1979 The Life of Idle Fish

Chapter 403 Confrontation
Ten in the morning.

Luo Tao's family of three, led by Secretary Liu, came to the office of Director Wang of the Pingjiang Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau.

Before entering the door, I heard chaotic voices in the room.

Luo Tao thought to himself: "If I don't show my face today, it will be difficult for me to get into the collecting business in the future."

Needless to say, Luo Tao also guessed which song this was.

Fortunately, I am not a paper tiger, and I can break it if I poke it.

Mud Bodhisattva still has a certain amount of anger, so he has to make them open their eyes no matter what. The people in the capital are not just skilled in the skills of those three-legged cats.

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Zhu, please!" Secretary Liu made an inviting gesture.

He pushed the door open first and went in.

Director Wang has sharp eyes. When he saw the person coming, he quickly stood up to greet him.

He shook hands with Luo Tao warmly.

"Oh, now that Cao Cao has arrived, Mr. Luo must be used to resting. ..."

He exchanged polite words with Luo Tao, then turned his attention to Zhu Lin and asked, "Mr. Luo, this must be your esteemed wife, right?"

Those old gentlemen were also people who knew etiquette. When they saw Luo Tao coming, they all stood up to show their courtesy, but they did not greet him as enthusiastically as Director Wang.

They all watched silently, as if they were thinking of giving Luo Tao a kick.

"Today I would also like to thank Director Wang for asking Secretary Liu to pick him up early in the morning. I was really scared..."

Luo Tao also chatted with him about their friendship first, and then introduced Zhu Lin and Xiao October.

"This is my wife Zhu Lin, she is an actress."

Director Wang looked at Zhu Lin several times and thought to himself: "This woman is so beautiful, even more beautiful than the stars in the movie. It's like a flower stuck in cow dung, it's all in vain."

After just a few glances, he didn't dare to look any further for fear that his eyes would disappear.

"Hello, Teacher Zhu Lin, I have seen all the movies you have performed. First of all, congratulations to you for winning this year's Popular Hundred Flowers Best Actress. You are also welcome to come to our Pingjiang to film. ..."

If Director Wang hadn't been limited by his body size, he would have risen to prominence long ago just because of his mouth.

"Director Wang is serious. As a literary and artistic worker, it is what we should do to produce film and television works that the public likes."

Then Luo Tao also introduced his son Xiao Shiyue to him.

On the contrary, Director Wang also introduced the experts from the Pingjiang cultural relics system who came today to Luo Tao's family of three.

"This old gentleman is the oldest in Pingjiang, the former vice president of Pingjiang University, and now the consultant expert of the Pingjiang Cultural Relics Management Committee Chen Changgeng, Mr. Chen."

This old gentleman was wearing a wrinkle-free navy blue tunic suit and a pair of reading glasses. He had a clean face, no beard, and a cane.

Judging from his age, he must be in his seventies.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I have long admired your name." Luo Tao said casually, repeating the most common words he usually says when interacting with strangers.

An ordinary person would definitely follow this up with words like, "You're polite, I've admired my name for a long time," and so on.

Today I met a weirdo.

"I don't dare to take it seriously. I heard from Director Wang that you are Bo Lao's disciple who broke into the house?"

The honorific title given to Mr. Zhang Boju by some of his close friends and students.

Mr. Chen could smell the smell of gunpowder as soon as he opened his mouth.

Luo Tao just smiled at this and said very politely: "Mr. Zhang is so kind to me. I am also a shameless disciple. I cannot be regarded as Mr. Chen's disciple."

Luo Tao thought that since he was a disciple recognized by Mr. Zhang, he should not care about his true inheritance or his invasion.

Mr. Chen obviously didn't buy Luo Tao's advice.

"Hmph! Today we won't ask you too much about whether you are my uncle's disciple. I heard that my little friend is also very accomplished in appraisal. I wonder if today can help us gain some knowledge."

Mr. Chen, this is the afternoon of war.This was all expected, and Luo Tao didn't feel any fuss about it.

Zhu Lin, who followed, became worried. As soon as she entered the room, she also felt the gunpowder in the room. Although she didn't understand the key point, she also knew not to boo.

She was a little nervous, so she held Little October's hand and silently supported her husband.

"Mr. Chen has said before, this junior has just learned the art. It doesn't matter who is teaching who. Today is about communication, discussion and learning between us."

Luo Tao tried his best to show a good image of being humble and polite.

Let their punches roar past me, I feel as gentle as water and cotton.

The magnanimity displayed by Luo Tao made it difficult for this group of gentlemen to act aggressively.

Director Wang was watching the confrontation between them as if he were an outsider. He had been watching from the sidelines without saying a word to stop them.

Now we see that the momentum between the two sides is gradually becoming peaceful.

He smiled and said, "Don't stand here, please sit down."

After chatting briefly for a while, we got to the main topic of today.

Director Wang asked him to get the painting of Snow Bamboo and Cold Forest, which was part of Dong Yuan's "Snow Appreciation Picture" from the Fifth Dynasty.

Today's calligraphy and painting appraisal experts still rarely wear gloves.But Director Wang prepared several pairs today.

"Please, Mr. Luo."

Before the painting was opened, Luo Tao made a sound. It looked like it was poorly framed. No wonder it was forgotten in a corner.

This painting was mounted using the hand-rolling method. Hand-rolling is a relatively complex form of mounting and is also the earliest form of mounting.

Luo Tao took the painting in his hand without any politeness, spread it flat on the table and unfolded it slowly.

The painting of Snow Bamboo Hanlin is really a bit like Dong Yuan Nan School's landscape painting.

The layout is clever, the coloring is light, and the ink painting depicts the misty and humid Jiangnan landscape.

The trees are sparse in the distance, the distance is flat and deep, and the rocks on the mountains are covered with hemp and chapped.Sometimes there are brushes with thick colors and rough texture of mountains and rocks.

If you don't look at it carefully, it doesn't make much sense. If you think about it carefully, it feels wrong.

Luo Tao had already planned this painting in his mind, but in order to find a better basis, Luo Tao further conducted an appraisal of the paper.

This is his special skill.

After watching for a long time, at the same time, I also prepared a draft in my heart and closed the scroll.

These people had been impatient for a long time. If they hadn't seen Luo Tao being so serious, they would have called stop.

Director Wang smiled and asked: "Mr. Luo, this painting?"

"The paragraph was not written by Dong Beiyuan!"

As soon as Luo Tao said this, although they did not sarcastically express it with their expressions.

What it means is: Nonsense, this is something we have verified a long time ago, and you don’t need to admit it.

Director Wang also looked disappointed.

"Mr. Lao Luo, please give me a hand today...Xiao Liu, please put the painting away!"

"Wait a minute. Director Wang, I told the truth that this painting was not done by Dong Beiyuan, but I did not say that this painting has no historical research value."

Luo Tao liked to titillate people when he spoke. Everyone was confused, what did Luo Tao mean by this?
Although this painting is said to have been imitated by later generations, if it is old enough, it is still very valuable for collection.

Luo Tao smiled and asked several old gentlemen, "I don't know who painted this painting. When and what time do they think it was painted? Who painted it?"

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