Collection of Gods

Chapter 848 Cutting
The clouds are rolling and the sky is filled with glow.

Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui sat by the window and left the copy stickers on the long wooden table to six cultural relics restoration experts.

"Mr. Tang, didn't you ask me to help you find an experienced stone-cutting master a few days ago? I have already found the person for you and he can fly over at any time. What do you mean by this?" Dong Wenhui asked Tang Yuan.

"Oh?"

"Then let him fly over here quickly."

"I'll take care of the air tickets and hotels. The sooner the better."

Tang Yuan's eyes lit up slightly, and his tone was a little surprised.

"Okay, then I'll notify him and ask him to fly over immediately."

At this point, Dong Wenhui said with a smile: "If he can come tomorrow, I can also join in the fun."

"I am very sure of that."

"Director Dong, we agreed on this beforehand."

"This time when you come over, I will be responsible for arranging the whole process for you."

"No matter whether this thing succeeds or not, you all have to stay in Zhonghai for a few more days. I have arranged your schedule, and you are not allowed to leave until you have finished your fun!"

Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui are old acquaintances. Although their relationship is mutually beneficial, Dong Wenhui has indeed helped him a lot. Otherwise, even if he is rich, he cannot easily mobilize the resources of the National Museum for his own use. The friendship between adults needs to be maintained constantly.

"Director Tang, you're making it very difficult for us to do this. This is a bit against the rules."

Dong Wenhui looked unhappy, but his eyes were actually full of smiles.

"How is it against the rules? My collection needs to be maintained later. Isn't it natural for me to arrange food and drink for you during your work breaks?"

Tang Yuan knew Dong Wenhui's character. Although he knew some things clearly, he still had to go through the necessary procedures, so he responded seriously.

"Eh……"

"Director Tang is always so nice. Otherwise, the old guys in our company would all scramble to come when they heard that we were on a business trip to Director Tang's place."

Dong Wenhui declined slightly, then agreed to it.

Tang Yuan couldn't help but smile slightly when he heard that, and then the two of them started talking about other things tacitly.

About half an hour later, a white-haired old man came to Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui from the other side of the long wooden table. Dong Wenhui had just introduced this old man at the dinner table. He was a senior cultural relic restoration expert at the National Museum of China named Zhou Chaoyang. He was 64 years old this year and was a top talent specially rehired by the National Museum of China.

"Mr. Tang, Director Dong, our preliminary preparations have been completed and we can start at any time now." Zhou Chaoyang gestured to the two of them.

Upon hearing this, Dong Wenhui subconsciously turned his gaze to Tang Yuan, because this priceless copy belonged to Tang Yuan, so the person who would make the final decision should naturally be Tang Yuan.

"Master Zhou, now that the preparations are complete, let's get started."

Tang Yuan stood up from his chair, showed great respect to Zhou Chaoyang, and responded to him with a smile.

"it is good."

Zhou Chaoyang nodded, and turned back to the long wooden table, while Tang Yuan and Dong Wenhui followed Zhou Chaoyang and returned to the long wooden table. At this time, around the copy of Zen Master Biancai, there were several tool boxes filled with densely packed tools. Tang Yuan could guess the uses of some of them, but he had never seen some of them.

"Xiao Zheng, you take charge this time."

Zhou Chaoyang returned to the long table. He glanced at the other five people one by one, and finally his eyes fell on a middle-aged man in his fifties.

"Ok."

The person whose name was called was Zheng Min. He looked a little dull and wooden. After being called by Zhou Chaoyang, he just nodded without any big change in his expression.

"Master Zhou is our National Museum's trump card. If it were ten years ago, he would definitely do this kind of thing himself, but time is not forgiving. Such delicate work requires a steady hand and sharp eyes. Master Zhou is now mainly responsible for guidance, and he is really not capable of doing it himself."

Dong Wenhui stood beside Tang Yuan and explained to him in a low voice, so that Tang Yuan would not have any more thoughts in his mind and think that Zhou Chaoyang was arrogant and unwilling to take action because of his seniority.

"understand."

Tang Yuan nodded slightly to show that he understood.

In front, Zheng Min had already opened the toolbox and took out a knife as thin as chopsticks, with a sharp and narrow blade.

Tang Yuan had no doubt that if this knife was stabbed into a person's body, it would definitely create a hole. Even a scalpel might not be as sharp as this knife.

At this moment, the entire top floor was extremely quiet, and even the breathing was lightened a lot, for fear of disturbing Zheng Min because of themselves.

Under this circumstance, Zheng Min took a deep breath, then bent down, took the chopstick knife, and pressed it against the bottom edge of the copy of Zen Master Biancai.

All the celebrity calligraphy and paintings that have survived to this day are basically made of silk, which is usually a single layer. If you want to add a layer to it, there is only one way, which is to put two layers of silk together.

The four sides of the silk manuscript are either sewn together with silk or glued together with something like glue. What Zheng Min has to do now is to cut the silk manuscript with a chopstick knife.

The scene was completely silent, with Zheng Min gently pushing forward along the bottom edge of the copy paper. When Tang Yuan saw Zheng Min's performance, he knew why Zhou Chaoyang chose Zheng Min as the surgeon.

So stable!
Zheng Min's movements were meticulous, and his hands holding the knife were as steady as an old dog.

Everyone at the scene looked at Zheng Min, their hearts hanging in the air.

Time passed by second by second, and the only sound at the scene was the faint sound of the silk cloth being cut. Zheng Min first cut the left and right sides, then the top and bottom sides, and finally, after all four sides were cut, Zheng Min slowly straightened up.

"call……"

Zheng Min breathed a sigh of relief. Although this delicate work seemed to take only a short time, it was actually a huge drain on a person's energy and physical strength. The air-conditioning was on on the top floor all the time, but in just a short while, the plaid shirt Zheng Min was wearing was already soaked with sweat.

There is no way, Tang Yuan's copy is really too precious.

Putting aside the possibility that the authentic copy of "Lanting Xu" may be hidden inside, even this copy by Zen Master Biancai itself, if put up for auction in an auction house, its price will not be less than 200 million, and their chief curator is watching next to it.

In other words, his skills are superb enough. If an ordinary cultural relic restorer stood here, facing so much pressure, let alone cutting the copy perfectly, he might not even have the courage to pick up a knife.

"Xiao Zheng, go to the side and take a rest."

Zhou Chaoyang gave Zheng Min an admiring look, then looked at the others and said, "Come on, everyone come over and help, let's lift up the silk cloth on top and see if there is any mystery hidden inside..."

(End of this chapter)