Power and Wealth

Airport runway.

Today is Zhou said, there are many people returning home.

On the flight, the boarding crowd whistled, and the luggage compartment was crowded with winks. Dong Xuebin was the last to board the plane. At first glance at this stand, he didn't dare to put the cloth bag on top. He simply held it carefully in his arms, searched for a seat, sat in the rear row against the window, fastened his seat belt and strangled his waist, then placed the bag of Bodhisattva statue and mountain water painting gently next to his thigh.

Suddenly, the seats were heavy and a man sat next to him.

This side of the seat was narrow, and the cloth bag took up a bit of space, so the person sat down with a cold knee and kowtowed Dong Xuebin's leg.

Dong Xuebin had a sore leg and took a subconscious breath.

“Yo, sorry, sorry.” The middle-aged man apologized, “I'm sorry, young man. ”

As soon as he heard the other party's accent was Yanjing, Dong Xuebin laughed. “It's okay, it's nothing. ”

Mu Zhengzhong flanked his leg. "Yan Jingren? International students, right? ”

“Study abroad? I've been working for two years and I've been working on things.” Dong Xuebin looked at him and blinked, "Did you come here to travel? You look familiar. ”

Mu Zhengzhong said: "It's not a tour, come and buy an antique one, but it didn't work. ”

“Antique? Oh, I like it, too. ”

This middle-aged man, who made Dong Xuebin very familiar to him, was in his 40s and under 50 years old. His face, strong eyebrows, seemed quite polite and modest. It was the character of the old Yan Jing people of Zheng Jing Dynasty. They were all from their hometown and sat together. Dong Xuebin was idle and idle, so he talked to him about antiquities. However, he admired him when he talked to Dong Xuebin. Mu Zhengzhong's very knowledgeable about cultural relics. He is not at all comparable to Dong Xuebin, Tang Song Yuan Ming Qing, a generation of literary people are believers.

Dong Xuebin suddenly remembered a name, he couldn't help but pat his thigh, “Hey, look at my brain, are you Mu Zhengzhong? ”

Mu Zhengzhong smiled, “Do we know each other? ”

“I know you. I'm sure you don't know me. I've heard so much about you. ”

“Not so evil.” Mo Zhengzhong shook his head with a smile, "my reputation was all blown up in the media, don't let the TV fool you, huh? ”

“You are too modest. ”

Mu Zhengzhong's fame is loud in the collecting world. Dong Xuebin was able to work in an antique play shop when he went to university. Of course, he knew that in Beijing, the first private museum was Mu Zhengzhong's handwriting. His personal property was far from being described by Wanguang. If all his museum collections were sold through an auction program, he believed that their value was definitely an astronomical number. However, it seems that the museum is not run to make money, it only provides a cultural environment. I hear that Mu Zhengzhong is also committed to charity. Dong Xuebin respects this kind of person.

That's a coincidence.

Dong Xuebin Lehao: “This is his hometown, Teacher Mo, you have to tell me about the antique collection. It's not easy to meet you, I have to ask you well. ”

Mu Zhengzheng waved his hand, “I used to hit my eyes too. ”

“And modest, you despise me. ”

“Oh, no, don't ask, let's talk to each other. ”

“Okay, so I can ask? What do you think of Japanese antiques? What's it worth? ”

Dong Xuebin already had a preliminary idea in his heart. He was going to donate the "Snowboat Spill Mo Shan Water Map" to the Palace Museum. Now it is really inappropriate to think about it. There is nothing else, but the national treasure level relics are involved too much, inevitably it will cause some diplomatic disputes. Now it seems that the private museum is a good option, at least not too much to do with this level of the country. However, Dong Xuebin doesn't know Mu Zhengzhong very well, so he also maintains a cautious attitude. With this in mind, Dong Xuebin simply didn't sign up his name, didn't pick his eyes, and pretended to be just an ordinary young man.

Mu Zhengzhong is very easygoing, very low-key, all flying in economy class, no one can see that he is a rich man, he is also quite fond of Dong Xuebin, Mu Zhengzhong, all Yan Jing people, this young man is also good temperament, so see Dong Xuebin asked, Mu Zhengzhong did not hide any privacy, and briefly said what he knew about Japanese antiques, three hours of airplane, it is also nice to have a personal chat.

One hour… two hours… the two of them had a very speculative conversation and laughed.

Dong Xuebin feels that he still sees people more accurately. Mu Zhengzhong left a very good impression on him. He is not as hypocritical as the official people, very sincere, very courageous, he is a worthy person.

Finally, Dong Xuebin introduced the topic to "Snowboat Splash Mo Shan Water Map".

Mu Zhengzhi said: “You can ask me about this painting. Oh, to be honest, I've only seen Snowboat Splash Mo Mountain Water Map twice with the National Museum. Well, as for the evaluation, I'm not sure it's very good. After all, there are some cultural differences with our country, but let me put it this way, even Mr. Baishi's painting can't be called a national treasure. Even the first level cultural relics and the second level cultural relics are not counted. However, Snowboat Splash Mo Water Map can be regarded as a treasure, even among the national treasures, and its historical and economic value doesn't have to be said. ”

Dong Xuebin winked: “So good? ”

“That's for sure. What's up, boy? So interested in Japanese antiques? ”

“Cough, that's not true, just curious, can they be better than Mr. Qi painted? ”

“Nor can you say that the national circumstances are different. The most important is the historical value of Snowboat Spill Mo Shan Water Map. Mr. Qi Baishi's painting is good, but more economically and ornamentally preferred, and Snowboat Spill Mo Shan Water Map… there is no comparable surname.” At the end of the day, Mu Zhengzhong added a sentence, "But the Snowboat Splashes Mo Mountain Water Map is a good painting, although I've only seen it twice, but it's very impressive, art has no boundaries. ”

Dong Xuebin nodded and didn't say much.

Talking, Mu Zhengzhong suddenly said: "Boy, don't you know your name yet? ”

Dong Xuebin smiled. “My name is too vulgar to make you laugh. I'm sorry. ”

Suddenly, Mu Zhengzhong smiled and never asked again.

Around 6: 40 p.m., the plane landed on the runway of Yanjing Capital Airport in a turbulence. Dong Xuebin got off the plane and again used a stop to cross customs and left the lobby with a bag. Far away, Mu Zhengzhong was lighting a cigarette at the door of the terminal building, as if waiting for someone, just seconds later, an Audi A8 parked in front of him, there was only one driver in the car, Mu Zhengzhong smiled and the driver nodded and strangled the cigarette butt into the car.

Dong Xuebin had been following him, saw the letter, walked up and pulled the back door, directly into the car.

The driver's face changed and looked back at him and said, "Who is this?"

Dong Xuebin looked at his face and said: "Teacher Mo, I am familiar with you. Oh, can I take your car? ”

“Oh, sure, no problem.” Mu Zhengzhong also looked at him with some hesitation. He didn't ask much. "I'm not in a hurry, so I'll take you home first? ”

Dong Xuebin said that Teacher Mo was really interesting, nodded: “I'm so sorry to bother you. ”

The car drove off, went around the terminal and prepared for the airport highway.

Suddenly, on a side road outside the airport, Dong Xuebin called the driver, “Please stop the car, driver, can you please excuse me? I have something to talk to Mr. Moore about. ”

The driver's board raised its face.

Mu Zhengzhong also stunned, “What is it? ”

Dong Xuebin looked around, “It's quite important, I can only talk to you alone. ”

Mu Zhengzhong thought about it, his eyes were boring, but he had a lot of experience, everyone had seen him, and finally he waved at the driver, "Zhou, get out of the car and have a smoke. ”

The driver cautioned: "This man..."

“It's okay, go down. ”

Helpless, the driver had to open the door and get out of the car and walk not far away.

Mu Zhengzhong smiled bitterly: "What's so mysterious, young man? Can we talk now? ”

Look around, there are no intersection cameras, Dong Xuebin hummed, “I'm sorry, Teacher Mo, the situation is quite special, but I am too abrupt, please understand. ”

“Not in the way. Go ahead? ”

Dong Xuebin, sitting in the back seat, moved his body, freed up some empty space, grabbed the cloth bag he had been holding, slowly unbuckled the dead button, took out a scroll, unbuckled the belt, and handed it to the other party.

Mu Zheng looked down in confusion and then slowly opened it with his hand.

This view doesn't matter. Forgive Mu Zhengzhong for his insight, but this also scared the big jump, “Snowboat Spills Mo Mountain Water Map!? ”

Dong Xuebin didn't say anything.

Mu Zheng was a little stunned. He couldn't even talk to him. He immediately spread the shaft apart. He looked up and down carefully. At the end of the day, he also took the end of the magnifying glass for a while, and finally came to a conclusion that made him stare, "It's true! It's the true story of the National Museum!?” After a sip of cool air, Mu Zhengzhong finally knew why they were so mysterious and why they didn't even tell him their names. “Boy, I just heard that the National Museum was stolen in broad daylight before I got on the plane. This is...”

Dong Xuebin smiled. “Then I don't know. How do you like this thing? ”

Mu Zhengzhong couldn't help but laugh. “Of course the national treasure of Japan is unusual, young man. You showed me something hot. What does that mean? ”

"'I don't know what to do,' said Dong Xuebin. 'I don't know what to do, so I'd like to talk to you about it. ”

Mu Zhengzhong soon calmed down, inhaled, again repeatedly elaborated the painting for a while. It used to be the national treasure of the Republic flowed overseas. How could Mu Zhengzhong not have thought that he would one day have the national treasure of other countries in his hands? He seemed a little excited. There were also countless questions in his heart. The National Museum was stolen. This young man did it? But how did he get out? How did you get on the plane? Did you bring your stuff back to your country after customs? Who the fuck is this?

(To be continued)