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"Brother Duan, there are so many people."

"Stop talking nonsense, stop being too slow, hurry in and see the exhibits..."

If Wang Guan heard the conversation between the two, he would definitely know that they were Xiao Duan and Liu Liang. The two of them could not stand the loneliness. They heard that the cultural festival was being held here and they also came to watch the fun.

Of course, watching the fun is just by the way, but the real purpose is to investigate the market. I guess they saw the items at the exhibition today, and maybe a few days later, the same thing will appear on the market.

After coming in, Liu Liang couldn't help but sigh: "It's still comfortable in the hall, with air conditioning..."

"I'm asking you to come here, not for you to enjoy it, work quickly." Xiao Duan glared. After earning 200,000 yuan, he was full of confidence and bought a SLR directly. As soon as he entered the exhibition hall, he immediately aimed at each item and took a photo.

Not only him, but Liu Liang also has a camera in his hand, and he shoots continuously from different angles.

Seeing this, the people next to him didn't find it strange, because among the hundreds of people present, there were many people with cameras around their necks, and there were even several cameras, video recorders and so on in the corner. Someone saw the sign on the machine and immediately knew that it was a reporter from the provincial and municipal stations.

If I had seen the reporters on TV more than ten or twenty years ago, I guess there would have been many people watching. But now people are knowledgeable and are no longer surprised. I glanced at a few machines casually and then did whatever I should do. Instead of staring at the reporters and wasting time, it would be more practical to appreciate the items that were viewed in the exhibition.

It has to be said that for this cultural festival, Mr. Xing, Mr. Ji and others really took a lot of effort. The large exhibition hall displays many items, including calligraphy and paintings. A wide range of calligraphy and paintings are suspended in an orderly manner on the surrounding walls, and some are fixed in the air with shelves, making the exhibition hall full of ancient and ancient book fragrance.

If someone understands the trick, he stops to watch it carefully. He shakes his head and tastes. If someone doesn’t understand, he just watches the fun and enjoys it while watching the flowers.

Perhaps only a small number of people can master the essence of culture, but they have always been for the public. Culture without the support of the public will definitely not last long. Throughout history, I don’t know how many people have written poems and lyrics, but how many have been passed down? Even if luck has been passed down, it is familiar to people. How many poems can be recited casually?

Taking Emperor Qianlong as an example, the number of poems he wrote in his life is astonishing. Some people count the approximate numbers, one is said to be 39,000 poems, the other is said to be 430,000 poems. No matter which data it is, all the poems recorded in the entire Tang poems are not as many as Emperor Qianlong.

Such an amazing output is not only the person who wrote the most poems in Chinese history, but also the person who wrote the most poems in the world through ancient times. You can apply for the Guinness World Record. And you don’t have to worry about someone breaking his record.

However, Emperor Qianlong wrote so many poems in his life, but none of them were remembered or passed down by later generations. Even in any version of the history of Chinese poetry, no one has ever included the emperor who wrote the most poems. It is a miracle and a joke.

The reason is nothing more than that Qianlong's poems lack a mass base, or that his poems are purely for self-entertainment. He wrote them for himself to read them, and used to admire themselves, rather than to entertain the public.

Some modern cultural people have a problem with Emperor Qianlong. They always feel that their works are very elegant, and they are not in harmony with the world. Then they find that their works cannot be sold. These people never want to check whether they are divorced from reality. They only blame the public for not having aesthetic views and not knowing how to appreciate them...

In this regard, Wang Guan wanted to spit out their faces. It was obvious that they did not have the fairy talent of Li Taibai and Su Dongpo, but they were unwilling to put down their figure and learn from Bai Juyi. Bai Juyi was a great poet. After writing the poem, he asked the old woman first. It doesn't matter if the old woman doesn't understand it, so just change it until the old woman understands it. It would be strange that such easy-to-understand poems cannot be passed down through the ages.

In fact, the ancients were very clear about the principle that articles were written in time and poems were written in order to be done. Articles and poems shouldered the heavy responsibility of social education, so naturally I hope everyone can understand it. To put it bluntly, it means speaking human words and being down-to-earth.

Unfortunately, no matter what we have in the past and present, there are always many people who go against this right direction.

Back to the point, at this moment, everyone was watching the exhibits with relish. Then someone was surprised to find that on the middle wall of the exhibition hall, something was covered up with a piece of red cloth, and a cordon was set up around. It goes without saying that behind the red cloth, there must be something precious.

Thinking of this, near this wall, many people gathered around and curiously inquired about the situation.

"Do you know what's going on?"

"have no idea……"

Many people shook their heads in confusion, but some people said proudly: "I know some internal news."

Under the attention of others, the man smiled: "My son's girlfriend's brother-in-law, the brother-in-law of the brother-in-law of the brother-in-law of the son of my next neighbor, is the security guard here. He just told me that this thing is very precious and even alarmed the leaders of the province. Now these leaders are coming, and they will only uncover the red cloth when they come..."

It's true that this person's internal news is also quite reliable.

Not long after, the provincial leaders came, the director of the Provincial Department of Culture and the leaders of the local cultural bureau. Surrounded by a group of people, they rushed in.

At this time, the reporters from the provincial and municipal stations naturally understood how to act according to the situation. They picked up long spears and short cannons to point them at these people, and then took photos. The intensity of the flashing shine completely covered the incandescent lamps in the hall.

These leaders have also been tested for a long time, without blinking, and their smiles on their faces were even brighter, and they cooperated to make postures. After three or five minutes, they slowly came to the side of the red cloth.

At the same time, Director Su didn't know which corner he came out and handed over several microphones.

Obviously, the leader is about to speak. As soon as he sees this situation, the people who come to watch the exhibition instinctively need to avoid it, and some people have even turned around and walked out.

"Here, I want to announce a good news, great news..."

At this moment, someone spoke. He deserved to be the leader of the Department of Culture. As soon as he opened his mouth, he directly grabbed the main contradiction and attracted everyone's attention.

“What good news?”

"It must be related to what's behind the red cloth."

"It's probably a precious item like calligraphy and painting."

Don’t underestimate anyone. The masses have a sharp eye. You can roughly guess the background of things from the shape of the red cloth, but you just don’t know how precious things are.

Among the crowd, Xiao Duan squinted his eyes and looked at the red cloth. He felt that such a size and length were vaguely familiar with him: "I think I've seen it somewhere..."

"Brother Duan, what did you say?" Liu Liang said blankly: "What have you seen?"

"Nothing." Xiao Duan shook his head and said, "Please note that the provincial department attaches so much importance to it, it is definitely an amazing thing."

Others also had the same idea. Those who originally wanted to leave stopped immediately and slowly gathered around, which made the leaders of the Department of Culture very happy. They secretly admired that the director was the director and their organizational work ability was indeed extraordinary.

After catching everyone's attention, the director immediately smiled and began to talk about the importance of the Cultural Festival. How much the Cultural Affairs Department attaches great importance to it, how brave people from all walks of life are participating...

After some unnutritional nonsense, everyone began to feel a little impatient and wondered if they had been cheated. For a moment, the crowd that had originally gathered showed signs of looseness.

Seeing this, the director instantly changed his mind: "For example, the items in the exhibition hall were collected with the strong support of people from all walks of life. They also included a national treasure behind me. This is a rare treasure with unparalleled cultural value and research value..."

"Have you heard it? It's indeed a treasure."

"Nonsense, if it weren't a good thing, how could it be hidden so tightly?"

After a sentence, the effect was immediately effective, and the originally loose situation disappeared immediately. However, the director was not stupid, and knew that some things could not be repeated again and again. Since we had already talked about this, the director simply followed the flow and continued to smile: "I believe everyone must be very concerned about what rare treasure this is, right?"

In this place, the director paused, and the people below gave him a very good face and responded sparsely. Although the sound was not neat enough, it was enough to surprise the director. So much so that in the post-production of the provincial TV station, the response sound was increased several times, forming a classic example of the interaction between officials and the people.

Less gossip, anyway, when I was in a good mood, the director immediately greeted the leaders who accompanied me, and then stood beneath the red cloth. Each of them grabbed a hanging rope belt. After the reporter took more than a dozen photos, he pulled the rope belt one by one. The red cloth fell one by one, gradually showing a long scroll of calligraphy.

“Huh?”

Liu Liang glanced at him and said in surprise: "Brother Duan, isn't this... not something sold to Xing Qiu?"

At this time, Liu Liang lowered his voice and said, "How come he appears here? Could it be that boy treats it as a real thing, so take it out and participate in the exhibition."

"It's possible." Xiao Duan was also very surprised, but he agreed with Liu Liang's statement.

At this moment, the director said happily: "I'll introduce you to you, this is a long scroll of large characters for the Chibi essays in front and back. Based on the meticulous examination of the masters of calligraphy and painting appraisal of our province, Mr. Chi and others, it was finally confirmed that this was the original manuscript of Mr. Dongpo, and it is a priceless national treasure-level cultural relic. Now we invite Mr. Chi to come on stage and give you a detailed explanation..."

"What, the original work of Su Dongpo?"
Chapter completed!