gifted collector

Chapter 165 Pixiu is only half

The compound of the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government of Ningdong City is in the city center, and the surrounding houses are not high, basically seven or eight floors or even ten floors, and they are all a little old, which is different from the international metropolis of Ningdong City. The status seems a bit inappropriate, but this is the place where Ningdong City first flourished, and all subsequent developments started from here.

"The biggest feature here is that the greening is excellent. They are all original trees. Among them, the century-old trees are not uncommon. At the same time, because there is a natural lake with a width of 20 mu, the microclimate here is very good. It is said that it is a Tibetan wind. Therefore, successive governments have never thought of redeveloping this place, but kept everything as it was.”

Ding Hao's voice was low and magnetic, which belonged to the pleasant kind.

Fang Ming nodded and said, "How can anyone be willing to destroy such a treasure land? I think the decision not to develop it is right. There are still many places around that can be developed, so there is no need to stare at it."

"Ha! If Mayor Wan hears your words, he will definitely become a confidant, because he also holds such a point of view."

Ding Hao pointed out the window, and continued: "Although the buildings here are decades ago, but because the compound of the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government is here, it has become a place where the rich and powerful gather. Someone once made a metaphor, It is said that throwing a stone at random here may hit a millionaire or a billionaire."

Fang Ming knew that Ding Hao's words might be a bit exaggerated, but it was not without basis.

The car slowly stopped in front of the gate of a courtyard, and an armed policeman came over immediately. After the car window was rolled down, Ding Hao said a few words to the armed policeman, and then the armed policeman saluted and left and closed the gate. Open.

After entering the gate, the car kept driving inward, and did not stop until the deepest place.

After getting off the car, by the light of the street lamp, Fang Ming found that there was a small three-story building about ten steps in front of him. The surrounding of the small building was full of flowers, plants and trees. It seemed to be surrounded by darkness in the night. Normally, if it weren't for a straight armed policeman standing at the gate in front of the small building, no one would be able to tell that the person living in this building would be the No. [-] figure in Ningdong City.

"Let's go in, the mayor is already inside."

Nodding his head lightly, Fang Ming walked in behind Ding Hao. After entering the door, he took a look around. Fang Ming found that there was nothing special about the layout of the yard. There is a grape arbor in the corner on the right hand side, a stone table and a few chairs underneath, and beyond that is the green grass, and a curving cobblestone path leads from the gate to the door of the small building.

Ordinary and can't be more ordinary, but Fang Ming felt a forceful aura rushing towards him, making people involuntarily become serious.

"Is this the aura of power?"

Sikongzhe, Yitong, and even Song Shan are all rare big figures, but they are far behind Wanhua. After all, as the mayor of a city, he is a feudal official who is in charge of one side, and he will be even more powerful in the future. Possibly become one of the country's leading figures.

The aura formed by such a person is naturally extremely powerful.

Looking at Ding Hao, Fang Ming found that he was more serious than before at this time, obviously he also felt this atmosphere.

Ding Hao directly opened the door and walked into the small building, then walked through the hall, stopped in front of a room, raised his hand and knocked lightly a few times.

"Clap clap clap!"

The small building was very quiet, and there seemed to be no one there, so although the knocks on the door were soft, they were clearly clear, as if they could be heard far away.

"Please come in."

A majestic voice came, Ding Hao bent slightly after hearing the voice, gently pushed the door open, and walked in.

"Mayor, Mr. Fang Ming is here."

Fang Ming looked forward, and what caught his eye was a huge mahogany desk. Behind the desk was a huge bookshelf filled with books. As for the chair between the desk and the bookshelf, there was a person sitting. It is Wanhua.

"Heh, Fang Ming, you're here. Sit down. I still have a file to read. Give me 10 minutes. Let's chat later."

"Okay, mayor, you go first."

Ding Hao let Fang Ming sit on the sofa in the corner of the room, made some tea, and then sat down beside him.

The study fell into silence, and a few minutes later there was the sound of rustling strokes on the paper, and then the sound of a chair being pushed away.

Ding Hao's movements were quick, and he immediately stood up and walked towards Wanhua.

"Xiao Ding, show this document to the secretary tomorrow. This matter is more important."

"Okay, mayor, there is no problem. I will send it to the secretary early in the morning."

After Ding Hao said this, he packed his things and left. Fang Ming and Wan Hua were the only ones left in the study.

"mayor."

Seeing Wan Hua approaching, Fang Ming also stood up. The other party is the mayor of a city and his senior, so he should be respectful.

"sit down."

Wan Hua sat down first, and then said: "Fang Ming, how about the treasure appraising conference? I went to see it with Sikong Zhe before, and it felt pretty good, there was a lot of traffic."

"Very good. Zhou Yafang and I have already opened a shop there after the Treasure Appreciation Conference, so we are familiar with the situation there. At that time, the flow of people was very small. With the help of the Treasure Appreciation Conference, there are now many more people, and the business is natural. It's getting better."

"How's the situation in your store?"

"Hey."

Hearing Wanhua ask himself about the situation in the store, Fang Ming laughed before saying anything, "Okay, very good, I missed some antiques and sold them in the store, and made a lot of money."

Wanhua is the mayor, and he is also familiar with Sikongzhe and others, so it's no secret that this kind of thing, naturally he won't hide it from him.

"Hahaha!"

Wan Hua laughed, he had also heard about this incident, "You have become the public enemy of those stall owners now, and Si Kongzhe also said that you will have a live broadcast of picking up leaks, and now you are in big trouble."

"It seems that Sikong Zhe has a big mouth! I have told you everything."

Fang Ming scratched his hair. It seems that when Si Kongzhe reported to work, he must have said everything, of course, except for the one that came out of the scandal with Ke Liu, which he thought of just before coming. Besides—it's not that Sikong Zhe didn't want to say it, but that he didn't have the idea at that time.

"Ha! I'm the mayor. He always wants to please me. Of course he won't hide things from me.

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"It is."

Fang Ming was a little nervous at first, but now he relaxed slowly. He found that Wanhua was actually very approachable.However, if Ding Hao knew about his idea, he would definitely criticize him. Wanhua is approachable?Unless the sun rises in the west.

In daily work, Wanhua's demands on everything are even to the point of being critical. Even a celebrity like him is often criticized, let alone others.

"Fang Ming, I got something recently. I've been researching it for several months, but I still don't have a clue, so I'd like to ask you to identify it."

After a few gossips, Wanhua stopped talking nonsense, and managed the food, drink, sleep, and sleep of the entire city. He didn't have much time, and he had managed to "save" everything for tonight.

"Okay, let me take a look."

Wan Hua stood up and walked to the bookshelf, picked up a cylinder placed on it and walked back.

"Fang Ming, take a look. This is something my daughter sent back from abroad. She said it was a lost national treasure or something. She bought it in a small shop that doesn't go unnoticed. Knowing that I like this, she sent it to me. I came back. However, I searched a lot of information, but in the end I couldn’t confirm whether it was true, so I called you here.”

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Fang Ming took the cylinder and gently opened it, then pulled out a thin piece of paper from inside.

"Ah? What's going on here? Why is there only half a Pixiu?"

As soon as his right hand touched the painting, Fang Ming immediately noticed that the Pixiu had floated out, but what was shocking was that the Pixiu did not fully appear as before, but only appeared halfway!
"Fang Ming, what's wrong?"

"what!"

When Fang Ming woke up, he realized that he had been distracted just now, and quickly said, "I'm afraid this painting is not easy to appraise."

"Oh, I think so too."

Wan Hua said, pointing to a large table in the corner of the office, and said: "That's the table I specially prepared for the purpose of appraising and playing with antiques, why don't you spread it out there and study it?
Wanhua went over and "snapped" the crane beak lamp on the side. The light turned on and hit the table. Otherwise, it was dark. The arrangement in front of him is typical of antique shops. But Wanhua is the mayor of a city, so it is not surprising to have such a table.

At this time, Fang Ming was not polite, he pulled the crane beak lamp above the table and approached the table to study it carefully.

Traditional Chinese painting, also known as Danqing, mainly refers to paintings with brushes, water, ink or color paintings on silk, paper and other materials, usually mounted into scrolls or albums, and can be divided into fine brushwork and freehand brushwork in terms of techniques.

Meticulous painting refers to a neat and meticulous technique. Simply put, it is a painting technique that shows the carefulness and finesse of the painted object.Freehand painting is opposite to meticulous painting, which emphasizes the reproduction of the meaning and spirit of the painted object, emphasizing the spirit rather than the shape.

At this time, what was placed in front of Fang Ming was a Chinese painting.

Wan Hua did not stand by Fang Ming's side, but sat down on the sofa and drank tea slowly. It's not that he didn't want to know the answer sooner, but he understood that there was no need to rush this matter, so he stood beside Fang Ming. It's useless to be around, it's better to just sit on the sofa to be more comfortable.

Time passed by, and Fang Ming standing in front of the painting was motionless like a statue, as if he had entered a certain mysterious spiritual world.

Wan Hua looked at the time and found that more than an hour had passed. Looking at Fang Ming, he found that Fang Ming's finger was gently pressing on the painting, and then moved slowly, as if he was gesturing something. .

Wan Hua felt very strange when he saw it, and finally couldn't help standing up and walking over.

(End of this chapter)