunhuizhai, which created his own collection of cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings, has become one of the four famous Shanghainese collections in Shanghai."

Speaking of this, Director Wang also had a bit of longing for his eyes: "According to some of Zhang Congyu's friends' memories, he specialized in collecting famous works in the Tang, Song and Yuan dynasties at that time, but basically did not accept works in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Among them, the highest-level collections include "The Picture of the Infant in the Tang Dynasty", Zhang Xuan's "The Picture of the Empress of the Tang Dynasty", and Yan Zhenqing's "Couplets of Zhushantang" and so on, which were extremely prosperous."

"But what is regrettable is that due to the social atmosphere at that time, or the success of Zhang Congyu in his youth, he inevitably became arrogant, so he often participated in gambling and even lost an alley property overnight."

Director Wang shook his head and sighed: "Nine out of ten bets lost. After a few years, he was on the verge of bankruptcy. Most of the treasures he had on hand were bought for others. When the founding of the country was approaching, only Yan Zhenqing's "Zhushantang Couplets", Ouyang Xiu's "Zhuai Tie", Qian Shunju's "Eight Flowers Pictures" and other things were left in his hand."

Hearing this, Wang Guan and others couldn't help but shake their heads, and their regrets were beyond words.

"Zhang Xuan's "The Picture of the Empress of the Tang Dynasty" was missing under that situation. I heard that she was taken overseas and disappeared for more than half a century, and now she finally appears."

After a long time of regret, Director Wang suddenly changed his mind: "Of course, there will be gains when there are any mistakes. After Zhang Congyu lost his family property, he was able to concentrate on appreciating cultural relics. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he made great contributions to the cultural relics cause of New China and became a first-class cultural relics expert. The Forbidden City now also collects the documents he compiled back then. If you are interested, you can borrow them."

Forget it for others, no matter how Wang Guan heard it, he felt that Director Wang said this to him. He felt like he was going around the bush and asked him to learn Zhang Congyu to "spend all his wealth", concentrate on studying antiques, and become a big shot as soon as possible.

Of course, it is also possible that he thought too much, but Wang Guan decided not to match this accent anyway.

"In this way, it can be said that good fortune and misfortune are dependent on each other."

At this time, Mr. Feng smiled and said, "It's like I was stolen yesterday. Today I will crack down on a big conspiracy against Liang Yizang. It can be said that it is a blessing and good luck. After the disaster, good luck will come naturally."

“There is nothing wrong with saying this.”

Director Wang nodded and said, "It is indeed a sign of turning bad luck into good fortune and bringing good fortune when it is killed."

Whether it is believed or not, it is just a matter of asking for advice. Others also congratulated Mr. Feng, which made him smile and feel good.

"No, it's the other way around."

After a while, Mr. Feng immediately shook his head and said, "It should be me who thanks you..."

"Mr. Feng doesn't need to thank you anymore." Wang Guan smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you for your boring thanks. Why don't you come to something practical? For example, we attended the auction early in the morning and haven't had dinner until now. You won't just treat us to tea."

"That's right, I was negligent." Mr. Feng laughed and immediately stood up to invite everyone to the restaurant.

There is no need to mention the luxury of lunch, anyway, it must be the highest specification. Various famous dishes and wines have also made Wang Guan and others have a great appetite, drinking happily, and enjoying themselves.

More than 2,000 years ago, the etiquette of ancestors without saying anything and not saying anything was empty in modern times. On the contrary, in the restaurant, it became a link for everyone to exchange feelings. After drinking a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere gradually became warm.

"Director Wang..."

At this moment, Wang Guan, with the intention of drinking, suddenly outlined some lines on the table. It seemed to be words, but in fact it was a symbol that was obviously different from Chinese characters.

While recalling, Wang Guan described the text-like symbols, and then humbly asked: "Director Wang, do you recognize what this is?"

"Um?"

Director Wang came closer and saw it, and immediately said in surprise: "This is Manchu. Do you have any research on this aspect?"

No wonder Director Wang was so surprised. You should know that since the Xinhai Revolution, various new ideas have burst out. Some people even proposed radical ideas to completely abolish Chinese characters. Even the characters that have been passed down for thousands of years have once faced the danger of abandonment, let alone Manchu.

In a nutshell, everyone thinks that Manchu can be swept into the garbage dump of history, and even the Manchus themselves do not pay attention to such words, let alone other people, they must be too lazy to even look at it.

There is no need to mention the historical, complex and black-bellied reasons. In just a few decades, Manchu is like many ethnic minority writings. It is on the verge of extinction, and there are no people in the country who can say and write Manchu.

"But you have good luck."

At this time, Director Wang also said with serenely: "When I was studying the text of the Forbidden City plaque in the early years, I also looked up some information and could also identify a few of the commonly used Manchu texts."

Wang Guan was naturally very happy and quickly asked for advice.

"Let's take a look." Director Wang looked down and then pondered. After a while, he immediately said happily: "I remember it, it seems to be the word "Heshuo."

"Heshuo, this word is not simple." No matter how ignorant Wang Guan was, he didn't know much about Qing culture, but because of the Qing palace opera, he understood that anyone who was the leader of Heshuo must be a big shot.

"Of course."

Director Wang nodded and explained: "Heshuo in Manchu language means one side. In the early Qing Dynasty, there were eight Heshuo Beile, and eight directions mean eight tribe leaders. The first level of title was Prince Heshuo, which is commonly known as the Iron Hat King, which is hereditary. Only the emperor's sons and brothers of the royal family are qualified to accept such titles, and there are not many. Looking at the nearly three hundred years of history of the Qing Dynasty, twelve princes of Heshuo were enfeoffed."

"Well, I understand, thank you Director Wang for your advice." Wang Guan said with thought on his face.

"You are welcome."

Director Wang waved his hand and said curiously: "But for no reason, what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!