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Chapter 26 A little understanding
Wang Xiaojun knew that Jiang Yan was in the capital, so he decided to go back to Beijing tomorrow to make an appointment with him, and asked him if he had the wine bottle with him.

The purpose is naturally for what I said yesterday, that is, let the teacher help to identify it.

In fact, Jiang Yan didn't want to be so troublesome.

After all, people can't identify the wine bottle with the naked eye, but it's hard to say with an instrument.

Maybe it will really become an on-site anti-counterfeiting at that time, then it will be boring.

But they really moved Ma Weidu.

Then you have to go see it.

There are so many goods in the space, waiting for him to raise the price!
In fact, what Jiang Yan didn't know was why Wang Xiaojun was so caring.

Mostly because of Jiang Yan's status as a "big water hose".

After all, this is related to the future of his friend Fan Datian.

A good relationship with the employer will open up a lot in the future.

What's more, Jiang Yan is still a boss like a diamond king.

As long as he is not stupid, he will not let him slip away in vain.

As for the other part, he also wanted to see what the strange wine bottle was saying.

So he immediately described the object to his teacher.

As a result, Ma Weidu also became interested after listening.

A wine bottle from the Song Dynasty that seems to have been perfectly restored using lost craftsmanship?
Then we'll see each other.

If it is really a rare commodity, then everything should be put into the museum.

So the next afternoon, when Jiang Yan was brought to a museum by Wang Xiaojun.

Jiang Yan was dumbfounded.

Didn't you see Ma Weidu?

How did you come to the museum?
What's the matter, you still want me to hand over to the country?
This is breaking my fortune!
Fortunately, Wang Xiaojun explained:

"This is the Guanfu Museum. It was founded by Mr. Ma the year before last, but it is not private. It is a public welfare property and accepts social donations. It was opened to the public last year. Its collections are barbara..."

Seeing Wang Xiaojun's eloquent introduction, Jiang Yan was very surprised.

He didn't know much about Ma Weidu.

The impression is that I am a cultural person, who has a lot of research on collections and has attended hundreds of lectures.

But that's all after the new century.

I didn't expect this guy to be able to open a museum in only 98.

This is so much energy.

Museums are not open to just anyone these days.

Just like Jiang Yan.

If he entered the foreign world more times, the antiquities he brought out might fill several large warehouses.

But having a collection does not mean that you are qualified to open a museum.

There must be someone above, and it is not enough to just know each other, it must be a strong relationship.

To this, Jiang Yan can only say one word: Niubi!
But no matter how good the pen is, you have to put the ugly words first:
"If the wine bottle is really good, I can donate it, but I want to sell those jades for money!"

There is only one wine bottle, so if you donate it, you donate it. I think this is the reason why Wang Xiaojun is so caring and brought him here.

But there is enough for a small box of jade, pearl and agate.

If you really want him to donate, he is not willing.

This is all money!
However, when Wang Xiaojun heard that Jiang Yan was willing to donate, his eyebrows furrowed: "Really?"

He was indeed surprised.

He knew that Jiang Yan was rich.

But if the wine bottle is really capable, it is at least worth a hundred thousand.

One hundred thousand, if you say donate, donate, this can't help but change his sense of Jiang Yan a lot.

Seeing his surprised look, Jiang Yan almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

I him. . .

You shouldn't talk too much!
Jiang Yan wished he could slap himself in the face.

But everything has been said, and you can't go back on the spot.

So Jiang Yan said in a bad mood: "The premise is that you have to help me sell the goods."

"That's no problem, I will definitely help you. In fact, your jades are not special antiques, and they can be sold anywhere."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan didn't want to talk anymore.

Can it be sold anywhere?
Then why am I here?

Also catch a wine bottle in vain.

Hey. . .

After all, it is a loss of not knowing how to do it!

"Forget it, let's go in."

"okay!"

. . . .

Ma Weidu will arrive in a while.

So after entering the museum, Wang Xiaohui took Jiang Yan to visit first.

It was more than four o'clock in the afternoon.

It's almost closing time.

There were no visitors in the museum at this time.

Jiang Yan thought that even in the peak period, there would not be many people.

After all, the entire museum is only less than [-] square meters.

There are not many collections.

There is no introduction of the beautiful young lady on the platform.

Just looking at those antiques is really meaningless.

It will also attract antiques or ancient culture lovers.

"Come let me introduce you. This is Wang Yu, the restorer in our museum, who is good at appraisal and restoration of calligraphy and painting."

At this time, Wang Xiaojun brought Jiang Yan to a workbench, pointed to a middle-aged man in his fifties and introduced him.

"Hello, hello." Although Jiang Yan was not very interested, he still had basic courtesy.

Wang Yu was working at this time, seeing Wang Xiaojun brought a young man, she just raised her head and smiled, and continued to work.

That perfunctory attitude made Wang Xiaojun almost unable to get off the stage.

"Ahem...Wang Gong is not very talkative." Wang Xiaojun was very embarrassed, so he pulled Jiang Yan away, "Come on, I will take you to see porcelain."

Jiang Yan didn't care.

It's rude to interrupt someone's work.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was only such a staff member in the museum, Wang Xiaojun probably wouldn't have brought him to say hello.

But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly froze.

His gaze has been attracted by the words on Wang Yu's desk case.

It was a brown-bottomed scroll, the paper was badly damaged in some places, and it could be seen that it was several years old.

But what attracted Jiang Yan was not the scroll itself, but the words on it.

He stepped forward, adjusted his gaze to the same angle as Wang Yu, and began to observe carefully.

Wang Yu saw that the young man suddenly approached him and looked serious. He immediately felt that he was interested in what he was doing. He also considered that his attitude seemed a little cold just now, so he took the initiative to ask: " What, interested?"

"Yes." Jiang Yan nodded, and immediately added, "I mean I am interested in this word."

"Young people still know calligraphy?" Wang Yu asked.

"Well, I understand a little bit." Jiang Yan said without raising his head.

"Hey, I still understand a little bit." Wang Yu laughed on the spot.

He didn't expect the child to speak so loudly and not at all humble.

So he asked, "Then tell me, what do you see?"

"This was not written by Zhao Ji." Jiang Yan blurted out, but still did not look up.

On the other hand, Wang Yu was stunned when he heard the words.

He had expected the kid to say something from the typeface.

If the words are okay, I will also give some praise to show encouragement.

If it's flawed, teach him a little lesson.

After all, there are not many young people interested in Chinese studies, so they dare not discourage their enthusiasm.

If you do it well, you can finally get a "teacher".

Then he used the excuse of being busy with work to let the child play while he was busy.

In this way, the work can not be disturbed, but also let the child learn something, it can be said that everyone is happy.

In the end, I didn't expect that the child just opened his mouth and said that the word was fake?
Where did this brat come from?

You can also evaluate Zhao Ji's writing?
This is not talking about Zhao Ji.

This is clearly saying that my life is not good!

Good guy!
In vain I think about you everywhere.

Is this what you child did to me?
So Wang Yu immediately straightened up, raised his glasses angrily, and said to Jiang Yan with a calm face but a slightly trembling tone: "Come on, tell me, how did you decide?!"

Seeing this, Wang Xiaojun slapped his thigh anxiously.

I'm really dizzy today.

Why did you bring Jiang Yan to this stubborn old man?

This is someone that even Ma Weidu can't help.

Big temper, low emotional intelligence.

If it wasn't for his great skills, Ma Weidu wouldn't even want to hire him!

Now it's all right, Jiang Yan has stimulated this old stubbornness.

If I hadn't lowered my head and apologized, I wouldn't have even thought of leaving.

Unless you can tell him.

But the problem is, Jiang Yan knows how to identify Mao, can he be more stubborn in theory?
But let him apologize. . .

It's over!

Wang Xiaojun burst into tears in his heart.

Comrade Fan Datian, brother, I'm sorry, your hard work will soon be in vain. . .Eh?

Wang Xiaojun was halfway through crying, and suddenly his eyes widened.

(End of this chapter)