Solving the case: The opening scene solved a major shooting case, and the boss Ji Jie

Several old experts discussed with each other, and Mr. Cui finally said,"He is the director of Jiuzhou Art Museum, the dean of the Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts, and also the president of the Artists Association. His words are final in the industry. Are you satisfied with this level?"

Song An nodded,"Very satisfied. Please help me contact the experts. I will go to Jiuzhou Art Museum right away."

Song An saluted the old men and turned to leave.

He left without any hesitation.

The colleagues at Yanshan Police Station were a little dumbfounded.

Guan Hongfeng said to Guo Zijian,"Now Xiao Song is no longer satisfied with commanding our level. He has already begun to mobilize the big experts."

Guo Zijian lowered his head and laughed secretly

"Hey, aren't we here as a joint expert team to assist in the investigation? How come I seem to have become Officer Song's personal assistant?"

Old Cui suddenly realized.

The conference room was filled with laughter, and the guys who were trying to hold back their laughter burst out laughing.

The second captain spit out a mouthful of tea. Song An drove to Liyuan Village. Four policemen were guarding the door. When they saw Song An coming, they greeted him. Meng Xuan was sitting alone in the yard holding his golden retriever.

"Meng Xuan, I know you want to die now, but don't you really want to know what position your art works hold in everyone's hearts?" Song An asked.

Meng Xuan raised his head, looked at the sky, and sighed softly,"Over the years, my brother has sold my things for money, and I know he has made a lot of money! But art is not entirely equal to money, art has greater pursuits, my brother has deceived me for thirty years, I hate him! But he is right in one thing, my things are too artificial, and they are not worthy of being in a formal hall, they are just a pile of garbage, waste!"

Meng Xuan became more and more excited as he spoke, and suddenly stood up and walked to the corridor, kicking several sculptures in the corridor hard.

Song An stopped him.

"Since you already want to die, why don't you listen to other people's true evaluation before you die? Are you so afraid of hearing other people's criticism?"

Song An deliberately provoked him.

Meng Xuan was fooled and said angrily,"I have been poor for 30 years and lived alone all my life. What's there to be afraid of! Isn't it just that someone pointed at my sculpture, spitted, and called it rubbish? What should I be afraid of?¨ˇ ！"

"Well, you choose a work and I will show it to my friends. Meng Xuan, let's take it out and see if it's a mule or a horse!"

Meng Xuan walked to the corridor, touched the sculptures one by one, and finally chose one of them.

"Take this, show it to your friend!"

Meng Xuan handed the thing to Song An, then straightened his waist,"Shunzi, let's follow, don't let others look down on us!"

The dog barked twice, biting the owner's trouser leg, and followed him.

Song An chuckled, thinking that this old artist was quite interesting.

Song An drove onto the national highway, followed 105 to Guangming Road, and half an hour later, he arrived at the entrance of Kyushu Art Museum, the largest art museum in Asia.

"Old man, please wait in the car for a while. I'll go up and tell them first."

Meng Xuan waved his hand,"Go to hell!" Song

An smiled, picked up the wood sculpture and went directly to the art museum to explain his purpose to the staff.

After the staff left, Song An saw banners hanging everywhere in the art museum, as if an exhibition of works by a famous Chinese painter was being held.

Director Wu quickly came down from the second floor, ran to Song An, and stretched out his hand from a distance,"You are Comrade Xiao Song, right? Mr. Cui had already made his meaning clear on the phone. It happened that our art museum was holding a touring exhibition of ancient and modern sculptures. Well-known people in the industry and art collectors were all on the second floor to communicate."

"Excellent!"

Song An handed the wood carving in his arms to Director Wu,"Please give me an evaluation of this wood carving. There is no need for too many flattering words. Just a little bit of objective evaluation........"

Director Wu didn't listen to Song An's words at all. When he saw the wood carving for the first time, he was stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

"Officer Song, may I ask who is the artist of this sculpture?"Director Wu asked

"His name is Meng Xuan! He's outside now, I'll invite him in."Song An said.

Director Wu looked at the sculpture and wanted to touch it with his hand, but soon took it back, and exclaimed in amazement.

Song An opened the car door,"Mr. Meng, this is the largest art museum in our country. The people inside are all professionals, and they may not speak very nicely."

Meng Xuan straightened his collar, patted his cheek, pulled up the dog and said,"It's just a few curses, what's so scary!"

Although he said so, Song An could see that Meng Xuan's legs were shaking since he got off the car.

Entering the art museum, the staff led Song An and the others directly to the exhibition hall on the second floor.

Song An and Meng Xuan stood at the door. Inside the exhibition hall, Director Wu personally held the microphone, stood under a sculpture, and said:

"Dear friends and tourists, the wood carving next to me is called"Flying Apsaras", and it is also the treasure of our historical sculpture tour! It was carved by a wood carving master named Meng Xuan!"

The sound of various cameras taking pictures rang out at the scene, clicking and making continuous noises.

Meng Xuan whispered to Song An,"Did they just say......."

Song An was also confused. He asked Director Wu to praise it. Why did the treasure of the museum come out?

Many people in the art world were standing in front of"Flying Apsaras" and watching, and they kept exclaiming in admiration.

Meng Xuan groped and walked forward step by step. He walked to the side of Director Wu and asked,"．〃 Comrades, what do you think of"Flying》？"

"Evaluation? How dare I evaluate! This sculpture is lively, exquisitely shaped, and superbly carved! Although I don’t know the master who carved it, Master Meng Xuan, he must be a very wise master. This work makes people feel hopeful at a glance. Master Meng has a bright heart, and what he shows us is a brilliant starlight!"

A warm applause rang out all around.

Meng Xuan turned around in disbelief. He couldn't see, but he could hear!

These applause were really directed at him!

After Director Wu finished speaking, another person immediately interrupted him,"Old Wu, you are too conservative! Such delicate knifework is hard to match even for the ancient masters Lu Zigang and Wang Xiaoxi!"

"I feel like we have witnessed the birth of a national treasure-level master, but unfortunately, we have no chance to meet him." said a critic (Zhao Wang Zhao).

Director Wu said with deep emotion,"It is worth it to see such an unparalleled knife technique in this life! Master Meng's knife skills are completely inspired by God. I think it can be named the God's Knife!"

"Old Wu's statement is very good! Master Meng's knife skills are unparalleled in the world. What's more rare is that his works are full of great ideas, which is a height that ordinary artists can hardly reach."

"In the history of art in the future, the name Meng Xuan will definitely shock the ancient and modern! Old Wu, this is a national treasure, your art museum can't keep it all to yourself!"

More and more people squeezed in, everyone scrambled to see the treasure of the museum, but squeezed the original owner of the wood carving out of the circle.

Meng Xuan's lips kept trembling, hugged the golden hair, and murmured in a low voice,"Shun Zi, they don't seem to scold us, they seem to be praising us?"

Song An ran over, looked at Meng Xuan and said,"Old man, I'm sorry for you, the curator was too excited and took your work as the treasure of the museum without authorization. I didn't say to sell it to them!" Lu.