The years of red flags

"The year before last, Ms. Chen built a red sandalwood museum for the 50th anniversary of the motherland. I heard that the collection inside is breathtaking." Jiang Hua shook his wine glass and said with a smile: I don't know when I'm going to open my eyes. Are you welcome, Ms. Chen? "

"Then you are welcome, Peng Pi Sheng Hui." Ms. Chen said happily: "I heard that you, Mr. Zheng and Xiao Ma are cooperating to build a cultural and art museum, which is currently under construction."

"Yes, Xiao Ma named the museum Guanfu." Jiang Hua said with a smile, "Mr. Qi Gong and Mr. Wang Shixiang each inscribed a plaque."

"Oh, what a great honor." Chen Lihua said in surprise: "Both gentlemen have inscribed their names?"

"Originally, we prepared a generous gift to visit Mr. Qi Gong, and he agreed immediately, so we didn't bother Mr. Wang again."

Jiang Hua smiled: "Two days later, when Xiao Ma visited Mr. Wang, he talked to him about the museum. Mr. Wang asked his name, but Xiao Ma forgot to mention that Mr. Qi Gong had already inscribed a plaque. Unexpectedly, Two days later, Mr. Wang asked Xiao Ma to get the words and directly took the initiative to give us the questions. Of course, we also prepared generous gifts afterwards, and now the pressure is on us."

"You are still troubled by these two gentlemen writing inscriptions for you. Are you sure this is not showing off?" Boss Song said with a smile: "I like Mr. Qi Gong's works very much, but I still haven't collected one of them. It's a pity."

"Now, whose name should I blame the two gentlemen?" Jiang Hua laughed at himself: "Whose name should I blame? Don't you want to offend the other?"

"It's true, they are both great people, it's hard to tell them apart."

Jiang Hua smiled: "Zheng Tong thought of a way to make two plaques and hang them in rotation."

"This is a bad idea." Rong Zhengen said with a smile, "It's too troublesome."

Ms. Chen smiled and praised: "This is the trouble of happiness."

Jiang Hua asked: "Ms. Chen, are all the antique red sandalwood collected in your red sandalwood museum?"

"Part of it, and some of it, are modern, and we are still cultivating masters in this field and continue to make red sandalwood objects."

"I have red sandalwood, golden nan, and ebony." Jiang Hua said ostentatiously: "I collected them all in those ten years, and I haven't used them much until now."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Jiang still has such good stuff in his hands."

When it comes to good wood, Chen Lihua's eyes start to light up, especially when she heard that these good woods were saved ten years ago. At that time, there were no imports, so they were basically old materials with high density and good oiliness.

"It was all picked up. At that time, ordinary people couldn't afford this kind of wood, and rich people didn't dare to buy it, so it was left to me, who was stupid and bold, to pick it up."

Rong Zhengen came to Jiang Hua and said, "Can you please give me some, I want to use old materials to build a desk."

"You are so rich, why do you still want me to give in?" Jiang Hua pushed Rong Zhengen: "As long as you are willing to spend money, whether it is an old red sandalwood desk or an antique red sandalwood desk, it will be a waste."

"Don't take advantage of me, bastard."

Chen Lihua took over the conversation: "If Boss Jiang is willing, you can give me the old material red sandalwood, and I will help you build the entire hall of furniture with high quality and quantity." "I'm a little itchy when you say that." Jiang Hua laughed. Said: "I really have this plan, but I haven't been able to find a good craftsman in this field. Then I will take some time to send the wood to you."

Rong Zhengen pointed at himself eagerly, and Jiang Hua smiled: "If you have any scraps, give this guy a desk."

Mr. Song raised his hand and said, "I'm not as greedy as Mr. Rong. I really want scraps. Give me some beads."

"I also have ebony, rosewood and golden ebony, which are good materials for beads." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Don't waste good things. All the leftover materials are turned into beads. It will be a good idea to give them away in the future." Interesting stuff."

"You are like Doraemon in the cartoon." Rong Zhengen said jokingly: "If you dig through that bag, you will always find something."

"This is called accumulation." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I also have papers from Li Mo and Cheng Xintang. Do ordinary people collect these things?"

Chen Lihua smiled and asked: "I'm very curious, Mr. Jiang, where did you get these good things?"

"After we suspended classes, most children were wandering on the streets. I liked visiting scrap collection stations and commission shops. At that time, the commission shops had guaranteed goods and the prices were not expensive. Can you imagine, the official kilns of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty? The purchase price of the plum vase was only over 20 yuan. I bought a Ming Dynasty Chenghua color chicken jar cup at a very low price and a few drinks. Qi Baishi's paintings were even more expensive, and a pair cost only a few dozen yuan. As for the masterpieces of modern and contemporary painters, they are even cheaper."

"If I had only known that when my father and I returned to the mainland, I would have visited the commissioned shops." Rong Zhengen patted his thigh: "Unfortunately, I didn't know the goods at that time and felt that the mainland was poor and had nothing good, but it turned out that it was good Things are missed.”

"It was not easy to eat meat at that time." Jiang Hua smiled and showed off: "I would go hunting in Yanshan when I had nothing to do. I did a lot of rabbits and pheasants. At that time, the son of the director of our compound often came to my place. "Gunfan, every time he comes here, he always brings me some good things. He once brought me a silver incense ball from the Tang Dynasty, which was so ingenious."

Mr. Song clapped his hands and said, "This is not the director's son. This is a money-giving boy."

"Now he is the general manager of Xinfadi."

Chen Lihua said in surprise: "Mr. Wang, it's true that we are not the same kind of people. Most of the well-known businessmen in Beijing are members of our Chang'an Club. But Mr. Wang and Mr. Zheng from your research institute have always You’ve never been here before.”

"Old Wang likes to play with birds, such as mynas, lovesick sparrows, larks, and thrushes. He is impatient to come to your place to drink red wine and chat. He thinks these birds are much cuter than humans. Plus, his wife now likes Growing flowers, every day in their yard, there are birds chirping and flowers fragrant."

Rong Zhengen asked curiously: "What about Zheng Tong?"

"Zheng Tong also likes to play with antiques. He also has an antique shop in Liulichang. When he has nothing to do, he either sells antiques or studies his theories of great unification and great revenge. This is to educate everyone. "

Chen Lihua said flatteringly: "He is an extraordinary person, and something extraordinary must happen. Mr. Jiang is extraordinary, and Mr. Jiang's friends are also extraordinary."

"We all grew up in a large courtyard. What we hate the most in our lives is following the crowd, and we have developed the habit of contempt for authority." Jiang Hua said with a smile, "Just because they saw me shaking the red wine glass, they must have seen it." It must be said that I am pretending."

(End of this chapter)