Live shop exploration: 200 yuan to challenge the antique street

Chapter 208; Chu Jialiang and the Osaka Division

"Why is there such a big gap between people?"

"The reason why today's society has become like this is because there are too many people like Chu Jialiang and too few Gao's group!"

"Anyway, this national treasure has finally stayed in Huaxia..."

The exhibition hall was full of cheers, not only that, but even the live broadcast room was full of praise for the Gao Group.

"Gao's Group is so powerful!"

"Why haven't I heard of this group?"

"Overseas companies are headquartered in Hong Kong Island. Not many people know about them, but after this incident, I think the Gao Group should have gained a reputation..."

"Gao's Group...Did Mr. Cao talk about this company some time ago? It doesn't seem to be a good company!"

"The first bucket of gold for capitalists must be dirty. What is good or bad is actually like a bird!"

"Regardless of whether it is good or not, now it has brought back the national treasure for China, which is a great grace!"

Chu Ang turned a deaf ear to the discussion in the live broadcast room and the applause around him, and instead stared at Tang Sancai with his eyes wide open.

Just with his eyes alone, he really can't tell whether this thing is a fake or not.

You know, since the Tang Sancai was discovered at the beginning of the last century, it has attracted the attention of China and the world's art circles.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world is for profit. Therefore, imitations of Tang Sancai came into being.

Batches of three-color wares that are difficult to distinguish between true and false are constantly appearing in the market after being old, and collectors who are not well-versed are often tricked.

And the eyes are so vivid that Chu Ang dare not draw conclusions lightly.

"Hoohoo!"

Suddenly, a burst of panting brought Chu Ang's thoughts back to reality. He turned around and found a thin, white-haired, very old, very old man standing beside him.

The old man's eyes were sharp, and there was a clear light in the turbidity, as if he had been a soldier, and he had a soldier's temperament all over his body, like a towering mountain, which made people daunting.

At this time, the old man was still holding a leaflet for the exhibition hall, and he was holding the leaflet tightly, his knuckles had turned blue and white, and it could be seen how angry he was.

In Chu Ang's strange scene, for some reason, he always felt that the old man's eyes were not on Tang Sancai, but on... his own grandfather's photo.

"Hoo hoo hoo..." The old man was breathing quickly, his voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time, "Mr. Chu...Mr. Chu!"

The tone of the old man's speech was a little excited, but it was more like the joy of reuniting friends after a long absence.

Chu Ang looked at the old man in surprise, not only because of his overseas accent, but also because he heard from the old man... this man actually knew his grandfather.

"Chu Jialiang should be cast aside for thousands of years, the contemporary Qin Hui!"

"That's right, Qin Hui of the Republic of China!"

Hearing the cheers of the people around him, the old man turned around abruptly, looking at the people dancing and immersed in joy, a trace of sadness flashed in his old eyes.

"..."

Chu Ang was about to step forward to inquire about the situation, but the old man bowed his head and turned away. The lonely figure made Chu Ang's heart ache, and he couldn't bear to disturb him any more.

"That's all... Tang Sancai's matter is important!"

Chu Ang shook his head, without thinking too much, left the cheering crowd, found the staff in the exhibition hall, took out his work card of the Old Palace Museum, and stated his request at the same time.

"Do you want to test that Tang Sancai with your own hands?"

After a while, a man with a mustache and a kimono in his fifties came over and asked in confusion, "Why do you have such an idea?"

Seeing that the person who came was from Dongying, Chu Ang frowned, but considering the important matter, he didn't say much, and immediately explained his reasons, "Mr. Chu Jialiang is a strange man in the Republic of China, and he was very famous back then. Man, I don't believe he would smuggle national treasures for sale during the war..."

"what…"

The man in the kimono sneered, "So that's the reason..."

"Then I can tell you straightforwardly that this object was sold to my father by Chu Jialiang...and not only this Tang Sancai, but also a landscape painting by Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty!"

"What is the same reputation as everyone, you Huaxia people are a bunch of soft-legged shrimps in your bones, as long as the price is reasonable, there is nothing you can't sell..."

The tone of the man in the kimono was quite disdainful.

"Damn it, this Dongying guy has such a big tone, anchor, you slap him twice!"

"How many treasures did Chu Jialiang sell to Dongying..."

"Actually... I feel that what this Dongying man said is right. What he says is doctrine, but what he says is business behind his back. There are too many people like this!"

Everyone in the live broadcast room was filled with outrage.

"..." Chu Ang frowned.

As if seeing Chu Ang's strangeness, the man in the kimono sneered, "You don't believe me? Well, I'll convince you..."

The man in the kimono looked at the staff beside him, "Go, bring the calligraphy and painting of Dong Qichang in my room..."

"Yes!" The staff nodded, then turned and left.

After a while, a piece of "Mountain Dwelling" by Dong Qichang appeared in front of Chu Ang.

The autumn scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the mangrove trees and the misty mountains, the brush and ink are green, and the life is clumsy and elegant, which is quite extraordinary.

Chu Ang sized him up repeatedly, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The man in the kimono raised his lips, "Here's another Chu Jialiang transaction certificate!"

Chu Ang looked up and found that it was Grandpa's handwriting.

The man in the kimono seemed to be determined by Chu Ang, "There is no hope for a nation without backbone. Your race should be ruled by our Yamato nation!"

"..."

Chu Ang's attention was all on Dong Qichang's "Mountain Dwelling Picture", and he didn't have time to listen to this little beast's nonsense.

From the bottom of his heart, he did not believe that this painting was authentic!

But...Chu Ang tried repeatedly, but couldn't find any flaws!

Whether it is the year of the rice paper, perhaps Dong Qichang's signature, or Dong Qichang's unique style of painting, all of them show that this object is Dong Qichang's authentic work.

"Books are not good, and paintings are not prosperous. This painting was my father Hojo Ichiro's favorite thing..." The kimono man said complacently, "It didn't cost much to buy it from Chu Jialiang back then, but The current price is sky-high, some time ago at the Guardian Auction House, Dong Qichang’s own ink on paper 29.5×22.5cm×2074 was sold at a sky-high price of nearly 8000 million!”

"Hojo Ichiro..." Chu Ang whispered to himself, "Hojo Ichiro, sounds familiar..."

"Ok?"

Familiar memories emerged, Chu Ang's pupils shrank, and then blurted out, "Idiot Hojo Ichiro?"

"What did you say?" The man in the kimono stared at Chu Ang angrily.

"Uh..." Chu Ang also looked embarrassed, "I didn't say that...it was my grandpa... It's too far away!"

Chu Ang immediately changed his expression, and the disgusting face just now became less disgusting, "Your father was the brigade commander of the Osaka Division before his death?"

"How did you know?" The man in the kimono became unnatural.

(End of this chapter)