Liu Qingshan and his group worked in England for more than half a month.

By the time they returned to the capital, it was already the end of December.

This is the coldest time of the year, and even the crowds at the airport are in a hurry.

But there was a group of people standing in the cold wind, looking forward to it.

"Boss and the others are coming out!" Cao Xiaofei shouted, and everyone rushed forward.

Liu Qingshan and others were also wearing down jackets and carrying suitcases in their hands, which was quite dusty.

"Teacher, why are you here?" Fatty Jin exclaimed, because he found that the crowd was surrounded by a slightly fat old man, who was his mentor.

Liu Qingshan was also quite surprised and hurriedly stepped forward: "Old sir, why are you here in such a cold day!"

Mr. Yuan Bai raised his hand and gently waved it: "If you don't take a look, you will be unable to sleep or eat."

Liu Qingshan naturally knew what this old man was saying, so he stopped talking and called Wang Xiaobing, Cao Xiaofei and others to help the old man get into the car first.

Some of the experts from the museum were also led by the team from the vice president, Researcher Shan.

In addition, Uncle Lu and others are from the Qingshan Museum.

In addition to the buses that were driven, there were also several passenger and vans, which were also on standby.

Only after collecting all the consigned items did I start loading the car.

The largest piece is a large wooden box more than two meters high, which is tightly packaged.

There are two smaller ones, both of which are the same.

The most common ones are small boxes containing ancient books. Fortunately, there are many cars coming, so they are transported back in one trip.

Of course, Liu Qingshan couldn't go home first, and followed the convoy to go to Qingshan Museum first.

Following the newly built outer ring, we walked around the museum, and everyone carefully moved the boxes in.

The museum is as warm as spring, and there are special heating equipment here.

After finishing their work, everyone surrounded the box, their eyes full of eagerness.

Fatty Jin smiled and opened a box first: "Look, this is the Song version of the book I found with my own hands."

Everyone went up to take a look and nodded: the paper is velvet paper, and the font on it is solemn and elegant, which does show superb versions and printing technology. It is no wonder that Fatty Jin is proud.

"This is even more amazing, it was written by Mr. Dongpo." Bai Erye also showed another treasure.

Everyone surrounded him again, and praised him very much, and of course he was also envious.

But these are all appetizers, and the real main course is just two heavy items that I exchanged for.

Everyone gathered next to the tallest wooden box. The museum workers carefully unboxed the box and first unloaded the wooden boards outside, which contained a layer of cardboard boxes inside.

After opening it, all the fillings were cleaned up, and finally the statue of Liao Sancai Arhat inside was exposed.

"Wow!"

A scream rang out in the hall.

What was presented in front of me was a three-colored Buddha statue with yellow, green and white, and was sitting cross-legged.

His face was lifelike, his hands were sealed in front of his abdomen, and his fingers were no different from those of a real person.

Color sculpture was wearing a green monk's robe and a golden robe, with all the folds appearing.

The whole statue of the Arhat is solemn and solemn, and you will feel respectful, which makes people feel the urge to worship.

"Amitabha." I don't know who it is, but I can't help but recite it in my mouth.

Researcher Shan also whispered: "At that time, Master Jianzhen from Japan returned to China for exhibition. A poet sang like this. The blind saint returned to his hometown, and the cauliflower was yellow everywhere."

"This situation is even better than that of the day!"

Everyone nodded repeatedly, after all, the statue of the Arhat in front of them was really going home.

"If the statue of the three-colored Liaohat who are wandering overseas can go home to reunite, I will die without regrets." Fatty Jin also put away the smile on his face and became extremely serious.

Liu Qingshan had already made some decision in his heart.

There were also several reporters present. After obtaining permission, they took photos. This was a very good news topic.

Everyone has been appreciating for a long time, and then they can first invite the Arhat statue to the warehouse, and then make corresponding booth display cabinets before they can be officially exhibited.

Then, two slightly smaller boxes were also opened.

Two Supremely shaped Yuan blue and white dragon-patterned elephant trunk bottles are presented in front of everyone.

Everyone’s heart can only be described as shock.

"It's a national weapon." Researcher Shan shook his head while exclaiming.

When he saw the two large jars of blue and white figures in Qingshan Museum, he was already amazed.

But compared with the two elephant trunk bottles in front of you, it is a witch.

The experts exclaimed, and then watched the baby be taken into the warehouse.

Liu Qingshan was also satisfied: his museum now has three Yuan blue and white great objects, which is unique.

The reporters also left excitedly and seized the time to go back to write.

After all the outsiders dispersed and only Mr. Yuan Bai, Researcher Shan and others were left, Liu Qingshan opened a wooden box.

Then Mr. Bai carefully picked up the silk scroll from it. Looking at the second master, he probably wasn't so careful even when he hugged his own grandson.

The scroll is laid flat on the table and has been simply dusted by Mr. Bai, so the picture looks much clearer.

Mr. Yuan Bai held the magnifying glass and couldn't wait to check the seal on the drawing.

The few people around them also held their breath and did not dare to let out the air.

After watching for more than half an hour, Mr. Yuan Bai raised his head. He blinked his eyes hard, and his face was extremely excited.

Fatty Jin hurriedly helped the teacher sit on the chair, and someone brought a cup of tea next to him.

After slowing down, the old man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "I can see the original works of the Saint of Painting, and I am floating and ecstatic."

Huh, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Liu Qingshan clenched his fists: It was really the original work of Wu Daozi.

He just wanted to laugh three times at the sky: It turns out that the Emperor is really the one who has worked hard. In the dark, he has his will. This is a lie to make this national treasure come back!

Mr. Bai is so old that he cried with joy: "Don't worry, no matter what, I will completely repair this national treasure, otherwise I will die with my eyes!"

Fatty Jin was like a child, dancing with her hands: "Haha, we can actually discover the works of the Saint of Painting. This is enough to brag for the rest of our lives!"

Although the real owner of this painting is Liu Qingshan, are these important to them?

It doesn’t matter, it’s not important at all. As long as this thing is preserved in the land of China, it will be the common spiritual wealth of everyone.

As for Qingshan Museum, having this work by the Saint of Painting is equivalent to having the treasure of the museum.

Even if the appraiser is a picky appraiser, he will not dare to say anything else when he comes here. This private museum is not level enough.

What's more, in the calligraphy and painting museum, there are also national treasure-level paintings such as red and white hibiscus pictures.

In the ceramic hall, there are Ru kiln porcelain from the Song Dynasty, heavy Yuan blue and white ware, chicken jar cups from the Ming Dynasty, and official kiln porcelain from the Qing Dynasty, all of which are inherited and ordered.

Although there are no national weapons like the Shang and Zhou bronze tripods in the Bronze Pavilion, they are also very precious, such as Xuande Furnace, bronze beast heads, etc.

These are the cultural relics that best represent the characteristics of China. Qingshan Museum has sufficient cultural relics to support the formation.

It can be said that compared to those large national museums, Liu Qingshan is not inferior to those of the largest national museums, and Liu Qingshan is proud enough.

However, Liu Qingshan was not complacent because he knew that compared with the precious cultural relics lost overseas, he was just a drop in the bucket and needed to work hard.

"How much is this painting of Wu Daozi?" Lao Maoer couldn't help but ask a question that was a layman.

Because everyone knows that such a treasure is priceless, but it still has to be worth it to measure.

"Ten millions of yuan are worth it after all." Researcher Shan sighed. Even their museums were jealous.

Liu Qingshan knew even more that it was tens of millions of yuan now, and in a few decades, it would be hundreds of millions and tens of billions.

This time the deal with the British Museum will definitely make a big profit.

Mr. Yuan Bai reminded: "Qingshan, this will sink to a few years before it will be announced to the public."

Liu Qingshan nodded, and understood the old man's kindness.

Looking at the time, it was already evening, and Liu Qingshan arranged to go to the restaurant in the film and television city to celebrate.

Mr. Yuan Bai shook his hand: "This big meal is enough for me to enjoy it for a long time."

Everyone laughed together, why didn’t they feel this way in their hearts?

The spiritual food is even more memorable.

Liu Qingshan arranged for the driver to send the old man back. Fatty Jin was exhausted on the journey and followed him back.

Researcher Dan and others also said goodbye. The future is long, so they will definitely go to Qingshan Museum frequently during this period.

Liu Qingshan then led everyone home. When he arrived at the house in Liulichang, it was already dark.

"elder brother!"
To be continued...