Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 126 Bombing Winter Capital
Wang Zhao took out a large bunch of keys from the drawer and led the way, followed by Shao Bolin and Jiang Shan.

Yanjing Academy of Painting is a courtyard house in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. There are three rooms in the southeast, north and west respectively, and the gray bricks and green floors are very regular.

A group of people came to the door of one of the side rooms, when Wang Zhao clattered and unlocked it.

Shao Bolin couldn't bear it any longer. He glanced at Jiangshan beside him, and both of them had the same joy in their eyes.

The door was pushed open from the outside to the inside, and the room was clean and refreshing, without any peculiar smell as imagined.

Wang Zhao pushed the window open, and the sun wrapped in dust immediately passed through the window.

Each wooden box is placed on a wooden frame, and in the eyes of Jiangshan, it is wider than a wooden box with a large cover.

The wooden boxes were opened one by one, and there were probably 2 to 30 paintings in each box.

All scrolls were removed.

"Oh!" Shao Bolin was stunned when he saw these works!
"Be careful, be careful," he squatted down, and kept reminding Wang Zhao, who was professional in movement: "Be more careful."

At this time, Jiang Shan had already held his breath.

He knew in his heart that there might be only one chance in this life to have such close contact with the master's full box of masterpieces.

Qi Lao's works in the box include Huawu, Chongyu, landscapes, and figures, and most of them are banners.

Each piece can be called a pinnacle work, a peerless treasure.

It turned out that the Yanjing Academy of Painting collected works that everyone was most satisfied with when they were alive.

Many of these paintings that have been preserved are the first to be seen in the world.

"It's all here, take your time," Wang Zhao, a disciple of the Eight Banners, said slowly.

Sure enough, he has seen the big world, compared to the other three in the room, he is still the calmest.

Seeing that the other party didn't make a move, Wang Zhao smiled and said, "Quickly see if there is anything you want."

This is said, as if they can take it away if they fancy it.

Jiang Shan squatted down with a smile when he heard this, and at this moment Yu Sigui also raised his camera.

"Teacher Shao," Jiang Shan pointed to one of the boxes, "Flowers and birds are here."

Shao Bolin, who had not enough eyesight, quickly moved a few steps toward him: "So many."

A box full of flowers and birds!

Jiang Shan helped Shao Bolin take out the paintings one by one, sighed in turn, and hurriedly took pictures to record.

Mr. Shao's photography work was meticulous and demanding, and he was busy until sunset, when he bid farewell to Wang Zhao from Yanjing Academy of Painting with a thank you.

"This man is very interesting,"

Jiang Shan has never seen any relatives of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but he only thinks that Comrade Wang has a high awareness of serving the people.

"Yes," Shao Bolin felt the same way, and he thought of Jiangshan in the next second:
"You must be hungry after working for a long time, why don't I treat you to hot pot."

Jiang Shan's eyes were sharp: "Okay! Which one to eat?"

Yu Sigui is afraid of spicy food: "I...I want to eat Bombing Dongjing."

"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Shan wanted to listen again.

Yu Sigui met his eyes, tilted his head and said word by word: "Bomb Dongjing."

"Oh," Shao Bolin smiled: "You also know this dish?"

"Yeah!" Yu Sigui smiled and closed his light blue long coat, which he just spent almost [-] in a department store.

Jiang Shan has never heard of it, he just wants to eat hot pot for a while.

But, no one cares what he likes to eat.

Landlord Shao Bolin brought two guests all the way to the Yanjing Hotel at the junction of Chang'an Street and Wangfujing.

The waiter in the long navy blue coat in front of the restaurant immediately stopped them with his hand.

After stopping, Jiang Shan and Shao Bolin looked at Yu Sigui at the same time.

After Yu Sigui took out his passport, the navy blue coat opened the glass door for them.

Whether it is present or future generations, Yanjing Hotel is one of the best.

Walking on the light yellow wool carpet, Shao Bolin pointed to the direction of the banquet hall and introduced to Jiang Shan:

"Your teacher Huang was in charge of the art design of this building back then, and he and Wu Guanzhong completed a "New Map of Ten Thousand Miles of the Yangtze River" there."

Jiang Shan glanced around, but unfortunately some places in the hotel were not open to the public.

Having a passport doesn't help either.

The three of them sat down in the dining room, and Yu Sigui held the recipe as thick as a dictionary in his hands with great interest.
Jiang Shan was already hungry: "Give me a bowl of fried noodles first!"

The waiter nodded and made a note.

Looking at Yu Sigui again, the more he watched, the more dizzy he became: "Excuse me, do you have a dish called Bombing Dongjing?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "It's not called bombing Dongjing now."

"What's that called?"

"A clap of thunder!"

"It's better to bomb Dongjing!"

The waiter obviously has seen the world: "Sure, I'll write it down for you."

Jiangshan’s fried noodles are the fastest, and the set of tableware is exquisite.

But the most important thing is the sauce!
The first mouthful of noodles is the most authentic, and Jiang Shan is immersed in the noodles.

Shao Bolin and Yu Sigui at the same table chatted one after another, but their focus was all on the direction of Jiangshan.

Just when the two of them couldn't bear the suffering, the dishes were served one after another.

After the last dish was put on the table, the waiter held a bowl in his hand and read aloud: "Bomb Dongjing!"

Then pour the sea cucumber stewed three delicacies in the bowl on the rice crust,
baah~

Yu Sigui leaned back: "Wow!"

Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing: "Haven't you seen this?"

Yu Sigui shook his head: "I haven't seen it before, it's quite fun to watch."

Shao Bolin, who was holding the chopsticks, hurriedly said when the aroma came to his nose: "This dish is not only fun but also delicious. Come and try it!"

This meal is no worse than hot pot, Jiang Shan estimated that Shao Bolin would spend two months' wages.

But I never thought that Yu Sigui would settle the debt.

This incident caused a lot of trouble, and the two big men were doing self-criticism repeatedly on the way out of the hotel.

"I ordered these dishes," Yu Sigui felt reasonable, "and they are really delicious."

So, Jiang Shan borrowed a ladder to get out of the room: "Next time I will treat you to something better."

Yu Sigui nodded: "Just tomorrow!"

Shao Bolin on the side smiled and held Jiang Shan's hand: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, can your newspaper office really appeal for the zodiac stamps for us?"

From Shao Bolin's point of view at this time, paper publication was still a very official matter.

"No problem," Jiang Shan almost assured MZX: "I will write the manuscript myself next month, and I will send a copy to you and Mr. Huang."

"Thank you very much, Editor Jiang," Shao Bolin said with his heart still tied to the monkey ticket, "I will also work hard on my side."

When the two sides parted, it was already dark in Yanjing.

"Miss Yu," Jiang Shan stretched in the street, "Where are we going to stay tonight?"

Yu Siguo began to miss the days at the Guangzhou Academy of Painting: "Can we stay at the Yanjing Academy of Painting tonight?"

"Hehe," Jiang Shan shook his head slightly: "I don't have that ability, why don't you try it."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Yu Sigui wrapped his coat tightly: "Comrade Xiaojiang, I'll go with you."

"Let's go," Jiang Shan had already thought about it, "I'll take you to a good place."

In the hostel of Yanjing TV Station, Jiang Shan opened several letters of introduction before leaving.

"One room per person," Jiang Shan handed over the key: "Don't worry about anyone else."

"You wait for me." Yu Sigui hummed a ditty all the way up the stairs without even looking at Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan laughed, and turned around to find the waitress standing inside the service desk looking at him.

Immediately explained: "My sister, just came back from overseas."

"Oh~" The waiter hurriedly nodded with a smile, "Your sister is so beautiful."

"Okay!"

"Comrade, what do you need?"

Jiang Shan pointed to the public phone on the service desk: "I want to make a call."

Not knowing if Zhou Yeming was still on the TV station, Jiang Shan made a phone call.

"Hi, I'm Zhou Yeming," a familiar voice came from the phone.

Jiang Shan was overjoyed: "Director Zhou, I am Jiang Shan, and I have come to Yanjing."

"Jiangshan," Zhou Yeming's voice was obviously full of surprise: "You have arrived? I received a call from Lao Gu yesterday."

"I went to Yanjing Academy of Painting during the day and participated in the unboxing ceremony of Qi Lao's collection of paintings," Jiang Shan said more and more, panting, "I just came out of Yanjing Hotel, and I wanted to call you quickly."

"Hehe, it's better to be your kid,"

At this moment, Zhou Yeming was muttering to himself, old Qi's collection of paintings?Unboxing ceremony?He didn't receive any news at all.

Jiang Shan continued on the phone: "I'm all under the influence of an old artist, no, I have to ask you for help when I encounter something."

Zhou Yeming knew that he was a young comrade who couldn't hide his depth, but Xiao Jiang's popularity is really amazing:

"Xiao Jiang, you don't have to be polite with me. I have already prepared all the tickets for Pierre Cardin."

"Really," Jiang Shan was quite surprised: "I was worried that I said it too late."

After all, there was no trip to Yanjing in the first place.

"This ticket is really not easy to deal with,"

Jiang Shan didn't mention it, Zhou Yeming didn't know about it yet: "This is a fashion show held by the Ministry of Light Industry, it's not public..."

(End of this chapter)