Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 365 Traffic Project Ten Years Ahead of Time

"One of the huge oil paintings, "The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains", was involuted by the collectors,"

The staff continued to report to Bureau Lu:
"As a result, when it was opened again, a large area of ​​color fell off, and the entire lower part of the screen detached...

More than 95% of the collections stored in the warehouse are covered with a layer of dust, and the damage of many works cannot yet be determined.

Among the works that have been counted: 381 pieces are moldy, broken, broken, moth-eaten, and water-stained...

According to the records handed over by the museum at that time, 21 works were marked as double-framed works, and 14 of them are now only single-framed after being opened;
In a box marked with 26 works, 10 were missing after opening...

In addition, when these confiscated items from the Xu Beihong Memorial Hall were first stored in the art museum, he took out many of the works without authorization and hung them on display.

When it was later moved to the Forbidden City, those works were still not returned...

The above is the cleaning work of calligraphy and painting, and then we will move into the cleaning work of seals, sculptures and other objects..."

Hearing this, not only Director Lu and Director Hou, but also Jiang Shan began to feel dizzy.

"Oh my god," Director Hou was the first to say, "In addition to paintings, there are also statues?"

The male comrade who reported the work smiled bitterly and said: "Not only are there statues, but also Mr. Xu Beihong's relics during his lifetime."

"Relics from his lifetime? There should be no shortage of these items."

"..." The gay man turned forward a few pages: "According to the initial inventory report last week, we are temporarily missing a peaked cap, a long gown, a pair of leather shoes, and a pair of cloth shoes..."

"Okay, okay,"

Lu Xuzhang waved his hand: "What does the Forbidden City say about the above situation?"

"Their reply was that they only provide storage space and are not responsible for custody."

Lu Xuzhang: “Where is the art museum?”

"The art museum said it was only responsible for the keys, not the safekeeping."

"That is to say..." Lu Xuzhang understood: "No one has asked about this warehouse for so many years?"

"It's said to be a warehouse, but it's actually an old house next to the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Even the doors and windows are broken," said the male comrade. "When we went back, there were piles of garbage, fallen leaves, and mold stains all over the walls. .

According to comrades from the Forbidden City, a year or two ago there were houses like this where confiscated items were stored..."

"Xiaojiang,"

At this time, Lu Xuzhang turned to Jiang Shan: "When I was listening to the Oriole Pavilion that day, I saw that you had a good relationship with several old experts from the Forbidden City. Have you never heard them mention it?"

After hearing Director Lu's inquiry, the comrade reporting on the work silently glanced at Jiang Shan sitting aside.

In his opinion, the young man's seat was obviously closer to the leader than Director Hou.

"To tell you the truth,"

Jiangshan Terushi replied: "Actually... these old professors have just resumed work a few years ago."

"Ah,"

Lu Xuzhang smiled. His own situation was similar:

“To be honest, the collection donated by Comrade Xu Beihong is already considered lucky.

If the Prime Minister hadn't dispatched two trucks in time, the collection, together with the memorial hall, would have perished in the flames. "

"Then..." the gay man who was still waiting for instructions asked: "How should we deal with so many damaged items?"

"Same as before,"

If it weren't for the dispute over the ownership of the land, Director Lu would not have personally intervened: "What should be done and what should be stored in the treasury will be determined after the organization studies it."

……

When the footsteps of the reporting staff gradually faded away, the only sound left in the office was the rustling of Lu Xuzhang turning over reporting materials.

"Xiao Jiang, you just heard this..."

Director Lu, who had previously been reluctant to ask questions in front of outsiders, finally turned to the corresponding page: "How come the name of the Eighty-Seven Immortals Volume has such a big impact?"

Just now, Jiang Shan's eyes looked like he was struck by lightning. Could it be that there was resentment in them?

When the leader asked about this, Jiang Shan immediately laughed:
"Let me tell you, Director Lu, the painting "Eighty-seven Immortals" is particularly meaningful to me.

Let me tell you this, it was my guide into art work. "

"Oh?" Lu Xuzhang moved his chair outward: "Can you tell me in detail?"

Seeing this, Jiang Shan also moved the bench a few inches closer to the opponent:
“One day two years ago, I went to an art publishing house in Pujiang to apply for a job as an illustrator.

I was not the only comrade who participated in the interview at that time.

In order to get the only admission quota, guess what happened to me at that time? "

Lu Xuzhang: "What's wrong?"

"so I……"

Jiang Shan got excited and took out the sketchbook in his backpack.

After a few brush strokes, a god from the scroll appeared on the white paper. Looking at the smooth control of the pen by the young man in front of me, the smooth lines are extremely comfortable.

Only then did Lu Xuzhang realize that Comrade Xiao Jiang, who seemed to have a delicate mind, was actually a solid art student.

"Look," Jiang Shan pointed at Emperor Donghua in the sketchbook and said:

"The character I am painting now is one of the scenes in "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll".

After I finished drawing the title "Dream of Red Mansions" assigned by the publishing house, I continued to draw several immortals in "Eighty-seven Immortals".

As a result, the two leaders of the publishing house took one look at it and left me on the spot.

You didn’t even see how excited my mother was for a drawing that cost three yuan a page! "

Seeing Jiang Shan's joyful expression, Director Lu and Director Hou also laughed.

"I asked you why when you hear it, it's like you're stepping on your tail,"

Lu Xuzhang smiled and said: "It turns out that I met my benefactor."

"You are right,"

Jiang Shan truthfully reported:

"According to legend, "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" was originally a mural design draft in an ancient Taoist temple hall.

Later, when I came to Mr. Xu Beihong, this unidentified painting was identified as a painting by Wu Daozi from the Tang Dynasty. "

Lu Xuzhang: "Is this person famous?"

"I don't care if he has a name or not," Jiang Shan said:

“What I care about is the long years it has accompanied me as an educated youth.

Let me tell you this, it was precisely because of its appearance that I completely fell in love with the world of art..."

Although the era of practicing line drawing was different, "Eighty-Seven Immortals" was really an unforgettable growth experience for Jiang Shan.

At this moment, Jiang Shan was talking a little too loudly, and Lu Xuzhang was a little moved when he heard it.

Just as they were looking at each other, the phone on the desk rang.

……

After a series of back-and-forth conversations, Jiang Shan got on Rao Bin's special car again.

"Chief,"

Jiang Shan looked out the window at ZNH, which kept moving backwards: "Where are we going?"

Rao Bin, who was sitting next to him, smiled slightly: "You'll know in a moment."

This morning, after seeing Lu Xuzhang and Jiang Shan attending the signing ceremony of the Sixth Machinery Department, Rao Bin began to wonder, "What is there in my area worth seeing?"
Don’t think that only the tourism bureau has many ideas.

If we really want to talk about it, who can compare with the tricks of the Mechanical Department!
Sure enough, after a while.

When they wore safety helmets and walked into the subway line 2 which was still under construction.

Jiang Shan's expression of indescribable shock made Rao Bin smile with satisfaction.

"Xiao Jiang, have you ever taken the subway?"

Jiang Shan, who had not yet regained his composure, nodded: "But I have never ridden on this model."

"Then take a good ride today and experience the second phase of our capital's subway project in advance."

Rao Bin raised his steps behind his hands, and the project leaders on both sides immediately led the way.

The second phase of the Yanjing Metro project, which started in 1971, took 10 years to be basically completed.

Because the quality of some equipment failed to pass the acceptance inspection, it did not enter the trial operation stage until 1984.

Finally, after many tests, Yanjing City’s Metro Line 1989 finally passed the national comprehensive acceptance in December 12.

In other words, at this time, Jiangshan was on China's second line a full ten years earlier than others.

The second phase of the subway project at this time has entered the comprehensive renovation stage.

When everyone gets on the inspection carriage, the project leader who follows them will report to them on the current progress of the project from time to time.

Accompanied by a nearly seventy-year-old veteran of the mechanical department, Jiang Shan, who saw everything new, kept his eyes wide open all the way.

I never expected that the tourist route for this trip to Yanjing would be so spectacular.

Coincidentally, just as Rao Bin was leading Jiang Shan to review the project on Line 2;
Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang, two landowners, were also leading Jiang He, Yu Sigui, Xiao Yu and Xiao Bai back and forth in the carriage of Subway Line 1.

At the same time, Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling, who had just left the track, led Gong Xue, Zhang Yu, Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi out of Yanjing Railway Station.

At this moment, Comrades Zhang Lu and Zhu Shimao, who took the initiative to come to pick up the guests, were dazzled by the beautiful scenery on the square in front of the station at just one glance.

The next second, with Comrade Zhang Lu standing on tiptoes and waving vigorously, Comrade Zhu Shimao, who was holding his pocket at a 45-degree angle, also smiled dazzlingly.

Wang Fulin, who was sitting in the car for a while, looked here and there, and finally realized the advertising shot described by Jiang Shan: beauty that does not lose a single frame!
(End of this chapter)