At this time, there were also many people gathering in the backstage of the exhibition.

One of them was tall and calm, looking around forty or fifty years old, wearing a suit and ties, sitting in the middle of the crowd. Everyone surrounded him in the center like stars holding the moon, with a flattery tone.

"Mr. Zhu, according to the news, the Licheng Museum will inevitably not be able to produce a complete "Poetic Picture". We just let them lose an adult..." One of the young men said with a smile.

Others also agreed: "It is also a good thing to be able to avenge Zhu Sheng this time and to avenge his previous shame."

"The Nine Dragons Pictures were supposed to be Zhu Sheng's belongings back then. The Nine Dragons Pictures were famous, and Chen Rong was a master of Chinese painting in the Song Dynasty.

Such things flow into the museum are a waste of resources. Only those who love painting, know painting, and know painting are their true destinations."

"The Nine Dragons Picture has its own imperial spirit, and Zhu Sheng's ancestors are said to be with the royal family..."

Everyone seemed to be speaking out for this person.

"What kind of emperor's bloodline has passed by. I just can't stand some people's flattery and bowing to the court. This time I can give this museum a warning and let him know what is really powerful. The Poetics has been destroyed. This is the exhibit we call for to be exhibited at the exhibition. They can't take it out. The name of this museum is completely terrible in the art circle." Mr. Zhu's tone was plain, and he seemed to not take the museum seriously at all.

"Oh, what a pity, Zhu Sheng's finale "The King of Heavenly Kings" was actually a little damaged. These people in the book are really uneasy..." Someone said unfairly for Zhu Sheng.

Among their many paintings this time, there is a real masterpiece, which is the "Picture of the King of Heaven" by Zhang Sengyou, a great painter in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. This painting is ingenious and craftsmanship, and it is his proud work.

Zhu Sheng rented it to the Osaka Art Museum of Benziguo for a long time, but this time he took it out for a circular exhibition. Benziguo actually said that he accidentally damaged a small corner.

Almost impossible to fix!

"The people in my country have ulterior motives, they are not good people, but this matter is complicated. We still have some places to cooperate with them, so don't worry too much. If this thing is not reincarnated by Zhang Sengyou, it will not be repaired..." Zhu Sheng was also a little impatient. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"By the way, aren't they a painter who defeated Jean Pierro head-on?" someone suddenly raised it.

"This person is said to be good at Longteng Cream, has excellent painting skills, and is good at freehand painting. Unfortunately, his paintings are basically in the hands of the Zhu family in Zhejiang Province. It is hard to find a painting, and the world is talking about this person..."

"His paintings are extraordinary, but they are not worth mentioning in our opinion. His techniques are far from Chinese painting. He is just a layman and cannot compete with famous artists at all. He has no value for collecting them. Only those brokers who do not know how to do things like to hype.

After a few years, the popularity will fade away. Not to mention him, even Jean Pierro is not a powerful character. He is just a mysterious thing. I have seen his exhibition more than once. Although his intention is extremely powerful, the painter is nothing but Al's." Someone sneered and denied.

"If that painter stood up for the Licheng Museum..."

"It's okay. Could he still draw a few top Chinese paintings, in such a short time... impossible." Mr. Zhu sat upright and said indifferently.

This Zhu family is not the same Zhu family.

Mr. Zhu's original name is Zhu Jingrun. He is the son of a powerful family in the north. In the past, his family regarded himself as the emperor and had a great reputation. Later, he took several teams and established a firm foothold in the north through extraordinary connections.

It has been passed down to his generation and has become a huge family force.

He likes literary and entertainment, and inherits the temperament of his previous ancestors, and is bound to win luxury goods.

The incident of "Nine Dragons Picture" back then was like a person from Licheng who slapped him in the face. How could he tolerate it?

Everyone is a master of appreciation of Chinese painting. Mr. Zhu’s home has the most famous paintings, and his famous works are more than 1,370, and the prices are as high as one billion.

The rest of them also have at least ten famous paintings.

In the eyes of these people, famous paintings are ordinary like cabbage.

Zhou Fengtian got off the car, found a shared bicycle at the entrance of the train station, and headed towards his destination with a creaking creaking.

It was already afternoon when the museum was coming, and there were crowds of people at the entrance, and many people who came to visit were blocking the door.

Zhou Fengtian couldn't squeeze in for a while, fortunately, Secretary Cheng had made arrangements. When the staff saw Zhou Fengtian, they simply took him from the outside and led him inside.

"Xiao Zhou, you're here." Secretary Cheng looked at Zhou Fengtian, covered in mud and dust, and said hurriedly.

"I delayed on the road for a while, and it was a lot of troubles when I went down the mountain," Zhou Fengtian's face was a little muddy, "Secretary Cheng, it's not me that this generation of Xinfeng Village should be rebuilt, or just move everyone out, otherwise something will happen."

Secretary Cheng is not interested in this matter now, so he pulled Zhou Fengtian and walked into the warehouse.

"I have a clear idea about this matter. You can follow me first, there is something important under your command."

When we arrived in the warehouse, a group of experts in Chinese painting were at a loss for the Poetics.

"The destruction of this painting is too serious. The middle part is obviously affected by the tide, and I can no longer see what it originally looked like."

"This is obviously because someone deliberately tampered with it. The air humidity in the warehouse is strictly controlled... It is impossible for such a big mistake..."

"Hey, no matter what, this place is completely destroyed!"

"But if we admit this to someone, our reputation in the museum will be ruined and we may be held accountable by our superiors..."

Everyone's faces looked ugly.

The destruction of "Poetic Picture" is much worse than they thought, and it is almost irreparable. After several hours of hard work, they have not solved a little problem at all, and now they can't think of any countermeasures.

The various ways of handling damage recorded in the books are useless at all, and there is no way to come up with any available solutions.

Despair reached the extreme.

"How is it?" Secretary Cheng walked up and asked.

The director and many staff members shook their heads.

“Powerless…”

"There is not even a copy, and this "Poetic Picture" cannot be repaired..."

Everyone's tone was very depressed.

Even Secretary Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "I'm really being plotted against me!"

But at this moment, Zhou Fengtian walked up, looked at the picture a little, and suddenly said, "Isn't this painting Zhu Xi's "Poetic Picture"? I can edit it."
Chapter completed!