At noon, the mid-spring sunshine carries a warm temperature. Across the street, there was distant noise from the University of Trade and Economics campus, and you could vaguely see small spots of people among the teaching buildings, buildings, and woods, full of youthful atmosphere.
"You kid!" Professor Zhao raised his head and laughed, then stretched out his hand and tapped the height of the well. On crutches, supported by his daughter Zhao Shiyan, he called Jing Gao to his study.
For literati, the study is a very private place. It represents some kind of recognition.
Professor Zhao had the attitude of being open-minded and having a long conversation.
The study room is very elegantly decorated. Based on Jing Gao's understanding of Professor Zhao, most of the paintings and calligraphy in his study room are genuine. Pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and books are displayed on the large desk made of yellow pear wood.
Jing Gao sat casually in the wooden chair, said "thank you" to Zhao Shiyan who brought tea, and said with a smile: "Professor Zhao, what on earth is going on? The way you are crouching down makes me feel uneasy."
Professor Zhao said with a smile: "Xiaojing, you should be impressed by the three-day separation! However, this point is not correct. I am a stinky old nine and a sour scholar. You are a wealthy businessman, famous all over the world. "
This is called "set it up and grill it"!
Jing Gao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He waved his hand and said, "Professor Zhao, please tell me something quickly." I'm afraid of you.
Zhao Shiyan covered her mouth and smiled beside her. After what happened with Liao Rong, she has been visiting her father frequently recently, and her relationship with Professor Zhao has recovered.
Professor Zhao and Jing Gao have been friends for many years, and all the care of the orphans is left to Jing Gao. This kind of friendship, the conversation skills are similar here. Then, it becomes a bit strange. He walked down the steps and said: "
Since modern times, China has been poor and weak, and was invaded by Western powers. Li Hongzhang said that this is a major change that has not happened in three thousand years. Dynasties changed and people were displaced. People with human faces and animal hearts are running rampant, and people with wolf-like hearts and dog lungs are everywhere.
Under such circumstances, our country's cultural relics have experienced several large-scale losses. For example, the Eight-Power Allied Forces burned the Old Summer Palace, such as Dunhuang murals, etc. Every event and period makes us latecomers sigh.
I currently work part-time in a team under the China Special Fund for Rescue of Lost Overseas Cultural Relics. Together with a few old friends, I am responsible for the research and coordination of the cultural relics of the Old Summer Palace. "
Having said this, the sixty-nine-year-old Professor Zhao drank water and panted slightly. His body has really declined a lot in the past two years. Relationship breakup and divorce, daughter's divorce, heart surgery, ex-wife scandal, old friend Ren He stabbed him, he survived these series of things. But it is inevitable that he will become even more physically aged.
Jing Gao nodded and listened carefully.
He was born under the red flag and grew up in New China. Of course, we are familiar with the history of humiliation in modern China. In fact, in college, apart from working part-time, he went to the library to study. His knowledge structure is not lacking, but it does not have the depth of elites and professors.
He felt the same as what Professor Zhao said. He remembered that when he read Yu Qiuyu's "Cultural Journey" and saw the loss of cultural relics in Dunhuang, he exchanged the precious scrolls for dozens of silver coins, or simply snatched them away. That kind of regret and anger really swirled in my heart.
When a person thinks about the issues of survival and death, he must ask himself three questions: Who am I, where do I come from, and where do I want to go?
Don't think this is a joke. Unless you can avoid death. Otherwise, anyone would think about these issues, just at different stages of life. Let me ask, who can avoid death?
The inheritance of history and culture is to explain and tell you: Where do I come from!
Professor Zhao then introduced the situation, "Among the various cultural relics lost in the Old Summer Palace, the most well-known and most precious cultural relics are the bronze statues of the twelve zodiac animal heads. So far, 7 have been recovered. There are also snake heads, chicken heads, The whereabouts of the bronze statues of dog heads, sheep heads and dragon heads are unknown. A few days ago, our team learned that the dragon head statues appeared in a private wealthy manor in the beautiful country."
Jing Gao expressed his stance cheerfully: "What can I do?"
Professor Zhao looked satisfied. He was indeed a young man he recognized. He really had nothing to say in terms of his three views, otherwise he would be talking like a chicken. He said with emotion: "We are currently verifying whether the news is true or false. If the collector intends to sell it, the price may be more than 200 million. The cultural fund has limited money. I hope you can sponsor a sum of money to sell the dragon." Buy it back for the first time.”
"Of course, my request is very excessive. No one's money comes from the flood. You can ask for anything. It must be a benefit. For example, the animal heads bought by the Poly Group with money are all put away. In their own museum.
If you are interested, I will take you to meet Lao Wu after a while. These old guys can still talk to each other in the education circles in the capital. "
Jing Gao laughed and said, "Professor Zhao, I have no intention of setting up a museum. I know nothing about cultural relics and antiques. As long as the information is confirmed, I am willing to pay for it. I have no other requirements, even if you always owe me a favor.
In addition, I will donate 10 million to your Yuanmingyuan cultural relics recovery team. I hope I will have the opportunity to meet a few professors in the future. "
Professor Zhao suddenly laughed heartily, "You kid! Haha! Shiyan, go and take out the rice wine from my collection. Let's have a few drinks with Xiaojing at noon today."
Jing Gao was very generous and handled things well. An old guy like him is a little embarrassed.
Of course, he has plenty of debt anyway. After his death, his daughter Zhao Shiyan will be entrusted to Jing Gao to take care of her for the rest of her life, ensuring that she has enough food and clothing and is not bullied.
"Okay, Dad!" Zhao Shiyan left the study with a smile.
Professor Zhao took a sip of tea and sighed again: "Xiaojing, I owe you a favor. However, if you want to see Lao Wu and the others, there is no need to donate 10 million. If you have nothing to do and ask them for help, just brush up. My initial impression is that a donation of 1 million will be enough. When the time comes, I will take you there, and those old guys will have to give me some face."
Jing Gao smiled and said, "Then I'll listen to you."
He is still willing to make some contribution to the recovery of cultural relics. How awesome!
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During the noon meal, Professor Zhao was controlled by Zhao Shiyan and Aunt Chunlan and only drank a glass of rice wine. Although he protested, it was still to no avail.
Zhao Shiyan drank a few drinks with Jing Gao on behalf of Professor Zhao.
There is no other meaning than that the daughter drinks instead of her father. Who asked Professor Zhao to have only one daughter?
Professor Zhao was a little drunk after just one glass of wine, so he was helped to take a lunch break. Zhao Shiyan sent Jing Gao to the door of 2001 next door. After thinking for a while, he asked: "Mr. Jing, is Aunt Liao okay?"
She and Liao Rong still have some feelings. Whether it's from her father's perspective or the fact that they often trade together.
Jing Gao drank some wine and was slightly tipsy. He didn't hide it from Zhao Shiyan and said: "Liao Rong is currently in the beautiful country. She can return to the country when the limelight passes. However, I am not prepared to entrust her with important responsibilities in the short term. She is now Need to avoid the flash.”
At least until Professor Zhao passes away, he will not re-appoint Liao Rong. If he engages in similar scandals again, he will feel sorry for Professor Zhao.
Zhao Shiyan nodded, "Well...Mr. Jing, goodbye." She watched Jing Gao enter the room. The emotion in my heart is hard to describe.
When she went to the hospital to see her father, how could she have imagined that the young man sitting next to An Zhiwen would reach the heights he is today?
Spending huge sums of money to help buy national cultural relics without blinking an eye. The boss is doing it.
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Jing Gao returned to the house, where Chen Qingshuang and Nie Yunxi were chatting on the balcony. Xiaohe delivered takeout from a nearby hotel to the two of them.
After listening to Jing Gao's words on the sofa in the living room, Nie Yunxi frowned slightly and pointed out: "Mr. Jing, you agreed a little too readily!"
Jing Gao took the strong tea that Chen Qingshuang brought him, leaned on the sofa, smiled slightly, and said nothing.
Nie Yunxi said softly: "Mr. Jing, I actually admire your behavior. It is completely worth spending 200 million to help relevant units recover the national treasure of Chinese civilization. I can understand your feelings about your family and country."
But, as your personal assistant, I need to persuade you. You spent the money without getting any actual benefits.
Moreover, if you are so cheerful, if the news spreads, will some relevant cultural relics protection units come to you next time? If you don't agree, you will be blamed. This is the same as doing charity in the early years and ruining the family.
This is not how human beings work. Be sure to set a threshold. Use this to protect yourself. "
Chen Qingshuang blinked and heard what Sister Nie said, Brother Jing had done something wrong. But she looked at Jing Gao and smiled without saying a word, obviously she had other plans.
