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Text Chapter 115 A library is priceless

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    The vault was opened, but the people present were all distinguished people. Although they were all eager to see what Qin Wei had left behind, and that he had to use such a large vault, they still gave the first place to Gu Changjun.  .  After Gu Changjun took the lead into the warehouse, they filed in behind him.  But no one expected that the door would be blocked after only two or three people entered.  Immediately afterwards, the exclamations of brothers Qin Zhihong, Qin Zhijun, and the president of HSBC reached everyone's ears: "Oh my God!" "His uncle-"  "What's wrong?" The exclamations behind him were heard.  The group of people became more and more curious and squeezed in one after another.  Then, the vault could no longer be quiet.  "Oh my God, did the old man move the Forbidden City here?" "It's not the Forbidden City, it's the Louvre! Look at that oil painting That's Picasso!" "Van Gogh, it's Van Gogh! There are works of Van Gogh here  "Wheatfield with Crows" and "Sunflowers", aren't these the ones that are said to have disappeared? It turned out that they were hidden by the old man.  On the 8th, Taibai wrote a book on the balcony This is Li Bai¡¯s only calligraphy treasure left in the world! Isn¡¯t it said to have been collected by Zhang Boju? ¡°This is it!  What? This, this can any of you help me see if this is Su Shi?" "'I have been in Huangzhou for three years.' Yes, it is Su Shi's "Han Shi".  "Post" There is no one here who doesn't know how to do it, even if he really doesn't know how to do it.  I also understand it more or less.  However, everyone felt as if they were in a dream when they saw all kinds of authentic paintings and calligraphy hanging in the entire vault.  The vault covers an area of ??three to four hundred square meters and is more than three meters high. The walls are already covered with all kinds of rare treasures of calligraphy and painting, but this is not counting, because in the center of the warehouse, there is a square  There are dozens of boxes lined up.  It was placed there as casually as a suitcase when moving.  It's just that this suitcase is a bit bigger.  On average, each one is two meters long and more than one meter high.  You can imagine how many priceless treasures are stored in it.  "Brother, that's all I said, did you really find it for me?" Gu Changjun was so moved that he wanted to cry.  He didn't expect that just a few days after he told Qin Wei, this guy would actually get so many antiques for him Li Bai's only writing left in the world.  Su Shi's calligraphy works even include works by Picasso and Van Gogh.  Although these works were a bit strange, such as Van Gogh's "Sunflowers", he remembered that he had seen news that it had been auctioned in Europe only a few years ago.  Why was Qin Wei sent to this vault? And there were eight paintings at once? Although the paintings seemed to be different, was this too much? There was also Picasso's "Boy with a Pipe"  Son", I heard that it sold for 200 million US dollars at an auction a few years ago, why are they here? Could it be that the foreigners auctioned fake goods? "Um, Zheng, Mr. Zheng." Gu Changjun felt that he should find someone knowledgeable.  Go ask.  He looked around and found that Qin Zhijun and Qin Yiwei, father and daughter, were the most familiar to him.  It's a pity that Liu also likes to be acquainted the most, so it's better not to ask. Besides the two father and daughter, the closest person to him is the boss of HSBC Bank.  HSBC has always had a good reputation, and this president should be more trustworthy.  So, he slowly leaned over: "Mr. Zheng, um" "What are you doing?" The old man, who had always been friendly since we met, turned around and glared at him, "Don't hinder me from appreciating art!" "  What kind of art is this?" Gu Changjun glanced at the painting that the old man was admiring. He had a curly mane, a super fat butt, and had to pretend to be a four-hoofed mammal with long hissing ears. He curled his lips and said, "This is  "Horse?" "That's not true." The old man was immediately furious, "This is a treasure handed down by Zhao Ye Bai + O. It is rumored that it was sold to the British by the antique dealer Xiao Huchen before World War II. He didn't want it to be taken back by Mr. Qin.  If you don¡¯t understand, don¡¯t talk nonsense!¡± ¡°Is this the real thing?¡± Gu Changjun asked again unfortunately.  "You, you get out of here -" "Fuck!" He was actually driven away.  Isn't it just asking if it is true? As for this? I am a customer of your bank.  Gu Changjun was very dissatisfied with Old Man Zheng's attitude, but after all, he still didn't dare to talk back to the old guy who was in a state of fanaticism Isn't it just a painting? As for falling into a state of madness all of a sudden? Are you an orc or a Beamon? "  What is the relationship between the old man and your family?" Qin Zhijun suddenly jumped up to Gu Changjun's side again, gnashing his teeth: "Do you know the value of these things? Why did he leave them to you?" "I, I,  This" Gu Changjun shook his head, he was indeed a little embarrassed.  Although he doesn't know how to do it, he??Understand that the treasures in this library add up to more than just being priceless.  Not to mention anything else, if the relevant departments knew about Li Bai's painting "Posting on the Balcony", they would probably be beaten to death and would not let it go abroad.  As for Picasso's "Boy with a Pipe", the original news said that it was auctioned for more than 200 million US dollars. Now that it is being sold, as long as the news is released, he is sure that countless European and American collectors and museum agents will be like rabies.  The same thing jumped in front of him No wonder Qin Zhijun was so angry and unwilling. If he were to let him go, he might have murderous intentions: "I, I have a good relationship with your old man!" "Good for you, uncle!" Qin Zhijun scolded directly.  He said, without caring about the demeanor of an ambassador-level diplomat, "I and the old man are close relatives and have a better relationship. Why didn't he leave it to me?" "I'm not sure about this" Gu Changjun had no good intentions.  She looked at him with disbelief, "Perhaps, you are not your father's son?" "Say one more thing, do you believe that I will prevent you from getting out of this warehouse?" Qin Zhijun said in a ferocious voice.  "It's a joke. You are such an adult and you don't have any sense of humor." Gu Changjun shuddered and hurriedly stepped aside.  The Qin family members probably want to pick him apart now, so it's better not to be too arrogant.  Moreover, just these treasures hanging outside have already made the eyes of people like Qin Zhijun and HSBC President Zheng red.  The one hidden in the box by Qin Wei Gu Changjun licked his tongue, walked to the purple wooden box in the middle, and opened the lid.  "Qi Baishi?" Mr. Zheng's head suddenly stretched out from behind Gu Changjun, which frightened him so much that his heart jumped.  "I said Mr. Zheng, if you don't do this, why are you running behind me if you don't admire that white horse of yours?" Gu Changjun covered his heart and couldn't help complaining.  "Don't be offended, don't be offended. I'm just too curious." Mr. Zheng didn't seem to remember that he had scolded Gu Changjun with the word "go away". He also seemed to have forgotten whose things in the library belonged to him, and actually bent over.  He took out a stack of scrolls from the box.  No wonder he was curious.  This association is very strange.  Because they were not rolled up and put into a paper tube during collection like many famous paintings, but were spread out flatly, stacked one by one into a thick pile, and then used a few  A bundle of string.  That way, it is easy for people to think of stacks of various certificates "Even if Qi Baishi's works are not that valuable, there is no need to treat him like this. After all, he is still a master." Mr. Zheng was obviously a little dissatisfied.  He has several masterpieces by Qi Baishi in his home, and he often plays with them in his spare time.  Although other "authors" in this room, such as Li Bai, Su Shi, Van Gogh, Picasso, Gauguin, etc., seem to be more famous than Qi Baishi.  The works are also more valuable, but Qi Baishi is also a modern painting master. In a thousand years, no one will be worse than the other.  But the works of such a master were tied up like those certificates Anyone would be dissatisfied with Qi Baishi.  "Qi Baishi still has English signatures?" Gu Changjun couldn't see what these works had to do with Qi Baishi. He was just a little curious why there was English on the corners of this association It is said that the masters during the Republic of China were erudite and versatile.  He is a master of painting and can use English easily even if he leaves a word.  And it¡¯s quite beautifully written.  This is much better than him.  "This, this is not English." Mr. Zheng's attention was drawn to the corner. The old man looked at it carefully, let out a sigh of relief, and put the things back in the box, "Young man, this is Spanish.  It's Picasso's autograph!" "Ah?" Gu Changjun was stunned, "Picasso signed Qi Baishi's painting?" "This is a work copied by Picasso. No wonder I always feel weird when I look at it" Mr. Zheng shook his head.  He shook his head, and then sighed: "When I was talking about collecting with people earlier, I heard that Zhang Daqian visited Picasso three times when he went to Europe in the 1950s and 1960s, but he was not accepted. But Zhang Daqian is not  Not giving up, they finally met him. The two talked about art, and Picasso took out a large bundle of works and said to Zhang Daqian: "I don't dare to go to your China, because there is Qi Baishi in China."  Those works are not his own paintings, they are all copies of Qi Baishi's works" "Really or not?" Gu Changjun felt a little confused, "Picasso is much better than Qi Baishi, right?" "It's because of his great reputation.  , It's not about level." Mr. Zheng glared at him, "Otherwise, with Picasso's status as a mountain in the European art world at that time, why would he praise him like this when Qi Baishi was not present? He could just exaggerate Daqian directly to his face.  After all, he is a senior, and Zhang Daqian is also a world-famous Chinese artist after all. He came all the way to your home to visit you, and asked to see you three times. You, Picasso, put a big hat on Zhang Daqian and boasted more. This is called politeness.  ', also called 'support', and he can't make a mistake. But Qi Baishi is the third party and has nothing to do with Picasso. Why is Picasso here?Zhong Cheng went to 'support' him.  Therefore, Picasso's words of praise for Qi Baishi were his innermost thoughts, just like a clean towel without much moisture.  " "Really?" Gu Changjun still couldn't believe it: "Their popularity is so different.  " "Why did I lie to you? And who said Qi Baishi's reputation is worse than Picasso?" Mr. Zheng was obviously a little annoyed by Gu Changjun's words: "I remember it should be in 1956, the World Peace Council announced that the 1955 International  The peace prize was awarded to Qi Baishi.  Since then, Qi Baishi has become an art master comparable to Picasso in international reputation, representing the two worlds of the East and the West respectively.  In the 1960s, he was even named one of the top ten cultural celebrities in the world!  Is this called poor visibility?You young people only know about foreign countries all day long.  Look at Mr. Qin, Picasso¡¯s own paintings are all outside, but his copies of Qi Baishi¡¯s works are kept inside. What is this? This is pride, pride!  " "Yes, yes, he is proud.  But Qi Baishi also suffered a big loss.  Gu Changjun sighed, "A Picasso painting can cost as little as tens of millions of dollars, or as much as one or two hundred million dollars. How much does one painting cost for him? He has lost a lot of money."  " "The value of art is not determined by price.  "Qin Yiwei appeared out of nowhere. First he looked down upon Gu Changjun, and then like magic, he pulled out a flat black wooden box from behind and smiled mysteriously at Gu Changjun: "Good stuff.  , I found it in the box over there, it was left to you by my great grandfather, do you want to see it?"
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