I looked at my father Jackie Chan in 1988

Hospital, ward.

As soon as Zhi Youcai walked in, he knelt down in front of Mr. Zhi and wept bitterly, and repeatedly promised to change his past.

Old man Zhi also burst into tears.

Seeing the father and son hugging each other and crying, Ji Sheng felt relieved. Although he did it this time to support the old man's splash painting, he finally did a good deed.

The father and son cried for a little while.

Zhi Youcai raised his head choked with sobs and said, "Dad, Boss Ji... Boss Ji told me to let me go to work with him and give me the same salary as in the factory."

"Ah? Xiao Ji even arranged a job for you?" Old Master Zhi glanced at Ji Sheng who was standing by the door in astonishment.

Ji Sheng smiled and said, "It just so happens that I also need someone over there."

Although this is not nonsense, after he becomes a distributor of Panasonic, he will definitely increase his manpower, but he really doesn't have to be talented. How can he not hire people if he has money?

Old Man Zhi obviously understood this truth, he wiped the tears off his face, and said to Zhi Youcai, "Help me up."

Zhi Youcai didn't know what he was going to do, but he still helped the old man up.

Ji Sheng also looked puzzled.

Old Man Zhi didn't say anything, he walked straight up to Ji Sheng, and bent his knees as soon as he knelt down.

Ji Sheng was taken aback, he quickly stretched out his hand to support him, and hurriedly said, "Old man, what are you doing?"

Old Man Zhi couldn't help crying again, "Mr. Ji, you are a kindness to my son. I really don't know how to thank you, so I just want to kneel down and say thank you."

How could Ji Sheng dare to ask the old man to kneel down for him? His life was about to be shortened, so he hurriedly persuaded old man Zhi to give up his thoughts, and coaxed him back to the hospital bed.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, Mr. Ji."

Father and son are still thanking.

Ji Sheng repeatedly said no.

In the end, Mr. Zhi paid Youcai and said: "Youcai, I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, please pack two clothes for me and go back."

"Hey, I'm going right now."

Zhi Youcai packed up two pieces of clothes, apologized to Ji Sheng again, and left.

After Zhi Youcai left, Mr. Zhi said: "Mr. Ji, you have helped the old man a lot, and I will keep my promise and give you a calligraphy and painting."

Ji Sheng was overjoyed, "Thank you."

"I should thank you." Mr. Zhi and Lao Huai smiled gratifiedly, pointed to the nurse's desk and said, "Go and tell Head Nurse Jin, just tell me to bring over the wooden box I left with them."

Khan, you hid well enough.

The things were placed over the nurse's desk, and Zhi Youcai couldn't even think of killing them.

Ji Sheng ran over to tell the nurse.

Head nurse Jin, who is in her 40s with short hair, helped to move the wooden box out to the ward. Ji Sheng was not allowed to take over during the period, obviously she was afraid of being cheated.

After seeing that it was indeed what Mr. Zhi wanted, Head Nurse Jin was relieved.

It's a big wooden box.

Mr. Zhi took out a key, "Mr. Ji, you can choose one in it."

"Okay, thank you."

Ji Sheng took the key, then knelt down and poked the keyhole of the wooden box a few times.

Click.

The box is opened.

Ji Sheng stretched out his hand and pulled open the lid of the box, only to see more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings wrapped in cloth.

With so many calligraphy and paintings, which one is it?

"Open them all and take a look, take whichever one you like." The voice of old man Zhi came from behind.

Ji Sheng let out an "ah", casually picked up a calligraphy and painting wrapped in red cloth and untied the strap, and then... Well, then he found that it was not a calligraphy and painting at all, but four bundled together.

Each calligraphy and painting is about 25 centimeters long and wide, square.

Old Man Zhi just glanced at it, then laughed and said, "So it is."

Ji Sheng didn't quite understand, but seeing that there were two stamps signed on it, one of which was the famous Emperor Qianlong, he was quite puzzled and asked, "Is this the calligraphy and painting of Emperor Qianlong?"

"No." Mr. Zhi shook his head and explained: "This calligraphy and painting is accurately inscribed by Emperor Qianlong and drawn by Dong Bangda. When I was a professor in a university, a student's family urgently needed money to sell it to me. It was like 1960 at that time. , My salary is only 60 yuan a month, which was already considered a high income at the time, seeing that the student was in urgent need of money, I spent two months’ salary and bought it for 120 yuan.”

What the hell!

1960120 yuan?

Ji Sheng was taken aback. One must know that the per capita salary in 100 has increased a lot compared to last year, and it was only in the early 60s. Although the salary in the metropolis is higher in Shanghai, 120s[-] is really a huge sum. payment.

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But he thought about it again, although he didn't know who Dong Bangda was, but the calligraphy and painting Qianlong imperial inscription, it seems that one hundred and two is not too much.

"Then you've earned it." Ji Sheng said with a smile, "If you keep this calligraphy and painting for another 30 to [-] years, it might sell for several million."

"A few million? I dare not even think about it." Old Master Zhi laughed, and introduced with great interest: "Dong Bangda is not an easy man. He was a Jinshi in the 11th year of Yongzheng and was awarded the editor of the Imperial Academy; Bachelor of Attendance, Bachelor of Cabinet, Minister of Household, Ministry of Industry and Ministry of Officials, Yushi Zuodu, Minister of Industry, Minister of Rites, etc., were granted horse riding in the Forbidden City, which was the highest political treatment given to Han people by the imperial family of the Qing Dynasty."

As expected of a university professor, he is erudite and talented, Ji Sheng sighed in his heart, and said, "It seems that Dong Bangda is quite famous."

"That's right, he was known as the first hand of the country at that time." Mr. Zhi introduced: "Take this painting as an example, it is Dong Bangda's excellent work, but it's a pity that there were originally ten scenes, but now there are only, , and four paintings."

Ji Sheng remembered that when he participated in Lao Zhang's private auction, Chen Lao once said that the price of calligraphy and painting generally depends on the fame of the author. Since Dong Bangda is so famous, and these calligraphy and painting are inscribed by Emperor Qianlong, they should be sold at a good price.

But there were supposed to be ten pictures, but now there are only four left, which may affect the price.

After thinking about it, he still didn't give up on Liu Haisu's splash color painting.

Put away these four calligraphy and paintings.

Ji Sheng continued to flip through the second picture.

This time it is the masterpiece of Qian Hui'an's disciple Shen Xinhai. This painting is quite large, about 1.5 meters high and [-] to [-] centimeters wide.

Mr. Zhi introduced Shen Xinhai and Qian Hui'an again.

It was only then that Ji Sheng knew how powerful these two representative painters of the Shanghai School were.

Then he looked at four or five more.

What are the works of Zhang Bihan, Li Tiefu and others, among which Li Tiefu's is still an oil painting.

Because of this, Ji Sheng learned a lot about calligraphy and painting masters from Mr. Zhi.

Finally, when Ji Sheng got a heavy painting and opened it, he saw the splash color painting signed "Liu Haisu"!

This splash color painting is very large, less than 1.5 meters high, but more than three meters long.

When Ji Sheng spread it out, it occupied almost half of the room. The size of the painting was not what surprised him the most. What surprised Ji Sheng most was the words [-] written on the inscription of the painting. He was stunned for a moment. Looking at Mr. Zhi, "Is this painting from [-]?"

"Yes!" Speaking of this painting, Old Man Zhi laughed and said, "Mr. Hai Weng and I became friends at first sight. When he finished painting this painting, I immediately asked for it with a cheeky face."

Ji Sheng said: "Mr. Haiweng is Master Liu Haisu?"

"Well, Master Liu Haisu's name is Hai Weng. He and I were persecuted and locked up together for some reason before. Because we are both intellectuals, we became good friends as soon as we met." Old Master Zhi recalled bitterness and thought sweetly. : "It was really miserable at that time, Mr. Hai Weng almost didn't make it through."

When Ji Sheng heard that this painting was made by old man Zhi, he felt a little embarrassed, "I still wanted this painting, but old man, you and Mr. Hai Weng are best friends, forget it, I'll take a look again Draw something else."

"You want this painting?" Old Man Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Take it if you want."

Ji Sheng said, "Didn't your friend give you this?"

"It's okay, I'll ask him to draw another picture when I have a chance." Old Man Zhi said nonchalantly.

Ji Sheng fainted for a moment, "You mean Mr. Hai Weng is still around?"

Old Man Zhi said speechlessly, "Do you think he died?"

Ji Sheng laughed dryly, he really didn't expect Liu Haisu to be alive, subconsciously thought that these famous painters had died long ago.

"Did you really give it to me?" Ji Sheng said.

Old Man Zhi smiled and said, "Take it if you like it, it's fine."

Here it is!

It's finally here!

The guaranteed value is 200 million!

Ji Sheng's heart was pounding, he had been busy for so many days, but he finally got this painting, it was not in vain to put so much effort into getting Zhi Youcai to change his ways.

He was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

In the end, something that made him more excited came. I don’t know if Mr. Zhi thought he really liked calligraphy and painting, or if Ji Sheng gave Zhi Youcai a job, Mr. Zhi said again: “Mr. It has helped me a lot and arranged work for my son, otherwise, you can choose another one from it.”

Taking a splash color painting worth a thousand dollars, Ji Sheng was already very embarrassed. After all, if this splash color painting was kept for thirty years or so, it could sell for at least 1000 million. He is not that thick-skinned after all, and refused: "Old man, you don't get paid for nothing. I took your splashed color painting because I helped you. It wouldn't make sense to take it any more."

Mr. Zhi was very satisfied with his attitude, nodded slightly and said, "I would definitely not give it to someone else, but Mr. Ji, you are an upright person, a rare gentleman in today's society, so I will give you an extra one."

Ji Sheng was just about to say something.

Old Master Zhi continued: "Do you think my son's virtue can really stop gambling?"

Ji Sheng thought about it, and said honestly: "I will definitely not gamble again in a short time, and it's hard to say in the future."

"As the saying goes, the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. I know what my son will look like." Mr. Zhi sighed, "He is a man, maybe one day he will relapse into gambling addiction, and then lose his family and lose his fortune. The calligraphy and painting will definitely be stolen by him and sold, which is tantamount to harming him. Instead of this, I might as well give you another one. I just hope that one day after I am a hundred years old, if my son encounters any difficulties, Mr. Ji, you can Give him a hand."

Seeing the sincerity of the old man's words, Ji Sheng immediately promised: "Except for gambling, I don't support him, and I will help if there are other difficulties."

"Then you take another painting." Mr. Zhi demanded strongly, "Otherwise, I don't worry."

Ji Sheng knew that he said this to make himself feel at ease to take the painting, so he couldn't help admiring Mr. Zhi's attitude towards life, he said with a smile: "Since you keep saying that, then I should be ashamed of being disrespectful."

He didn't expect such a good thing to happen, he took a priceless splash color painting, and Mr. Zhi also gave him a painting and calligraphy as a gift.

Ji Sheng was very happy, and decided to take a good look at the remaining calligraphy and paintings, and then decide which one to choose.