On the airport runway.
Today is Sunday, and there are many people returning home.
On the flight, there was a huge flow of people boarding the plane, and the luggage compartment was packed in the blink of an eye. Dong Xuebin was among the last ones to board the plane. Seeing this posture, he didn't dare to put the bag on it. He just carefully held it in his arms, found a seat, and sat in the back row by the window. He put on his seat belt to tighten his waist, and then gently placed Bodhisattva Statue and the landscape painting bag beside his thigh.
Suddenly, the seat lifted, and a person sat down next to him. The Power of Time and Wealth 408
The seats here are relatively narrow, and the cloth bag takes up a little space, so when the person sat down, his knees bumped Dong Xuebin his legs.
Dong Xuebin felt a pain in his leg and took a breath subconsciously.
"Oh, I'm sorry." The middle-aged man apologized. "I'm sorry, young man."
As soon as he heard that the other party had an accent of Beijing, Dong Xuebin smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a joke, haha."
Mu Zhengzhong turned his legs inward and said with a smile, "Beijing are from? International students, right?"
"Studying abroad? I have been working for two years and I need to do some errands." Dong Xuebin looked at him and blinked, "You came here to travel? You look familiar."
Mu Zhengzhong said, "It's not a trip, I came here to buy some antiques, but I didn't make it."
"Antiques? Haha, I like them too."
This middle-aged man, who looks very familiar to Dong Xuebin, seems to be in his forties but not yet fifty. He has a Chinese character face and thick eyebrows. He seems quite polite and humble. He has the character of a serious Old Beijing person. They are all fellow villagers and they sit together. Dong Xuebin is also idle when he is idle. He chatted about antiques, but once he got to Dong Xuebin, he was impressed. Mu Zhengzhong was very knowledgeable in cultural relics, which was not comparable to Dong Xuebin. Tang and Song Dynasties had knowledge of cultural relics from generation to generation in Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties at his fingertips.
Dong Xuebin The more he listened, the more curious he became. Suddenly a name came to mind. He couldn't help but slap his thigh, "Hey, look at my brain. Are you Mu Zhengzhong?"
Mu Zhengzhong chuckled, "Do we know each other?"
"I know you, but you definitely don't know me. I have admired my name for a long time."
"It's not that evil." Mu Zhengzhong smiled and shook his head, "My reputation is all blown up by the media. Don't let the TV deceive me, haha."
"You are so humble."
Mu Zhengzhong's name is well-known in the collecting world. Dong Xuebin worked in an antique store when he was in college. Of course we know him. In Capital City, the first private store The People's Museum is the work of Mu Zhengzhong. His wealth is far beyond describing his personal property. If all the collections in his museum are sold through auction procedures, I believe their value will definitely be an astronomical figure. However, it seems that people do not open museums to make money, but to provide a cultural environment. I heard that Mu Zhengzhong is also committed to charity. Dong Xuebin respects this kind of people very much.
What a coincidence.
Dong Xuebin said cheerfully, "This is meeting an old friend in a foreign country, Teacher Mu, you have to tell me about collecting antiques. It's not easy to meet you. I have to ask for your advice."
Mu Zhengzhong waved his hand, "I often punch in my eyes too."
"You are so humble, you are looking down on me." The Power of Time and Wealth 408
"Haha, no, don't ask for advice, let's discuss it with each other."
"Okay, can I ask then? What do you think of antiques? What is its value?"
Dong Xuebin has already had a preliminary idea in his mind. He originally planned to donate "Sesshu's Splashed Ink Landscape" to Palace Museum. Now that he thinks about it, it is really inappropriate. Nothing else. Second-Class Cultural Relic is okay to talk about, but national treasure-level cultural relics involve too many things, which will inevitably cause some diplomatic disputes. Now it seems that private The People's Museum seemed to be a good choice, at least it wouldn't have much to do with the national level. However, Dong Xuebin didn't know much about Mu Zhengzhong, so he maintained a cautious attitude. With this in mind, Dong Xuebin simply didn't report his name, didn't remove his eyes, and just pretended to be an ordinary young man.
Mu Zhengzhong is a very easy-going and low-key person. He always flies in economy class. No one can tell that he is a rich man. He also has a good impression of Dong Xuebin and Mu Zhengzhong, both of whom are Beijing man, this young man has a good temperament, so he met Dong Xuebin and asked. Mu Zhengzhong didn't hide anything. He simply told everything he knew about antiques. It would be nice to have someone to chat with after a three-hour flight.
One hour...
Two hours...
The two of them had a very good chat, talking and laughing.
Dong Xuebin feels that he is quite accurate in judging people. Mu Zhengzhong left a very good impression on him. He is not as hypocritical as people in the officialdom. He is sincere and magnanimous. He is a person worth befriending.
Finally, Dong Xuebin brought the topic to "Sesshu's Splashed Ink Landscape".
Mu Zhengzhong smiled and said, "You can ask me about this painting. Haha, to be honest, I have only seen National Museum twice in "Sesshu's Splashed Ink Landscape". Well, as for the evaluation, I can't say. After all, there are some cultural differences with our country, but I am so Let's put it bluntly, our country can't even call Mr. Qi Baishi's painting a national treasure, and it's not even a first-class or two-class cultural relic. However, "Sesshu's Splashed Ink Landscape" can be regarded as a national treasure, and even ranks among the best among national treasures. I don't need to mention its historical value and economic value."
Dong Xuebin blinked and said, "Can you draw so well?"
"That's for sure. What's wrong, young man? Are you so interested in antiques?"
"Ahem, that's not the case. I'm just curious that they can draw better than Mr. Qi?"
"It can't be said that. National conditions are different. The most important thing about "Sesshu's Splashed Ink Landscape" is its historical value. Mr. Qi Baishi's paintings are good paintings, but they are more economical and ornamental, and "" "Sesshu's Splashed Ink Landscape"... there is no comparable "sex"." Finally, Mu Zhengzhong added, "But "Sesshu's Splashed Ink Landscape" is indeed a good painting. Although I have only seen it twice, it left a deep impression on me. Art has no boundaries."
Dong Xuebin nodded and said no more.
While chatting, Mu Zhengzhong suddenly said, "Young man, I still don't know what your name is?"
Dong Xuebin smiled and said, "My name is too vulgar, so I won't let you laugh at me. I'm sorry to say it."
Stunned for a moment, Mu Zhengzhong chuckled and didn't ask any more questions.
At about 6:40 in the evening, the plane landed on the Beijing Capital Airport runway amid turbulence. Dong Xuebin got off the plane, went through customs again, and walked out of the lobby with the bag. In the distance, Mu Zhengzhong was lighting up a cigarette at the entrance of the terminal, as if waiting for someone. After a few seconds, a Audi A8 stopped in front of him. There was only one driver in the car. Mu Zhengzhong smiled and nodded to the driver, put out the cigarette butt and got on the bus.
Dong Xuebin had been following him. Seeing this, he walked up, pulled the rear door, and got in the car.
The driver's expression changed, he turned around and frowned at him, wondering who this was.
Dong Xuebin said with a shy face, "Teacher Mu, I am a familiar person. Haha, can I give you a ride?" The Power of Time and Wealth 408
"Haha, of course it's no problem." Mu Zhengzhong also looked at him suspiciously, without asking any more questions, and said with a smile, "I'm not in a hurry, how about I send you back first?"
Dong Xuebin thought to himself that this Teacher Mu is really interesting. He nodded and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
The car drove off, got on and walked around the terminal building, preparing to get on the airport expressway.
Suddenly, on a service road outside the airport, Dong Xuebin stopped the driver, "Excuse me, please stop the car. Driver, can you please step aside? I have something to discuss with Teacher Mu."
The driver grimaced.
Mu Zhengzhong was also startled, "What's the matter?"
Dong Xuebin looked around, "It's very important. I can only tell you."
Mu Zhengzhong thought about it and felt puzzled in his eyes, but he had a lot of experience and had seen everyone. Finally, he waved to the driver and said, "Lao Zhou, get out of the car and have a cigarette first."
The driver said warily, "This person..."
"It's okay, go down."
Helpless, the driver had no choice but to open the door and get out of the car, walking not far away.
Mu Zhengzhong smiled bitterly and said, "Young man, what's so mysterious? Can you tell me?"
Seeing that there were no intersection cameras around, Dong Xuebin hummed, "Sorry Teacher Mu, the situation is quite special, but I was too abrupt, please forgive me."
"It's okay, can you tell me?"
Dong Xuebin, who was sitting in the back seat, moved his body to make some space, grabbed the cloth bag he had been holding in his hand, slowly unbuttoned it, took out a set of scrolls, untied the rubber bands, and handed it to the other party's hand.
Mu Zhengzhong looked down in confusion, took it and slowly opened it with his hands.
It doesn't matter at this glance, even though Mu Zhengzhong is well-informed, he was also shocked at this moment, ""Sesshu's Splashed Ink Landscape"!?"
Dong Xuebin was speechless.
Mu Zhengzhong was a little confused and didn't bother to talk to him. He immediately spread out all the scrolls and looked carefully up and down. Finally, he took a magnifying glass to look at it for a while, and finally came to a conclusion that stunned him, "It's an authentic work! It's the one from National Museum An authentic work!?" Mu Zhengzhong finally understood why the other party was so mysterious and why he didn't even tell him his name. He said dumbly, "Young man, I just heard that National Museum's was stolen in broad daylight before I got on the plane. This is..."
Dong Xuebin smiled and said, "Then I don't know. What do you think of this thing?"
Mu Zhengzhong couldn't laugh or cry, "It's a national treasure, of course it's not ordinary. Young man, you showed me a hot thing. What does this mean?"
Dong Xuebin said, "I don't know how to deal with it, so I want to ask you for advice."
Mu Zhengzhong quickly calmed down, took a breath, and looked at the painting again and again for a while. In the past, the national treasures of the Republic were exiled overseas. Mu Zhengzhong never thought that one day he would be able to hold the national treasures of other countries in his hands. He seemed a little excited, and countless questions came to his mind. Was this young man responsible for the theft of National Museum? But how did he escape? How did you get on the plane? Did you go through customs and take things back to your home country? Who the hell is this person?? ro! ~!