Xiao Sangjia was not afraid at all and opened his mouth and said, "Wang Jian's method of slope comes from Huang Gongwang. The method of moss is taken from Wu Zhen, and the method of ink originates from Ni Zan. Where is the painting I just read? It can be said that it is fake and cannot be fake anymore. There is also the small landscape of Tang Bohu. Alas, I really can't say anything..."

Sang Bai had just told his third son that he had told him, but he immediately became curious when he heard this, and walked towards the calligraphy and painting side.

I came to a temporary table and stretched my head to take a look on the painting.

Just this glance, Sangbai knew that his son was right. The painting was fake so much that no expert needed to be verified. His level was not at all on the artist's passing line.

Although Sang Bai's paintings are not good, his eyesight is not enough. He bought so many paintings himself, and they are all genuine works. At least he also knows where the level of a famous work should be.

The words in front of me should be copied. The painter's level is not high, and he loses his style if he loses accuracy or style. Judging from the brushwork, he has only been learning to paint for three to five years at most.

Some people say that Chinese painting can be painted in two or three years in a perfect way, but if you want to draw a name, it will take at least decades of effort to achieve it. This is simple to get started, but it is quite difficult to get to the top level.

This is different from Western painting. It is quite difficult to get started, but after getting started, it will be released in more than ten years.

This is why few Chinese paintings are famous all over the world in their twenties, while Western painters can’t draw any famous things for ten years after learning painting, and they will be like that in their lifetime.

I know that someone mentioned Van Gogh. That guy has only been there for many years, so I can't use it as an ordinary example.

Sang Bai didn't say anything. Looking at the painting, he was wondering in his mind how many fakes there would be in this room, and how many shameful things were hidden in these boxes sealed by wooden strips.

The director and Qin Weiguang stood behind Sang Bai at this time. When they saw the paintings on the stage, their faces changed suddenly.

Because they also saw that the painting was fake!

There is no need to be a good level when looking at this painting. If the two of them knew that there would be a bicycle version of "Xiao He Chasing Han Xin under the Moon" in the future, they would definitely feel that the level of this painting is slightly higher than what they see now.

"What's going on?" asked the director.

"I don't know either. It was taken out of the box. It was already like this when I took it out. I've seen it. Banzhang and other things are good..."

As he said that, the box was given to the director. The director only took a look and realized that the box was real and that the seal was all fake.

The director immediately turned around and glanced at the warehouse administrator standing next to the door. He saw that the middle-aged man in his fifties could no longer stand and collapsed on the ground.

The director can't guess where he has. The calligraphy and paintings in the library have been transferred, and the administrators who can transfer the package will definitely not be able to escape. This matter is not that complicated, and the police can understand it without the police.

Sang Bai didn't know what he was feeling at this moment. Originally, this kind of Sang Bai had no numbers in later generations. Not to mention the Yecheng Museum, a certain palace museum had such a situation. At an auction in 2002, a Buddha statue appeared in the number of a certain palace, and was finally reported, which captured the borer.

But what Sang Bo did not expect was that this matter was actually encountered by himself. Unfortunately, he was still preparing to invest in protecting these things.

What to spend millions to protect?

Are you spending millions of dollars to protect these fakes? Our man’s money is also earned. Every penny is legal and reasonable. Why is it used to do this mess?

"This, Mr. Sang."

"Haha, you can deal with this kind of thing, I still have something to do here."

After Sang Bai said that, he smiled at the director and Qin Weiguang, then reached out and grabbed his son's hand, and signaled to Ma Boqian, who was standing not far away.

Ma Boqian was also disgusted. Originally, there were collections of their family's generations, but now there is such a blatant phenomenon that calligraphy and paintings are being transferred!

Although he wanted to see what he donated, he didn't have the right to do it, because the one who donated it was his grandfather, who had already passed away.

Sang Bai and his friends left, leaving the director, Qin Weiguang and others standing in the warehouse, and the whole air seemed to be in doubt.

Everyone is not in the mood to think about Sangbai at this moment, nor is it in the mood to think about the cost of warehouse renovation for millions. Now they are thinking about how many days the hat on their foreheads can be worn.

Everyone knows the seriousness of this matter. This is a museum, not a private street stall. The things were transferred in the museum, and they were the first to be discovered by a child of a few years old. It would be a shame to tell them out. A group of antiques studied stayed here all day, but they ended up being worse than a child.

People outside will definitely think so. They don’t know that there is no reason. The director cannot just take out the cultural relics in Curry for a look. If this happens, the entire museum will have nearly 270,000 cultural relics above level 2. When will the director see it alone?

"What should I do?" The director rubbed his temples.

"I think we should check internally, count the things that have been transferred, and then decide what to do!"

One of the middle-aged men said.

However, after he said that, he defended himself: "I will explain first that this matter has nothing to do with me. I am just considering the impact of this matter on our museum."

Qin Weiguang suddenly started to laugh, still laughing loudly, and tears came out of laughter for a while.

"What an impact! What a great one, considering everyone, do you want to be a little bit of shame?" Qin Weiguang was furious and pointed at the person who was talking, and his hair was like an angry halberd.

"What is influence? These cultural relics are transferred so unknown, but they have no impact? The things that many people have spent countless efforts to protect from the Japanese invaders cannot compare to your bullshit influence? You are so embarrassed to speak one by one and keep the other. I'm so fucking up and call the police!"

Qin Weiguang was really angry. He begged grandpa to seek funds for grandma. In the past few years, he would stick a face with someone who was rich, and he would drink with him and be humble. What a good thing to do here is, so he gave him a plan to adjust the bag!

"Weiguang, don't get angry either. You must call the police. Kobayashi, go and call." The director was not stupid either. He dared to suppress this matter, and let alone the official hat, and maybe he couldn't even save his head.

Of course, now he already knew that he had entered the countdown in the position of the director. When this happened, someone had to take it. Others had a small position, and it was just right for him to be neither big nor small in this position.

As an old-fashioned person, the director really didn't expect that someone would crazyly transfer the museum's cultural relics.

But when the incident happened, the director turned around in his mind for a few seconds and figured it out. He had to investigate this matter, not only did he have to investigate it, but he had to investigate it openly.

Soon the museum became busy.

The police were stunned when they received this case. They did not expect that the museum would be transferred. Generally speaking, in their consciousness, these are cultural relics. They had to build a large warehouse, such as cement steel bars and bunker-like places. As soon as they entered, there were armed police stations on guard. Before entering, they had to pass several large iron gates. Who would have thought that many of these antiques were placed in Gentong's warehouse and in large wooden boxes. The only thing that blocked them from going out was only two locks, one on the box and the other on the warehouse gate.

When the police arrived, they didn't have much effort. They started by looking at the door and then found four people. Only these five people used the simplest method to rush out nearly 100 cultural relics hidden in the museum and sold them to cultural relics smugglers.

Among them, the most affected are not calligraphy and painting, but gold and silverware. Among them, they are mainly from the Ming Dynasty, and the overall value is hard to say. However, two or three numbers are definitely unbearable.

Suddenly, such a big case broke out. Not only Yecheng was shocked, but the country was also shocked. No one expected that after a few ordinary staff members of the museum could stolen nearly 100 pieces of cultural relics in a few years and sell them.

The key is that no one noticed it, and most of the cultural relics sold can no longer be recovered, causing losses to the country and causing great harm to the image of the country.

At this time, Sangbai had already taken his son on the way home.

Ma Boqian originally wanted to come back with him, but when he passed by his old house, he couldn't help it, so he got out of the car and asked Sang Bo to leave first.

Sang Bai was not in the mood to care about other things at this moment. Seeing that Ma Boqian wanted to stay, he said a few words and asked Bi Kaicheng to drive.

Ma Boqian stood at the door of his old house, looked at the familiar place, and when he walked in, he found that the corridor was already full of bicycles, and people had to turn their bodies sideways when they were hit. When he came to the small courtyard where he originally lived, he found that he could hardly see what he was like.

"Who are you looking for?"

A woman carrying a spittoon asked when she saw Ma Boqian standing at the door of her house.

Ma Boqian said: "I didn't look for anyone, just take a look."

The woman looked at Ma Boqian and felt that from the way this man looked, she didn't look like a bad person, so she turned around and went to the public toilet to turn the spittoon.

After saying a few words to the woman, Ma Boqian was no longer interested in looking at his house. He could no longer recognize the house. There were wires everywhere, clothes hanging everywhere, adults and children. His originally elegant little yard was no longer as good as it was at that time.

After leaving the courtyard with his feet, Ma Boqian was about to take a bus back to Liushu Village. Everything he had nowhere to exist when he was a child. Now he had something to do in Liushu Village, a small courtyard, and a wife. So why do you want to do so much? Just live your life now.

Who knew that when Ma Boqian reached out to touch his pocket, he found that his wallet was missing. Then he thought that it might have been thrown into Sang Bo's car.
Chapter completed!