91 Xishan Travel Map

Longsheng Bar, when Zhou Ximing was talking to Tang Ping, Xiao Chen had already reached the 3,000 harem. Cao Ze, the security guard of the 3,000 harem, saw Xiao Chen walking to the gate and said with a smile, "Xiao Chen, you are a regular visitor here these days."

Cao Ze always feels that he is very pleasing to see this young man of his age, not for anything else, because this young man often has a simple smile on his mouth, which makes people feel kind and comfortable from the bottom of his heart. In his security career in the past two years, Cao Ze has met too many big names. An Meng Tang, a famous hero in Nanjing, Luo Keqiang, a business giant in Nanjing, and many men and women that Cao Ze has not been able to name so far, but these people have a prominent position in the business world of Nanjing without exception. Although these bigwigs also smile when they see themselves, Cao Ze always feels that those smiles are the sympathy and pity of the superior to the subordinates. Only the man in front of him was different. When he first saw him, he would hand over a cigarette with a simple smile and say some polite words. Although these polite words were a little fake, Cao Ze didn't care at all, because he believed that Xiao Chen would still give himself a cigarette with a smile when he saw him in the future.

"Brother Cao, I'm also forced to make a living." Xiao Chen smiled and took out a red Nanjing from his pocket and handed it to Cao Ze.

"Brother Xiao is here to find An Gong, right?" The man who took over the red Nanjing asked with a smile.

He took out the fire engine and lit one for Cao Ze. After the two men sat in the security room at the gate of the 3,000 harem for a while, Xiao Chen knew from Cao Ze that An Mengtang had not come back since he went out yesterday.

"So An Gong is not in the villa?" Xiao Chen asked.

"I'm not sure about the whereabouts of their big shots. It's not something that a little security guard can guess casually." Cao Ze explained with a smile. After playing the ash, he guessed, "But An Gong should have gone to the Jinling Hotel, which is a place where An Gong often goes. You may find him when you go there."

"Then I'll go first." Xiao Chen grinned and said, cheerful and uncontentious.

Looking at Xiao Chen's distant back, Cao Ze smiled slightly. Is this man's life really bad? Why is your left eye so blind?

When he took a taxi to the Jinling Hotel, Xiao Chen, who was no longer Grandma Liu, went straight into the gate and went to the main desk. Looking at the slender reception in black and white work clothes, he asked with a smile, "Miss, I want to ask if Mr. Anmeng Tang is here?"

The female receptionist frowned slightly, and the man with the left eye blind really made himself unable to have any good impression. He replied indifferently, "I'm sorry, sir, our hotel will not casually disclose the whereabouts of guests."

It has only been a few months since the female receptionist came to Jinling Hotel. She is not very familiar with everything in the hotel. As for the real owner of the hotel, I'm afraid she is not clear. After all, An Mengtang has been abdicant for many years. Even the employees in Shengtang Group do not know An Mengtang, let alone the hotel under Shengtang. A female employee. If it hadn't been for a vase-like face and knew how to play ambiguous games with the director of the restaurant, a woman would not have been able to stay in Jinling Hotel for a week. All walks of life need to compete, even if she is just the lowest receptionist.

"I have something urgent with Mr. An. Could you please check it for me?" Xiao Chen grinned and said with a simple smile, and had no intention of giving up because of the woman's indifference.

"If you say you can't, you can't. This is the rule of the restaurant. Why are you so pestering?" The receptionist said unhappily, and she was extremely crazy. Why is this man so unreasonable? Obviously, you can't say it.

The phone next to the female reception rang at this time. The woman immediately changed her face. The moment she grabbed the phone, the expression on her face became extremely gentle in an instant, making Xiao Chen next to her sweat. After the female receptionist answered the phone, she immediately looked up at Xiao Chen with a flattering gentle smile and said, "Mr. An is waiting for you in the presidential suite on the 18th floor. Take your time, sir."

Xiao Chen shook his head and smiled, left the main station and walked to the elevator. Looking at Xiao Chen's distant back, the female receptionist really regretted it. Why was she so reckless just now? This person even knows the general manager of the hotel. He is really blind.

Golden scales are not things in the pool. They turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds.

Some people may be a pug who is annoying at this moment, but as long as he is given a chance, he will shake three thousand miles!

Out of the elevator, Xiao Chen saw a man in his forties in his forties, wearing a shirt and trousers, a pair of slippers, and a mysterious smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Xiao Chen?" The man asked with a smile when he saw Xiao Chen.

"Yes." Xiao Chen responded with a smile, "I don't know you are?"

"Come in, An Gong is in there." The middle-aged man opened the door of the room beside him as he spoke.

After entering the presidential suite, Xiao Chen saw An Mengtang at first sight. The old man in Tang's clothes was rubbing a painting on the coffee table with a pair of old glasses. After hearing the footsteps, he immediately turned around. When he saw that the man in front of him was Xiao Chen, he was not surprised at all. He waved and smiled: " Xiao Chen, come here quickly and help me take a look at this calligraphy and painting.

Xiao Chen walked to the old man according to his words and was instantly attracted by the calligraphy and paintings on the coffee table. On the picture, a wall rose to the sky and stood tall, and the waterfall water flew down from the depths of the cliff, as if it had turned into light smoke and mist. Under the high mountains, the boulders are solid and the weeds are lush; in the green shade, the view of Xiaoxiao Temple is faintly visible; in the rocks, the spring water is murmuring and flowing endlessly; a group of donkey business travelers slowly walks through the dense forest. The magnificent and distant and quiet artistic conception made Xiao Chen stunned. He turned around and looked at the old man and asked, "Fan Kuan's "Xishan Travel Map"?"

An Mengtang laughed and said, "It seems that you also have some knowledge about ancient paintings. Yes, this is the Xishan Travel Map. Unfortunately, it is just a copy. The real book is the treasure of the town hall of the Palace Museum in Taiwan. I'm afraid I won't get it in this life."

"Journey to Xishan" is one of the most outstanding landscape paintings in China. It was made by the painter Fan Kuan more than 1,000 years ago and was inspired by Huashan, one of the five famous mountains in China that he roamed like a dream. When he was a child, Xiao Chen heard the old man say that "On the River during the Qingming Festival" is beautiful, but it is far less than the momentum of "Journey to Xishan Travel Map". First of all, "On the River during the Qingming Festival" lost more than one point in the content of the reaction. The former wrote about the lively market, while the latter wrote about the journey away from home; the former wrote about the middle The richness of ancient China, the latter is written about the hardships of ancient Chinese merchants.

"When I was a child, I heard my grandfather talk about the content of some ancient Chinese paintings, so I knew more or less, but there are many copies of the descendants of Xishan Travel Map. I don't know who made this copy in An Gong's hand?" After the inner shock calmed down, Xiao Chen looked at An Mengtang and asked with a smile.

"Are you interested in guessing?" An Mengtang sat on the sofa and looked at Xiao Chen and smiled.

"Good." Xiao Chen agreed and stared at the "Xishan Travel Map" again, but this time it was not the content of the picture, but the brushwork. Xiao Chen, who had not cared much about it, was surprised to find that the brushwork of the painting was very familiar and tried to meditate. After a while, he was shocked and remembered the old man. After the rain ten years ago, didn't the old man sit by the Peach Blossom Creek and look at Qingcheng Mountain and draw a picture very similar to this one? The same momentum, the same great ingenuity, both brushwork and ink, have great similarities with this painting, but the old man's original painting has been seen several times, and later burned by the old man after waking up. But it really doesn't make sense. How could this painting be painted by an old man?

After pondering for a long time, looking at An Mengtang, Xiao Chen replied, "I can't see it."

"It's normal that I can't see it. This painting was painted by a master from the world. I heard that when he stayed in the world, he only painted three paintings, a landscape and a figure." An Mengtang explained with a smile.

Xiao Chen couldn't help frowning and asking, "What about another one?"

An Meng Tang smiled and said, "The last one is the Picture of Three Thousand Red Dusts, but I heard that he was burned by himself, as if it was because he didn't want his children to know too many secrets. The behavior of those high-level people is really special, and we can't guess at will.

"Three Thousand Red Dust's Picture, "Three Thousand Red Dust's Picture"..." Xiao Chen muttered like a crazy demon. He was too familiar with the name. At this moment, Xiao Chen concluded that this "Xishan Travel Map" must come from the old man.

When can the dusty past be solved? Did the deceased sleep peacefully in Jiuyou or suffer all the hardships? What kind of story does the old man have?

Doubt, this moment gradually rose in Xiao Chen's heart.