History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 349 What is your identity?
"It makes sense." He Dingxian said with a smile: "Taibo broke the bowl today, ruined the painting tomorrow, and burned the book the day after tomorrow."

"Anything can be fake."

Qiu De added: "Others will settle their accounts."

He Dingxian sneered: "Stolen once every few days, modify the inventory catalog?"

Qiu Degeng shook his head: "Oh, no matter how solid Taiwan Bo's foundation is, if they play like this, it will be in vain after decades."

Taibo lost cultural relics and damaged cultural relics not once or twice.

The national treasures that were transported by train from Nanjing to Xiamen Wharf in the past are all rare treasures and the best handed down from generation to generation.He quietly drifted overseas and lost his trace. Whose loss is it?

It is not the loss of a family, but the loss of the nation!
"During World War II, Beiping was in a hurry, and the cultural relics were selected and counted, and they were transported to the capital mountain city, then to Nanjing, and finally to Taiwan Island." He Dingxian recalled history: "It is said that there are more than 100 million precious cultural relics on Taiwan Island, including the complete "Siku" Quanshu", as well as a large number of government documents and letters of celebrities in the former Qing Dynasty, there are more than 2 pieces of oracle bone inscriptions, inscriptions on tripods from the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, and various royal treasures."

"However, at the beginning of the year when Taiwan Museum completed the inventory inventory, it only counted 69 cultural relics, and a large number of cultural relics were lost in the war."

Qiu Degen nodded: "Because there are too many cultural relics, after the southward relocation, Taiwan established the Taiwan Expo Office, and put the collection in the Beigou warehouse for inventory. At that time, there were more than 4000 boxes of cultural relics that were moved off the ship."

"It took six years to make a clean count. As for whether it is 100 million or 69, what we say doesn't count, but what they say counts!"

He Dingxian laughed: "According to their style, it will be difficult to start with the inventory of cultural relics this year. No wonder, they have to rush to ship. It seems that it is not only related to the power struggle of the Secrecy Bureau, but also to fight for more votes. .”

"These donated cultural relics will definitely not appear on the list of cultural relics at Taiwan Expo. In the future, donations and auctions can be done cleanly. It is directly claimed that they were exiled overseas during the war and returned from auctions at sky-high prices."

Qiu De even smiled and said: "They wipe their asses, we make a lot of money, big boss, it seems to be pretty good."

"Put down this "Quick Snow and Sunshine Post"."

He Dingxian pointed to the tabletop: "In two days, please invite a master to frame the post, and hang it on the wall as a work of art. When Ahua learns Chinese in the future, he can also practice his pen according to the post."

The original copy of "Quick Snow and Sunny Post" is only 23 cm long and 18.4 cm wide. However, literati, emperors and ministers of all dynasties printed postscripts on the back, resulting in a lot of ink paper pasted on the back. The "Quick Snow and Sunshine Picture" drawn in calligraphy gestures is pasted on the back.

When the whole volume is opened, it is actually a combination of calligraphy and painting, full of seals, and numerous postscripts.

Qianlong alone mentioned "supernatural skills", "dragon leaps over the gate of heaven, tiger leaps over the pavilion of phoenix", "the world is unparalleled, ancient and modern are unique" and so on.According to historical records, this is Qianlong's favorite calligraphy and painting, which was mentioned 71 times in his life.

The so-called tiba is actually the ancients writing "comments" after calligraphy and paintings, using the original as a platform carrier, and leaving their own comments for future generations to see.By the way, you can also show your own calligraphy level and artistic level.
In the name of the authentic work of the sage of calligraphy, anyone who can leave a tiba on it must be a famous person of a certain generation.

Dong Bangda's paintings were also summoned by Qianlong, and he made a special trip to the palace for calligraphy stickers.

"Qianlong, an old bone, is not very good, relying on his status to harden water on all kinds of calligraphy and authentic works." He Dingxian glanced at the paintings. Overshadowed by paintings.

There are a pile of seals in the corner, especially Sanxitang's, which looks like a dog skin plaster.

"Sanxitang" is the imperial study room of Qianlong's old bones, which is taken from the "Tongshu·Zhixue" written by Zhou Dunyi in the Northern Song Dynasty, "Shi Xixian, Xian Xisheng, Sheng Xitian".

All collections of calligraphy and painting will be covered with plaster, and the words "Sanxitang" will be printed on it.Among them, Wang Xizhi's "Quick Snow and Sunny Post", Wang Xianzhi's "Mid-Autumn Post", and Wang Xun's "Bo Yuan Post" were the most loved by Qianlong, and the three posts were also called "Sanxi".

Qiu De added: "Okay, big boss."

"I'll ask the master to help me frame it tomorrow."

He brought the name sticker to the big boss's house, and he originally wanted to hand over the real product to the big boss.After all, the value of "Quick Snow and Sunny Posts" is extraordinary, one post is worth ten thousand posts, and it is the best way for the big boss to manage it himself.

As for whether the big boss should hang up, or keep it, hide it.

It doesn't matter.

The big boss will never follow Qianlong's crazy inscriptions on it, will he?

"Brother Xian."

"There are people from the Secrecy Bureau visiting." At this time, Lard Boy stood at the door of the apartment and called softly.He Dingxian waved to the door and said, "Come in!"

"Yes."

"Big boss." Zhu Youzai was wearing a shirt, bowed and entered the door, and nodded to him when he saw Qiu Degeng, and then said: "People from the Secrecy Bureau found Dongfang Group, handed over their documents, explained a word, and left .”

"What?"

He Dingxian asked.

Qiu De got up to say goodbye and exited the room.

After closing the door, Zhu Youzai replied: "He said that people from Taiwan Island will call you at night, and I hope you can save face."

"Haha."

He Dingxian said with a smile: "Everything needs me to give face, treat me as thick-skinned, and show my face to the outside every day? But sooner or later, the call from the Secrecy Bureau will be answered. It is different from the people from the Secrecy Bureau. How can I secure the goods? Eat it?"

"Azi."

"have you eaten?"

His tone was relaxed, and he didn't keep the people from the Secrecy Bureau in mind.First of all, what is supposed to come will come sooner or later. Worrying too much is useless. If we can’t reach an agreement, the big deal is to expose the matter and donate all the cultural relics.At that time, the entire group of people involved in the Secrecy Bureau will be dead.

He Dingxian has the goods and materials in his hands, and holds the initiative, so he is the least afraid of causing trouble.Because, he won't lose money!
The people from the Secrecy Bureau lost their goods and lost their people.

Just having an accident with Xinji, who is controlled by Qian, will affect the pockets of many people.After all, many Taiwanese bureaucrats have cooperated with Xinji. It has to be said that smuggling cultural relics is indeed Xinji's biggest business, but it is not the only business.

The people in the Secrecy Bureau have nothing to eat, so it's not easy to smash the pot, right?In order to cultivate a large society like Xinji on Hong Kong Island, besides power, timing is also very important.Now that Xiang's family falls, other local associations will rise up immediately, and people who can't fall into Taiwan Island will get involved again.

Of course, He Dingxian had more than 1000 cultural relics in his hands, so he naturally didn't want to hand them over for nothing.Therefore, he has to fight with the hypocrisy of the Secrecy Bureau to try to push all the people involved into the fire pit.

Lard boy sat down with a smile, rubbed his hands and said, "I ate a few mouthfuls of pork chop rice casually in the company, Brother Xian, do you have something to eat?"

"Ah Nan, warm up the leftover meat and make a set meal for Ah Zai." He Dingxian opened his mouth to order, and Chu Yunnan immediately agreed, and quickly made the meal and served it to the table.Lard boy smiled and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

"I have a cup of scallop and abalone soup, let's serve it with rice." Chu Yunnan put a white soup cup by the table.

Lard Boy nodded his thanks and buried himself in cooking.

A fat guy like him likes to eat meat with a lot of oil and fat. His mouth is full of oil, and he feels very happy.

He Dingxian went back to the study, turned on a radio, read a book, and waited for the call.

"Welcome to the People's Radio, broadcasting to the station. It's [-]:[-] in the evening. According to news from Jinmen, two Taiwan soldiers fell into the sea and died during training this morning. The frontline officers and soldiers suggested that the Taiwan soldiers should be in the swimming pool first. Learn to swim, practice your skills before going into battle"

He Dingxian was holding a tidal business magazine in his hand, and he was stunned when he heard the broadcast, always feeling familiar.

"Ding ding ding."

"Ding ding ding."

The landline phone in the study rang.

He Dingxian picked up the phone, turned up the volume of the radio slightly with his hand, and asked aloud, "Hello, side?"

"Hello, Mr. He, I'm Hu Linying from the Secrecy Bureau." Hu Linying was sitting in a small dark room with a phone in his hand, his expression seemed a little excited.Du Changjiang was sitting next to him wearing earphones, holding a pen and paper in his hand to record the conversation between the two parties, and beside him was a processor that could amplify the sound track and process noise.

His expression was completely opposite to Hu Linying's. When he picked up the phone, he frowned with an ugly look.

"Secret Bureau?"

"Is there a security bureau on Hong Kong Island?" He Dingxian spoke in a calm and gentle manner.

Hu Linying replied: "We are the Secret Bureau of Taiwan Island. Presumably you also know us from Xiangqian. If you can return the goods seized by the marine police, I can invite Mr. He to come to Taiwan Island to do business together. Recently, Taiwan Island is Build a large number of factories and invest casually, even if you don’t start construction, you can still earn a lot by relying on the value of the land.”

"People who cooperate with our Secret Bureau will never be short of money. On the contrary, those who offend our Secret Bureau have money and have no place to spend it."

He Dingxian nodded: "I believe."

"But Taiwan Island's Bureau of Secrecy cannot control Hong Kong Island. Two questions. First, are you not afraid of causing diplomatic incidents when you shoot the Chinese police superintendent of the Hong Kong government? This is the territory of the British. Second, I am in Hong Kong Island. There are quite a few people, so I can play with you slowly, you have to make sure that you never step out of the island, otherwise, once you get out of the island, my brothers can't help but chop you up."

Hu Linying had expected his toughness for a long time, and there was no anger in her heart. All her thoughts were deeply attracted by a voice: "Broadcast People's Radio broadcasts to the station, and Broadcasting People's Radio broadcasts to the station to advise compatriots on the other side to return to the embrace of the motherland, and the relatives in the hometown , wife, children, noodles, rice, and sorghum from my hometown.”

"My hometown is waiting for you!"

Hu Linying turned her head to look at Du Changjiang, with a bitter look on the corner of her mouth.

"Give up the counterattack delusion and admit the end of the era."

"Work together for the nation-state!"

The radio is still on.

Hu Linying couldn't help asking: "He sir, what is your identity?"

(End of this chapter)