Chapter 408 [Scared! 】

Chapter 8 Scared!

on the airport runway.

Today is Sunday, and many people are returning home.

On the flight, the boarding flow was full of people, and the luggage compartment was crowded in the blink of an eye. Dong Xuebin was the last group to board the plane. Seeing this posture, he didn't dare to put the cloth bag on it. He simply hugged him carefully, looked for a seat, sat in the back row by the window, and fastened it. The seat belt restrained the waist, and then gently placed the bag of the Bodhisattva and landscape painting beside the thigh.

Suddenly, the seat was heavy, and a person sat next to him.

The seats here are relatively narrow, and the cloth bag takes up a little space, so when the man sat down, his knee suddenly slapped Dong Xuebin's leg.

Dong Xuebin had a pain in his leg and subconsciously took a breath.

"Yo, sorry, sorry." The middle-aged man said apologetically, "I'm sorry, boy."

As soon as he heard that the other party had a Beijing accent, Dong Xuebin smiled, "It's alright, trivial, haha."

Mu Zhengzhong turned his legs inward and smiled, "Beijing people? International students?"

"Study abroad? I've been working for two years. I have something to do." Dong Xuebin looked at him and blinked, "You came here to travel? You look familiar."

Mu Zhengzhong said: "It's not a tour, I came here to buy an antique, but I didn't get it."

"Antique? Hehe, I like it too."

This middle-aged man in his 40s and 50s, who makes Dong Xuebin very familiar, has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, and feels very polite and modest. It is the character of the serious old Beijinger. They are all fellow villagers, sitting together again. Dong Xuebin was idle and idle, so he chatted with him about antiques, but once he talked about Dong Xuebin, he admired it. Mu Zhengzhong's knowledge of cultural relics is very profound, not Dong Xuebin at all. The half-baked ones are comparable to the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and generations of cultural relics knowledge are readily available.

Dong Xuebin became more and more curious, and suddenly remembered a name, he couldn't help but patted his thigh, "Hey, look at my brain, are you Mu Zhengzhong?"

Mu Zhengzhong chuckled, "Do we know each other?"

"I know you, you definitely don't know me, you've admired your name for a long time."

"It's not that evil." Mu Zhengzhong smiled and shook his head, "My reputation is all blown out by the media,

Don't let the TV fool you, hehe. "

"You are too humble."

Mu Zhengzhong's name is well-known in the collection world. Dong Xuebin worked in an antique shop when he was in college. Of course he knew him. In the capital, the first private museum was Mu Zhengzhong's handwriting. No matter his personal property, if all the collections in his museum are sold through the auction process, I believe its value is absolutely astronomical. However, it seems that the museum is not to make money, but to provide a cultural environment. I heard that Mu Zhengzhong is also committed to philanthropy. Dong Xuebin respects this kind of person.

This is a coincidence.

Dong Xuebin said cheerfully: "This is an encounter with a stranger in a foreign land, Mr. Mu, you have to tell me about the collection of antiques. It's not easy to meet you, I have to ask for advice."

Mu Zhengzhong waved his hand, "I often punch eyes too."

"And humble, you look down on me."

"Oh, but no, don't ask for advice, let's discuss with each other."

"Okay, then may I ask? What do you think of antiques? What's the value of it?"

Dong Xuebin already had a preliminary idea in his mind. He originally planned to donate "Snow Boat Splashing Ink Landscape" to the Palace Museum. Now that I think about it, it's really inappropriate. There's nothing else. It's better to talk about second-level cultural relics, but national treasure-level cultural relics. It is too involved, and it will inevitably lead to some diplomatic disputes. Now it seems that a private museum seems to be a good choice, at least it will not have too much involvement with the state, but Dong Xuebin is still not interested in Mu Zhengzhong. He knew too well, so he also maintained a cautious attitude. With this in mind, Dong Xuebin didn't report his name at all, didn't take off his eyes, and just pretended to be an ordinary young man.

Mu Zhengzhong is very easy-going and low-key. He always takes economy class on planes. No one can see that he is a rich man. He also has a good impression of Dong Xuebin and Mu Zhengzhong. They are all from Beijing. Seeing Dong Xuebin asking, Mu Zhengzhong didn't hide his secrets either. He briefly explained everything he knew about antiques. It would be nice to have a chat with someone on a three-hour flight.

One hour……

two hours...

The two chatted very speculatively, talking and laughing.

Dong Xuebin felt that he was quite accurate in looking at people. Mu Zhengzhong left him with a very good impression. He was not as hypocritical as the officialdom, very sincere, very tolerant, and a person worthy of friendship.

Finally, Dong Xuebin brought the topic to "Snow Boat Splashing Ink Landscape".

Mu Zhengzhong smiled and said diligently: "You can stop me from asking about this painting, hehe, to be honest, I have only seen "Snow Boat Splashing Ink Landscape" with the National Museum twice, um, as for the evaluation, I can't say, after all There are some cultural differences with our country, but let me put it this way, our country can't even call Mr. Qi Baishi's paintings a national treasure, or even a first-class cultural relic or a second-class cultural relic. It is regarded as a national treasure, and it even ranks among the top national treasures, so I don’t need to say its historical value and economic value.”

Dong Xuebin blinked: "Draw so well?"

"That's for sure, what's up boy? So interested in antiques?"

"Cough, that's not true, I'm just curious that they can draw better than Mr. Qi?"

"I can't say that. The national conditions are different. The most important thing about "Snow Boat Splashing Ink Landscape" is its historical value. Mr. Qi Baishi's paintings are good paintings, but they are more economical and ornamental. There is no comparison." At the end, Mu Zhengzhong added, "However, "Snow Boat Splashing Ink Landscape" is indeed a good painting. Although I have only seen it twice, I am deeply impressed. Art knows no borders. "

Dong Xuebin nodded and said nothing more.

Chatting and chatting, Mu Zhengzhong suddenly said: "Young man, I don't know what your name is?"

Dong Xuebin smiled, "My name is too vulgar, I won't let you laugh, I'm sorry to say."

For a moment, Mu Zhengzhong laughed and didn't ask any more questions.

At about 6:40 in the evening, the plane landed on the runway of Beijing Metropolitan Airport in a turbulence. Dong Xuebin got off the plane, went through customs again, and walked out of the lobby with the bag. In the distance, Mu Zhengzhong was lighting a cigarette and smoking at the entrance of the terminal, as if he was waiting for someone. After only a few seconds, an Audi 8 stopped in front of him. There was only one driver in the car, Mu Zhengzhong. He smiled and nodded with the driver, put out the cigarette butt and got into the car.

Dong Xuebin has been following him. Seeing this, he paced up, pulled the rear door, and got in the car directly.

The driver's face changed, and he looked back at him with a frown, thinking who was this.

Dong Xuebin said with a shy face: "Mr. Mu, I am familiar with this person, hehe, can I take your car?"

"Hehe, of course there's no problem." Mu Zhengzhong glanced at him suspiciously, didn't ask any more, and said with a smile, "I'm not in a hurry, so let's take you back first?"

Dong Xuebin secretly thought that this teacher Mu is really interesting, nodded and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The car drove off, got on and got out of the terminal building, ready to go up to the airport.

Suddenly, on a side road outside the airport, Dong Xuebin stopped the driver, "Excuse me to stop the car, driver, can you please avoid it? I have something to talk to Mr. Mu."

The driver frowned.

Mu Zhengzhong was also stunned, "What's the matter?"

Dong Xuebin looked around, "It's very important, I can only tell you alone."

Mu Zhengzhong thought about it, and his eyes were very puzzled, but he had a lot of experience, and he had seen everyone. In the end, he waved to the driver, "Old Zhou, get out of the car and smoke a cigarette first."

The driver said vigilantly: "This person..."

"It's alright, let's go."

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

Mu Zhengzhong smiled bitterly and said, "Young man, what's so mysterious? Can you say it?"

Seeing that there were no cameras at the intersection, Dong Xuebin hummed, "Sorry, Mr. Mu, the situation is rather special, but I was too abrupt, please forgive me."

"It's okay, talk about it?"

Dong Xuebin, who was sitting in the back seat, moved his body to make some space, grabbed the cloth bag he had been holding in his hand, slowly unbuttoned it, took out a pair of scrolls, untied the rubber band, and handed it to the other party. on hand.

Mu Zhengzhong looked down suspiciously, took it over and slowly opened it with his hand.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Rao is Mu Zhengzhong who is well-informed, so he was shocked, ""Snow Boat Splashing Ink Landscape Map"!?"

Dong Xuebin said nothing.

Mu Zhengzhong was a little stunned, and he didn't even care to talk to him, he immediately spread out all the scrolls, looked up and down carefully, and finally looked at it with a magnifying glass for a while, and finally came to a stunned conclusion, "It's the real work! It's the original painting from the National Museum!?" Taking a breath, Mu Zhengzhong finally knew why the other party was so mysterious, why he didn't even tell him his name, and said dumbfounded: "Young man, I just heard about the National Museum before I got on the plane. It was stolen in broad daylight, this is..."

Dong Xuebin smiled, "Then I don't know, how do you look at this thing?"

Mu Zhengzhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The national treasure, of course, is not ordinary, young man, you have shown me a hot thing, what does this mean?"

Dong Xuebin said: "I don't know what to do, so I want to ask you for advice."

Mu Zhengzhong quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, and looked at the painting again and again for a while. It used to be a national treasure of the Republic living overseas. Mu Zhengzhong never thought that he would one day be able to create a god and get it to other countries. With the national treasure in his hand, his emotions seemed a little excited, and there were countless questions in his heart, one after another, was this young man responsible for the theft of the National Museum? But how did he escape? How did you get on the plane? Did you go through customs and bring things back to the motherland? Who the fuck is this! ? ! ~!