The vault was opened, but everyone present was full of identities. Although they were anxious to see what Qin Wei left behind, they actually had to use such a large vault, but they still gave the first place to Gu Changjun. After Gu Changjun took the lead in entering the warehouse, they followed behind one after another. But no one expected that the door was blocked after just two or three people entering.

Immediately afterwards, the exclamation of Qin Zhihong, Qin Zhijun brothers, and the president of HSBC reached everyone's ears:

"My God!"

"His uncle--"

...

"What's wrong?"

The screams made the people behind them even more curious and squeezed into it. Then, the vault could no longer be quiet.

"Oh my God, is the old man moving the Forbidden City here?"

"It's not the Forbidden City, it's the Louvre! Look at the oil painting... it's Picasso!"

"Van Gogh, it's Van Gogh! There are Van Gogh's works here... "The Wheat Field with Crows" and "Sunflowers". Isn't this the legend that it has disappeared? It turned out that it was hidden by the old man."

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there are thousands of objects. If you don't have old pens, you can be poor. On the 18th, I went to the balcony to write, Taibai... This is the original work of Li Bai! Li Taibai left the only calligraphy in the world! "Shangfang Post"! Isn't this the legend collected by Zhang Boju? It's actually here!"

"What is this? This, this...Who can you help me see if this is Su Shi, right?"

"'I came to Huangzhou and have passed the Three Cold Food Festival'? That's right, it's Su Shi. It's Su Dongpo's "Cold Food Chapter"!"

There were no one present who was not a good person, even if they really didn't know it, they knew more or less. However, when they saw the various authentic calligraphy and paintings hanging in the entire vault, everyone felt like they were dreaming. The vault area was three or four hundred square meters, more than three meters high, and the walls were covered with various rare calligraphy and paintings, but that was not counted, because in the center of the vault, dozens of boxes were built squarely, as if they were put there casually when moving. However, the suitcases were a little larger. On average, each one was two meters long and more than one meter high. You can imagine how many valuable treasures were collected in it.

"Brother, I just said that. Did you really find me?"

Gu Changjun was so moved that he wanted to cry. He didn't expect that he had just told Qin Wei that he had only brought him so many antiques... Li Bai's only calligraphy left in the world. Su Shi's calligraphy even had works by Picasso and Van Gogh. Although these works were a bit strange, such as Van Gogh's "Sunflower". He remembered that he had read a news report that it was auctioned in Europe, which only took a few years. Why was Qin Wei received it in this vault? And there were eight pictures in one collection? Although the pictures seemed different, was this too much? There was also Picasso's "The Boy Holding a Pipe". A few years ago, he heard that it was sold for 200 million US dollars at the auction. Why was it here too? Could it be that foreigners auctioned fakes?

"That, Zheng, Mr. Zheng." Gu Changjun felt that he should find someone who knows the industry to ask. He looked around and said that Qin Zhijun and Qin Yiwei and his daughter were the most familiar with him. Unfortunately, Liu also liked to kill familiars the most, so he should not ask. Apart from these two fathers and daughters, the one closest to him was the boss of HSBC. HSBC has always had a good reputation, and this president should be trustworthy. So he slowly leaned over: "Mr. Zheng, that..."

"What are you doing?" The old man, who has been kind since the meeting, turned around and glared at him, "Don't hinder me from appreciating artworks!"

"This, what kind of artwork is this?" Gu Changjun glanced at the painting the old man was admiring. His mane was curled and his butt was super fat. He insisted on pretending to be a long-handed four-hoofed mammal and curled his lips, "Is this a horse?"

"It's outrageous." The old man was furious immediately, "This is a treasure from Zhao Yebai + O. It is rumored that it was sold to the British by antique businessman Xiao Huchen before World War II. I don't want to be taken back by Mr. Qin... If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

"Is this the original?" Gu Changjun unfortunately asked again.

"You, you...get out--"

"Depend on!"

He was actually driven away. Didn’t he just ask if it was true? As for this? I am a customer of your bank. Gu Changjun was very dissatisfied with Old Man Zheng’s attitude, but he still didn’t dare to talk back to the old guy who was in a crazy state... Isn’t it just a painting? As for how he fell into a crazy state all of a sudden? Are you an orc or a behemoth?

"What does the old man have to do with your family?" Qin Zhijun jumped to Gu Changjun again at some point, looking gritting his teeth: "Do you know the value of these things? Why did he leave them to you?"

"I, I, this..." Gu Changjun shook his head. He was indeed a little embarrassed. Although he didn't know anything, he also understood that the treasures of Curry were not just priceless. Not to mention anything else, Li Bai's "Post on the Balcony" would probably be beaten to death and would not let it go abroad if the relevant departments knew about it. And Picasso's "Boy with a Pipe" was originally said to have been auctioned for more than 200 million US dollars. If it is sold now, as long as the news is released, he is sure that countless European and American collectors and museum agents will jump in front of him like rabies... No wonder Qin Zhijun is so angry and unwilling. If he put him aside, he would probably have the heart to kill: "I, I have a good relationship with your old man!"

"Okay, your uncle!" Qin Zhijun cursed directly, ignoring the demeanor of an ambassador-level diplomat. "My old man and I are the relatives of grandparents and grandchildren, and we have a better relationship, why don't he leave it to me?"

"I don't know much about this..." Gu Changjun looked at him maliciously, "Maybe, you are not your seed?"

"You say another word, believe it or not, I can't let you get out of this Kumen?" Qin Zhijun said with a fierce voice.

"Just kidding. Such an adult, there is no sense of humor at all." Gu Changjun shivered and hurriedly flashed to the side. The Qin family probably wanted to sniff him now, so it would be better not to be too arrogant. Moreover, the treasures hanging outside alone had already made people of Qin Zhijun and Mr. Zheng of HSBC Bank's eyes red. The ones hidden in the box by Qin Wei...

Gu Changjun licked his tongue, walked to the front of the purple wooden box placed in the middle, and lifted the lid.

"Qi Baishi?"

Mr. Zheng's head suddenly stretched out from behind Gu Changjun, and his heart was so scared that he thumped.

"I said to Mr. Zheng, if you don't bring such a person, why don't you appreciate your white horse? Why do you run behind me?" Gu Changjun covered his heart and complained.

"Don't be weird, don't be weird. I'm just too curious." Mr. Zheng seemed to have no idea that he had scolded Gu Changjun for "get out", and as if he had forgotten who the things in the library were. He actually bent over and picked up a stack of scrolls from the box. No wonder he was curious. This collaborative scroll was very strange. Because they were not rolled up when they were collected like many famous paintings, and were put into a paper tube, but spread out flat, stacked one by one into a thick stack, and then tied with a few thin ropes. In that way, it is easy to remind people of stacks of various certificates...

"Even if Qi Baishi's works are not that valuable, you don't need to treat them like this. No matter what, you are a master."

Mr. Zheng was obviously a little dissatisfied. He had several masterpieces of Qi Baishi in his house, and he often played with them in his spare time. Although other "authors" in this room, such as Li Bai, Su Shi, Van Gogh, Picasso, Gauguin, etc., seemed to be more famous than Qi Baishi. The works were also more valuable, but no matter how much Qi Baishi was said to be a master of modern painting, in a thousand years, no one would be worse than anyone else. But the works of such a master were tied up like those certificates... If anyone would be upset with Qi Baishi.

"Qi Baishi has an English signature?" Gu Changjun couldn't see what these works had to do with Qi Baishi. He was a little surprised why there was English on the corners of this association... By the way, the masters of the Republic of China were knowledgeable and talented. They were masters of painting, and they could even use English at will. They were written quite well. This was much better than him.

"This, this is not English." Mr. Zheng's attention was attracted by him. The old man looked carefully, breathed a sigh of relief, and put the thing back in the box, "Young man, this is Spanish. It's Picasso's autograph!"

"Ah?" Gu Changjun was stunned, "Picasso signed Qi Baishi's painting?"

“这是毕加索临摹的齐白石的作品.难怪我看着总觉得怪怪的……”郑总摇了摇头,接着又叹了口气:“早先跟人聊收藏的时候,就听说上世纪五六十年代,张大千到欧洲的时候曾三次拜访过毕加索,结果都没有被接见.可张大千这人不达目的不罢休,终于还是见到了他.两人聊起艺术,结果毕加索拿出了一大捆作品对张大千说:‘我不敢去你们的中国,因为中国有个齐白石.’而他拿出来的那些作品,全都不是他自己的画,都是他临摹齐白石的作品……”

"Really?" Gu Changjun felt a little bit muffled, "Is Picasso much more powerful than Qi Baishi?"

"It's a great reputation, not a level." Mr. Zheng glared at him, "Otherwise, with Picasso's position in the European art world like Taishan Beidou, why would he praise Qi Baishi like this when he was not present? Wouldn't he just exaggerate Daqian in person? Anyway, he is a senior, and Zhang Daqian is also a world-famous Chinese artist. People come to your house to visit you, and ask for a meeting three times. Picasso put a big hat on Zhang Daqian and brag a little more. This is called "politeness" and "supporting" without making any mistakes. But Qi Baishi is the third party and has nothing to do with Picasso. Why should Picasso "supporting" for him in this sincerity? Therefore, what Picasso said about Qi Baishi's praise is what he said in his heart, like a clean towel, without much water."

"Really?" Gu Changjun was still a little unbelievable: "Their popularity is too far apart."

"What am I lie to you? And who said Qi Baishi's reputation is worse than Picasso?" Mr. Zheng was obviously annoyed by Gu Changjun's words: "I remember it should be in 1956 that the World Peace Council announced that it would award Qi Baishi the 1955 International Peace Prize. From then on, Qi Baishi became an art master in international popularity, representing the East and the West. In the 1960s, he was even named one of the top ten cultural celebrities in the world! This is called poor popularity?...You young people, you only know foreign countries all day long. Look at Mr. Qin, Picasso's own paintings are placed outside, but he has copied Qi Baishi's works in it. What is this? This is pride, pride!"

"Yes, yes, he is proud. But Qi Baishi also suffered a huge loss." Gu Changjun sighed, "Picasso's painting can be as high as tens of millions of dollars, and there are more than one or two hundred million. How much does it cost to have a painting? It's a huge loss."

"The value of artwork is not different from the price." Qin Yiwei came out of nowhere. He first contemptled Gu Changjun, and then took out a flat black wooden box from behind like magic, and smiled mysteriously at Gu Changjun: "Good thing, what I found in the box over there, what my grandfather Zeng left for you, do you want to see?"
Chapter completed!