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    Seeing that Lang Jianbai remained silent for a long time, Mo Xiaoyu was very confident, but he was a bit uncertain. No matter what he said, Lang Jianbai was an authority in this industry. If he said no, then many people would be able to see it  , this must be a waste product.

    After a while, Lang Jian reluctantly left the painting, and sat down on the chair that Mo Xiaoyu had just sat on.  up?

    "Teacher, are you alright?" Mo Xiaoyu asked as he handed a tissue to Lang Jianbai.

    "Well, ever since I knew I couldn't get back the calligraphy and paintings I changed out, I haven't slept well all day. I'm not afraid of your jokes. I was scared when I heard the police cars on the street in the office. I thought I  The rest of my life is either spent in prison or wandering overseas, Xiaoyu, do you know that you gave me hope."  Lang Jian said with snot and tears.

    "Teacher, everything will pass, you, what do you mean?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    "Xiaoyu, I still say the same thing, you are really a genius. Although I think my skills are top-notch in this industry, and people listen to what I say in this industry, the paintings I copied outside are  Compared with your paintings, there is still a gap. Many of my friends from the calligraphy and painting circles are coming to Tangzhou, and I dare not receive them, because those old guys can tell whether the hanging ones are real or not, and they are all mixed together.  Who doesn't know who?" Lang Jianbai sighed.

    Then Mo Xiaoyu understands, Lang Jianbai still wants Mo Xiaoyu to copy the calligraphy and paintings he copied again, preferably with the paper and ink at that time, this time must be perfect, to ensure that Lang Jianbai can retire safely  .

    "I know, teacher, don't worry about this. It's just that the paper of that era was hard to find. I asked someone to find it. I will first make the contemporary ones and hang them out. I will make the famous ones first, and then make the unreliable ones."  Famous, okay?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    "Okay, okay, Xiaoyu, we need to trust each other, you have done so much, I can't do nothing, starting from this painting, you and I are involved in this industry, then you will know  How to operate, if I quit in the future, if I can¡¯t do it anymore, you will also have a foothold in this industry.¡±  Lang Jianbai said solemnly.

    Mo Xiaoyu understands what Lang Jianbai means by this industry, which is a one-stop service for counterfeiting and selling cultural relics. There is no doubt that, as Lang Jianbai, he must be a decisive figure in this industry, but his role is mainly  Appraisal, it is not necessarily that he will personally make a fake.

    But now that Lang Jianbai has Mo Xiaoyu in his hands, it is tantamount to controlling the source of goods, which is decisive.

    "Go out with me tomorrow and bring this painting with you. By the way, you can also get the seal, but don't stamp it. I'll check it tomorrow and stamp it again. We must make sure everything is safe."  Lang Jianbai said.

    Mo Xiaoyu didn't go out that night either. He soaked a few packs of instant noodles that he bought. Apart from drinking, he practiced the inner strength and mental methods taught to him by Mingzheng, and then did meditation. He found that Buddhist meditation can calm him down.  Time to think about many issues.

    But on the second day, Lang Jianbai was caught by something and didn't come after work, so Mo Xiaoyu had to wait for him in the museum, but he was bored, so he went to Wen Yushan's studio.

    "Are you free today?" Wen Yushan asked when Mo Xiaoyu came in.

    "Hey, godfather, you can't rest for a while. These craps belong to the country. If you want to repair them, you will never be able to finish them in your lifetime. Why play with these craps?" Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help complaining, he  I feel sorry for hearing that Yushan is so tired.

    "You know what a fart, kid. If these things are not repaired in time, it is very likely that one piece will be lost here, and one piece will be missing there. These are all evidences of history, and these can prove history."  Wen Yushan said angrily.

    "So what if you know the history?" Mo Xiaoyu said.

    "History is our past, and we will also become history. On a certain day in a certain year, it may be written in the introduction of a certain cultural relic that this cultural relic was restored by Wen Yushan, but his craftsmanship has now been lost. I  Wen Yushan can be famous in history, and you, you are so close to me, we have chatted together here, but who knows you?" Wen Yushan said proudly.

    "Hehehe, alas, you old man, I am afraid that you will be tired."  Mo Xiaoyu said.

    "If you're afraid that I'll be tired, come and help me. Like this piece of porcelain, I've been sticking it all morning, and I always feel that something is missing, but where is the missing piece? I can't find it. It's so missing.  One point, this piece of porcelain lacks a piece of glaze on the surface, which is incomplete. If it is put on the auction, the price will be lowered by at least one-third."It's the value." Wen Yushan picked up an unfinished cigarette butt, and when he wanted to light it, Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his hand and gently took it from Wen Yushan's hand.

    Mo Xiaoyu looked at the cigarette butt, and scraped off a piece of bean-sized blue and white glaze from the cigarette holder where the cigarette butt had been smoked. This is the missing glaze that Wen Yushan couldn't find all morning.

    "Oh, let me tell you, I'm old."  Wen Yushan shook his head and said.

    Mo Xiaoyu smiled, did not speak, approached Wen Yushan, and sat next to him. Wen Yushan was doing porcelain restoration, including porcelain identification, how it was fired, the characteristics of the times, and what kind of glaze was used, including  Which kiln mouth it is from, explained it clearly to Mo Xiaoyu one by one, and asked Mo Xiaoyu to go back and write it down. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

    Mo Xiaoyu has been studying here at Wen Yushan until noon, and he is still not satisfied. He found that Wen Yushan knows a lot. After closing the door, the two of them first chatted about porcelain, and then chatted all over the place, including tomb robbery, how did they find the big tomb?  , How to dig to the bottom, what tools to use, what kind of tomb is worth going down, how to find the copper road, how to judge whether the stolen tomb is worth filtering, tell Mo Xiaoyu one by one.

    At noon, Lang Jianbai finally came back and called Mo Xiaoyu to go out. Wen Yushan didn't stop him. After all, these things can't be taught in a few sentences. Mo Xiaoyu is still a student.  What I'm more interested in is painting, so it would be nice to be willing to learn these messy things from myself.

    "Teacher, where are you going?" Mo Xiaoyu was driving, and Lang Jianbai sat in the back directing Mo Xiaoyu to turn around. Later, Mo Xiaoyu found out that he was on the highway. It seems that this is not a transaction in Tangzhou.  .

    "We go to Song City, they are all waiting there, don't talk too much after we go, watch and listen more, these people are good people, learn their ways, this line of work is very deep, what you do is all about the overall situation,  Jobs like the coal boss in Shanxi last time are not on the table.¡±  Lang Jianbai leaned back and closed his eyes, talking to Mo Xiaoyu while resting.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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