Chapter 428 Cuiguo, smash his mouth!
The classmate next to Zhu Wenjie patted Zhu Wenjie on the shoulder again, "Isn't it just an ancient painting with a seal? We think it's from the Qing Dynasty! Whoever is more nervous knows the answer. You can use professional appraisal to argue with her!"
"That's right, Wenjie. Your parents are archaeologists, and her parents are just researchers working for others. What can they know about ancient paintings? Go and smash her mouth with your professional knowledge!"
Zhu Wenjie: “…”
But Zhu Wenjie himself is not very professional. What 17 or 18-year-old can be patient enough to watch his parents do archaeology every day?
On the other hand, Fu Zhi did not look up the ancient painting on Baidu in advance and was not sure, but this set of rhetoric was indeed more powerful than his.
Even if he was encouraged by his classmates and wanted to argue, in the face of absolute strength, all his words became like a joke.
As Hangyuan and his group of students finished their words, a worker not far away squeezed in from the crowd and took down the ancient painting wearing gloves.
Hang Yuan's students were stunned for a moment. When they saw the ancient painting being rolled up and put into the wooden box, they all got furious: "What are you doing? Why are you taking the ancient painting away? Are you trying to protect Fu Zhi?"
Staff: “???”
The staff was stunned. "What do you mean by shielding Fu Zhi? Who is Fu Zhi?"
"The one next to you!" Hangyuan's student was filled with righteous indignation. "She insisted that this ancient painting was a fake of Huang Gongwang from the Yuan Dynasty. Our classmates are debating with her!"
Zhu Wenjie, who was forced to debate: "..."
"Fake?" The staff member adjusted his white gloves and glanced in Fu Zhi's direction.
He had just received the news and came to the museum to sort out the ancient paintings. When he heard what Hangyuan and his group of students said, he denied it without hesitation, "The A City Museum is already a relatively mature and stable museum. There are many professional archaeologists to identify cultural relics. It is a museum that the country attaches great importance to. There will be no fakes displayed in it for tourists to see."
"Listen to what I said! If someone doesn't understand, don't pretend to understand!"
"Don't dwell on the fact that we lost at the Hangyuan exchange meeting on Friday. We need to move forward! We only competed a few times on Friday!"
"The staff said that there are no fakes in the museum, but she still said that the ancient paintings were fakes from the Yuan Dynasty. Is she taking us for fools?"
“…”
Hangyuan kept talking one sentence after another, and the students from No. 1 Middle School also looked extremely unhappy.
"Sister Zhi is not a professional. Besides, even if this is not a fake, the staff did not say it is an ancient painting from the Qing Dynasty! What are you so proud of?"
Seeing that both sides were about to fight, Director Liu tried to stop them several times but failed. The staff finally shouted, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Don't you understand that no noise is allowed in the museum? What's wrong with the quality of modern high school students? If you want to fight, go out and fight!"
After successfully stopping both sides, the staff member looked at Hang Yuan's students and said slowly: "Also, you can argue as much as you want, but when did I say that this painting is not a fake? What I mean is that precisely because museums will not store fakes, I have to take this ancient painting from the Yuan Dynasty that imitated Huang Gongwang away. The curator is discussing with archaeologists that the ancient painting has little collection value and is preparing to re-arrange its location..."
Hang Yuan: “???”
We are all adults now, can you be more sincere and less clichéd in your words?
The staff member couldn't help but mutter as he walked away, "We've come to that point, and you're still nagging me. Do you really want me to say it's a fake and admit that the museum has fakes? What kind of person is this!"
Hang Yuan: “…”
The students from Hangyuan were speechless.
What else to say!
For a moment, the only sounds in the museum were the mumblings of the staff, and even the breathing became lighter.
The next moment, all the students of No. 1 Middle School were delighted.
"Ahhh, does my sister Zhi know how to appraise ancient paintings?!"
"If anyone ever says that my sister Zhi has no artistic talent again, I will let Cuiguo smash her mouth!"
"Then again, isn't Fu Zhi's liberal arts performance pretty bad? Can she understand history?"
"But her handwriting is beautiful! Last time, our Chinese teacher even took out her handwriting as a positive teaching material and circulated it in class! Calligraphy and painting are inseparable. Zhu Wenjie chose an ancient painting. Sister Zhi doesn't understand history and literature, but she knows calligraphy and painting so well, she can definitely analyze the dynasty from an artistic perspective!"
The students from No. 1 Middle School were chattering all the way, and even those who were still blocking the way outside the museum and had not yet entered began to spread the news that Fu Zhi and Hang Yuan had won the debate, and they acted as if they had witnessed the whole process with their own eyes.
Meanwhile, Fu Zhi pointed in the direction of Fan Gaoda, then looked at Zhu Wenjie and said, "Apologize."
Zhu Wenjie pursed his lips.
He admitted that he had finally landed a stable job this time.
Not only Fu Zhi, in fact even Fan Gaoda's initial explanation was not much different from Fu Zhi's.
However, Fan Gaoda is not as professional as Fu Zhi, and cannot clearly and affirmatively describe the painting style of ancient paintings. After all, it is a conclusion that even professional archaeologists need to conduct investigations to reach, so Fan Gaoda does not dare to jump to conclusions.
But this amount of knowledge is much higher than Zhu Wenjie's.
Don’t teachers in small places have real skills and knowledge?
No.
Anyone who thinks this way from the beginning to the end is the one who truly has no real talent or knowledge.
Zhu Wenjie's prejudice against this kind of elementary school faded a little. He pursed his lips and bowed 90 degrees, "I'm sorry."
Then he looked in the direction of Fu Zhi again.
I have to admit that Fu Zhi is really strong. He is good at playing and studying.
But Fu Zhi didn't understand what Zhu Wenjie meant, and said, "Most of the works of the four great masters of the Yuan Dynasty are displayed in museums in Beijing. Your students like to visit museums so much, and your teachers are so well educated, why can't they teach you to distinguish between Yuan Dynasty paintings and Qing Dynasty paintings?"
“…”
Zhu Wenjie was speechless when asked.
What do you mean by liking to visit museums? Hangyuan asked No. 1 Middle School to visit the museum just to show off and embarrass himself. Who would like to look at cultural relics when they have nothing better to do?
As for the teachers... I just praised them casually. They just graduated from famous universities. Compared with the teachers in No. 1 Middle School, they are superior. However, the teaching quality of some of them is not up to the standards.
But none of this matters anymore. What matters is that in the end, my face was swollen!
The students of Hangyuan University were all blushing when asked these questions.
Nian Feiyuan glanced in Fu Zhi's direction and frowned secretly.
This situation is not good for Hang Yuan. To put it bluntly, as long as Fu Zhichu is here, Hang Yuan and his people have no way of winning.
He watched as the twenty or so students he brought with him were slapped in the face one by one. If he allowed this situation to continue, he would not be able to explain to Ouyang Ya.
So Nian Feiyuan sent a WeChat message to Ouyang Ya to explain what happened at the exchange meeting.
(End of this chapter)
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