Arty Records

Fang Sishen had no class the next day and stayed in the hospital for an extra day.Several key members of the remote control research group made a phone call, scanned Hong Xinyao's name in the address book, hesitated, and didn't dial out.Just after noon, there was a call.At that time, he was walking in the garden with Fang Duzhi. Although the temperature was low, the noon sun was very good.The two walked leisurely together, peaceful and harmonious.

Fang Sishen thought, the so-called family happiness is probably like this?Such moments between father and son are really rare in memory, as rare as a feather.When my father retires, this situation, or can it often happen again?Under the warm sunshine of the golden winter day, all the thoughts in my heart become thin and blurred, and the repeated entanglement all night without sleep seems to be just a dream.He knew quite well that it was only because he wanted it to be a dream.However... Even if it was just a dream, it would be too cruel and heartbreaking.

He didn't dare to ask.Neither dare to ask the other party, nor dare to ask themselves.Now that the past that was once turbid and turbulent has settled, the best way is to just let it settle down like this.

"dad……"

"Huh?" Fang Duzhi tilted his head slightly with his hands behind his back.With a serene and loving expression, against the frosty temples, he is really the kindest and most competent image of a father.

At this moment, Fang Sishen's cell phone rang.

"I, I'll take a call."

"En." Fang Duzhi continued to walk forward in a leisurely manner, leaving Fang Sishen to answer the phone at the same place.

"Where are you?" Hong Xinyao asked without any misunderstanding.

"in hospital."

"Ah?!" The voice on the other end raised his voice.

Fang Sishen quickly explained: "It's my dad, who has high blood pressure."

"Which hospital, I'll go and have a look."

"No need." Fang Sishen was a little flustered, and lowered his voice, "No need, my dad, he doesn't know that I know you so well..."

Hong Xinyao sneered.After a while, he slowly said: "Actually... I told you not to be angry, maybe... you don't know how well your dad knows me..." After a few words, Young Master Hong made a decision, "It's just right If you have any questions, I need to ask Uncle Fang, which hospital is he in? I’ll be there in the afternoon.” He has always positioned himself as Fang Sishen’s peer, and in terms of age, Fang Duzhi is a few years younger than his father Hong Yaoge. "It came very smoothly.

"You don't go to class?" Fang Sishen didn't fully understand the relationship between the other party and his father, subconsciously felt it was inappropriate, and refused to say which hospital it was.

"In the afternoon, I'm going to 'Contemporary College Students' Moral Cultivation'," Hong Xinyao laughed dryly, "I think my moral cultivation is quite good..."

In order to ensure the purity and correctness of the younger generation, all institutions of higher learning in Daxia offer at least three compulsory courses in ideological and political aspects: moral cultivation of contemporary college students, the theory of building a harmonious society, and research on party ideology.Fang Sishen himself used to sit in a corner with a professional book and memorize the rules before the exam, with the highest goal of passing.At this time, I couldn't say anything, I just insisted: "I really don't need it, it's almost done, I'll go back to school tomorrow morning."

Hong Xinyao couldn't help it, and finally said: "Then don't be too tired."

Facing First Young Master Hong, Fang Sishen successfully persuaded once, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Fang Duzhi walked to the edge of the small pond, stood there for 2 minutes, and then walked back.

"Whose phone number?"

"A student...asked about the final exam." The habit has become natural, and now Fang Sishen is able to talk nonsense in front of Fang Duzhi without thinking about it.

The father and son went for a walk inside the building.After entering the ward, Fang Duzhi looked at his son's face: "Didn't you sleep well last night? Go take a nap."

Fang Sishen shook his head: "It's okay." Facing his father's frank and sincere caring eyes, the thorn that was forcibly appeased couldn't help but start to move again, "Dad..."

My heart was in a mess, my mouth was murmuring, I didn't know what to say, but my eyes were moist unexpectedly.

This child, since seeing him yesterday, has been a little emotionally unstable.Obviously firm to the point of stubbornness, but too easily soft-hearted.Fang Duzhi was distressed and relieved at the same time, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

"I...you really didn't sleep well last night, go to sleep now."

"I'm not sleepy. I need to take care of some things and make a few phone calls." Fang Duzhi said, picked up his laptop and a stack of documents, and sat on the sofa in the living room. not."

Dean Fang stayed in the hospital in style.The high-ranking cadre wards are all available, and impatient people and things are all kept out of the door, but the actions that should be done are not delayed at all.

Fang Sishen came in a hurry last night and didn't bring anything, so he couldn't do anything.Sitting on the accompanying bed in a daze, trying to sort out his thoughts, unexpectedly his head hurts as soon as he thinks about it.Is it the lack of sleep, or is the body automatically protesting, warning itself to give up this embarrassing question?The head gradually became heavy, and even the eyelids began to fight. After not much effort, the body tilted a little bit, and fell into a deep sleep.

There was no dream for a long time until dusk.When I woke up, it was dark outside the window, and there was silence around me.After sitting up and thinking about where I was, I realized that the sound insulation effect of this room is really good.Wei Wei was a little annoyed, why did she sleep for so long.As soon as the door was opened, the voices of several people talking came over immediately.According to the reputation, it was Hong Xinyao who was sitting on the couch with Fang Duzhi, and Gao Chengcheng was sitting on the side, chatting lively.

Gao Chengzheng's position happened to be facing the door, and he was the first to see him: "Junior Brother."

Fang Duzhi looked up: "Xiaosi, come and sit."

Hong Xinyao raised his head, blinked, and called out affectionately, "Brother."

Fang Sishen looked at him inexplicably: "Why... are you here?"

"You still have the nerve to say it! If I hadn't asked Uncle Fang specifically for something, I would have never known that Uncle Fang was sick and hospitalized. It would be too disrespectful for you not to tell me."

Before Fang Sishen opened his mouth, Fang Duzhi had already taken over the conversation for him: "Xiaoyao, Xiao Si was afraid of causing you trouble. Besides, I'm not really sick. I found a chance and hid in the hospital, ha ha."

Patting the seat next to her: "Xiao Si, come over and take a look, and help me refer."

Young Master Hong watched helplessly as his brother sat beside Uncle Fang.

Fang Sishen just woke up and couldn't figure out the situation, so he looked confused and confused: "Dad, what are you looking at?"

Fang Duzhi pushed the colored loose-leaf booklet spread out on the coffee table: "'Zhenxintang' Spring Auction Catalogue." He glanced sideways at Hong Xinyao.

Young Master Hong hurriedly withdrew his thoughts: "Ah, it's like this. I want to buy a few things. I ask Uncle Fang to help me palm my eyes." A few words were decent.

Ever since Zhengerbajing opened up Zhenxintang, he has consciously learned to enhance his professionalism, and now he is just a half-baked three-legged cat.However, this young master is very good at dealing with people and hides his clumsiness, he pretends to be first-class, and with the help of a group of consultants, he rarely shows timidity.

Fang Sishen flipped through them, gold, jade, copper and iron, stationery and furniture, silk calligraphy and paintings, everything is there.Said: "Dad, when did you start appraising cultural relics?"

Fang Duzhi smiled: "You still don't know how many buckets of water your father has? The ones Xiaoyao asked me to see are not old ones."

Hong Xinyao answered: "The asking price for old goods is too high, and I was afraid of being fooled, so I wanted to pick a few contemporary things for decoration. Uncle Fang has a good vision, so the one he likes must be good."

He was flattering shamelessly, but someone came up to fan him: "That's true. Although the professor specializes in classical literature and literature, he has unique insights into art, and his aesthetic vision is superb, which is admirable."

Hearing Gao Chengcheng's words, Fang Sishen's goosebumps came up, and he glanced at his father, it seemed that he was really benefited.

Fang Duzhi narrowed his eyes and smiled.He said in his heart that Gao Chengcheng was selling himself for his professor, or was he a helper for Boss Xiaohong?Taking advantage of the collapse of Qionglin Academy, Zhenxintang purchased all the collections in one fell swoop. How much trickery and oily water is there in it?Xiao Gao probably made a lot of money on this trip, but he actually kept everything secret in front of him.If Hong Xinyao hadn't come today, when would he have confessed?He wanted to tease him casually, but he didn't want his son to know about his underground deal with the young master of the Hong family.

He snorted softly: "Aesthetic vision, isn't that what it is? There are beauty and ugliness in things, but there is beauty in people. Xi Shi is beautiful or Dong Shi is beautiful? Anyone with eyes can tell the difference—it's a pity that most people in the world are just blind."

The two nodded and echoed.Fang Sishen had no choice but to lower his head and continue to look through the catalogue.The catalog is exquisite, with clear and beautiful pictures, and bilingual descriptions attached below.Turning to a carved screen, it looks very familiar, but I don't care.After all, these things are similar, and it is very likely that they have seen similar ones somewhere.Turning to a set of tea sets, it looked even more familiar, and I couldn't help but wonder.I don't have the habit of drinking tea, so why do I feel that this set of tea sets seems familiar?Thinking in my heart, I turned back casually, and when I got to the calligraphy and painting section, there were several pages of Bai Yiyan's works.

Quickly return to the page of the tea set.I remembered that two years ago in Qionglin Academy, the cups and plates used by Liang Ruogu for drinking tea were more and more similar to the set in the picture.With this in mind, I flipped through the catalog again, and sure enough, I found many old acquaintances.

Fang Duzhi noticed that he was staring at a small screen without moving, and asked, "Xiaosi, do you like this?"

Fang Sishen turned his head: "Father, there are some things here, I have seen them in 'Qionglin Academy'."

Fang Duzhi hummed: "I know. All the things in 'Qionglin Academy' have been sold, and I just had an honest chat with Xiaoyao about it. We don't even know if Xiaoyao is well-informed in the business field."

Hong Xinyao hurriedly explained: "The house of Qionglin Academy was taken back by the local government, and the contents were taken back by everyone for safekeeping. But they were anxious to raise money, and they didn't want to attract attention, so they simply gave it to the 'Zhenxintang' '."

The three insiders tacitly agreed, and none of them mentioned where the so-called Zhenxin Hall is sacred.Fang Sishen only thought of it as a company engaged in the art business, and didn't take it to heart.Hong Xinyao said it implicitly, and he felt relieved after thinking about it: Qionglin Academy was once famous, and most of the children who were sent to study were either rich or expensive.After the scandal broke out, according to the media reports, they were extremely cautious about the victim involved in the incident, and only focused on the identity of Bai Yiyan and Fan Youchang to make a big fuss.Now that Bai Yiyan is paralyzed in bed and unable to serve her sentence, the financial compensation may reach astronomical figures...

Of course, what he couldn't guess was that Hong Xinyao was the first to know that Qionglin Academy sold collections, and immediately expressed to Wang Wei that he would buy them.Young Master Hong knew the family background in that yard.There are not many real antiques, but Bai Yiyan's own calligraphy and paintings are not rare.The price of a work of art is not directly proportional to the character of the author, especially if it is bought overseas, it may be resold by ten or a hundred times.It's a pity that this batch of goods is not only for sale, there are nearly [-] items in total. Even in the eyes of experts, the total price is not a small amount, and they require a one-off cash payment.

Hong Xinyao knew very well that the development of "Zhenxintang" depends on this hammer sale.Jumping up and down looking for money, throwing away everything that could be cashed out, only daring to touch the courtyard house project.In the end, he swore to borrow a sum from Hong Yaoge, and finally got his wish, and bought out all the contents of the entire "Qionglin Academy", including a desk, an oil lamp, and a brush.

The most wronged person here is Cui Liquan, the boss of the "Yufu Qionglin" group.Because he liked elegance too much, Fan Youchang stole a lot of money into it, including many collections, which he paid for and put in the academy in the name of donation.Except for the sensational gimmicks every time to enjoy the limelight, Chairman Cui usually doesn't care about how the academy operates, so these things have naturally come under Fan Youchang's name.In this rush to get money to quell the situation, the first to bear the brunt is the academy's internal collection.Chairman Cui not only lost all his money, but also caused a lot of trouble for no reason.I had no choice but to knock out my teeth and swallow, thinking I was unlucky.

The whole operation process is swift and low-key.After Hong Xinyao got the things, he immediately organized people to sort them out.In order to deceive people, I added some things collected elsewhere to make this loose-leaf catalog.Zhenxintang does not yet have the qualifications for self-auction. He needs to use Fang Duzhi's vision and connections to draw up an appropriate reserve price for these things and determine the appropriate destination.If it is worth collecting, of course, keep it for yourself and wait for a better time in the future.Today, I came here to visit the sick because of the head, but it is actually because of this.If one or two things fall into the eyes of President Fang, it's okay to send them off directly.

For Fang Duzhi's high honesty, there is no need to point out this kind of thing.For Fang Sishen, even if he stabbed him face to face, he still needs some time to react.So from the beginning, those three people didn't plan to break it.

Hong Xinyao continued: "I remember that there are quite a few things in there, and you said they were good, so I thought about buying a few and putting them in the house on Huangpa Xie Street."

It was nothing to others, but it was infinitely ambiguous to Fang Sishen's ears.What was originally a sigh turned into embarrassment in an instant.Looking up and looking around, I happened to see the clock on the wall, and quickly changed the subject: "It's so late, it's time to eat. Dad, let's go eat."

There is a restaurant in the high-ranking cadre ward area, which not only serves patient meals, but also provides a la carte, takeaway and dine-in food are all available, and the taste, facilities and services are excellent.Fang Duzhi has his own set meals, and Fang Sishen went to the service desk to explain.The three people sitting here looked at the menu and chatted.

Hong Xinyao looked at Fang Sishen's back, and said to Fang Duzhi: "Uncle, my brother is really considerate of you." The call was intimate and natural, and even the surname was omitted.

Gao Chengcheng said: "Zi Xia asked about filial piety, and Zi Xia said 'sex is difficult'. Junior brother has the heart of a child."

These words went straight to Fang Duzhi's heart, the previous discord disappeared immediately, and he nodded with a smile.

First Young Master Hong didn't understand the first sentence, but he understood the second sentence, and nodded his head: "That's right, that's right, the heart of a child! Honest brother is a cultural person after all, so the words he uses are good."

Fang Duzhi said: "You are so promising, your parents are so proud."

Hong Xinyao scratched his head: "Hey... My dad hasn't beaten me very much in the past two years. Speaking of which, it's thanks to meeting Big Brother Fang who is such a good example. Alas, I just didn't have a dad as educated as you, Uncle, It makes me talk to my brother now, it’s just that, playing the piano for the cow..."

The two audience members were amused by him and laughed, and when Fang Sishen came over, they told him a joke.Taking advantage of the time when the two were serving food, Fang Sishen gave Hong Xinyao a sideways look.The more we got along, the more familiar he became. He gradually figured out that sometimes this young master is really stupid, and sometimes he is pretending to be stupid.But he hasn't been able to fully figure out when he is really stupid and when he is pretending to be stupid.

Before Hong Xinyao left, he said coyly, "Uncle, let my brother see me off. My one, ask about the final review..."

Fang Duzhi was happy again: "Haha, it's okay to send you off, don't count on the final review."

Fang Sishen sent him downstairs with a sullen face.

Hong Xinyao rubbed against him: "I get along well with your dad, and you don't like it?"

Fang Sishen was silent for a while, then sighed: "It's such a good time."

Hong Xinyao stopped talking about this, and asked, "Why don't you go back together? It saves you from going to school early in the morning."

Fang Sishen shook his head: "There was something wrong last night. My dad doesn't like to use nurses, he always drives them away."

In other words, Hong Xinyao didn't expect him to agree, so he turned his head three times and left.

Here, Gao Chengcheng and Fang Duzhi sat and drank tea, speechless for a moment.

After a while, Gao Chengcheng said suddenly: "You didn't ask me to tell him about your illness, so I didn't tell him. He didn't ask me to tell you about his acquisition, and I didn't tell you either. He's coming today, so you agree , I brought him here."

Fang Duzhi was holding two pieces of tea leaves, and when he heard the words, he spat into the cup and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy! You're going straight!"