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Chapter 350 - 329 Museum
Chapter 350: 329 Museum
"And these?"
Pei Yunxi looked around and asked a very cute question.
Jiang Chen, whose emotions were stirred, paused for a moment before he couldn’t help but laugh, feeling that the stunningly beautiful actress had become more real.
Gold cannot be pure, and no one is perfect.
No one in the world is omniscient or omnipotent.
"Wang Xizhi’s ’Seventeen Posts’ isn’t the name of a single work, but rather a generic term for a series of calligraphic works; the seventeen pieces of cursive script he left behind are collectively known as ’Seventeen Posts.’ In other words, ’Seventeen Posts’ is not a single piece of writing, but seventeen pieces."
Jiang Chen explained patiently.
Pei Yunxi had a moment of realization and didn’t find it embarrassing. Stripped of her star aura, she was just an overly beautiful ordinary person, and when it came to knowledge reserves, she probably couldn’t compare to Jiang Chen, who studied at East University.
There’s no need to avoid that fact.
Everybody has their strengths and weaknesses.
Just like Jiang Chen couldn’t recognize kyara wood, she didn’t understand ’Seventeen Posts.’
Jiang Chen looked again at the calligraphic works hanging boldly on the wall.
"Do you still remember the dead body we encountered in the river during our last visit to Shaocity?"
Pei Yunxi uttered an "Mhm."
That time she was brought to the police station, causing quite a stir.
The grand thief seemed to be a cultural relic trafficker who had stolen the ’Seventeen Posts,’ and his visit to Shaocity was most likely for settling accounts.
But as the saying goes, evil doers will eventually destroy themselves. Not caught by the police, he instead ended up mysteriously drowned in the river. His death didn’t matter much, but the key issue was the precious cultural relics he had stolen were lost with him, and their whereabouts are still unknown to date.
Now, the calligraphic works that resemble the ’Seventeen Posts’ have appeared here.
Of course.
Although it can be confirmed that the content of the calligraphy is identical to the ’Seventeen Posts,’ Jiang Chen is no treasure appraisal expert, and since he had never actually seen the original, he couldn’t possibly determine the authenticity of these works.
Furthermore.
Taking a step back, the ’Seventeen Posts’ stolen from Gangcheng’s Central Museum of Cultural Relics are infamous contraband. Logically, if someone got hold of them, they should be hiding them with extreme caution.
Isn’t hanging them out in the open utterly insane?
From this, it can be seen.
Like the other paintings and calligraphy viewed earlier, these calligraphic works are likely to be forgeries capable of fooling the eye, which is a more reasonable explanation.
"It seems the owner of this club is a person of refined taste," said Jiang Chen, composing himself as he took a seat on a chair made of kyara wood, "when Mr. Shi arrives, we’ll have to ask him who the owner of this club is."
"Starting to learn how to expand your network, huh?"
Jiang Chen smiled wryly, looking at the actress who sat down beside him and said self-mockingly, "People like us, with no foundation or background, have no other choice but to rely on our own efforts."
He didn’t hide his ambition.
A woman like Pei Yunxi would definitely not favor those who were content with mediocrity.
"You’re not ordinary. Anyone who can make Miss Shi obey is far from ordinary," Pei Yunxi said calmly.
Jiang Chen knew she must be suspecting something about his relationship with Shi Qianxi, which was normal. After all, he would feel the same if their roles were reversed.
More explanations would be counterproductive.
"She’s just never met someone like me before and finds me intriguing, that’s all," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
Pei Yunxi did not press the issue, stopping at the right moment.
About ten minutes later, there was a commotion outside the private room, and then the door opened.
Shi Qianxi entered arm in arm with her father.
Jiang Chen and Pei Yunxi rose to their feet.
Miss Shi was fine, her smile polite and elegant, very much the lady of a respectable family, but Shi Zhenhua’s gaze noticeably shifted when he saw Pei Yunxi, even though it was for only a brief moment.
"Mr. Shi."
"Mr. Shi."
Jiang Chen and Pei Yunxi greeted him in unison.
Shi Zhenhua, a wily old fox, quickly realized he had been played yet remained impassive, just nodding with a smile.
"Sorry for being late, please take a seat."
The host and guests took their seats.
"Dad, I have good news for you."
No sooner had they sat down than Miss Shi reported eagerly, "I’ve just set up a film and television company and signed Miss Pei."
This was indeed good news.
Shi Zhenhua had found out about it earlier, but now his daughter had stolen the limelight and with Pei Yunxi present, he of course couldn’t show his displeasure.
"When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"
Shi Qianxi, apparently unaware of the undercurrents concealed in her father’s genial smile, naturally said, "Dad, I wanted to give you a surprise."
Jiang Chen wisely kept quiet, restraining his expression and watching their performance.
"It seems I underestimated you," said Shi Zhenhua with a smile, his words laden with ambiguity before adding, "Do you know the film industry well? Do you need Dad to send someone to help you? Don’t delay Miss Pei’s career."
Shi Qianxi couldn’t agree. If she allowed her father to send someone over, what would be the point of all her efforts? As a business opponent, she couldn’t possibly match her father and might lose her company to him before too long.
"Dad, don’t worry about it, I may not understand this industry, but I can learn. Nobody is born knowing everything, isn’t that something you always say?"
When it came to verbal dexterity, Shi Zhenhua, the father, might really be no match for Shi Qianxi, as he quickly ran out of things to say.
Now, the importance of Pei Yunxi being there became clear.
If it had only been Jiang Chen and Shi Qianxi present, this big shot might have already lost his temper, but with others there, he merely smiled and suggested they order food.
Since they were there under the pretense of expressing gratitude, regardless of the actual purpose, some semblance of surface decorum was still called for.
"Young Jiang, I haven’t had the chance to thank you properly for the incident with Qian Qian last time..."
After the dishes were served, Shi Zhenhua deigned to lower himself from his pedestal, picking up a glass of wine to take the initiative.
The drink was yellow wine, and the food was cold dishes.
Jiang Chen didn’t dare to neglect and hurriedly said while lifting his glass, "Director Shi, you are too kind. Miss Shi and I are friends; this is what I should do."
Pei Yunxi, of course, didn’t know exactly what was going on, but she very clearly understood her role at this dinner, just like she was here to accompany the meal, without interjecting.
"Don’t call me Director Shi anymore. Since you and Qian Qian are friends, if you don’t mind, just call me uncle."
As soon as these words were out, not to mention Jiang Chen, even Pei Yunxi felt a stir in her heart.
Who among those eligible to call Shi Zhenhua ’uncle’ wasn’t a scion of privilege?
In TV dramas, this kind of situation usually leads to a plot where the couple is forcefully separated.
Pei Yunxi couldn’t help but glance at Jiang Chen.
What kind of abilities did this young man have to be treated so differently by Shi Zhenhua?
"Dummy, call him," Shi Qianxi, equally surprised, couldn’t be bothered to consider what her father was thinking and joyfully reminded the dazed Jiang Chen.
Don’t underestimate a simple ’uncle.’
It represented an attitude.
"Uncle Shi."
Jiang Chen seemed a bit unnatural as he called out.
Shi Zhenhua nodded.
"Qian Qian has been spoiled by me and must have caused you quite a bit of trouble. Thank you for your indulgence. If it wasn’t for your help at the last charity gala, our Shi Family could have become the laughingstock of the entire East Sea, and might have even involved Miss Pei."
Hearing this, Pei Yunxi, who has been a competent observer up until now, couldn’t help but her gaze flickered.
What did he mean by that?
It seemed like she couldn’t quite understand.
"Uncle... Shi, it’s fine as long as you don’t take offense," Jiang Chen said with some embarrassment.
The other party seemed to be expressing thanks, but in reality, it felt more like reproach.
Without his generous donation, where would Shi Qianxi have gotten the money to bid recklessly?
"Take offense at what? I was young once, I can understand," Shi Zhenhua said with an unconcerned smile.
Although he was deeply shrewd, he wasn’t a sage capable of seeing through people’s hearts.
From his perspective, he saw Jiang Chen as someone who spared no expense for the sake of a woman’s favor.
Just like his own attitude towards Yun Xi.
The only difference was that this young man’s target was his daughter.
Indeed.
This was a beautiful misunderstanding.
But since the Bulgari charity dinner was mentioned, shouldn’t the three billion auction payment be returned?
Yet this big shot acted as if he didn’t know and didn’t even mention it.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen had already noticed that the captivating actress beside him occasionally shot glances at him that were becoming somewhat abnormal.
Quite obviously.
Through some of Shi Zhenhua’s remarks, she might have caught on to something.
But under these circumstances, he could only pretend nothing happened; there was no chance to speak with Pei Yunxi.
"Uncle Shi, do you know the owner of this club?"
After calling him ’uncle’ a few times, Jiang Chen seemed to get used to the address.
"I do, why do you ask?"
"I see that this club is full of antique items, quite unique. Especially this calligraphy in the room—it makes me want to take it back to copy."
Shi Zhenhua smiled knowingly.
"She has quite a fondness for these things."
"Dad, why have you never brought me here before?" Shi Qianxi asked casually, evidently visiting for the first time herself.
Shi Zhenhua glanced at her, "You know what kind of temperament you have. If you caused a scene here and damaged someone’s property, I wouldn’t be able to afford it."
Although he knew it was probably a joke, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but be a little surprised.
The status and wealth of the Shi Family could make such jokes, which also said something about the matter.
"Dad, who is the owner?" Shi Qianxi asked out of curiosity.
"It’s the person you admire the most."
"The person I admire the most?" Shi Qianxi mumbled in confusion, not quite catching on. After a moment, her eyes suddenly widened.
"Dad, are you saying that Miss Lan is the owner of this club?"
Shi Zhenhua nodded, "Who else could afford such undertakings?"
Jiang Chen was taken aback.
He certainly knew whom Shi Qianxi was referring to with ’Miss Lan.’
Suddenly turning his head, he looked again at the seventeen pieces of calligraphy hanging on the wall.
Shaocheng.
Lanting historical site.
The bodies of nameless art thieves in the canal.
The stolen artwork from the large museum in Gangcheng...
Looking at the bold and elegant cursive script, Jiang Chen’s gaze wavered.
He originally thought the calligraphy in the club were all high-quality forgeries.
But now it seemed.
This place was clearly a genuine "museum"!
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