Chapter 111 Come again
In front of their acquaintances, Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong regained their composure. Cha Kuiyuan raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Hey, let me open your eyes today!"

Zhu Jiajin looked at the scroll in his hand with a hint of doubt in his heart. Then he realized something and an expression of solemn reverence appeared on his face. He took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and slowly opened the scroll.

"what!"

"Yu Shinan's Ji Shi Tie!"

Zhang Boju on the other side also put on gloves and quickly and carefully opened the scroll in his hand.

"what!"

"Wang Xizhi's "Second Letter of Thanks"!"

"What? Let me see!"

"what!"

"A priceless treasure! A priceless treasure!"

The two of them were shaking all over as if they had epilepsy.

Other people may not understand the value of national treasures, but Zhu Jiajin is a researcher at the Palace Museum.

Mr. Zhang Boju beside him is also a well-known collector at home and abroad, and is also a member of the Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee of the Cultural Relics Bureau of the Ministry of Culture.

Seeing the two of them lose their usual composure and act like crazy, everyone immediately knew the meaning of the two scrolls!

Zhang Boju held Tank's scroll tightly, and eagerly looked at Wang Xizhi's "Two Letters of Thanks", muttering to himself: "Great, really great!"

Suddenly, what did he realize?
He turned around and asked the clerk at the Real Estate Bureau, "The transfer hasn't been processed yet, right?"

The clerk nodded dumbfoundedly.

"Brother Shou Chong, can you give it up?"

Then he said to Wang Deming: "My dear brother, I have a house in Gongxian Hutong, which is the old villa of Li Lianying in the Qing Dynasty. My family bought it during the Republic of China. If you don't want to give it up, I am willing to exchange this house for this "Second Letter of Thanks" by Wang Xizhi!"

Everyone was shocked!

"What a pity! What a pity!"

Zhu Jiajin kept shaking his head and slowly closed the scroll. Zhang Boju thought he had noticed something wrong with the two national treasures, but he didn't expect Zhu Jiajin to say, "It's a pity that my house was given to the Ministry of Coal, and I'm left with a small house of more than a dozen rooms."

"I really can't afford this pair of Jishitie"

Zhu Jiajin's heavy breathing almost broke the waist of the audience next to him!

Zhang Shouchong looked at Zhang Boju's expression, coughed lightly, and took the "Second Letter of Thanks" back from Zhang Boju with a little force, and rolled it up slowly. "Boju, you must know that a gentleman does not take away what others like!"

"That's right!" Cha Kuiyuan quickly slid to Zhu Jiajin's side, took the "Ji Shi Tie" in his hand, and held it in his arms, "Don't take away what others like!"

Zhang Dayong blinked at Wang Deming and looked him up and down. "No, Deming, how come you have such a thing in your hand?"

"And if I exchange it for two large houses, can you live in them?"

“I” Wang Deming just opened his mouth to say a word when he was interrupted by Zhang Boju and Zhu Jiajin, “That’s right!”

"My dear brother, these two national treasures were originally brought to Northeast China by Puyi. They disappeared after the war. How did they end up in your hands?"

Wang Deming spread his hands, shrugged, and answered helplessly: "Can I say I don't know either?"

"I collapsed from hunger at the doorstep of my home in Changping. When I woke up, my mother told me that I only had a few calligraphy and paintings in my backpack."

"Luckily, she is also educated, so she has been helping me preserve it like this."

"It was because of my sister that I met Mr. Kuiyuan and Mr. Shouchong, and only then did I know the meaning of these two calligraphy works."

"I just happened to need the property to do something, so."

Zhu Jiajin and Zhang Boju looked at each other, and Zhang Boju asked, "Little brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Wong."

"Then do you know Wang Guobing and Jin Xianghui?"

"I don't know him." "So is your hometown Gai County?"

"Neither"

"What are you doing?"

"When Puyi was preparing to flee to Japan in 45, he stored many of his cultural relics in the Little White Building in Changchun. But when Changchun was liberated, the soldiers frantically snatched the national treasures from the Little White Building."

"National treasures can be found everywhere in the second-hand goods markets and junk shops in Dalizigou, Changchun and Shenyang; Western museums also pay a lot of money to buy "Northeastern goods"!" Zhang Boju sighed, "I bought a painting of "Spring Outing" by Zhan Ziqian in 46, so I know all this."

"Mr. Yang Renkai of Liaoning Museum has been quietly collecting treasures since liberation, so Wang Guobing and Jin Xianghui, two of Puyi's guards during the puppet Manchukuo period, stole many national treasures. Unfortunately, some of them were either sold at low prices, buried deep underground and destroyed, or burned."

Wang Deming pretended to be shocked, "Ah, there is actually such a story?"

Zhang Boju immediately asked: "Little brother, do you have it in your hand?"

"What? What did you say?"

"I mean"

"Oh right, transfer the ownership!"

"Can we transfer the ownership now?" Wang Deming waved to the clerk.

When Zhang Boju saw that Wang Deming was avoiding the question, he looked depressed. He was sure that Wang Deming probably had similar national treasures in his hands, but unfortunately the other party did not acknowledge it. What could he do?

Zhang Boju and Zhu Jiajin looked at each other and then looked at the two scrolls in Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong's arms.

Wang Deming's mouth curled up slightly. Look, isn't he hooked?
Wang Deming casually shook the two photos of new houses in his hand, folded them up and put them in his pocket, then left the Real Estate Bureau with Zhang Dayong.

"Captain Zhang," pointing at the stupid militiaman who had just pulled the bolt, "This guy pulled the bolt before he even entered the door?"

"Captain Zhang, give him a hammer from now on. He loaded the gun without knowing the situation clearly. What if it goes off accidentally?"

"You have a huge responsibility!"

"That's right!" Zhang Dayong tilted his neck and told the policeman beside him with the same disdain: "Take off his Type 38 rifle!"

"Deming is right. What kind of psychological quality is that? What if something goes wrong?"

"Hey, Deming, why do you need such a big house?"

Wang Deming turned his head to face Zhang Dayong. His expression was instantly lonely. His lips moved slightly. Then he looked at the yellow fallen leaves on the treetops in the distance, sighed, and said excitedly: "Director Zhang, Chinese medicine is too difficult!"

"If my generation doesn't work hard, will there still be authentic Chinese medicine and Chinese herbs in the future?"

Wang Deming then briefly reviewed the document released by the Ministry of Health.
"Traditional Chinese medicine and Chinese herbal medicine are not only our medical treasures, but also our cultural heritage."

"Do you know that many of the students I studied with at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School are already very old?"

"I'm forced to learn Western medicine at such an old age, but I won't be able to use it in the future!"

"So, the Chinese Medicine Association has added a Chinese Medicine Association. If we want to open a pharmaceutical factory that can provide qualified Chinese medicine to Chinese medicine doctors, it is our responsibility!"

After listening to Wang Deming's passionate speech, Zhang Dayong was full of admiration. He patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Good job!"

"Deming, very good! Young people should shoulder important responsibilities!"

"Yeah!" Wang Deming nodded heavily with his eyes red.

The two houses have consumed so much of my brainpower, and I have finally found a way through the first wave. I still have to continue thinking of a solution!
After separating from Zhang Dayong and returning to Xiaoshun Hutong, Wang Deming showed the house photo to Principal Ha Yumin, and then continued to teach basic medicine to a group of middle-aged and elderly people, and crammed for the exam.

It actually gave me a sense of déjà vu of the college entrance examination in my previous life.
"I heard the tragic voice and my heart was pounding. Why are the people who met me crying so loudly?"

"Is it because the husband is too ugly to match the beauty of the woman? Is it because the marriage is forced and the crow occupies the phoenix's nest?"

Dragging his tired steps and humming a cheerful tune, Wang Deming entered the hanging flower gate and saw Zhang Dayong standing in front of his house again, with a few unfamiliar people standing beside him.

I couldn't help but smile and joked: "Hey, Zhang Suo, you know I have something good to do today, so you came here specially to eat for free!"

　The national treasures mentioned in the article were scattered and damaged after Puyi brought them to Changchun; Puyi was driven out of the Forbidden City in 1924 and took away a large number of national treasures; he sold them like crazy in Tianjin, and sorted out 1343 national treasures before fleeing to the Northeast, which was the biggest loss of our national treasures.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)