Chapter 408: [Frightened! 】

Chapter 8 is scared!
On the airport runway.
Today is Sunday, and there are many people returning to China.
On the flight, the people who boarded the plane were screaming, and the luggage in the luggage compartment was packed. Dong Xuebin was the last one to board the plane. When he saw this posture, he did not dare to put the bag on it. He simply hugged it in his arms, looked for a seat, and sat down in the back row of windows. The seat belt stretches the waist and then gently rests the bag of the Buddha statue and the landscape painting on the thigh.
Suddenly, the seat was heavy and there was a person sitting next to him.
The seats here are relatively narrow, and the cloth bag occupies a little place, so when the person sits down, the knees are cold and the legs of Dong Xuebin are not enough.
Dong Xuebin had a pain in his leg and took a subconscious breath.
"Oh, sorry, sorry." The middle-aged man apologized: "Sorry, boy."
When I heard that the other person was a Beijing accent, Dong Xuebin smiled. "Nothing, little meaning, huh, huh."
Mu Zhengzhong put his legs to the side and smiled and said: "Beijing people? International students?"
"Study abroad? I have been working for two years, and I have to do something." Dong Xuebin looked at him and his eyes stunned. "You travel here? Look at you a little familiar."
Mu Zhengzhong said: "Not a tourist, come over and buy antiques, but did not buy it."
"Antiquities? Oh, I like it too."
This is a familiar middle-aged middle school, about 40 years old and less than 50 years old, the national character face, thick eyebrows, feeling very polite, very modest, is the kind of old Beijing people's character, They are all fellow villagers, sitting together, Dong Xuebin is still idle, and he chatted with him about antiques, but when he talked about Dong Xuebin, he admired it. Mu Zhengzhong’s knowledge of cultural relics is very profound. It’s not Dong Xuebin. The half-hanger is comparable to the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the generations of cultural relics knowledge are from hand to hand.
The more he listened to Dong Xuebin, the more he remembered a name. He couldn’t help but pat his thigh. "Hey, look at me, are you in the middle of it?"
Mu Zhengzhong smiled, "Let's know?"
"I know you, you certainly don't know me, I have long been famous."
"It's not so evil." Mu Zhengzhong smiled and shook his head. "I have this reputation all blown out by the media. Don't let the TV be cheated, huh, huh."
"You, too modest."
Mu Zhengzhong’s name is loud in the collection world. Dong Xuebin can go to work in the antique shop when he is in college. Of course, he knows that in Beijing, the first private museum is Mu Zhengzhong’s handwriting. Without his personal property, if all the collections of his museum are sold in the auction process, I believe its value is definitely an astronomical number. However, people open museums do not seem to make money, but provide a cultural environment. I heard that Mu Zhengzhong is also committed to charity. Dong Xuebin is very respectful to such people.
This is a coincidence.
Dong Xuebin said happily: "This is the real knowledge of his hometown. Teacher Mu, you have to tell me about the antique collection. It is not easy to meet you. I have to ask for advice."
Mu Zhengzhong waved his hand. "I also often look at it."
"And modest, you look down on me."
"Oh, no, don't ask, let's talk to each other."
"Well, then I can ask? What do you think of antiques? Where is its value?"
Dong Xuebin already had a preliminary idea in his heart. He also intended to donate the "Snow Boat Splashing Landscape" to the Palace Museum. Now it is not appropriate to think about it. Nothing else, the second-level cultural relics are better, but the national treasures. There are too many involved, and it will inevitably lead to some diplomatic disputes. It seems that private museums seem to be a good choice, at least not with the national level, but Dong Xuebin’s not for Mu Zhengzhong. Too much understanding, so I also maintained a cautious attitude. With this thought, Dong Xuebin simply did not report his name, did not pick his eyes, and only pretended to be a normal young man.
Mu Zhengzhong is very easy-going, very low-key, and he is in economy class by plane. No one can see that he is a rich man. He has a good impression on Dong Xuebin and Mu Zhengzhong. They are all Beijingers. This young man is also good in temperament, so See Dong Xuebin asked, Mu Zhengzhong did not hide the private, simply said everything about the antiques that he knew, three hours of the plane, there is a personal chat is not bad.
One hour……
Two hours...
The two chatted very speculatively, talking and laughing.
Dong Xuebin feels that he is still relatively accurate. Mu Zhengzhong’s impression on him is very good. There are not so many hypocrites in the officialdom, very sincere and very gracious, and it is a worthy person.
In the end, Dong Xuebin introduced the topic to the "Snow Boat Splashing Landscape".
Mu Zhengzhong smiled and said: "You can ask me to live in this painting, huh, to be honest, "Snow Boat Splashing Landscape" I only met the National Museum twice. There are some cultural differences with our country, but let me say that our country’s paintings of Qi Baishi’s old man cannot be called national treasures, and even the first-level cultural relics are not counted, but the
Snow Boat Splashing Landscape
can Being regarded as a national treasure, even among the national treasures, the historical value and economic value do not need to be said."
Dong Xuebin blinked: "Drawing so well?"
"That's for sure, what's the boy? Interested in antiques?"
"Cough, isn't that, is it curious that they can draw better than Mr. Qi?"
"You can't say that, the national conditions are different. The most important thing about "Snow Boat Splashing Landscape" is its historical value. Mr. Qi Baishi's paintings are good paintings, but they are more economical and ornamental, and "Snow Boat Splashing Landscape" "There is no comparability." At the end, Mu Zhengzhong added a sentence, "But the "Snow Boat Splashing Landscape" is indeed a good painting. Although I have only seen it twice, the impression is very deep, and art has no borders.

Dong Xuebin nodded and didn't say much more.
Chatting and chatting, Mu Zhengzhong suddenly said: "Young man, still don't know what you are calling?"
Dong Xuebin smiled. "My name is too vulgar, I will not let you laugh, sorry to say."
A glimpse, Mu Zhengzhong smiled and did not ask.
At about 6:40 in the evening, the plane landed on the runway of the Beijing Airport in a bump. Dong Xuebin got off the plane, used the customs again, and took the bag out of the hall. Far away, Mu Zhengzhong was smoking a cigarette at the entrance of the terminal. It seemed that after waiting for someone, it took only a few seconds for an Audi 8 to stop in front of him. There was only one driver in the car, Mu Zhengzhong. Smile and nodded to the driver, smothered the cigarette but got on the bus.
Dong Xuebin has been following him, seeing it, stepping up and pulling the rear door and getting on the bus.
The driver's face changed, and he looked back at him, and he said who he was.
Dong Xuebin squinted and said: "Mr. Mu, I am a self-cooked person, huh, can you take your car?"
"Oh, of course, no problem." Mu Zhengzhong also looked at him suspiciously, did not ask, smiled: "I am not in a hurry, so, send you back first?"
Dong Xuebin secretly said that this teacher Mu is really interesting, nodded and said: "I am sorry to trouble you."
The car opened and went out of the terminal building, ready to go to the airport.
Suddenly, on the auxiliary road outside the airport, Dong Xuebin stopped the driver. "Let's drive the car, the driver's master, can you please avoid it? I have something to talk to."
The driver board has a face.
Mu Zhengzhong also groaned, "What is it?"
Dong Xuebin looked around. "It's very important. I can only talk to you alone."
Mu Zhengzhong thinks, his eyes are very boring, but his experience is many, everyone has seen it, and finally he waved his hand to the driver. "Old Zhou, you must get off the car and smoke."
The driver warned: "This person..."
"Nothing, go on."
Helpless, the driver had to open the door and get off the bus, not far away.
Mu Zhengzhong smiled bitterly: "Young man, what is mysterious and secret? Can you make God say it?"
Seeing that there is no intersection camera around, Dong Xuebin sighed, "Sorry, Teacher Mu, the situation is quite special, but I am too abrupt, please forgive me."
"Do not get in the way, let's talk?"
Sitting in the back seat, Dong Xuebin moved his body and made some empty space. He grabbed the cloth bag he had been holding, slowly untied the dead buckle, took out a pair of reels, untied the rubber bands, and handed them to each other. Hands.
Mu Zhengzhong looked down suspiciously, and then slowly opened his hand.
It doesn't matter if this is a look, Rao is very knowledgeable in Mu Zhengzhong, and this is also a big shock. "Snow Boat Splashing Landscape"!?"
Dong Xuebin did not say anything.
Mu Zhengzhong was a little embarrassed~EbookFREE.me~ I couldn’t attend to talk to him. I immediately spread all the axes of the painting, and looked up and down carefully. At the end, I took a magnifying glass and looked at it for a while. Finally I got a stunned look. In conclusion, "is the original! It is the authenticity of the National Museum!?" It took a sigh of relief, and Mu Zhengzhong finally knew why the other party was so mysterious. Why didn't he even tell him the name, stupid: "Young man, I am on the plane. I just heard that the National Museum was stolen during the day, this is..."
Dong Xuebin smiled. "Then I don't know. What about this thing?"
Mu Zhengzhong is crying and laughing. "The national treasure, of course, is not ordinary. Young man, you can show me a hot thing. What does this mean?"
Dong Xuebin said: "I don't know how to deal with it, so I would like to ask you for advice."
Mu Zhengzhong quickly calmed down and breathed in. He repeatedly looked at the painting for a while. It used to be the national treasure of the Republic. Mu Zhengzhong did not expect that he could one day make God to other countries. The national treasure is in his hands, his emotions are a little excited, and there are countless questions in his heart. The national museum was stolen. Is this young man doing it? But how did he escape? How come the plane? Have you passed the customs to bring things back to the motherland? What the is this man! ? ! ~!