Chapter 425 Appraisal of Yuan Dynasty Ancient Paintings 1
On the projector, the PPT had just been opened and there was only a simple and sloppy page with no content presented yet.
"After I invested in Hangyuan High School, President Fu instructed the Fu Group to send Hangyuan a treasure that is the most precious thing in the school."
At this point, Ouyang Ya paused, "Although he did not go to Hangyuan in person, he wrote words on the jade, implying that he urged the students of Hangyuan to study hard."
"Mr. Fu?"
"Oh my god, I know, the national husband, my husband!"
"He was so popular a while ago! He was on the trending search on Weibo for many days, and I even supported him and Fu Zhi as a couple."
"He's such a good man! He brought back the cultural relics as soon as he was told to. Old Ford's family couldn't do anything about it!"
The students of No. 1 Middle School were a little agitated, and the scene was even more grand than when Bai Yu presented the books.
I didn't expect that Hangyuan would have the school treasure given by President Fu...
Could it be that in the future, Fu Group will select some outstanding graduates from Hangyuan to work in Fu Group?
But it is normal. After all, Hangyuan is an aristocratic school with good teaching staff.
When students go to Fu’s, it is also a strong combination.
It turns out that rich people only play with rich people.
The students of No. 1 Middle School shed tears of envy and jealousy.
On the other side, after Fu Zhi took her seat, Ouyang Ya seemed to glance in her direction from a distance, then smiled and asked the students in the audience, "Do you want to see what President Fu wrote in person?"
"think!"
This time, the students from No. 1 Middle School gave Ouyang Ya a lot of face.
In fact, even the teacher on the stage was a little curious.
The Fu family has produced many talented people in recent generations. Not to mention Fu Chao, even Fu Jiang, a random piece of calligraphy or painting by him can be auctioned for tens of millions of yuan. Its gilded flying white calligraphy is truly unique!
I just don't know if Mr. Fu has learned this character.
Just as I was thinking about it, Wu Zhiheng played the PPT on the big screen, and several pictures appeared one after another.
On the huge jade stone, four bright red characters "Heaven rewards hard work" were carved with a special machine.
"If there are students from scholarly families here, they should be able to tell that Mr. Fu's calligraphy is actually plum blossom seal script. In the industry, it has a very high artistic value and can be auctioned for a sky-high price, but Mr. Fu gave it to us."
Fu Zhi put the phone on her knees. Ye Jiu turned to look at her and asked, "Did you give this thing to Hang Yuan?"
“I guess.”
Fu Zhi couldn't remember it clearly, but it was probably because they were in a group before, and she remembered there was a person named Wu. In addition, the Fu family also needed some small social events, such as giving small gifts to backward schools in Beijing. That's why they chose Hang Yuan, and Ouyang Ya showed him off.
And maybe Ouyang Ya’s words were very ambiguous, and someone at the scene actually paired Ouyang Ya and President Fu up as an underground couple.
Fu Zhi: “…”
It is not necessary.
Ouyang Ya's purpose was to take Hangyuan and the students of No. 1 Middle School to the museum. As for her deeper purpose, Director Liu felt that it might be related to the gift she said she wanted to give to No. 1 Middle School.
But Director Liu couldn't guess what the gift was.
Anyway, it can’t be the treasure that President Fu gave to Hangyuan.
Director Liu could feel that Ouyang Ya was still quite stingy.
Her stinginess is different from Fu Zhi's. Fu Zhi is stingy both openly and secretly, while Ouyang Ya is stingy secretly and wants to save face in public.
Ouyang Ya, who didn't know that Director Liu had labeled her as stingy, looked at her watch and thought it was almost time, so she reminded Director Liu, "It's time to organize the students to go to the museum."
There are at least a thousand students in the senior year of high school. If they all go to the museum, they need to be divided into batches.
Moreover, since the distance is quite long, it is necessary to book a bus to pick up and drop off students, and the road is very unsafe.
Finally, after discussion among the teachers, it was decided that ten students from each class would be sent to visit the museum, and the rest would stay in school to study independently.
Therefore, including the students from Hangyuan, there are 230 students from both schools.
Fu Zhi was forced into the car.
After getting off the bus, since Hangyuan had informed the museum in advance, there were only students from the two schools in the museum.
Ouyang Ya took Wu Zhiheng to an antique street not far from the museum.
The remaining students were divided into two groups and went to the museum.
Fan Gaoda was walking in the front. Perhaps because of the help of his subject teacher, Class 21 was assigned to the first group to enter the museum.
The students of No. 1 Middle School were not very interested in the museum’s cultural relics, so Fan Gaoda mainly gave explanations to Hangyuan’s students.
After Fu Zhi and Ye Jiu finished viewing the ancient paintings in the museum and were about to go to the next resting place to sit down and play games, they happened to see a boy from Hangyuan walk up to Fan Gaoda and ask a question.
Fu Zhi still remembers this boy, the one who often walked with Wu Zhiheng and Wu Zhiyou, but she doesn't know his name.
However, the boy has already introduced himself, "Hello, teacher. I am Zhu Mingjie, a student in Class 1, Grade 3 of Hangyuan Senior High School. I am a student of liberal arts and I like history very much."
As he spoke, Fan Gaoda, as a teacher, listened attentively with unprecedented patience.
Until Zhu Mingjie pointed to the ancient painting behind Fan Gaoda and asked humbly, "Teacher, can you tell us what dynasty this ancient painting is from? I like the words on it, but I don't know its specific information."
At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with his words, and he is genuinely seeking advice.
But when the students around him looked in the direction of his finger, they suddenly felt unsure whether they should maliciously speculate on his intentions.
The museum in City A has only been in operation for eleven or twelve years. Many of the cultural relics in it were purchased from auctions and donated by wealthy people, but most of them were unearthed locally.
The first two also clearly indicate the origin and history of the cultural relics, but the latter requires archaeologists to conduct personal inspections to identify the dynasty of the cultural relics.
Because a large number of cultural relics have been unearthed in City A in the past two years, archaeologists are under great work pressure. Many cultural relics whose dynasties are difficult to identify will be placed in museums in advance, waiting for experts from the capital to come down for inspection.
The cultural relics that Zhu Wenjie referred to belong to this category.
A cultural relic that the museum has not yet given a relevant explanation for and the experts have not yet completed their identification.
Although Fan Gaoda was the guide, Zhu Wenjie's question was really challenging.
"Is it a bit difficult?" Seeing Fan Gaoda pursing his lips, Zhu Wenjie shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, teacher. Maybe I'm asking too much. I just think that if a teacher can't even recognize the cultural relics of his own country and can't explain them clearly to his students, then isn't he misleading his students as a teacher?"
Fan Gaoda frowned.
He can serve as a guide, which shows that he has some real skills and knowledge.
He doesn't know much about archaeology, but he has some knowledge of calligraphy and painting.
Fan Gaoda narrowed his eyes and walked a few steps towards the ancient painting. After a while, he said, "It is really hard to judge this ancient painting. I personally think it is a painting from the Yuan Dynasty. It is a bit like the paintings of the calligraphy master Huang Gongwang, but the writing style seems to be a little immature and stiff. My talent is limited and I am not as good as the predecessors. I am not sure whether it is a painting by a Yuan Dynasty master. I need to wait for the statement from the professionals at the museum."
“Ah, I see~~~~”
Zhu Wenjie nodded meaningfully, and when he spoke, his tone was the kind of deliberately drawn-out tone. He seemed puzzled, scratched his head, turned around and asked the students behind him, "Teacher Fan Gaoda said he doesn't know how to identify ancient paintings, but I remember that our history teacher knows a lot about this?"
"Our history teacher is a postdoctoral fellow in archaeology who retired from a good school!"
"Isn't it just a painting? What's so strange about it? If our history teacher were here, he would definitely see through it at a glance and explain to us the reasons behind it."
"Why did Hangyuan insist on asking us to come out and exchange ideas? What a lousy place this is. These teachers can't help us improve academically. Don't they even recognize an ancient painting?"
"Don't take on a job if you don't have the skills. I know what this painting is, but he, a teacher, doesn't know it!"
Hangyuan’s students didn’t seem to buy Fan Gaoda’s account, and their eyes were full of mockery towards him.
Maybe, probably, not sure...
As for Fan Gunda, he has never been sure what this painting is!
So, when an aristocratic institution and a primary school come to communicate, the students from the primary school will definitely learn knowledge, but the students from the aristocratic school will only waste time.
Song Fang was speechless when he heard this. "If you know each other, just tell me! If you know each other, why are you still asking here? Is it fun to deliberately make things difficult for me? A boy is so bitchy!"
"If you know it, can't you ask the teacher? Your school teacher, as a guide, can't even explain the origin and dynasty of this cultural relic. What kind of teacher is that? You might as well just be our student!"
"What are you talking about? You are just a student bitch! Your school teachers wouldn't do that and are quite confident about it!"
"Why are we deliberately making things difficult for him? This painting clearly has a seal from the Qianlong period, and it's even Emperor Hongli's private seal, but Fan Gaoda said it was from the Yuan Dynasty. It's really hilarious, hahahaha!"
“…”
After Song Fang said one sentence, Hang Yuan's students could follow up with ten sentences.
In such a large museum, they ignored the words "No Noise" as if it were a joke.
In particular, Zhu Wenjie raised his eyebrows, which greatly embarrassed Fan Gaoda: "I am not saying this, Teacher Fan, someone like you will only be expelled from our school."
Very good, this sentence successfully aroused dissatisfaction among the students in Class 21.
The two groups of people started arguing instantly.
Fan Gaoda was trapped in the crowd and was trying to stop the fight. The security guard who was not far away saw the situation and immediately called the curator to ask him to come and handle it.
The situation was getting increasingly out of control.
Zhu Wenjie's voice stood out among the crowd. "Public school? Is a public school so great? They can't even recognize an ancient painting..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a blue water bottle suddenly fell at his feet.
With a loud "bang", the blue water bottle hit the ground suddenly, bounced and shook a few times, and finally became quiet.
Everyone was startled, and the two groups of people who were arguing looked in the direction of Aquarius.
Fu Zhi was standing a few meters away, with a bit of hostility in his eyes.
The noisy environment became completely quiet because of her.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her brows cold, "Are you still arguing?"
Hangyuan and the students of No. 1 Middle School shook their heads subconsciously.
"That's fine," she said, and then looked at Zhu Wenjie and commented on what he just said, "Our school is pretty good."
After a pause, he said, "No one is as stupid as you."
The tone was so cold that it made people feel a little scared.
Hangyuan’s students didn’t know how to argue with her for a moment. In fact, this group of people were frightened by Fu Zhi yesterday and still had some trauma in their hearts.
Fu Zhi walked towards Fan Gaoda, and when he reached the ancient painting, he stopped and looked at it carefully. After a moment, he said, "You said this is a painting from the Qing Dynasty?"
(End of this chapter)
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