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Pujiang TV Station, Director's Office.

An appearance order list for the Rising Stars Concert is about to be completed.

Basically all the actors who should arrive have arrived,

Comrade Jiang Shan began to report his work to the leaders in the room: Except Su Xiaoming from Maritime Affairs and Kerim from General Affairs.

Gu Zhengzheng nodded with a very solemn expression: Haizheng Song and Dance Troupe attaches great importance to our concert, and specially composed a new song for the young female singer Su Xiaoming...

Then, with a friendly smile, he said: We will set off as soon as the song is finished. Don't worry, everyone. As for Comrade Kerim, he is on the front line to offer condolences.

Zhu Fengbo, Gu Jianfen, Li Guyi, Wang Liping and Wang Jieshi, who were sitting next to each other, all nodded Oh together.

Jiang Shan knew that Night at the Military Port was coming: I just received the news that Teacher Shan Xiurong can't come due to schedule reasons.

Gu Jianfen: Schedule?

The schedule is full, Jiang Shan explained: So the song Yan Nanfei will be sung by a different person. The organizing committee decided after study...

Yan Nanfei is mine, Li Guyi suddenly raised one hand in the air: No one can steal it from me.

Yan Nanfei is so good. She has sung it in public several times.

Jiangshan: After research and decision by the organizing committee, Yan Nanfei will be sung by teacher Li Guyi.

Li Guyi pursed his lips and stopped talking, leaving only a trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Gu Jianfen teased Zhu Fengbo: Look, Xiao Jiang is afraid of her.

Zhu Fengbo purred: Hot girl, I have to let her go.

The office will be full of people now, and everything can be easily discussed.

If it is difficult to negotiate, Jiangshan will just hand over the pen.

Anyway, the beginning and end of the program have already been welded to death, so let them enjoy the rest.

Soon, a program list that would be even more difficult for later generations was successfully released.

Xiaojiang,

Just as he was about to announce the adjournment of the meeting, Director Gu suddenly remembered something: Is the advertising arrangement at the Tennis Center going well?

Don't worry, our newspaper's art editor, Comrade Jiang He, is very experienced in this area, Jiang Shan said:

He personally led the team to paint on site, and with the extra manpower sent by the advertising company Manager Huang, I believe you will see the results soon.

That's good, Director Gu was very pleased: I feel more at ease with you keeping an eye on me, but... how should we resolve the Coca-Cola issue?

After saying that, Director Gu looked at Jiang Shan and then at Jiang Hai, who was sitting on the sofa: Yan Jing has been looking for me several times, why don't you give me some face?

What happened to Coca-Cola?

Upon hearing this, several people who were ready to leave sat back again.

There was no intention to avoid suspicion at all.

Jiang Hai smiled and said, Our concert originally had the largest advertising sponsor.

Jiang Shan: It's Coca-Cola.

Gu Zhengzheng: His family bought ten billboards.

Jiang Shan: They are still the most expensive positions.

Gu Zhengzheng: It's a pity that Xiaojiang quickly received a warning call from the relevant department.

On the same day, I also received a call from the Propaganda Department, Jiang Hai said with a wry smile: I hope that I will come forward to cancel Coca-Cola's advertising contract.

In fact, Jiangshan has not signed an advertising contract with Coca-Cola at all.

The reason for spreading such rumors is just to gain some chips for myself.

I don't know who Coca-Cola has offended, Director Gu frowned: The city is determined to fight against it. Not only did the Propaganda Department get in the way, but they also called the Light Industry Bureau.

Seeing everyone's confused faces, Jiang Shan quickly reminded: Didn't our Chunfeng Du cooperate with the Export Trade Office of the Light Industry Bureau? That's just... like that.

Zhu Fengbo nodded to express his understanding, but quickly said, No, there's a Coca-Cola billboard on Nanjing Road. Why can't it work here?

Jiang Shan: Oh, our company doesn't know who to reason with! Isn't this still too delicate?

In early 1980, COFCO began to look for land for Coca-Cola, and the first one it chose was Pujiang.

Unexpectedly, the current leaders of Pujiang are very resistant to the request of foreign companies to enter.

I was still angry after scolding COFCO (it was said that I scolded him very harshly back then), and by the way, I even wanted to pinch the Coca-Cola advertisement.

Jiang Hai looked indifferent: Actually, it doesn't matter whether you accept this advertisement or not.

Jiang Shan nodded.

If the times hadn't allowed for rapid progress, he could have covered the entire facade of the Ten Thousand Sports Center with advertisements.

Concert advertisements have been in short supply for a long time, Director Gu said, feeling even happier than during the Chinese New Year:

Our station has also received a lot of orders, but it's not working. Yanjing has asked someone to take the lead, saying that it can't chill the hearts of foreign businessmen.

So, Jiang Shan concluded: We in Chunfengdu now have to look at the faces of both sides, and we can't afford to offend either side.

When there are too many housekeepers, the house collapses. Hu Xiao is annoyed by this kind of thing the most: Since you are working in Pujiang, don't ask about things outside.

Do business behind closed doors, Gu Zhengzheng taught his old friend together: Unless Xiao Jiang, don't do business in Yanjing in the future.

Li Guyi: Xiao Jiang, let me teach you. You should make the advertisement first and then apologize afterwards.

This is how she sang Hometown Love.

No matter if it’s on the program list or not, just sing it first and then talk about it.

Jiang Shan smiled and shook his head. He did not have a gun-toting father-in-law: I have always been pragmatic towards the organization and cannot betray the trust of the organization.

Hu Xiao knew Jiangshan's political consciousness: Then which army are you going to listen to this time?

It's still up to me, Jiang Shan said as if he hadn't said it yet: It must be up to them.

Hu Xiao understands people with soft hearts and soft mouths very well: Okay, then I'll just wait and see.

Don't worry, I'll make sure you see it well.

As soon as Jiang Shan finished speaking, there was a knock on the office door.

Editor-in-Chief, Boss, Jiang Zhuangzhuang walked in with something: The photos have been developed, you can see if they work.

When the door closed again, Jiang Shan already had a roll of photos in his hand.

Teachers, please go back and rest first. My eldest brother and I want to use the treasure land of Gutai.

What's in your hand? Hu Xiao said, I'm not an outsider. Open it quickly.

Li Guyi: Who is the outsider?

Gu Jianfen: “No one is an outsider.”

Jiang Hai didn't care: Since there are no outsiders, let's start quickly.

Jiangshan doesn't matter anymore: Then come.

If it weren't for time constraints and heavy tasks, the two brothers wouldn't be talking on paper outside.

While he was talking, an oversized photo was laid out on the table.

Jiang Shan first reminded: Brother, don't be nervous after I've been gone for a while. I'm a layman anyway, so there's no shame in saying something wrong.

I'm not nervous, Jiang Hai said calmly, There are so many things that experts haven't figured out yet, and I'd be damned if I could explain them clearly.

You are right to think so. The appraisal of calligraphy and painting is originally a difficult matter, Jiang Shan pointed at the photo and said, It is even more mysterious for paintings without signatures.

At this moment, a group of people at the desk followed Jiang Shan's guidance, and indeed did not see any words on the painting in the photo.

The so-called inscription is also used as identification. It usually means that someone wrote it in a certain place in a certain year and a certain month. It is the best reference for identifying the author of the painting.

Since Jiang Hai is going to have a meeting later, Jiang Shan will be helping his elder brother.

Generally speaking, as long as it is a painting by a well-known artist, it will not only have a signature seal, but also an inscription and postscript. The so-called postscript is a message, with the title before the painting and the postscript at the end of the painting.

Comrade Jiang Hai didn't understand and asked, Why is there nothing in this painting?

Most of the works of the Northern Song Dynasty were written by poor people, Jiang Shan continued: Not to mention the inscriptions and postscripts, there is not even the author's inscription.

But the great literary giants of the Northern Song Dynasty were different. Someone like Su Dongpo could not only write an inscription, but also write a poem and postscript.

This is also called writing to make up for the shortcomings of painting.

The office was quiet, except for Jiangshan's voice.

Unheard of knowledge came straight into my mind.

Things that I never cared about before, now I listen to them with great interest!

But most literati are different. In order not to affect the overall beauty of the painting, they either leave no ink or hide their names in the painting. Jiang Shan continued:

There was a painter named Li Tang in the Southern Song Dynasty. He had a painting called Wind with Pines in Ten Thousand Valleys.

In the painting, there are towering peaks and hundreds of feet of waterfalls flying, but like the Snow Bamboo Picture, there is no signature.

Later, a restoration craftsman in the palace discovered a series of characters on a mountain peak: Huang Song Xuan and Jia Chen Chun He Li Tang Bi.

Jiang Hai read silently: Huang Songxuan and Jiachen Chunhe Li Tangbi.

There is a painting called Travel to Streams and Mountains in the National Palace Museum on the other side of the Taiwan Strait, but it is also unrecognizable.

In 1958, the deputy dean there found the word Fan Kuan on a tree trunk in the painting through careful identification.

It was thus determined that this painting was painted by Fan Kuan, a great painter of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the author and date were suddenly known.

Li Guyi opened his big eyes and listened quietly: It's really interesting. Can we see such paintings here?

Jiang Shan shook his head: It hasn't appeared yet.

well!

But there is a sister painting, Jiang Shan thought of one:

In the museum on the other side, there is another painting called Double Happiness, which was also originally unknown.

It was not until 1962 that an expert discovered a text on a branch: Jiayou Xin Chou Nian Cui Baibi.

This discovery is remarkable.

Li Guyi: Why?

Cui Bai is not an ordinary person. He is deeply appreciated by Song Renzong. No one can ask Cui Bai to paint without an imperial decree.

This discovery immediately made our storybook happy, because Double Happiness Picture was originally a pair.

The other one was collected in Yanjing and is called Picture of a Cold Bird.

Unfortunately, our Hanque Tu has not yet found out where the author hid his name.

When Li Guyi heard this, he quickly pulled Gu Jianfen over and said, Let's go take a look at this painting another day.

Okay, Gu Jianfen had this intention: Don't forget to bring your magnifying glass when the time comes.

The two discussed it very seriously, and it seemed they really took it seriously.

Let's look at this Snow Bamboo Picture again,

Jiang Shan looked at Jiang Hai and clicked on the photo on the table: Although it is unrecognizable, the treasure is unusual. Do you know where the treasure is?

Jiang Hai looked at where Jiang Shan was pointing: Where is the treasure?

Preciousness lies in craftsmanship. Chinese ink painting emphasizes meaning rather than form, Jiang Shan explained:

But this Snow Bamboo Picture is not the same. It not only emphasizes the shape, but also draws it extremely realistically.

Not to mention Director Xie and Xu Banchi, even many foreign experts who study the history of Chinese painting couldn’t help but shout at it: It’s so un-Chinese...

…

At five o'clock in the afternoon, when the Pujiang Museum closed, it was also the time for Comrade Jiang Hai to enter the museum.

Walking next to him this time was the deputy director of the Pujiang Propaganda Department and the director of the Municipal Press and Publication Bureau.

Regarding today's group, Zhang Ju said with a slightly apologetic smile: Editor-in-Chief Jiang, thank you for making this trip.

You are serious, Comrade Jiang Hai said with the air of a general: Some things will be better if they are discussed, and both sides will be at ease.

It's great that you can think like this, Zhang Ju said, We are all our own people, there is no need to be embarrassed for an outsider!

The word region cannot be ignored in any dynasty or generation.

It is both a feature and a protection.

Soon, Director Xie, who was very elegant, came out accompanied by two experts.

Jiang Hai looked at the visitor with great respect.

Likewise, Director Xie, whose hair is combed with silver strands, also smiles amiably.

Several intellectuals walked politely along the way.

It wasn't until he walked in front of a painting that he became slightly serious.

Others value the meaning rather than the form,

Jiang Hai looked at the painting with burning eyes, pretending to be real: But you don't, it is really a unique Snow Bamboo Picture.

Xie Zhiliu heard this: I didn't expect that Editor-in-Chief Jiang is so young that he also studies calligraphy and painting?

How can I understand this? Jiang Hai said without hiding anything: I'm just curious about it.

Heh, Director Xie smiled.

Sure enough, as he had inquired in advance, this graduate of the Workers', Peasants and Soldiers' University was simply a layman.

That's not surprising, an expert who was following Director Xie sneered, Today we have a lot of visitors coming to our museum. They are all just like you, they are just curious.

That's right, Jiang Hai turned to Zhang Ju and smiled: What did I say? This article in Oriental Metropolis Daily will definitely make the Pujiang Museum's business prosper.

Director Zhang clasped his hands behind his back: This is a phenomenon that everyone wants to see, right Director Xie?

hehe,

Director Xie slowly approached the Snow Bamboo Picture: Even if it is a mistake, our exhibition hall does not want the national treasure to suffer injustice.

Hey, Jiang Hai said bravely: What you said is wrong...

As soon as he said these words, the affable Director Xie immediately became unapproachable.

Director Zhang pulled Jiang Hai's clothes slightly.

Jiang Hai, however, acted as if he didn't feel anything and approached Xuezhutu with a solemn expression.

Although the glass is still placed, the ancient silk-yellow charm of Snow Bamboo Picture at this moment is far beyond the photo on the desk.

For the first time in his life, Jiang Hai felt what eternity and inheritance were.

Jiang Hai: You really haven't left any recognition at all!

Sensing the sincerity in the other person's eyes, Director Xie also nodded: For a long time, I faced it every day.

Oh, what a pity. Jiang Hai looked at Snow Bamboo Picture and said, If it could leave a few words, it wouldn't lead to so many speculations from future generations.

Editor-in-Chief Jiang, Xie Zhiliu said in a deep voice, If I guess correctly, you should agree with Mr. Xu Bangda's opinion, right?

That's not true, I just think, Jiang Hai is a reasonable person: Since this painting has no distinction, then we should allow different voices to appear.

When Director Zhang heard this, he felt that this was reasonable and he was also a reasonable person.

You can't just lose your judgment when an old man gets angry.

We also allow different voices to emerge,

When Xie Zhiliu didn't speak, other experts said coldly: But for paintings that have been repeatedly appraised by experts in the museum, we do not welcome different voices, especially newspapers and magazines that publish such voices.

As long as the author of this painting doesn't stand up and speak for a day, Jiang Hai's expression was a few degrees colder than the other person's: You have to allow others to have different opinions.

The author stood up and spoke? Xie Zhiliu almost laughed: Comrade Jiang, your words are a bit unreasonable.

There are many ways to talk to the ancients, Jiang Hai finally had the opportunity to say: Mr. Xie still remembers...where did Cui Bai hide his name in the Double Happiness Picture?

...?

In addition to Director Zhang, the three old experts looked stern at the same time and immediately looked at Jiang Hai.

Don't forget, too, the word 'Fan Kuan' hidden in the branches of the famous Northern Song Dynasty painting Traveling in Streams and Mountains,

Jiang Hai's words became smoother and smoother, and his words were extremely clear: Also, the inscription written by the great painter Li Tang on the mountain peak of Ten Thousand Valleys with Pine Winds!

An old expert grabbed the other's arm fiercely: Is what he said true?

I only know two of them. This is the first time I understand the situation of Traveling to Mountains and Streams.

Director Zhang was stunned to hear the conversation between the two experts.

Although he still didn't understand anything, he could read something from the other person's face.

When he quickly looked at Xie Zhiliu, he saw that he was also quite surprised.

Director Xie: How did Chief Editor Jiang know about these things?

You forgot, this is what I eat.

Both sides were silent for a moment.

Director Zhang, Xie Zhiliu was the first to break the silence: You are right. Our Editor-in-Chief Jiang is indeed different from other newspaper editors-in-chief. Not only does his thinking keep up with the situation, he also has a broad range of knowledge!

He told me before he came here, Director Zhang said with a smile: The reason why Oriental Metropolis Daily published this article is entirely to respond to the call of the Cultural Relics Bureau and contribute to our Pujiang Museum.

It seems that we really misunderstood Editor-in-Chief Jiang, an old expert said with a smile: Don't mention it, the passenger flow of the exhibition hall has indeed increased.

Another: “Instant results!”

Jiang Hai just smiled and said nothing, trying his best to recall what Lao San said.

I always feel like I’m missing something!

Editor-in-Chief Jiang, Xie Zhiliu was friendly again: If I write an article, will your Oriental Metropolis Daily publish it for me?

Although Jiang Hai was still looking at the painting with his hands behind his back, his tone was very sincere: Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for your masterpiece. I really want it.

Curator Xie smiled slightly in his heart, and then followed Jiang Hai and got closer to the glass: It seems you really like this Snow Bamboo Picture?

if……

Jiang Hai recalled the place where Jiang Shan pointed his finger: If you can also find something on this painting, it will be truly irrefutable proof.

Yes, Curator Xie recalled the days when he had faced Snow Bamboo Picture day and night: I didn't think so. It's a pity that I was almost blind and couldn't find any clues.

Alas, Jiang Hai also sighed, The museum on the other side can store three paintings. If we can also create a miracle here, that would be great.

Ta, tap, tap...

Jiang Hai frowned and held the glass in regret.

Xie Zhiliu was stunned and looked at the projection point of his fingers.

Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta...

It seems as if the hour hand is beating, and as if... the past and the present are having a dialogue...