Zhang Kun, who was originally smiling, suddenly froze when he heard Wen Zhiming's words. After a while, he smiled a little embarrassedly: "Professor Wen, I don't understand what you said."

Wen Zhiming was silent for a while on the other end of the phone. After suppressing the anger in his heart, he said coldly: "You sent that blue and white bamboo, stone, banana pattern jade pot spring bottle."

Zhang Kun's heart was thrilled, his eyes were full of shock and doubt, but Zhang Kun still smiled and said, "Blue, white, bamboo, stone, banana pattern jade pot spring bottle? I don't know. It sounds like an antique, what's wrong? Someone used my name to make you scream?"

Wen Zhiming snorted angrily on the other end of the phone, obviously dissatisfied with Zhang Kun's answer. After a while, Wen Zhiming said coldly: "Zhang Kun, I know something."

"I won't talk about that Xinglin Chunyan Bowl, but this jade pot spring bottle was sold in front of me by Yao Zhiping, who I saw with my own eyes, at Sotheby's Auction for 8 million."

Zhang Kun's heart thumped and was about to explain, but Wen Zhiming continued regardless of it: "This jade pot spring bottle is a rare fine product among blue and white porcelain. This level of blue and white porcelain is among the few in the entire Chinese antique collection industry, and as far as I know, the blue and white bamboo, stone banana pattern is the only one."

"Even Yao Zhiping is so exquisite that even in his collection room, he is enough to rank in the top twenty."

"With Yao Zhiping's Pixiu character who cannot enter and exit, this level of fine products will never come up with them as long as they enter his collection room."

"I just called and Hou Baoguo said that you arrived in Yanjing yesterday, right? Whether it is the Xinglin Spring Swallow Bowl or the Jade Pot Spring Bottle today, you received donations when you were in Yanjing."

"Donations worth tens of millions of antiques are rare in several years. In less than half a year, two of them appeared, and they all appeared during your time in Beijing, especially the Yuhu Chun Bottle, which was the second day you came to Beijing."

"Do I have to say more about these coincidences?"

Zhang Kun looked up at Yao Zhiping, who was sitting in the air at Xu, and saw Yao Zhiping nodding slightly.

Zhang Kun fell silent for a moment.

Wen Zhiming, on the other end of the phone, paused and continued, "Zhang Kun, you know more about the relationship between me and your teacher. You said we were friends, so you put a gift on my face, and you could only say that you were right."

"I have been against Yao Zhiping for most of my life. I don't know all about the things in his collection room, but at least I know most of them."

"This time it's a spring bottle of blue and white bamboo, stone, banana pattern. Then next time, will you wash the sky green glaze sunflower in Ru kiln in Northern Song Dynasty and the longevity and the longevity and the great hoist bottle?"

Listening to several names that Wen Zhiming had burst out one after another, Zhang Kun finally gave up his luck and smiled bitterly: "Okay, Professor Wen, but this donation is not illegal."

Hearing that Zhang Kun finally admitted it, Wen Zhiming paused and then said coldly: "Yes, donation is indeed not illegal, but you can't send things to yourself in this method of donation?"

"Express delivery, do you know how many express delivery violence are now. Whether it is the Xinglin Spring Swallow Bowl or the Jade Pot Spring Bottle, these are all treasures left by our ancestors. They are delicate and fragile things, and have been spent for hundreds or thousands of years. If something happens, you and I will be sinners in history."

Wen Zhiming shouted loudly, but after hearing Zhang Kun, he felt relieved.

The crime mentioned together is this sin.

Zhang Kun smiled helplessly and speechlessly.

He is not a person in the archaeological world. To be honest, Zhang Kun really lacks understanding and love for antiques.

Especially the so-called historical value is just an ancient porcelain, what is the value? Zhang Kun doesn’t understand.

However, Zhang Kun would definitely not say these words, especially now that Wen Zhiming seems to be still angry.

After venting the anger in his heart with a loud shout, Wen Zhiming slowly calmed down, adjusted his mood, tried to slow down his tone a little, and then spoke.

"Zhang Kun, I can probably guess some reasons for doing this. You don't want to be too high-profile and don't like to show off this limelight. I understand. Just like your teacher Yao Zhiping, you are devoted to studying archaeology. In addition to being famous in the circle, there are very few people outside the circle who know the three words Yao Zhiping."

"Even people in the circle know the most, but few people know the name of Master Yao Zhiping's appraisal. Yao Zhiping himself is also a collector. Whether it is the quality or quantity of the collection, it is the best private one."

"If all his collections were taken out, they would be enough to open a large museum."

"But who knows it? Or, how many people know it? I can say that the number of people in the entire circle is no more than five fingers."

"Yao Zhiping is such a person. You, the apprentice, have learned a thorough understanding of your studies."

"But if you don't want to show off, you can discuss it with me. You can send the things here in person and donate anonymously. Or if you don't want to come to the museum, we can discuss a place and I can pick it up in person."

"These antiques are no more than others, and they really can't bear the damage any more."

After hearing Wen Zhiming say this, Zhang Kun sighed and said, "Professor Wen, since he has already said it, I will tell you clearly. The reason you said is only one of them. Another point is that some of the things in Teacher Yao's collection are shameless."

"Hmm?" Wen Zhiming was stunned, but he quickly realized: "Are you talking about Mingqi?"

Zhang Kun nodded with a huh.

Then, Wen Zhiming sneered slightly: "What's wrong with Mingqi? In the real collector, who can have few Mingqi? It's me, vice president of the Chinese Archaeology Association and director of the Yanjing Museum, also have a few Mingqi in his home."

"Besides, you have to donate it, who cares about how it comes from? You have to be really worried. I will protect you. If something goes wrong, I will solve it."

Listening to Wen Zhiming's loud and loud guarantee on the other end of the phone, Zhang Kun thought for a while and finally nodded: "Professor Wen, you have said this. That's what you said. I will personally deliver the donations to you in the future."

"That's right." Wen Zhiming seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then said earnestly: "Zhang Kun, this donation is a good thing. We will contribute the collection that is originally private so that the people can access more history. On behalf of the country and the people, I thank you."

Zhang Kun was silent for a while, then whispered: "This is Teacher Yao's last wish."

Wen Zhiming on the other end of the phone was completely silent. After a while, a faint "Yeah", and the phone hung up.

In the museum office, Wen Zhiming sat quietly with his cell phone, silent.

Yao Zhiping, whose courtesy name is Jingsi, and his pseudonym is Anyuan Jushi, is a famous modern Chinese writer, archaeologist, and master of antique identification.
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