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Because the damage was too serious, Fatty Jin couldn't tell, so he asked the second master to come over and check it out. He felt that this painting was very unusual.

Don't ask why, rely on the intuition of the appraiser.

"At least it's the Song Dynasty, maybe it's the Tang Dynasty." After some research, Bai Erye came to this conclusion excitedly.

Liu Qingshan made a decisive decision: "Take it."

Regardless of whether it comes from a famous artist or not, only this dynasty is worth collecting.

Second Master Bai held the magnifying glass again and examined it carefully.

Because he is a restoration expert, his perspective is slightly different from Fatty Jin's, and he can even roughly restore the repaired appearance through the broken and blurred appearance in front of him.

After careful inspection, Second Master Bai's voice suddenly became excited:

"These characters should be painted as immortals. Judging from the posture of the belts, they have a bit of a Wu belt."

When the others heard it, they were also taken aback.

Even a layman like Liu Qingshan knows what Wu Dai Dangfeng means.

It was when Wu Daozi, a master of the Tang Dynasty, was painting figures. The figures in the painting had fluttering clothes and belts, as if being blown by the wind, elegant and elegant, so it is called Wu Dai Dangfeng.

If it is really the work of the painting saint, then their hard work these days will be worth it.

Not to mention half a month of hard work, even half a year or even half a lifetime, it's worth it!

Liu Qingshan also suppressed the excitement in his heart: "Second Master, can it be repaired?"

Second Master Bai nodded: "If it's really a holy painting, even if I peel off my skin and stick it on it, I'm willing."

"Take it for now, and we'll talk about it after we get back home." Liu Qingshan saw that their actions had attracted the attention of the administrator outside the door, so he waved his hand lightly, signaling everyone to disperse first.

And Bai Erye carefully kept the silk painting.

The old man used to do a job back then, which was to help a master of traditional Chinese painting named Xu to restore the authentic painting of a painting saint he bought, and that painting was called 81 Immortals.

Of course, the understanding of things that have been repaired by oneself is profound.

Bai Erye had a feeling: the work in front of him is very likely to be equivalent to that one.

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Liu Qingshan and his party have been busy in England for more than half a month.

By the time they returned to the capital, it was already the end of December.

Here in the capital, it is the coldest time of the year, and even the flow of people at the airport is in a hurry.

However, there was a group of people standing in the cold wind, looking forward to it.

"Boss and the others are coming out!" Cao Xiaofei yelled, and everyone rushed to meet him.

Liu Qingshan and the others were also wearing down jackets, carrying suitcases in their hands, looking a bit dusty.

"Teacher, why are you here!" Fatty Jin exclaimed, because he found that there was a fat old man surrounded by the crowd, who was his mentor.

Liu Qingshan was also quite surprised, and hurried forward: "Mr., why are you here in such a cold day!"

Mr. Yuan Bai raised his hand and waved it lightly: "If you don't take a look, you won't be able to sleep or eat well."

Liu Qingshan naturally knew what the old man was talking about, so he stopped talking, greeted Wang Xiaobing and Cao Xiaofei, and first helped the old man into the car.

Those who came to pick up the station also included several experts from the museum, led by the vice-president, Researcher Shan.

In addition, there are Uncle Lu and others, all of whom are from the Qingshan Museum.

In addition to the bus that was coming, there were also several vans that were also on standby.

After all the consigned items have been collected, the loading begins.

The biggest piece is a large wooden box more than two meters high, which is tightly packed.

There are also two smaller ones, and the same is true.

Most of them were small boxes containing ancient books. Fortunately, there were many cars, and they were all transported back in one trip.

Of course, Liu Qingshan couldn't go home first, so he followed the convoy and went to the Qingshan Museum first.

Along the newly built outer ring and around the museum, everyone carefully carried the boxes in.

The inside of the museum is as warm as spring, and there are special heating equipment here.

After the work was over, everyone clustered around the box with extremely eager eyes.

Fatty Jin opened a box first with a smile: "Look, this is a Song edition book I found with my own hands."

Everyone went up to watch, and they all nodded: the paper is leather paper, and the characters on it are solemn and majestic, which really shows the superb engraving and printing skills, no wonder Fatty Jin is so frightened.

"This one is even more powerful. It's written by Lay Dongpo." Bai Erye also showed another treasure.

The crowd gathered around again, a lot of praise, of course there is no lack of envy.

But these are appetizers, the real main course, or the two heavy items in exchange.

Everyone gathered around the tallest wooden box, and the workers of the museum carefully unpacked the box, first removing the outer wooden boards, and inside was a layer of cardboard boxes.

After opening it, all the fillings were cleaned up, finally revealing the Liao three-color Arhat statue inside.

"Wow!"

There was an exclamation in the hall.

What appeared in front of my eyes was a yellow, green, and white tricolor Buddha statue, the same body as a real person, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The face is lifelike, and the hands are in the mudra in front of the abdomen, and the fingers are no different from real people.

The painted sculpture is dressed in a green monk's robe and a golden cassock, and the folds of the clothes are completely visible.

The whole statue of Arhat looks solemn and respectful, which makes people have an impulse to worship.

"Amitabha Buddha." I don't know who it is, and I can't help but recite it in my mouth.

Researcher Shan also said softly: "Back then, Master Jianzhen of Japan returned to his country for exhibition, and some poets sang it like this. The blind sage returned to his hometown, and cauliflower flowers were everywhere."

"This situation is even better than that day!"

Everyone nodded again and again. After all, the statue of Arhat in front of them had really returned home.

"If all the three-color arhat statues of the Liao Dynasty living abroad can go home and reunite, I will die without regret." Fatty Jin also put away the smile on his face and became extremely serious.

In Liu Qingshan's mind, he had secretly made a certain decision.

There were also a few reporters present, and after getting permission, they clicked and took pictures. This is a good news topic.

Everyone admired it for a long time, and then the Arhat statue was first invited to the warehouse, and the corresponding booth display cabinet had to be made before it could be officially exhibited.

Then, two smaller boxes were also opened.

Two most authentic Yuan blue and white elephant trunk bottles with dragon patterns are displayed in front of everyone.

Everyone's heart can only be described as shock.

"The country's most important weapon." Researcher Shan shook his head while admiring.

When he was in the Qingshan Museum, he was already amazed when he saw the two large pots with blue and white characters.

But compared with the two elephant trunk bottles in front of me, they are insignificant.

The experts admired it, and then watched helplessly as the treasure was put into the warehouse.

Liu Qingshan is also satisfied: his museum now has three large blue and white vessels from the Yuan Dynasty, which can be regarded as unique.

The reporters also left excitedly, hurrying back to write articles.

After all the outsiders dispersed, and only old Mr. Yuan Bai and Researcher Shan were left, Liu Qingshan opened a wooden box.

Then Second Master Bai carefully held out the silk scroll from the inside, looking at Second Master's appearance, even when he was hugging his own grandson, he probably wasn't so careful.

The picture scroll was laid flat on the table, and Bai Erye had already carried out a simple dust removal process, so the picture appeared much clearer.

Mr. Yuan Bai took a magnifying glass and couldn't wait to check the seal on the painting.

The few people around also held their breath, not daring to breathe.

After watching for more than half an hour, Mr. Yuan Bai raised his head. He blinked vigorously, and his usually indifferent face was filled with excitement.

Fatty Jin quickly helped the teacher to sit on the chair, and someone beside him brought a cup of tea.

Slowing down, the old man suddenly let out a long breath: "I can see the authentic painting of the saint, and I feel like I am in heaven."

Huh, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, Liu Qingshan clenched his fists: it is really Wu Daozi's authentic work.

Now he just wants to look up to the sky and laugh three times: As expected, the emperor is worthy of his painstaking efforts. In the dark, God has his own will. This is using his hands to bring this national treasure back!

At such an old age, Second Master Bai wept with joy: "Don't worry, everyone, no matter what, I will completely restore this national treasure, otherwise, I will die with regret!"

Fatty Jin danced like a child: "Haha, we actually found the works of the saint of painting. This matter is enough to brag about for a lifetime!"

Although the real owner of this painting is Liu Qingshan, is this important to them?

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all, as long as this thing is preserved in the land of China, it is the common spiritual wealth of all people.

As for the Qingshan Museum, with this painting saint's work, it is equivalent to owning the treasure of the town hall.

Even the pickiest connoisseurs dare not say anything when they come here. This private museum is not up to the mark.

What's more, in the Calligraphy and Painting Gallery, there are second-level national treasure paintings such as the red and white hibiscus.

In the Ceramics Hall, there are Ru kiln porcelain from the Song Dynasty, heavy blue and white wares from the Yuan Dynasty, chicken bowl cups from the Ming Dynasty, and official kiln porcelain from the Qing Dynasty, all of which have been passed down in an orderly manner.

In the Bronze Hall, although there are no national treasures like the bronze tripods of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, Xuande furnaces, bronze animal heads, etc. are also very precious.

These are the cultural relics that best represent the characteristics of China, and the Qingshan Museum has enough cultural relics to overwhelm the array.

It can be said that compared to those large museums with Chinese prefixes, it is not inferior, and Liu Qingshan is proud enough.

However, Liu Qingshan is not complacent, because he knows that compared with the precious cultural relics lost overseas, his place is just a drop in the bucket and still needs to work hard.

"How much is this Wu Daozi's painting worth?" Old Maoer still couldn't bear it, and asked a relatively unprofessional question.

Because everyone knows that such a treasure is priceless, but there must be a value to measure it.

"Ten million yuan is worth it after all." Researcher Shan sighed, even their museum is greedy.

And Liu Qingshan knows better, now it is tens of millions of yuan, then in a few decades, it will be hundreds of millions, billions of billions.

The deal with the British Museum this time must be a big profit.

Mr. Yuan Bai exhorted: "Qingshan, let this matter sink for a few years before announcing it to the public."

Liu Qingshan nodded, and understood the old man's kindness.

Looking at the time, it was already evening, so Liu Qingshan hurriedly went to the restaurant on the other side of the film and television city to celebrate.

Mr. Yuan Bai shook his hand: "This big meal is enough for me to think about it for a long time."

Everyone laughed together, so why didn't they feel this way in their hearts?

The spiritual food is even more memorable.

Liu Qingshan arranged for a driver to take the old man back, and Fatty Jin followed him after he was exhausted from the journey.

Researcher Shan and the others also bid farewell. They have a long time to come. During this time, they must visit the Qingshan Museum frequently.

Only then did Liu Qingshan lead everyone home, and when they arrived at Liulichang's house, it was already dark.

"elder brother!"

Accompanied by a few crisp calls, the fourth, fifth, and sixth rushed up together, surrounded Liu Qingshan, jumping and jumping.

Liu Qingshan patted their little heads one by one: "Go into the house, it's cold outside."

"No matter how cold it is, it's not as cold as our hometown. Hurry up and go home after the winter vacation." The little brother grabbed his brother's arm and jumped into the house.

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth also curled up slightly: Yes, it's time to go home, there is still a wife and children at home.

The mother and the dumb grandpa were also there. After the dumb grandpa came back first, there was naturally a lot of excitement.

After all, after receiving such a great honor, everyone was jubilant up and down.

Grandpa Dumb was once again interviewed by the Supreme Leader, and took the opportunity to submit a proposal on the development of the Chinese medicine industry.

Then the dumb grandfather began to devote himself to the treatment of the king of the universe. This is a long-term process, and a special medical team was established.

The dumb grandpa gave a treatment plan, and the rest was in charge of the specific doctor, so the dumb grandpa was able to escape.