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Chapter 71 The Price of These Calligraphy and Paintings Is High
A Shanghai brand car carried the four members of Pujiang TV Station all the way.

Jiang Shan, Huang Hua, and Zhang Lu, who were sitting together in the back row, silently listened to Director Gu, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, scolding Zhang Lu hand in hand.

Zhang Lu was obviously a little nervous, but Jiang Shan listened to Director Gu's criticism with reason.

Indeed, for journalists these days, the control of news sensitivity should be put on the agenda.

Not long after, a magnificent building appeared in front of Jiang Shan.

The National History Museum has arrived.

At this moment, Director Gu, who had finished criticizing, felt relaxed.

Walk side by side with Jiang Shan into the exhibition hall, enter one exhibition hall, and one for science popularization.

From Jiang Shan's ears, he looks like a non-staff commentator of a museum.

So he smiled and said, "Director Gu, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about history. If you don't tell me, I really don't understand."

"I expected it a long time ago," Gu Zhengzheng felt at the beginning, he had to lead Jiangshan all the way:

"Visiting a museum is not like visiting a department store. You can't just look at the fresh and beautiful ones. You have to look more at the disheveled objects."

The curiosity on Jiang Shan's face could not be concealed, and Gu Zhengzheng spoke even harder.

Suddenly, Jiang Shan pointed to an exhibition hall on the side, and said, "Gutai, why does the exhibition hall over there look different?"

After hearing Jiang Shan's words, the other three also looked over together, only to feel that the lighting in that exhibition hall was dimmed.

In the historical museum, which is already full of antiquity, there is even more vicissitudes of time.

Huang Hua glanced at it from a distance, and his first feeling was that the display of the exhibits was not in compliance with the norm: "Is that a cultural relic on display? No matter how you look at it, they are all piled together!"

"Let's go," Gu Zhengzheng frowned, and took the lead in taking a step: "Go over and have a look and you'll know."

Jiang Shan was also very curious, so he took two steps and followed.

When there were still four or five steps away from the exhibition hall, Director Gu stood at the door and did not move.

When Jiang Shan approached, he also stood still.

At the entrance of the exhibition hall, there are only two bronze wares placed in a square transparent showcase, which still have the temperament of cultural relics.

In the entire exhibition hall of about [-] square meters, the four walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings of various banners.

Looking at the middle of the exhibition hall, there are all stepped simple booths made of wooden boards.

There is no distinction between materials, heights, and ages on the top, and they are piled up to the brim.

At first glance, it is not as organized as the two-dollar stores of later generations.

However, the dazzling degree of the objects on the simple booth has not been reduced due to the clutter of the display.

On the contrary, looking at the house full of babies without any protective measures, Jiang Shan's heart is about to burst.

At this moment, the four members of Pujiang TV Station were already standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

After approaching, I found that there was a notice board at the entrance of the exhibition hall: tourists stop.

However, Jiang Shan wanted to go in with all his heart and soul.

"Gutai," he whispered next to Gu Zhengzheng, "this one, why didn't you introduce it to me?"

"Tsk," Gu Zhengzheng narrowed Jiang Shan's eyes, and said, "Don't tell me you kid, if I don't come with you today, you guys really won't understand."

He raised his hand and pointed into it: "At first, I was also a little confused, but have you seen that coral screen?"

Jiang Shan nodded, the red thing was the most eye-catching, and he still couldn't see it.

But, like the other two, he just nodded and didn't speak.

I don't know how Gu Zhengzheng saw their expressions, and said, "You see, it's actually..."

Speaking of this, Gu Zhengzheng paused before continuing:
"Forget it, you don't know who it is. Two months ago, Pujiang TV Station came to the History Museum to shoot a documentary. Otherwise, I wouldn't know about it."

Just as he was talking, a few staff members in the museum walked over and pushed a few wooden boxes.

After seeing them, I reminded: "Comrade, this is not the exhibition area, you can visit other places."

The four nodded and took a few steps back one after another, but none of them left.

Gu Zhengzheng said in a low voice:
"These are Wenwan calligraphy and paintings that were confiscated during WG. The work of returning them has been completed in the first half of this year. The old collectors of Hualian were happy and agreed to the museum's suggestion for exhibition. It is estimated that the exhibition has now ended. Already, it is being compiled and prepared to be sent back.”

Hearing Gu Zhengzheng's explanation, the other three nodded their heads one after another.

At the same time, everyone is not calm on the surface, but their hearts are even more surging.

Many of the old objects piled up on the simple shelves are more... even more expensive than the collections in the museum.

"Let's go," Gu Zhengzheng took one last look: "Look at all of you, you are the new youth of the Republic."

Including Jiang Shan, the three of them smiled embarrassedly.

Follow along.

Jiangshan looked all the way, and saw many collections that later generations have never seen.

I don't know if it's because it's so precious that future generations are reluctant to display it for the crowd to watch.

Just when he was about to walk out of the exhibition hall at the end, Gu Zhengzheng patted Jiangshan and said, "Comrade Xiaojiang, don't you want to take a look at the calligraphy and paintings of modern writers, come in with me!"

At the exit, the door of an exhibition hall was closed, and a plaque of "Exhibition Hall for Mainland Guests" was hung on the door.

Jiang Shan immediately raised his heel and walked over.

When the door was pushed inward, a staff member immediately came forward with a smile: "Is this the director of Pujiang TV Station Gu? Hello, hello."

Gu Zhengzheng also shook hands with the other party with a smile, and said, "I am Gu Zhengzheng. Today I will bring some painting lovers from Pujiang to visit and study."

"Welcome, welcome," the staff member said with a smile, "We have been waiting here since we received Director Zhou's call."

Gu Zhengzheng led the three painting lovers, thanked each other with smiles on their faces, and then followed each other to visit and study.

"The collections exhibited in this exhibition hall are mainly the works of modern painters collected in the museum," the staff introduced to Jiang Shan and his party:

"At present, the requirements for external exhibition have not been met, and it is only for internal personnel to visit and study."

The staff explained in the front, and Jiangshan looked at each picture along the wall.

Wu Zuoren, Li Keran, Liu Bingsen, Jiang Zhaohe...

Zhang Lu, who followed behind, couldn't understand the subtlety of these paintings.

However, if there is a price as a reference, you can still understand the depth.

Unfortunately, there were no prices on these banners, so he asked a question that Jiang Shan also wanted to know.

"Comrade," Zhang Lute asked politely, "Isn't the price of these paintings high?"

The staff smiled and nodded: "Yes, the country has just resumed the calligraphy and painting manuscript fee system this year. Although they are just modern writers, the price of their works is not low."

"For example, the exhibit of Comrade Wu Zuoren costs 5 yuan per square foot. There is also the work of Comrade Li Keran next to it, which costs 8 yuan per square foot..."

(End of this chapter)