Chapter 431 National Treasure

After listening to Ouyang's words, the second-row old man stood up tremblingly, and with the help of Ouyang Lei, he faced the door of the small auditorium. The guests present looked at each other in constered each other, and they couldn't figure it out. In the status of Mr. Ouyang. Who else deserves to be greeted by him in person?

The mystery was revealed, because from the gate of the auditorium. An old man in a wheelchair was pushed in. Zhuang Rui's eyes were sharp. At a glance, he saw that the person sitting was actually Mr. Song. The person who pushes the wheelchair is naturally Song Jun. Behind the wheelchair, there are four or five doctors wearing military uniforms and white coats outside.

"Brother Ouyang, 90th birthday, and his sister-in-law have been in the same boat for 70 years. Congratulations

Mr. Song, sitting in a wheelchair, arched his hands and bowed to today's birthday star without waiting for Ouyang Gong to approach.

"Brother Song, you," you are. All right?"

Ouyangang walked closer. He looked at his old comrade-in-arms with an unbelievable face.

"We are so old. What's good or bad? Brother, you haven't arrived, and there is a group of people behind us," Song Lao was a little helpless when he spoke. Since he had an injection and slept yesterday, he felt in good spirits. When chatting with Song Jun, he overheard that today was Ouyang's 90th birthday. I got up to celebrate my birthday. The main play has been lying in ** for a long time, and I want to come out and do some activities.

It's just that his activity doesn't matter. It's a matter of alarming the whole hospital. It is not only necessary to report to the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, but also to the Central Security Bureau. You know, when Mr. Song was in politics, his level also reached the national level, which is no less influential than Ouyang Mang in the army.

"Good! OK!! Over the years, today is the most comfortable, "

Ouyang Mang laughed from the bottom of his heart. Seeing this old man who had been friends with him for more than half a century, he could actually get out of the hospital bed. Seeing that his face recovered well, Ouyang Mang was happy in his heart. What a birthday. On the 70th wedding anniversary, he was happier to see his old comrades-in-arms recover.

Let's not to mention that the two old people were holding hands and talking there, the princes sitting in the birthday banquet hall were already looking straight at this time. I can hardly believe my own eyes.

Although most of these local officials are from the faction of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Gang has a very good relationship with Mr. Song, and the two families can complement each other in many fields, so these people took the opportunity to go to Beijing to celebrate his birthday. A few days ago, most of them also visited Mr. Song, who was sick.

It's just Mr. Song at that time. I've been in a coma, and I've only been awake for half an hour. Anyone can see that Mr. Song has just passed away. Who would have thought that in just one day, the old man could be discharged from the hospital to participate in Ouyang's 90th birthday.

Although the technology is changing with each passing day and the medicine is prosperous, it seems that it is not enough to make critically ill people recover so quickly, right? Some people who know the director of the hospital have already taken out their mobile phones, lowered their heads and made phone calls in a low voice. Mr. Song has recovered, which is not a trivial matter. Some domestic patterns. It will even change because of this.

It's just the inquiry of these people, and it is doomed to be fruitless. The vice president of the rank of colonel was scolded after reporting the recovery of Mr. Song's condition. Most of the meaning is. As materialist Communists, we can't believe what those ghosts and gods say, or we have to understand it scientifically and find the reason.

Comrade Dean is worried at this time. If he could explain it clearly with science, he would not have submitted the report of Mr. Song's dream.

At this time, Song Jun had already pushed Mr. Song. When he walked to the place where Ouyang Gang had just sat in the birthday banquet hall, someone moved another chair. Put it next to Ouyang. Mr. Song was supported by his grandson. Sit on the chair and see what happens. After a while, Mr. Song may be able to walk on the ground.

For a moment, the birthday banquet hall was lively. The original guests also lined up to congratulate Mr. Song on his recovery, but the time of the birthday banquet was delayed a little, but no one cared about it." Except for those ignorant children. No one came here to eat and drink.

"What? Brother Ouyang, is there such fresh fruit in this weather?

After dealing with a circle of people, Mr. Song. I accidentally saw the birthday gift sent by Zhuang Rui. I couldn't help but my eyes lit up. People who have been sick in bed for a long time like to see those colors full of vitality. This is also one of the reasons why Xiaoduo likes to send flowers when he went to the hospital to see patients. The plate of colorful fresh fruits in front of him made Mr. Feeling.

"My little grandson gave it to me. What's wrong? Can you still bite your teeth? I'll give you a Portuguese Xun."

There were too many people who worshipped the birthday just now, and then Mr. Song came again. Ouyang Gang gave this birthday gift. I didn't look closely until I twisted my body. When I went to get the bunch of grapes, I felt something was wrong. I said "Oh" in my mouth, and my right hand grabbed the Shoutao in the middle.

Song Lao saw Ouyang Xin" Erwa said something wrong and asked! Brother Ouyang, what's wrong?

"This, "this thing" is fake!"

Ouyangang was surprised. Speak a little louder. It made everyone look at the fake thing he said, and they didn't understand the food in their hearts. At most, it can only be said that the variety is not good. Where else is it true or false? There is no trademark on it. "Fake?"

Mr. Song also sat next to the coffee table and immediately reached out to touch the jade carving ornament. There was a look of consterification in his eyes, and he reached his age. It can almost be said that the landslide is unchanged in front of the eyes, but this little thing makes Mr. Song look shocked.

"This is a jade carving decoration, Brother Ouyang, you grandson, you have done a lot of effort. There are longevity peaches on this thing. These colors represent happiness, huh? It's still Xiaogu's craftsmanship, good, good, rare, rare!"

Mr. Song held the ornament on his lap and looked at it carefully for a while. He even turned over the bottom money, and couldn't help showing envy on his face. How did he encounter this object? You know, Mr. Song not only loves antique calligraphy and painting, but also has a deep understanding of gold, stone and jade.

"Is this good?!"

Ouyang Cang didn't agree with the old man's words. He knew that his old comrade-in-arms had always been obsessed with antiques and other things. When he was not liberated before, he wiped his buttocks with the ancient paintings of the Tang and Song Dynasties of the landlord's family. In the past few decades, he

"It doesn't make sense to you. Let me tell you this. This thing is no less than Cixi's emerald cabbage in those years, relying on the natural jade material, as well as the ingenious conception and craftsmanship. It's not too much to call it a "national treasure"

Mr. Song was a little excited. He spoke a little faster, and a red tide surged on his face. Song Jun, who stood aside in fear, said quickly, "Grandpa. Don't be excited. I'll get one for you later"

When talking, Song Jun still stared at Zhuang Rui, who stood not far away. It's not your fault that you have a lot of good things, but it's wrong to show it out. If you really want it, your own old man. Where can I find him?

"What do you know? Go away, I dare to say this thing. There can't be a second thing in the world, priceless, priceless treasure," Mr. Song scolded his grandson, and his eyes never left the jade carving ornament.

After hearing Mr. Song's words, the people sitting in the birthday banquet hall felt that they were closer to the two old men. They all came over and looked at this ornament, which could be called the national treasure by Mr. Song. Even if it is not a national treasure, it will become a national treasure from now on.

Of course, these people just feel strange. They are not interested in this thing itself. No matter how beautiful it is, it is just a piece of jade. What's the use of not being able to eat or drink? It's just that the person who originally felt that Zhuang Rui was stingy has changed his impression. If you dare to say that others are not stingy, they are generous.

"Brother. If you like it, just take it for fun." Little Ouyang Geng saw that the object sent by Zhuang Rui was so precious, and his face was also very faceful, but he was not interested in this thing, so he was ready to send it generously.

"Forget it, this item is worth hundreds of millions. Your grandson can give it, and my own grandson can also give it. When I'm over 90 next year, you can also come and have a look."

Mr. Song's words surprised those who had seen this thing before, although they were also prominent outside. On the side of the government, if any policy is implemented, the interests of all parties involved are also calculated by tens of millions, but such a small thing can actually be worth hundreds of millions, which is much higher than the annual fiscal revenue of a small poverty-stricken county.

So some people began to think about it. Are we going to carry out some archaeological excavations in the jurisdiction? These things that have never been paid attention to before can also create economic value. If the ideas of these people are known by those archaeological departments, they will definitely send thank-you letters to Zhuang Rui. Finally, the leaders of Qingshui government have paid attention to it.

It's just that Song Jun is entangled at this time. Where will he go to get this thing next year? When looking at Zhuang Rui again. There was a fire in his eyes.

After this episode, the birthday banquet continued. After the old man and the old lady symbolically drank everyone's toast, they retreated and returned to the small courtyard. Ouyang Gong didn't want to symbolize drinking more, and the health doctors around him couldn't let him.

Mr. Song naturally followed, and the two old comrades-in-arms have to chat well today.

"Zhuang Rui, after the banquet was over, Zhuang Rui thought about Peng Fei and said hello to his uncle and others. When he was about to drive away from Yuquan Mountain, he was blocked by the Song army. D