For someone who strives for perfection, this is absolutely unacceptable.
However, we still need to find a way to deal with the unexpected situation at the museum.
After thinking about it, it seems that I'll have to draw it all myself.
"Grandpa, go tell Old Tang to come and pick up the painting first thing tomorrow morning."
*
After the grandfather and grandson talked in the study, Old Bai called Old Tang to the study.
"I can't give you the 'Clouds, Rain, Mountains and Rivers' painting!" Old Bai said slowly, sipping his tea.
Old Tang was taken aback, quite surprised.
Bai Yixian served in politics for decades and was a person who was concerned about the country and its people and extremely patriotic.
Based on his understanding of the old man, he knew that if anything happened that would damage the country's image, Old Bai would definitely take the lead and be extremely respectful, let alone just a painting.
Before he came, he was certain that Lao Bai would donate the painting.
"You're not kidding? Old Bai, are you still the Old Bai I know?"
Old Bai shook his head with a deliberate smile: "You simply don't understand me."
"No, how can you be so selfish, old man? You're so old, how can you still be so blinded by profit? Although Ye Bai's paintings are indeed very worthy of collection, they are just material possessions, things you can't take with you when you die. Are they more important than national honor?"
People of that era placed great importance on loyalty to the country and upholding its dignity. In Tang Lao's eyes, Bai Lao's refusal at this time could no longer be described as stingy.
"Heh, since you know you can't take it with you when you die, why do you still collect so many treasures?"
"What I call a passion is something that can't be measured in money..." Old Tang stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.
I feel like my answer is like digging a hole and filling it in.
"No, even if I'm obsessed with collecting antiques, I can immediately hand over these possessions to the country if the country needs them, unconditionally."
Old Bai chuckled coldly twice: "You talk like it's the truth. Anyone can talk a good game."
Old Tang was furious.
“If you are willing to take out the ‘Clouds, Rain, Mountains and Rivers’ painting, I will give you the Tang Dynasty jade Go set that I have collected for more than 30 years for free.”
Old Bai's eyelids twitched; the old fox had taken the bait.
"really?"
"Of course it's true!"
Old Bai smiled meaningfully: "Come pick it up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. But since you're willing to part with it, I'll give you a work that's even better than 'Clouds, Rain, Mountains and Rivers'."
Old Tang squinted as he sized up Old Bai.
"You old fox, you're not trying to fool me, are you? I want Ye Bai's original work, don't try to fob me off with someone else's piece."
Old Bai smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's guaranteed to be Ye Bai's work, and it's a work that no one has seen before."
Old Tang looked on with suspicion.
What exactly is this old fox up to?
Look at how smug he is, as if Ye Bai's paintings are free to be taken at will.
But for now, we can only trust this old guy, thinking that he probably wasn't just making things up.
"Okay, I'll be there at eight o'clock tomorrow!"
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