Chapter 383: Operation to Eliminate Traitors

In May 1980, when my country's first Dongfeng was about to hit the sky.

Comrade Jiangshan, who couldn't help much, decided to do a small favor.

Harbin Medical University, Department of Medicine.

Looking at his senior brothers and sisters standing in front of the teaching building taking graduation photos, Wo Weihan, who was sitting on the playground, also began to look forward to his graduation ceremony next year.

"I envy them so much," Wo Weihan said to the classmates around him: "I heard that the units assigned to this batch of graduates are very good, but I don't know what the situation will be like next year?"

"It's probably about the same," the fellow junior classmate smiled at Wo Weihan, "You don't have to worry. With such good grades like yours, you'll probably be retained by the internship unit directly."

Wo Weihan, who is over 30 years old, raised the corner of his mouth: "If it is an ordinary unit, I would not hesitate to stay!"

"Aren't you prepared to obey the assignment?"

"It's not disobedience," Wo Weihan arranged the order: "If possible, I would like to take another graduate student exam."

Wo Weihan, who is currently a junior in college, not only wants to continue his studies, but is also thinking about the opportunity to study abroad at public expense.

If he were not destined to Jiangshan, everything would develop according to the process of the previous life:

Bachelor's degree from Harbin Medical University - Master's degree from the Chinese Academy of Sciences - Researcher of the Chinese Academy of Sciences - Studying abroad for a Ph.D. at public expense - After graduation, he abandoned the institute of the Chinese Academy of Sciences that trained him - Stayed abroad and became a traitor - Returned to China to exploit Guo Wanju, an expert in induced bomb technology ——Stealing the East Wind——End.

"Graduate student? You..."

Just when the students on the side were about to ask a few more questions, the counselor not far away waved over.

"Wo Weihan, the department director asked you to go there."

"Department Chairman?" Wo Weihan quickly stood up: "Do you know what it is?"

"It seems that your internship unit has implemented it."

Upon hearing this, Wo Weihan clenched his fists: "Great!"

With his excellent score of being number one in his professional course, a hospital should have come to take over him long ago.

…

"Pujiang Tongyi Match Factory?"

At the desk of the department head, a teacher who was nearly 50 years old thought he had misheard: "Did I hear that right, Lao Lu?"

"It's absolutely true," Director Lu himself also smiled bitterly: "Classmate Wo Weihan's internship unit is in Pujiang."

"No," as a class teacher, Teacher Song must be responsible for her students:

"It's great to be able to go to Pujiang, but how can it be a match factory? Wo Weihan's grades have never fallen out of the top five in our class."

"It's no use even if he's number one," Director Lu knocked on the table:

“In addition to the Second Lighting Bureau of Pujiang, the National Machinery Ministry and the Tourism Bureau are all asking for him from the school.

Three gold medals, classmate Wo Weihan must obey. "

Teacher Song, who heard about this situation for the first time, opened his eyes in shock.

"So many government agencies are asking for him?" It sounded exciting, but the class teacher soon realized a problem: "But none of them are professional counterparts?"

"Is cross-industry management strange to us?"

"No," Teacher Song was surprised: "Are the positions assigned to these three departments the same?"

Director Lu, who was silent, nodded.

"Are they all match factories?"

"Now you know how complicated the problem is, right?"

Class teacher: "I'm just confused..."

"I have also inquired carefully about this issue," the department chair said, still very responsible:

"The position they gave Wo Weihan is actually a research and development room in the match factory, a department that specializes in research and development of new products. It seems to be a professional counterpart."

head teacher:"……"

"Moreover," Director Lu said, "This match factory is the designated export unit of Pujiang City. It is more profitable than ordinary match factories. The salary you get after joining will never be lower than that of Harbin No. 1 Hospital."

Class teacher: "Yes..."

At this moment, classmate Wo Weihan ran over excitedly: "Report."

"Come in," Director Lu saw him and smiled kindly: "Congratulations, Wo Weihan, you are the first classmate in our department to be named by the employer to leave."

"Really, Director?"

Wo Weihan, the proud son of heaven, has always thought that he is the best: "Which hospital is it?"

Director Lu smiled and shook his head: "It's not a hospital."

"It's not a hospital," Wo Weihan's eyes lit up: "Is it a scientific research institute?"

"Almost," Director Lu read out the notice: "The organization has arranged for you to go to the Uni-President Match Factory in Pujiang City."

"What factory?" Wo Weihan, who was smiling brightly, froze instantly: "Fire... match factory?"

"According to the content of the notice," Director Lu, who was as steady as a rock, said with an increasingly serious expression:

"You have to report to the R&D room of Tongyi Match Factory within a week. At the same time, your household registration will also be transferred."

"In other words," the head teacher suddenly realized a key point: "Wo Weihan in our class will become a Pujiang native."

"Yes, that's right."

"This is great news."

Director Lu: "I have said before that this is a very good position."

"But,"

At this moment, Wo Weihan was about to lose control: "I obviously studied medicine, how...how could I be assigned to the match factory?"

Not even the match factory in Pujiang. His ideal is not to be the big brother of workers.

"Woweihan,"

Director Lu immediately sternly taught: "You have to understand clearly that all the arrangements made by the organization are well thought out.

Besides, you are going to the match factory to develop new products, not to go to the workshop.

In a sense, you are also contributing to the four modernizations of the motherland.

What? Don't you want to contribute to the four modernizations?"

Hearing this, Wo Weihan quickly waved his hand: "That's not what I meant. It turns out that I am going to the match factory to do research and development. Teacher Lu, don't worry, I promise to complete the task."

Wo Weihan is not an impulsive young student. People in their 30s certainly know the consequences of not obeying the assignment.

Thinking back, it would be nice to be able to work in Pujiang as soon as you graduate.

As long as you are willing to work hard, maybe it won't be long before you can be transferred to a large hospital in Pujiang...

At this time, Wo Weihan didn't know that in order to get him as a talent.

Jiangshan, who never made any demands to the organization, not only transferred him to Pujiang by name.

He was also going to arrange a confidential position for him in the match factory that he would never leave.

In short, Xu Muchun of the Light Industry Bureau gave 200% support to Jiangshan's suggestion of keeping pace with the times and running a factory with scientific research.

…

Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

When Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang were asked to leave by Fang Wen, the head of the Asian Pavilion, Jiangshan, carrying the camera, continued to complete the shooting of the "Mingxuan" exhibition hall with his team members.

Then, taking advantage of the shooting permit in hand today, the group of people who were not stopping quickly set up their positions in the exhibition hall.

"Medicine Master Sutra Transformation Picture", "Zhao Yebai Picture", "Five Dynasties Yue Kiln Dragon Pattern Plate", "Western Zhou Bronze Ban", "Warring States Twisted Silk Dragon Jade Pendant"...

"Green Bamboo and Two Birds·Song Huizong", "Cypress in the Wheat Field·Van Gogh", "Water Lilies·Monet", "Madonna and Child with Saints·Raphael"...

After a busy afternoon, Jiangshan found time to ask Huang Yongyu when he returned to the hotel in the evening.

"Uncle Yongyu, where did Director Fang take you this afternoon?"

"Finally I can't hold my temper anymore," Huang Yongyu laughed while biting his pipe: "I thought you didn't want to hear it."

"Just now, it was in front of outsiders," Jiang Shan said with a smile: "Now that there are no outsiders, please tell me."

Hearing this, Yu Sigui, who accompanied him into the room, laughed with satisfaction.

In the Waldorf's guest room, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang, who had been outside for half a day, sat comfortably on the sofa.

"If you really want to talk about this, you really can't say it in front of outsiders," Huang Yongyu glanced at Wang Shixiang: "Am I right?"

"Yeah," Wang Shixiang nodded: "Xiao Jiang, have you heard of Wang Jiqian?"

"Wang Jiqian?" Jiang Shan shook his head: "No."

Who is Wang Jiqian?

There has always been an old saying in the collection industry: Once you enter Wang's door, the price will double.

There are actually two "Wangs", one is Wang Shixiang who came later, and the other is Wang Jiqian who moved to the United States.

If Zhang Boju made the status of Chinese calligraphy and painting in the National Museum of China.

Then Wang Jiqian, by his own efforts, raised the world status of Chinese calligraphy and painting in the Metropolitan Museum of China.

Before moving abroad, Wang Jiqian, who was rich and powerful, was not comparable to ordinary people.

The house in the TV series "Orange is Red" was borrowed from an old house of the Wang family.

"Let me tell you this," Huang Yongyu said, "He and Xu Bangda had the same painting appraisal teacher, and his vision is no less than Xu Banchi's."

"Really?" Jiangshan had heard something about this: "But what does this have to do with you? Could it be that the painting that Director Fang asked you to help appraise is from Wang Jiqian?"

"Isn't he a painting appraisal master himself?" Yu Sigui didn't understand, "Why does he need your help?"

"Hehe," Wang Shixiang and Huang Yongyu laughed together, "Because he met someone special this time!"

Jiangshan: "What do you mean?"

"As for Wang Jiqian," Huang Yongyu laughed, "Don't underestimate him because he's rich. He doesn't live as carefree as I do."

"Oh?"

"Not only is he famous for being stingy," Wang Shixiang continued, "he's also famous for calculating."

"Even people like Zhang Daqian," Huang Yongyu: "haven't calculated against him."

When Jiangshan heard this, he probably guessed what was going on: "Did he buy Zhang Daqian's painting?"

"Look," Huang Yongyu pointed at Jiangshan and said to Wang Shixiang He smiled and said, "Even Xiao Jiang knows about this, how can a collector not be suspicious?"

"Didn't Director Fang say that just now at the museum?" Wang Shixiang said, "Even after decades, the shadow of Zhang Daqian's forgery still affects the judgment of art researchers."

"What exactly is it?" Yu Sigui said anxiously, "Tell us quickly."

"Many years ago, Zhang Daqian borrowed a painting from Xu Beihong. This painting is "River Bank" by Dong Yuan, a great painter of the Five Dynasties," Wang Shixiang said slowly:

" As the saying goes, if you borrow well and return well, it is not difficult to borrow again, but this saying does not apply to Zhang Daqian at all.

After a long time, Xu Beihong did not see Zhang Daqian return the painting.

Just when he thought that Zhang Daqian would refuse to return the painting, Zhang Daqian's brother came with a few paintings.

It turned out that Zhang Daqian, who had found countless excuses for himself, wanted to exchange Dong Yuan's "River Bank" with other paintings. "

Yu Sigui: "Did Xu Beihong agree?"

"What if he didn't agree? It's good enough that Zhang Daqian came back to make up for it," Wang Shixiang:

"Who would have thought that many years later, someone would use this trick on Zhang Daqian again."

The clever Yu Sigui tried to guess: "Could this person be Wang Jiqian?"

"It's him,"

Wang Shixiang smiled with his eyes curved: "There was a period of time when Zhang Daqian traveled all over the country to hold exhibitions, and this "River Bank" followed him everywhere.

At this time, Wang Jiqian, who lived in New York, invited him to hold an exhibition in New York, and promised to receive him throughout the whole process..."

After seeing "River Bank", Wang Jiqian had the same expression as Zhang Daqian at the time, and immediately made up his mind to get this painting.

When Zhang Daqian's exhibition ended and he was ready to return home, Wang Jiqian took out a small notebook to settle accounts with Zhang Daqian.

"Zhang Daqian was not happy at that time," Wang Shixiang imitated the other party's tone: "Didn't we agree that you would receive him? Why did you ask me to pay?"

Huang Yongyu continued to imitate: "I said that I would receive him throughout the whole process, but I didn't say that I would pay for the whole process."

At this moment, Jiangshan and Yu Sigui sat aside and laughed and watched the fun.

"Who is Zhang Daqian? He would never suffer a loss," Wang Shixiang continued: "At this time, Wang Jiqian, who was not in the business of collecting money, proposed to exchange paintings for paintings."

Jiangshan: "Riverbank?"

"That's it," Huang Yongyu said: "Zhang Daqian firmly disagreed when he heard it.

So, Wang Jiqian began to open up to Zhang Daqian.

He told the other party that the reason he wanted to exchange his "Riverbank" was that he was going to donate the painting to the Chinese government in exchange for his son's visa to go abroad."

Huang Yongyu added: "Wang Jiqian had four children at that time, and he only took two of them when he went abroad."

Jiangshan and Yu Sigui nodded together.

"Zhang Daqian agreed to the other party's request to exchange paintings for paintings," Wang Shixiang said, "but Wang Jiqian not only did not donate the painting back to China, but now he is preparing to sell it to the Metropolitan Museum of Art."

Yu Sigui finally understood: "Why? Director Fang suspects that this painting is fake?"

Jiang Shan: "He asked you two to help him check the "River Bank"?"

"In fact, before this," Wang Shixiang said what Fang Wen said, "many experts have already raised doubts about the "River Bank."

"There are Japanese and American collectors here," Huang Yongyu said, "including some collectors in our country, who are not optimistic about this painting."

"What did you two say after seeing it?" Jiang Shan: "Does it feel real?"

Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang shook their heads at the same time.

Wang Shixiang: "We didn't say anything."

"I can't tell whether it's real or fake," Huang Yongyu said bluntly, "but even if I can tell, I don't care."

Wang Shixiang laughed, "It's not our museum that collects paintings, so who cares whether it's real or fake!"

"What a pity," Jiangshan said with regret, "I didn't see the true face of "River Bank".

But although he didn't see the painting at this time, Jiangshan knew that the authenticity of this painting would be debated for decades.

For this reason, the Metropolitan Museum of Art also held a seminar on "River Bank".

Compared with domestic experts, many foreign experts unanimously believe that not only this painting is fake, but also Zhang Daqian's exchange of paintings with Xu Beihong is fake.

The reason is that Xu Beihong wanted to repay Zhang Daqian's secret financial help when he divorced his ex-wife Jiang Biwei.

The reason why there are such voices from the outside world is not only because of the many doubts about "River Bank".

Another reason is that when the outside world was full of doubts, Xie Zhiliu and Zhang Daqian, two good friends, stood up together to support Xu Beihong's conclusion that "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" was painted by Wu Daozi.

At this point, Jiangshan has also deeply understood Comrade Ma Weidu's point of view of "try not to touch calligraphy and painting collections".

It should be said or not, this is indeed not something I can figure out.

In comparison, the action of eliminating traitors is much more refreshing.