Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty Eight

Zhao Guozhong bought several villas in Beijing at one go. Except for two for his own use, the others were lent to the presidents of major banks in Coal City and Duan Tiansheng to live in. Those "borrowed" houses were later transferred to the relatives of the "borrowers" at the request of the "borrowers". Only Duan Tiansheng's house was still in his own name. In the evening, Zhao Guozhong drove Secretary Duan back to the villa, and the two chatted while drinking tea. "Do you know why I took you there today?" Duan Tiansheng naturally resumed his condescending tone in front of Zhao Guozhong.

"Of course I know." Zhao Guozhong took the initiative to brew the tea and put it in front of the secretary, "Be a good driver and a good accountant." "What else?" Duan Tiansheng took off his coat and changed into casual clothes, feeling much more relaxed immediately. "No more." Zhao Guozhong was like a waiter in a hotel in front of the secretary, and hurriedly hung the clothes he took off in the closet.Next, he wiped the dust off the treadmill and plugged in the switch. "Your eyes tell me that you have hidden a lot of secrets." Duan Tiansheng stood on the treadmill and started to exercise vigorously.

"I have no secret." Zhao Guozhong then picked up the mop at home and mopped the floor, "Anyway, Secretary Han was introduced by Tan Xiaoming, and Tan Xiaoming is not an ordinary woman." "If you have concerns, let me tell you first: I have indeed slept with that woman. But the women I have slept with are not necessarily reliable. Just like you in Macau, you have slept with many foreign girls. Do you think they are reliable? During the exercise, Duan Tiansheng revealed his secret, "Are you still worried? Tell me everything you doubt." "You can't doubt the chief's secretary casually." On the way back, Zhao Guozhong felt that Duan Tiansheng must ask some questions, but how to answer them can neither hurt him nor express his thoughts. He thought about it a long time.He understood: Duan Tiansheng, secretary of the municipal party committee, was too difficult to deal with, he wanted to save face and wanted to know things he didn't know.

So Zhao Guozhong said: "I recently heard a story from a fellow villager: a Northeast drama actor couldn't get along in the Northeast, so he went to Beijing, bought a general uniform, rented a courtyard house, and hired a few fake The soldier stood guard at the gate. After he packed himself in place, he recruited a few real veteran generals to fool around, and finally organized dozens of veteran generals who were at home all day long and panicked to set up the "Veteran Generals Association". The head of the business, soliciting sponsorship from enterprises, said today that the "General Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition" will be held, and tomorrow that the "General Hope Primary School" will be established. Many companies have paid for it. Photos of the generals' activities. However, apart from the fact that the organizers are fake, everything else is true..."

"Let me tell you another story." Zhao Guozhong finished mopping the floor and sat on the sofa to rest, "There was a man who used to be the chef of a head in Zhongnanhai, and he went back to his hometown during the Spring Festival. The secretary of the county party committee knew that he worked in Zhongnanhai, but he didn't know He was doing a specific job, so he took the initiative to invite him to dinner. The chef boasted that he was the secretary of the chief, and he made a mess of the big and small things of the chief, especially his personal privacy. The secretary of the county party committee was fascinated, and finally completely obsessed. Before leaving At that time, the secretary of the county party committee offered to help him escape the government. The chef agreed, took several million and ran back to Zhongnanhai, and never came out again. The secretary has nothing to do with anger."

"The more I listened, the more I felt that I was the secretary of the county party committee who was deceived!" Even Duan Tiansheng laughed, "Xiao Zhao, you didn't make up a fucking story to spoil me, right?" "It's completely true, it's completely true, the secretary must not take it for granted." Zhao Guozhong didn't want to tell this story at first, because he was afraid of causing misunderstanding, but he still misunderstood. "As for Mr. Huang's calligraphy, you have to make up another story for me!" Duan Tiansheng was afraid that he would stop talking, because the story told by Xiao Zhao was too close to him, as close as the characters in the story. The protagonist is standing in front of him.

"Don't make it up, I'll show you something later." Zhao Guozhong helped Secretary Duan off the treadmill. "What?" Secretary Duan was sweating profusely as he ran. "Huang Lao's calligraphy works." Zhao Guozhong handed the towel to Duan Tiansheng. "How come you have such a precious thing?" Secretary Duan was a little jealous. "Last year, several Shanxi fellows paid New Year greetings to Mr. Huang, and each of them wrote a picture." Zhao Guozhong replied. "At that time, how much did you pay Mr. Huang for the finishing touch?" Duan Tiansheng asked.

"I prepared 300,000 yuan for the old man, but he didn't want any of it. He decided not to." Zhao Guozhong was very sad when he thought of the old man. "Why not?" Duan Tiansheng didn't understand at all. "The old man said that the most precious thing in the world is power. I can give up such a great power, and a few pennies are nothing!" Zhao Guozhong suddenly remembered, "The old man seems to have said: because of his fame, there are people outside To imitate his works to make fakes, for this reason, he also sealed the pen for a while." "It turns out that's the case. Let me open my eyes for a while." Duan Tiansheng's admiration spontaneously arose, "Why did Secretary Han say that there was a Hong Kong man who offered 30 million and he didn't want to sell it? What do you mean? Tell me your opinion .”

"Will there be such a situation? Of course, the premise is all hypothetical: If you continue to pursue him for business, he proposed that money is tight now. Can you do me a favor and change one of Huang Lao's works?" Now, help me, what should you do? How much should the price be? Will it be less than 30 million?" Zhao Guozhong said while watching his reaction. "Hey, I'm so stupid!" Duan Tiansheng regretted endlessly, "Why did I go along with him without thinking?" The next day, Tan Xiaoming came to see Duan Tiansheng, originally planning to invite him to visit an exhibition at the Poly Museum, but Zhao Guozhong proposed to go to Tiananmen Square first to visit a fellow villager.

Moreover, Mr. Zhao's tone was very firm and non-negotiable, so the two had no choice but to obey him. Mr. Zhao's "villager" is actually a recently retired cadre, whose surname is Ma. Everyone calls him "Old Ma", which is more honest and honest.Lao Ma used to work in the State Council and currently lives in a courtyard near Tiananmen. "Old Ma, hello, the secretary Duan, the parent official I told you, is here to see you." Zhao Guozhong mentioned the souvenirs at the front, and Duan Tiansheng and Tan Xiaoming followed behind. "Come in and sit in the house, come in and sit in the house, welcome, welcome." The dry old man who was watering the flowers in the yard put down his work and invited the guests into the living room.

"Your living room is really interesting, like an exhibition hall." Duan Tiansheng and others went in and took a look. The walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, and the table was covered with pens, ink, paper and inkstones. "When I was young, I liked to write and draw. After retirement, I have nothing to do, so I have the right to enjoy my body and mind." Lao Ma served the tea, "Mr. Wannianqing Painting and Calligraphy Academy has brought together a group of retired old men like us, and we often discuss and learn from each other." Duan Tiansheng and Zhao Guozhong studied calligraphy and painting very well, and began to appreciate Lao Ma's collection seriously.When Lao Ma saw that the guests were interested in his baby, he took the initiative to become a guide.Although Tan Xiaoming didn't understand, he pretended to be studying hard, and followed behind to listen to the old horse's spittle splashing about his collection. "Isn't this "Huangshan Sea of ​​Clouds" by Mr. Dong Shouping? It's really magnificent!" Duan Tiansheng exclaimed. "Of course." Ma said triumphantly, "Master Dong is a master of calligraphers and painters in modern history. If modern calligraphers and painters are compared to a mountain, Mr. Dong is the top figure on the mountain, just like Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian. It is everyone who is immortal through the ages!" "Old Ma, if I remember correctly, Mr. Dong is from Shanxi." Zhao Guozhong suddenly remembered. "Yes." Lao Ma took out another Dong Lao's work "Flying Rainbow Pagoda at Guangsheng Temple": "We, Hongdong people in Shanxi, are the Hongdong County where Peking Opera is sung. Dong Lao has many works, showing The scenery of the Three Jin Dynasties." "Why, you still have Huang Lao's works?" Zhao Guozhong pointed to a painting on the wall and said, "Do you know Huang Lao?" While Zhao Guozhong was surprised, Duan Tiansheng and Tan Xiaoming were even more surprised, especially Tan Xiaoming, who was a little embarrassed. "It's more than acquaintance." Lao Ma opened his mouth, boasting about his friendship with Huang Lao, "During the Cultural Revolution, I worked under Huang Lao. Because of our literary friends, we are together almost every day. Let’s put it this way, I framed all Huang Lao’s works for him. Before he died, he specially entrusted me to donate Mao Zedong’s poems written by him to his hometown Shanxi.” "So, you have a lot of Huang Lao's works in your collection?" Zhao Guozhong asked with "bad intentions". "Of course, no less than a hundred pieces. From his middle age to before his death, there are masterpieces of various periods." After finishing speaking, Lao Ma brought out a large stack of works from his study, all of which were Huang Lao's, " Secretary Duan is the parent official in my hometown, thanks to you who think highly of me, choose one of them and make it a souvenir." When Lao Ma said this, Duan Tiansheng was overjoyed, Zhao Guozhong was secretly proud, and the most interesting thing was the female star Tan Xiaoming, who was bored at first, embarrassed in the middle, and resentful now, but embarrassed to show it. Duan Tiansheng is the kind of guy who refuses on the surface, but unconsciously stretches out his hand to grab something: "Huang Lao's works are invaluable. Yesterday, the secretary of the chief minister, Xiao Han, said that he has two collections, one in Hong Kong. People bid 30 million and didn’t sell it.” Lao Ma sincerely chose the best one for him: "No, Huang Lao's works are really good, so it shouldn't be worth 30 million yuan. The person who knows Huang Lao's works best should be me. Ten million yuan is a sky-high price. Besides, Mr. Huang was particularly opposed to malicious hype during his lifetime, and he once sternly denounced those who counterfeit his works in the society..." Zhao Guozhong took a peek at the beauty, her face was flushed up to her cheeks.But Duan Tiansheng received a huge surprise for no reason, and his excitement was hard to restrain. Back on the sofa, Lao Ma suddenly remembered something: "Is the Secretary Han you mentioned just now medium-sized, square-faced, smoking and making phone calls non-stop, and claiming to have served as a soldier in Luliang Mountain, Shanxi?" When Lao Ma asked such a question, all three of them were surprised, especially Tan Xiaoming. "Yes, you know him?" Zhao Guozhong asked in surprise. "Of course. Not only do I know him, but Mr. Huang also knows him. I just said that the counterfeiter that Mr. Huang denounced before his death was the one surnamed Han." Ma accidentally revealed a big secret. "However, we were not fooled by him!" Duan Tiansheng was very grateful. Zhao Guozhong finally confirmed his judgment. Tan Xiaoming suddenly became anxious: "Master, I just heard Mr. Zhao say that you used to work in the State Council, right?" "Yeah, do you have any questions?" Although he didn't know the woman in front of him, she was a friend brought by the secretary after all. Lao Ma didn't neglect, "What do you want to know?" Tan Xiaoming glanced at Lao Duan, gritted his teeth cruelly, obviously disregarding face: "You said just now that you know Secretary Han, right?" "What kind of secretary is he!" Lao Ma said angrily, "It's a liar. He once worked as a temporary barber in Zhongnanhai for a few days. A secretary, who specializes in deceiving those who don't know. Would the leader choose such a guy as a secretary?" Before the old horse finished speaking, Tan Xiaoming cried and ran out. The old horse was very puzzled: "I'm not wrong, why are you crying?" "Thank you fellow, let's meet again next time, let's take a step first." After speaking, Duan Tiansheng rolled up his calligraphy and painting, and chased him out, followed closely by Zhao Guozhong. Tan Xiaoming, who was sitting in the car, kept sobbing. Zhao Guozhong started the car and left the courtyard. Watching the figure of the old horse gradually disappear, Duan Tiansheng said with pity: "Although the surname Han is a liar, we didn't blame you, and we didn't fall for it. Why are you crying?" The woman snotted her nose and burst into tears: "You were not fooled, but I was fooled by him!" Zhao Guozhong understood: "Is it because he tempted you to give you a commission as long as you make a sale worth 30 million yuan?" "That's not all." Tan Xiaoming burst into tears, "Secretary Duan, quickly send the police to arrest him. That guy not only lied to me, but also lied to me about a house. You also know about a house in Beijing. Why is it worth two to three million yuan!" Duan Tiansheng was shocked when he heard this. Zhao Guozhong was so shocked that he almost drove the car to the separation belt.