The ancestors of the Zhu family were also a well-known family. In order to protect a number of national cultural relics, they spent all their wealth during the war and donated everything after the war without taking any money.
The Zhu family was originally a well-known family with a strong foundation and connections accumulated over the years. With the property left behind by their ancestors, they quickly established a foothold in antiques.
As the only legal heir, Zhu Jinglan naturally wanted to leave these antique properties to her children.
Although it seems that the eldest son will inherit the company and the younger son will inherit the antique business, it is very fair.
But anyone with a discerning eye knows that the human resources behind the antique shop are accumulated by generations of the Zhu family, and are far inferior to Lin's company.
Four years after Lin Xuedi's death, Zhu Jinglan would rather leave the antique shop to a professional agent than leave it to Lin Qingsong.
Lin Qingsong listened to Tang Wan talking on the other end of the phone, shook out a cigarette and held it in his mouth: "What are you calling for?"
Logan was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Qingsong glanced at Ren Zixian in the box and said, "I'm having dinner with someone."
"Who else are you here to accompany?" Tang Wan changed her words, "Are you accompanying your little lover?"
"If you have something to say," Lin Qingsong's patience ran out.
"Okay, let me tell you straight, your antique dealer has indeed taken action." Tang Wan got down to business, "I have recently discovered a lot of fakes, all of which are orphans in your private collection."
Lin Qingsong's eyes turned cold: "Is it a fake?"
"Yes, and it's well-made. Even an expert may not be able to tell that." Logan's tone was serious, "The person who made it must have seen your collection."
"Being a thief?"
"We can't be sure. After all, they are just some counterfeit collections. I tell you to give you an idea."
Lin Qingsong blew out a puff of smoke: "I know."
"I wish Jinglan will not delegate power to you. We need an eye of our own in the field of cultural relics. Please pay more attention to this matter. There is one more thing," Tang Wan sighed, "As far as I know, Jian Fangshu may be coming back. "
Lin Qingsong shook the cigarette in his hand and waited for a few seconds before speaking: "I'll be back when I get back."
"Are you really not concerned or are you just pretending?" Logan sneered, "Back then..."
"What happened back then was not what you thought." Lin Qingsong interrupted Tang Wan.
"No matter what happened back then, what is right and what is wrong is in the past. If you really like her, go and get her back, lest you regret it when there is someone new around Jian Fangshu." Tang Wan advised.
Lin Qingsong didn't want to say more and changed the subject, "I heard that your family and Su Ye's family are discussing a marriage?"
Tang Wan ate the melon until it hit his head, and said with a wry smile: "Yes, the Su family is a giant in the medical field, so my family naturally wants more guarantees."
"The three of us grew up together. I know your abilities very well. It's not a big deal to take care of both the Tang family's and Su's family's industries. It's just that you have thought about it." Lin Qingsong then laughed and said, "If we really and Su Ye has a business marriage relationship, can you still get along with each other like before?"
At this time, Tang Wan was silent. She never concealed her love for Su Ye, so apart from Su Ye's stone head, Lin Qingsong should be the one who could see it most clearly.
"The marriage between the Su family is inevitable, and if it's not me, it will be someone else."
"Does Su Ye know?" Lin Qingsong asked.
"I haven't told him yet," Logan said in a calm tone, as if he was talking about someone else's business. "It would be troublesome if he knew."
"I would like to remind you that if something becomes impure, it is easy for people to see clearly their own hearts. This is the case for Su Ye, and it is the same for you." Lin Qingsong knew that Tang Wan did not want to say more, so he could only hang up the phone.
As a result, Lin Qingsong lost interest. After telling the driver to send Ren Zixian back, he returned to the company.
On the other side, Ren Zixian went straight home and happened to meet an errand boy who came to deliver the goods.
Ren Zixian confirmed the purchase and signed for it.
It is a jade-colored palm teapot. The body of the teapot is thin and can transmit light. The Ditang flowers carved on it are lifelike. The whole shape of the teapot is natural, smooth and soothing.
Ren Zixian put it on the museum shelf in the tea room and wiped it carefully.
The little Gui sat at Ren Zixian's feet and wagged its tail. Ren Zixian was about to squat down and touch it.
There was a ding-dong sound, and Ren Zi opened the phone and saw that it was Li Shangshang calling.
Li Shangshang: "Sister, this is a message posted in the professor group. Remember to pick up your assignment tomorrow."
"Okay senior, let me take a look." Ren Zixian then clicked on the group message.
Half an hour ago, Professor Mo Wen said in the group that the sponsoring company was going to do several projects, and a total of six people in the laboratory would complete them together, and the thesis defense would be held in a week.
[Professor Mo Wen: As usual, you decide what to do. I only ask that the thesis defense and thesis don’t embarrass me by writing blindly. Your senior Tian Xu has gone to the field for internship, and Li Shangshang is here to arrange the topic this time. 】
Li Shangshang was a little flattered. Originally, this kind of job was the most popular arrangement for students from their instructors.
The senior sister who was one year older than her applied to go on an archaeological expedition with the group, and Professor Mo Wen actually appointed her to arrange it.
[Li Shangshang: Okay, I will make arrangements! 】
The project leader is undoubtedly the one who attracts the most attention. The four works that need to be restored this time will all be exhibited and auctioned at the charity dinner later this year.
If you can produce a paper that the tutor can't fault, you will not only show your ability to the tutor, but also show your face in front of the cultural relics protection factory and various business giants.
After the team leader's matter was settled, Professor Mo Wen stopped intervening.
This work was commissioned by the sponsoring company. There were three paintings and calligraphy works, all of which needed to be restored to a level that could be auctioned and exhibited.
Since Professor Mo Wen leaves it to the students, the difficulty will naturally not be too great.
It’s just that although postgraduate students in the protection and restoration of cultural relics pay attention to their hands-on skills, they cannot do without theoretical support.
So Professor Mowen added a flower and bird picture this time to add some intensity.
This painting of flowers and birds and other works will also be exhibited and auctioned as the finale of the charity dinner.
Li Shangshang gathered the others into a small group and quickly arranged the work:
[Li Shangshang: Zeng Rong and two newcomers were responsible for the restoration of the small seal calligraphy and painting fan, the medium-ground treasure-shaped medical calligraphy, and another peony painting. The rest of the group made flower and bird pictures with me. 】
The flower-and-bird painting is very difficult, so senior sisters and brothers were in charge of it. Qin Yiyi, a first-year graduate student, and she were led by Zeng Rong, a second-year graduate student, to do the remaining tasks that were not too difficult.
This is a very reasonable arrangement.
Ren Zixian clicked on Li Shangshang's private message and sent a voice message: "Sister, can I repair the flower and bird painting?"
Li Shangshang responded quickly: [School girl, you are a first-year graduate student and have never been exposed to cultural relic protection before, so you should study with Zeng Rong for a while. Do not worry. 】
Ren Zixian put down his mobile phone. This time he was responsible for the restoration of the flower and bird painting. It was indeed a good opportunity. Not only Ren Zixian, but also Li Shangshang and others would not let it go.
As soon as Ren Zixian entered the laboratory the next day, he heard Zeng Rong yelling: "Why should I do this? When can it be done with two rookies?"
Zeng Rong saw Ren Zixian coming in, and his voice increased instead of decreasing: "We all know how she got in, so what if we had good grades before? Why should we be dragged down by her after studying for four years?"
Zeng Rong was originally a second-year graduate student. If this project is mixed with a valuable second-year or third-year project, he might be able to represent the laboratory in next year's cultural relic restoration competition.
But Li Shangshang will sort them in order of difficulty, and Zeng Rong will lead two newcomers to restore the first three works, but the most important flower and bird paintings cannot be inserted.
The basic and mechanical responsibilities almost entirely fell on the three of them, and the subsequent innovative experiments and repair work that highlighted personal abilities had nothing to do with them. Of course he was anxious.
In the field of cultural relics restoration, it’s not just the teacher’s lineage that counts, but also the resume. Even under famous teachers, there are still fools. Who can show up in front of others and not seize every opportunity to climb up?
"Some people have changed their majors by some unknown means," Zeng Rong clasped his hands, hostile to Ren Zixian, "If you have skills but no skills, and you have character but no character, what can you do well?"
Ren Zixian ignored Zeng Rong's eccentricity and carefully observed the subjects of his works.
The topic that Professor Mo gave to Qin Yiyi and the others was a painting of flowers and birds. The blood stains and oil stains on it were minor problems. More importantly, the heart of the painting and the life paper were seriously sticky.
This kind of opportunity to appear directly in front of investors is rare. No wonder Zeng Rong wanted to join that group.
Ren Zixian caressed the sticky section on the calligraphy and painting, and it was actually not difficult to repair it.
Before the accident, Lin Xuedi had been studying the role of uncovering agents produced by biological enzymes in the restoration of ancient calligraphy and paintings.
If this new technology can be used, it will not only save time on unveiling the life sheet, but also add an example to the paper.
However, after Lin Xuedi's death, his teacher Yu Xinyi was ignored, and no one could take over the experiment, so there was no progress.
Ren Zixian thought of the information she brought, including Lin Xuedi's research materials on this exposure agent.
If this could be made into a paper for publication, it might be possible to get ahead in the field of cultural relic restoration more quickly.
She and Lin Xuedi carefully considered each word for the paper that exposed the agent, and it contained the hard work of both of them.
It's a pity that after Lin Xuedi passed away, her computer disappeared.
At that time, she did not have the energy to restore the thesis from that year.
Ren Zixian silently said in his heart not to be impatient and put this matter aside.
As soon as the decided topics came up, everyone felt that there was not enough time.
The time given by Professor Mo Wen is one week, which is enough to prepare a proposal report in normal time, but multiple projects need to be carried out together, and just looking for information is already a huge amount of work.
What's more, Professor Mo Wen is strict with his students and requires students to predict as much as possible the problems that may be encountered during the restoration of cultural relics and propose solutions before restoring cultural relics.
It is not uncommon for students to be scolded and have to do it over again during the thesis defense.
"Ren Zixian and Qin Yiyi, take these works to be washed," Zeng Rong pointed to the dirty paintings, "Don't say you can't do such a simple thing well."
Qin Yiyi was just about to get the scroll when she was pulled by Ren Zixian and went into the next door.
Zeng Rong clicked his tongue and turned around to do his own business.
"Hey, why are you running away?" Qin Yiyi followed in and saw several extremely large display cabinets inside, "Where is this place?"
"This is where the rice paper is kept. We come here to find half-cooked rice paper."
