1980, first month.

The people of Pujiang City are busy setting off firecrackers in the streets and alleys every day to say Happy New Year when they meet!

Comrade Jiang Hai never imagined that one day he would stand in front of a historic site and talk about painting with several industry experts.

What I didn't expect was that not only did he chat, but he also chatted in a decent way.

According to the ancient saying that "talking too much will lead to mistakes", Jiang Hai decided to give up when things were good.

Coincidentally, as soon as he had an idea here, Director Zhang over there had already put it into action.

After saying goodbye at the entrance of the museum, Zhang Jue and Jiang Hai walked down the steps.

Compared to when he came here, Director Zhang's pace was much more brisk this time.

"Jiang Hai, you can do it,"

Until this moment, Zhang Jue still had more to say: "I really didn't realize before that we still have a knowledgeable leader like you in our team."

Jiang Hai smiled, he didn't even think of it: "To tell you the truth, I am also influenced by my family."

"That's it," Zhang Jue understood: "I have said long ago that exposure through ears and eyes is the best education."

The barrier was lifted more smoothly than expected. Zhang Ju smiled and patted Jiang Hai:

"You don't have to worry about Coca-Cola's advertising. I'll help you with it. Speaking of which, doing business with foreign investors is also a kind of attracting foreign investment."

"Thank you for the leadership's support of our work," Jiang Hai and Zhang Ju walked side by side:

"But in order not to embarrass you, I have already talked to Jiang Shan. He will discuss with the company to reduce the number of Coca-Cola billboards."

"Oh?" Zhang Ju is well aware of the difficulty: "This is naturally the best, but in this case, Xiaojiang won't be criticized, right?"

"Jiang Shan said that in order not to make things difficult for you, he will suffer as much as he feels wronged."

Jiang Hai was secretly shocked in his heart, why are the lies getting easier and smoother now?

It seems that the work of self-criticism must continue.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang is interested," Zhang Bureau suddenly recalled every detail of the past: "You bring a message to him for me. The Bureau has not forgotten him."

Jiangshan's "Chunfengdu" advertising company has been running smoothly since its inception. Even in the co-working offices of newspapers, no one can beat it.

The reasons are that one is that it can generate income, and the other is that it is immovable.

I would like to ask, which superior would not like to see a company like this that can relieve the leaders' worries without causing trouble?

Take today's matter as an example. If someone from Shangfeng hadn't questioned Xie Zhiliu on his behalf, Zhang Ju would never have taken this move himself.

Jiang Hai understood what the other party meant: "Don't worry, Jiang Shan also thinks of you!"

After walking down the last step of the stairs, Zhang Jue and Jiang Hai said goodbye with a smile and walked in two directions.

As he walked, Zhang Jue remembered the scene in the museum just now.

Not to mention, Comrade Jiang Hai really gave the Minister of Propaganda face.

Thinking of this, he stopped and looked back.

Unexpectedly, I saw a familiar figure at this glance.

Not far away, two cars were parked one behind the other.

When Jiang Hai walked over, one of the car doors was pushed open.

"Brother," Jiang Shan's long legs took a step forward and got out of the car: "How was it?"

"No need to ask," Jiang Hai had already lit up a good news cigarette: "With your brother's good memory, he still can't forget a few words."

In the distance, Zhang Jue looked at the brothers with an aunt's smile on his face.

Just as he was about to turn around, he stood still in shock: "Hiss... no way? Could it be that I'm dazzled?"

Shortly after Jiangshan got off the bus, two cars one behind the other also lowered their windows.

Then, Li Guyi and Zhu Fengbo stood in front of the car window and laughed.

"The problem has been solved, Chief Editor Jiang."

"Look at Jiang Hai smiling like that, it must have been solved."

…

At the Pujiang Museum after closing time, curator Xie Zhiliu stood at the door, motionless for a long time.

Although the figures of Jiang Hai and Zhang Ju had long disappeared from sight, Director Xie's thoughts still stayed in the previous exhibition hall.

"Lao Xie, what are you thinking about?"

"It's getting late, let's prepare to withdraw."

The words of the two old subordinates did not affect Director Xie at all.

[Really, I didn’t leave any inklings behind.

If you can find something in this painting too...

The museum on the other side can house three paintings.

If only we could produce a miracle...]

At this moment, Jiang Hai's words kept echoing in Xie Zhiliu's ears.

Ta,ta,ta...

The tapping sound of tap, tap, tap never stopped for a moment.

Suddenly, Director Xie's feet moved.

"You all come with me!"

As soon as Mr. Xie finished speaking, the two experts on the side felt a figure walking quickly past their eyes.

"Lao Xie, what's wrong?"

"We won't get off work anymore."

The two of them turned around and saw that Lao Xie had already walked straight towards the calligraphy and painting exhibition hall.

So, he followed him regardless.

The three of them walked together until... "Snow Bamboo Picture" appeared in the field of vision again.

"Old Li," Director Xie looked straight ahead: "Unlock the lock and get the painting!"

"What?"

"Unlock and get the painting."

"Why, you want to see it again?"

"It's too late today, how about we do it tomorrow..."

"Watch it now,"

Director Xie, with firm eyes, said in an unquestionable tone: "Hurry up and get ready!"

After a while, in the brightly lit office, a huge painting desk stood in the center.

On top of it, there is an ancient painting measuring one and a half meters in length and about one meter in width.

As usual, the three old experts washed their hands and put on gloves.

While leaning down in front of the ancient painting, he also involuntarily covered his mouth and nose.

Three magnifying glasses simultaneously advance on the "Snow Bamboo Picture" bit by bit.

Bamboo, leaves, stone, dark gray, light ink...

Just like many years ago, the dim silk, the familiar texture... everything is still the same as before.

I don't know how long it took, but Xie Zhiliu was the last one to hold his waist and straighten up.

"well!"

After sighing softly, his eyes were full of disappointment: "It seems that I have thought too much."

The two experts standing with him certainly understood what he was thinking.

"It's been so many years. Don't think too much about it. Some things just can't be done by force."

"We have been looking at this painting for a long time. If there was something, we would have discovered it by now."

After hearing what his old colleague said, Xie Zhiliu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Yeah, I should have given up long ago."

When he lowered his head again with a wry smile, his eyes fell on a small part of the picture inadvertently.

"hiss,"

Xie Zhiliu frowned and raised his hand to cover his mouth: "Do you think it's weird there?"

An expert covered his mouth and nose: "Where?"

Another person said the same thing: "What does it look like?"
To be continued...