National Tide 1980

Ning Weimin's luck is not bad.

Huo Xin took him to the third floor with a familiar face.

Then they found an office, knocked on the door, and found the person they were looking for.

Huo Xin's mother's friend - Aunt Liu.

The middle-aged woman with a fleshy face had permed hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and a woolen suit.

It looks very fashionable.

She is truly worthy of being the reception cadre of the foreign affairs department.

The originally indifferent and slightly serious face immediately turned into a friendly smile as soon as he saw that the person coming in was Huo Xin.

"Oh, this is Xinxin. It's been a long time since you, girl, came to play at Auntie's place."

Huo Xin also shouted affectionately.

"Aunt Liu, it's not my fault. It's my mother who didn't let me come. She said your work was too important and always involved in foreign affairs tasks. She was afraid that I would disturb you."

"Oh, it's true that your mother is so alienated from me. The four modernizations cannot be achieved overnight. Do you think Auntie still has to lie at her desk all day? You can come if you want. If she wants to blame you, just say I asked you to come."

Then, Aunt Liu changed the topic and naturally asked about Huo Xin's parents.

"Hey, your mother and father are doing well in England, right?"

"They are still in good health, but they are not very stable. They may have to change places again. They just called two days ago and said that they may have to move to Edinburgh again next year."

"Hey, my job is necessary. Auntie's place is pretty stable. I've been working here for almost twenty years. But speaking of it, I've only been abroad once in my life, and it was Albania."

At this point, the two of them couldn't help but laugh together, and the formal courtesy ended there.

"What is this...what's your name?"

Aunt Liu turned to Ning Weimin at the right time, with a curious look on her face.

Perhaps it was because of the suit Ning Weimin was wearing that she was too embarrassed to call him gay.

Huo Xin then remembered that he should introduce it.

"Aunt Liu, this is Manager Ning from our company's operations department. I am now interning at a foreign-funded enterprise. As you probably know, it is the clothing company founded by the French clothing master Pierre Carton, which cooperates with our Ministry of Economic and Trade and the Ministry of Textiles. Relationship."

Aunt Liu nodded while listening.

"I know, I followed the leader and met the Frenchman. Did you just build a big stage in the Temple of Heaven last month, where many girls and boys walked in colorful clothes? Oh, your company is famous now Yes, it was published in "Reference News" for the first time."

A person relies on his clothes as if he were dressed in gold. Perhaps it was because Ning Weimin dressed up well and borrowed the influence of the old French man.

Aunt Liu looked at Ning Weimin carefully for a while and showed an amiable smile.

"Oh, this young man has become a manager in a big company at such a young age. What a talent he is..."

There was a bit of an ambiguous pun in these words, which made Ning Weimin feel a little embarrassed.

But he didn't know the specific position of Aunt Liu, so he couldn't ignore her, so he could only call her after Huo Xin.

"Hello, Aunt Liu. This is the first time we meet. My name is Ning Weimin. You can call me whatever you want. Just call me Xiao Ning by my last name. You can also call me by my first name, but don't be polite to me."

"To tell you the truth, I am nothing as a manager and cannot be compared with the official cadres of our country. What you said makes me so ashamed."

This was a pleasant thing to hear, and Aunt Liu was very happy.

"Young man is quite humble and really good at talking. Then I'll be polite and call you Xiao Ning."

But following Aunt Liu, who was not too troublesome, she winked at Huo Xin.

It seemed like he was praising her for her good taste, which made the atmosphere even more unpleasant.

Fortunately, the embarrassment is embarrassing. This old woman with a spirit of gossip is unambiguous in her work.

I heard that Ning Weimin and Huo Xin came to buy paintings, but there were many words in the sales department and few paintings, especially Qi Baishi's paintings, which were difficult to choose from. They also wanted to see other paintings in the library.

Aunt Liu readily agreed on the spot.

Then he chatted with them all the way and led them to the warehouse office.

I found a warehouse manager named Xiao Qi to help open the door with the key.

However, Xiao Qi was a little worried when he heard Huo Xin's suggestion to find Qi Baishi.

I have to tell them that because of the sales, I don’t know how many people have had a hand in those modern and contemporary paintings by Curry.

Things that have been put in and out of the warehouse in the past two or three years have been messed up.

It may be difficult to find works specifically for one person.

I can only point them to a rough area and let them try their luck on their own.

This is something that can't be helped, and Ning Weimin understands it very well.

As a result, he was stunned as soon as he entered the house.

Not to mention starting to look for it, for a while, he couldn't even move.

The room behind the Qingqing Gate is quite large, a large common room equivalent to the area of ​​two classrooms.

The layout of the room is just like a library, with large wooden shelves reaching the ceiling.

Each shelf has five levels and is filled with scrolls lying horizontally.

That's not all, Xiao Qi said naggingly, there are about thirty boxes stored in the room next door.

To be honest, most people can't see such a scene.

In fact, let alone seeing it, I’m afraid I can’t even imagine it.

According to Ning Weimin's visual estimate, if there are not tens of thousands of calligraphy and paintings in this room, there must be eight or nine thousand.

What a fortune this is!

Others don't know it clearly, so Ning Weimin doesn't know it either.

In his eyes, Rong Baozhai's shop is equivalent to Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves in "Arabian Nights", a legendary treasure like that.

Then this room where calligraphy and paintings are stored is probably only comparable to the legendary divine treasure of King Solomon!

Exaggeration?

not at all!

Because to put it in the most straightforward and popular terms, the things in this room are probably worth a trillion dollars!

Thirty years later, it will be enough to buy a country.

So Ning Weimin, who prided himself on having seen the world and thought he would never be surprised by anything good in his life, once again couldn't stay calm because of his eye-opening experience.

At this moment, he was completely shocked by the sight in front of him.

His feeling was like taking a big mouthful of green mustard!

Stimulating, subversive, transparent, refreshing, exciting, going crazy!

For the first time, he truly understood what "shock" meant.

That was the result of his gaze. Nothing could be seen except these paintings.

Time, space, and myself are all insensible...

I don't know how long it took before Ning Weimin regained consciousness.

At this time, he discovered that whether it was Aunt Liu, Huo Xin, or Xiao Qi, they were all focused on him.

He guessed that people might have called him several times.

Then he coughed in embarrassment, then put his hand on his forehead to cover his face, and apologized again and again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect there to be so many paintings here. I made things simple. It seems that it is really difficult to find Qi Baishi."

Xiao Qi was happy.

"Look, I'm right. You can only try your luck. But I can tell you that it is probably within the range of five or six wooden shelves against the wall. If you are looking for it, go there, the probability is higher. "

And just when Ning Weimin followed the reminder and walked over, Aunt Liu seemed to be afraid that he would return empty-handed, so she said so.

"It's okay if you can't find it. I'll tell the following later. If anyone finds it, I'll just leave it for you."

"If you're interested in something else, you might as well buy some back first. No matter whether it's big or small, Auntie has the final say, and they'll all be counted as small. If it's a foreign exchange certificate, it's twenty-one. RMB is twenty-five." May I?"

This is a good thing, but Ning Weimin has to remind her so as not to make things difficult for Aunt Liu.

"Aunt Liu, thank you for taking care of me. But the problem is, I plan to buy dozens of paintings. Is it too much? I won't embarrass you, right?"

Unexpectedly, Aunt Liu laughed and was very happy.

"Oh, that's great. Our funds are much looser this month. Let me tell you, the more you buy, the better. Auntie should thank you for helping us a lot."

Immediately after turning her head, she started teasing Huo Xin again.

"Xinxin, should I attribute this favor to you, or should I thank Xiaoning?"

Huo Xin looked shy and angry.

"Aunt Liu, you are really..."