This sound is a bit familiar.

Wen Zhimingchu, who was reviewing documents in the office, listened to the middle-aged male voice coming from the phone and thought instinctively, and then when he heard what was coming from the phone, his eyes suddenly raised.

Blue and white porcelain from the Qianlong period, blue and white bamboo, stone, banana pattern jade pot spring bottle... enamel colored apricot forest spring swallow picture bowl.

Yes, that's the sound.

Last year, the largest donation received by the museum was the imperial enamel-colored Apricot Forest Spring Swallow Bowl made by Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, with an estimated price of 45 million yuan.

That's the sound.

Looking at the phone number, Wen Zhiming recalled it bit by bit and said that this number is indeed correct.

After confirming that the enamel-colored Apricot Lin Chunyan Picture Bowl was undoubtedly authentic, Wen Zhiming had called this phone many times and wanted to thank and communicate with the donor in person, but the phone was always turned off.

So Wen Zhiming really has a certain impression of this phone number.

Since it is the man who once donated the Apricot Forest Spring Swallow Bowl, the blue and white bamboo, stone, banana pattern jade pot spring bottle this time should not be an ordinary antique. At least, the possibility of a fake is very small.

Wen Zhiming adjusted his emotions and then made his voice softer as much as possible: "Hello, gentleman, may I ask your surname?"

"Director Wen, let's do it. It's about twenty minutes. I'll trouble you at that time."

After saying that, the phone hung up directly. Wen Zhiming looked at the beeping sounds coming from his phone, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but move.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Kun turned off his phone as soon as possible.

Zhang Kun knew that the four words were full of words and mistakes. The more he said, the more he might have any problems. Therefore, when communicating with Wen Zhiming, he could naturally say less and say less.

Anyway, as long as the stuff is delivered.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Kun concentrated on riding his bike and hanging behind the little electric donkey in front.

After calling back, Wen Zhiming confirmed that the phone opposite was turned off again, he began to call out the staff outside the office to prepare for the reception work, and at the same time found two experts on the porcelain on duty in the museum.

Then a group of seven or eight people hurried to the museum gate and waited patiently.

More than ten minutes later, a yellow electric donkey from afar, crossed the introduction of a few errands in the same city, drove slowly, and Wen Zhiming couldn't help but jump.

No way!

The little yellow electric donkey stopped in front of the museum gate, took out his cell phone and called the customer.

A few seconds later, a vibrating sound came from Wen Zhiming's cell phone in his pocket.

Wen Zhiming's eyes trembled, he looked at the courier ten meters away, took a deep breath, then waved his hand and greeted, "This is the way."

When the small courier heard Wen Zhiming's greeting, he looked back, then nodded with a smile, got out of the car, carried out the large paper box in the small box at the rear of the car, and strode over.

"Hello, is it Mr. Wen Zhiming? Your courier." The courier said with a smile on his face.

Looking at the big paper box casually held by the courier, Wen Zhiming's eyes trembled and he nodded reluctantly. After signing the courier form, he carefully took the big paper box and then placed it gently on the ground.

Carefully tear open the tape on the paper box and open one end of the paper box.

The paper box was filled with inflatable foam and countless waste paper. Wen Zhiming swept away the paper scraps bit by bit, and finally exposed the edge of the white porcelain below, with light blue patterns on the white porcelain.

Wen Zhiming took a deep breath, then covered the cardboard box, greeted everyone watching next to him, carefully picked up the cardboard box, and walked towards the museum.

In the office of the dean of the museum, the spring bottle of blue, white, bamboo, stone, banana pattern was carefully taken out of the cardboard box and placed quietly on the desk.

The clear blue and white porcelain glowed under the light. Two museum porcelain experts were wearing white gloves and magnifying glasses in their hands, and carefully observed them.

The spring bottle has a splendid mouth, a neck, a slanted shoulder, a bulging belly, and a circle foot. The bottom is a six-character, three-line blue and white seal script style "made in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty".

The inside and outside of the bottle are full of glaze, painted with blue and white decorations, with blue and white strings around the edge of the mouth, banana leaf pattern on the neck ring, shoulder ring cloud head pattern, and bamboo stone banana leaves on the bottle. There is a courtyard, in the courtyard, around the wooden railings, vertical stones form mountains, banana trees lean against, and there are two or three covered leaves on the bamboo, which are tilted with the wind, which is really beautiful.

Wen Zhiming stood aside with a silent expression, not knowing what he was thinking. After half an hour, the two porcelain identification experts finally put down the magnifying glass in their hands and then gave a conclusion.

"The shape is solid and steady, the lines are smooth and timeless, and the blue and white paintings are smooth, with clear layers, excellent quality, good preservation, and fine quality."

"Then what do you always estimate?" The staff next to him asked carefully. The two porcelain experts pondered for a while, then whispered for a few words, then nodded and said, "The estimated price is 50 million. If the auction rises, 60 million is possible."

As soon as the two experts spoke, the staff in the office took a breath.

50 million to 60 million!

Although as a staff member of the Yanjing Museum, there are quite a few of those priceless antiques in the past, and many of them are worth more than one billion in the Yanjing Museum, not to mention those immeasurable national treasures, which really cost at least tens of billions.

But those are all states and not privately owned. The meaning is completely different.

Compared with the staff's amazement, Wen Zhiming, as the director of the Yanjing Museum, remained silent from beginning to end, looking silently at the blue, white, bamboo, stone, banana pattern jade pot spring bottle on his desk with faint glowing halo.

Even when signing the database file, Wen Zhiming never said a word.

In fact, after the blue and white bamboo, stone, banana pattern jade pot spring bottle was taken out, Wen Zhiming had this expression, his face was calm and silent, and he just watched quietly.

After signing the warehouse entry procedures one by one, Wen Zhiming watched the staff carefully send the jade pot spring bottle into the museum collection room.

After locking the door himself, Wen Zhiming returned to his office, sat at his desk, and continued to review his previous documents.

At this time, on the street, after seeing Wen Zhiming signing for his express delivery with his own eyes, Zhang Kun turned around without hesitation and left. The things had been delivered, so Zhang Kun didn't have to worry about anything anymore.

I first sent my rental bicycle back, then took a walk in a nearby supermarket, bought some daily necessities and snacks, and then I called a taxi to go straight to Siheyuan and went home.

However, just as the taxi was driving home, Zhang Kun's phone suddenly rang.

Zhang Kun took out his cell phone and looked at it, his face suddenly stunned.

Wen Zhiming?

Zhang Kun blinked, why did Wen Zhiming remember to call him?

Zhang Kun was a little puzzled, but he answered the phone quickly, with a smile on his face: "Professor Wen..."

Zhang Kun smiled and was about to say something, but Wen Zhiming's deep anger suddenly came from the other side of the phone.
Chapter completed!