Portable Museum

Chapter 222
"Chairman, I will arrange for someone to set off to China for an investigation.

Come up with a feasibility report as soon as possible. "

"Well, when you go to China for inspection, you must contact the authorities. You sent people to BJ to find Director Xu Shaomin of the XC District Materials Bureau.

He will arrange it for you. "Zhang Junping finally confessed.

After dealing with the textile factory, Zhang Junping began to visit various scenic spots in Zurich every day.

Really let go of your mind, treat it as a vacation, enjoy the beautiful scenery, taste the food, and occasionally meet a beautiful woman.

Two or three days later, Zhang Junping left Zurich with peace of mind when the newly hired chief financial officer arrived.

Handing over the management of the company to Givens does not mean handing over the financial power to him.

On the plane flying to Paris, France, Zhang Junping looked at the scenery outside the plane.

The thick sea of ​​clouds tumbling, changing into various shapes.

The sun shines on the sea of ​​clouds, and dyes the strange clouds with a layer of golden skin.

Although European flight attendants are very beautiful, their figures are comparable to models, and their makeup is also very delicate.

However, Zhang Junping has no sexual interest in these stewardesses.

Stewardesses in Europe, like airplanes, are public transportation.

Of course, this is only some people, not all.

Therefore, Zhang Junping would rather look at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window. This kind of scene can not be seen at any time, but only when the weather is good and the plane is flying.

Maybe it's because he has drawn too many pictures recently, Zhang Junping looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window, and couldn't help thinking about how to draw a picture of a sea of ​​clouds at sunrise.

In the end, Zhang Junping drew it directly in his own mind with his consciousness.

"Sir, sir!" Just as Zhang Junping was painting, someone gently pushed him.

Zhang Junping turned his head and looked over.

"Sir, the plane has arrived at Paris Airport." The flight attendant reminded in a low voice.

"Oh! Thank you!" Only then did Zhang Junping realize that the plane had already landed, and everyone else had also gone down.

Zhang Junping did not go after the golden train treasure.

In fact, when Zhang Junping cut off the batch of oil paintings in Munich, Zhang Junping lost his desire to find the golden train.

After the arsenal, Zhang Junping was less concerned about Waubrzych's gold train.

After Zurich acquired the textile company, the plan to find the golden train was completely abandoned.

It's too late, the acquisition in Prussia this time is big enough.

It is not a good thing to go greedy and treasure hunt again, otherwise it will invite disaster.

Paris should be the last stop of this trip to Europe.

After Paris ended, he went back to Prussia first, then went to the book, and finally returned to China.

It took Zhang Junping two hours from Zurich to Paris, including the security check and waiting time, and it was not yet eleven o'clock when he arrived in Paris.

Take a taxi and enter downtown Paris.

Now that we have arrived in Paris, it is natural to stay in the most meaningful hotel in Paris.

The Crillon Hotel is the oldest five-star hotel in Paris.

The hotel building was built in the eighteenth century and is a historical monument in itself.

Zhang Junping asked for a suite.

It is worthy of being the capital of art, the hotel rooms are full of artistic atmosphere.

Paris is the capital of fashion, art, romance, flowers, and desire.

It's full of hormones.

Of course Zhang Junping didn't come here for romance.

But to pursue art.

After Zhang Junping washed up in the room, he put on some makeup.

About half an hour later, a young man with blond hair and blue eyes came out of Zhang Junping's room.

The fluffy golden shawl and long hair made the youth look a bit lazy, but this laziness did not damage the image of the young man.

On the contrary, there is a different kind of chic.

This young man with blond hair and blue eyes was naturally made up by Zhang Junping.

Blonde with a hood and blue eyes with contact lenses.

Zhang Junping specially made it in Zurich. There are three sets of contact lenses in total, green, blue and purple.

The eyes of these three colors are the eye colors of Europeans and Americans.

Among them, purple eyes are relatively rare.

There are not many people who order plain contact lenses. Some European and American celebrity models often buy contact lenses in order to make their eyes more beautiful.

In fact, contact lenses have been developed as early as the last century, but at that time, due to the willingness of the material, contact lenses did more damage to the eyes.

Most people don't wear them.

It was not until the 70s that Bald Eagle scientists made a breakthrough and developed more suitable materials to make contact lenses.

The number of people who wear contact lenses is gradually increasing.

Zhang Junping came to the Champs Elysees with a roll of canvas in his hand.

This is the shopping paradise of Paris, where luxury goods gather.

Similarly, all kinds of expensive works of art are also sold in shops here.

Zhang Junping took the rolled up canvas and walked into a gallery that looked relatively large and luxuriously decorated.

"Sir, do you want to frame or sell paintings?" A well-dressed female shop assistant came up and asked in French.

Zhang Junping also replied in fluent French: "I have a few oil paintings here and I plan to sell them.

Please take a look! "

Zhang Junping said and handed the canvas in his hand to the other party.

"Sir, we have relatively high requirements for oil paintings here..." the female shop assistant opened the canvas while explaining.

When the canvas was opened, the words in his mouth could no longer be uttered.

To be a salesperson in a gallery, one must have a certain vision.

"Sir, wait a moment! I'm going to ask the manager to come over!" After the female shop assistant finished speaking, she put down the painting and hurried into the studio in the gallery.

Zhang Junping smiled, as expected of a large gallery, the female salesperson has a good eye.

The female shop assistant must have seen something, so she left in such a hurry.

Zhang Junping waited for two to three minutes, and the female shop assistant walked out with a middle-aged man in his forties with a small braid.

"Sir, just now the clerk said he was not sure, can I have a look at your painting again?" the middle-aged man with braids said politely to Zhang Junping.

"Yes!" Zhang Junping nodded.

"This... How is this possible? This is impossible!" The middle-aged man with braids looked at the painting again and muttered.

There was an incredulous look on his face.

After coming for a long time, the middle-aged man with braids didn't care about talking to Zhang Junping, he hurried into the room and came out with a picture book.

Turn to one of them and compare them carefully.

"Oh my god, this is incredible! I can't believe my eyes!" The middle-aged man with braided hair became more and more surprised when he compared them, and he couldn't help exclaiming.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at Zhang Junping, and asked eagerly, "Where did you get these oil paintings?"

"Acquired by chance at a flea market.

I also learned to paint, and I felt good, so I bought it back.

Recently, on hand... so..." Zhang Junping finally revealed a shy expression on his face.

"Sir, your painting is not bad, we accept it.

Are you going to consign it?Or sell directly to our gallery? "The joy flashed across the face of the middle-aged man, and he asked with a smile.

"Sell it directly, how much can you give?"

"Your paintings are all good, I can give you [-] francs!" The middle-aged man with braids pondered for a moment and said.

Zhang Junping didn't speak, stepped forward to roll up the oil painting and was about to leave.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"You guys are lying! After I bought these paintings back home, the old Lu Ge who often sketched with me told me one hundred thousand pieces and bought my paintings, but I didn't buy them for him." Zhang Junping showed a look of resentment , You lied to me and said.

"Wait, maybe I didn't see it clearly just now, let me see it again!" The braided middle-aged man hurriedly stopped Zhang Junping and said with a smile.

"Don't try to lie to me, I've asked several people." Zhang Junping said with an inexperienced look.

"Our Stuart Gallery has a history of 100 years. Picasso... how could he lie? Don't worry, I will take a good look this time and I will definitely give you a high price." The braided middle-aged man just mentioned Picasso, and suddenly Shut up, and changed the subject.

"Okay! Look at it!" Zhang Junping handed the painting to the other party again.

"I'll take a good look this time!" The middle-aged man with braids was looking at the painting, but he was thinking about the right price.

"How much do you want to sell?" The female shop assistant next to him, seeing the middle-aged man's embarrassment, approached Zhang Junping and asked softly.

"At least 20 million francs.

Although this painting is not Picasso's, the level of imitation is very high.

It has high collection value. Zhang Junping also stopped pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and directly opened his mouth to break the fluke mentality of the braided middle-aged man.

Hearing Zhang Junping's words, the braided middle-aged man was not only not disappointed, but was ecstatic.

Is this painting an imitation of Picasso?
"Your painting is really good, even I saw it wrong just now.

You also said that this is an imitation.

20 million is impossible!

How much is a genuine Picasso?

I will give you 2 million francs at most. "

"Not for sale!" Zhang Junping shook his head very simply.

As he spoke, he wanted to take the painting away.

This time it was the female shop assistant who stopped Zhang Junping, "Don't worry, sir, it's natural that you come and go to bargain.

You give up a little, and my boss will give you a little more. "

This female salesperson can only be described as average, but she has a good figure, and the most important thing is that she has a good temperament, an intellectual beauty, and a nice voice.

People can't help but feel close to each other.

"Let me let 1 million francs! One thousand and 9 million francs, this is the lowest."

"Five hundred francs, that's as much as I can offer.

You are not a genuine Picasso. "

Zhang Junping made a gesture to leave again, but was persuaded by the shop assistant again.

In the middle of the conversation with the female shop assistant, Zhang Junping finally sold four imitation Picasso oil paintings to the other party at a price of 10 million francs each.

After signing the contract, Zhang Junping received a check for 40 million francs.

After leaving the gallery, Zhang Junping walked forward for a while, checked that no one was following him, turned around and entered a public toilet.

After a few minutes, he came out with a roll of canvas.

He walked into another gallery and sold four imitation Picasso oil paintings to the other party at a price of 1 million francs in the same way.

France is the capital of art, with hundreds of large and small galleries.

Zhang Junping didn't eat at noon, and he was busy until the gallery closed at night, before he sold all the more than 300 oil paintings.

The reason why I was in such a hurry was to beat the time difference.

Although Zhang Junping sold it to the other party as a counterfeit, and the contract did not specify that it was a painting by Picasso or Da Vinci, it only said that it was a certain oil painting.

However, those bosses who bought paintings did not buy them as fakes.

In their hearts, they bought it so readily only after they were sure that it was genuine.

Otherwise, no matter how good the painting is, they will not give such a high price, or they will not accept the painting in cash, and at most they will sell it on consignment.

Consignment is the most common transaction mode for galleries.

The painter puts his paintings in the gallery, and the gallery sells them on behalf of the gallery. After the sale, the gallery draws a certain percentage of commission, and the rest is given to the painter.

The reason why Zhang Junping was so anxious was because he was afraid that they would find out that these paintings were really imitations.

Although Zhang Junping's imitations are truer than the real ones, there must be problems when hundreds of paintings by more than a dozen famous artists appear on the market at once.

It's not dirty, it's a fake.

Therefore, Zhang Junping rushed to sell all these paintings in one afternoon.

The next day, after breakfast, Zhang Junping did not put on any makeup, and went to the French branch of UBS with a check in his true colors, and deposited the check.

Pocket the check first.

This time is really a bumper harvest, 340 five paintings, the average transaction price is about 10 million francs.

A total of 34 billion 50 million francs in revenue.

I don't know if those gallery owners will vomit blood after knowing the truth.

After depositing the check, Zhang Junping took a taxi directly to the airport.

Buy a plane ticket and fly to Prussia.

Only a fool would stay in Paris and wait for revenge.

Even if they didn't call the police, they wouldn't just admit that they were unlucky.

These galleries can take out so much money at once, and the bosses behind them are not simple people.

Until Zhang Junping arrived in Berlin, the events in Paris were still brewing.

At this time, George Fairborn, the big boss behind the Stuart Gallery, already knew that his gallery had received several high-quality oil paintings.

George Fairburn was naturally very happy.

After taking it back and enjoying it for yourself, start arranging housekeepers and preparing for a party.

Alone Better Together.

The joy of art collecting is sharing.

In other words, it's about showing off and pretending.

The second is appreciation.

After giving the order, the housekeeper prepared for the party, and he started calling to invite people to the party.

After making a few phone calls, George Fairburn felt that something was wrong.

Because the few friends he called, they also received several high-quality oil paintings, all of which were works by famous modern artists.

George Fairburn didn't bother to call again.

I took out the oil painting and studied it carefully again, but still found no problem.

The painting style, brush technique, and even the colors are in line with Picasso's characteristics.

However, there are so many Picasso oil paintings on the market at once.

Could it be that someone discovered the treasure left by Picasso?

Uneasy George Fairborn called and invited several artists and appraisal experts he was familiar with to come over for appraisal.

When the artists saw the oil painting, their expressions were more exaggerated than George Fairburne's.

It was a kind of homage to a great artist.

Several identification experts did not find the problem at first.

Until an expert touched the oil painting with his hand and suddenly shouted: "What is this?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Everyone looked at the expert in doubt.

"Look, here, these seem to be Chinese characters."

"Chinese character?"

"Yes, Chinese characters! I also did some research on Chinese characters when I studied ancient Chinese cultural relics.

Here, if you adjust the angle, you will see that there are two Chinese characters. "

This discovery undoubtedly proves that these oil paintings are imitations.

It hit those artists harder when it was found to be a knockoff.

Some of them claimed to be Picasso's students.

As a teacher's student, I can't tell whether the teacher's painting is a real imitation.

George Fairburn asked with a gloomy expression, "Can you be sure which two Chinese characters it is?"

"These two words are flat imitation."

"Imitation?"

"Yes, these oil paintings should be imitated by a person named Ping." The appraisal expert explained.

"Thank you, Dennis! If it weren't for your discovery, we would still be kept in the dark.

Just a moment, I'll make a call. "George Fairburn said politely, then turned to make a phone call.

At this time, not only George Fairburn felt something was wrong.

The owners behind several other galleries also had to sense that something was wrong.

They also invited oil painting artists and appraisal experts to appraise the oil paintings.

It's a pity that not everyone has research on Chinese antiques and Chinese characters like Dennis.

So, until George Fairburn called, they just had an intuition that there was something wrong with these oil paintings, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.

There is another main reason, everyone has fallen into a misunderstanding.

Because the artists Zhang Junping chose to imitate were all modern painters, everyone automatically ignored the method of dating.

After all, Picasso had just died five years ago.

If someone goes to identify the age, they will find the problem.

As a result, it was dark under the lights, and even I ignored this point.

After receiving a call from George Fairburn, everyone gathered at George Fairburn's manor.

Soon, Dennis found the word "imitation" on all the oil paintings, whether they were Picasso's, Da Vinci's, or Rubens' works.

George Fairburn frowned.

He didn't feel sorry for the 40 million francs.

It was only 40 million francs. To him, it was not enough to hurt his muscles and bones.

To put it bluntly, the money he spends on buying art every year is far more than that.

What George Fairburn is worried about is the impact of "flat imitation" on the art market.

If this incident spreads, the works of modern artists such as Picasso and Da Vinci will definitely be affected.

As for keeping your mouth shut, with so many people today, George Fairburn is not so arrogant that he can shut up all the people present with just one word.

Sure enough, just as George Fairburne guessed, the "fake" was like a bomb thrown into the art market in Paris.

Art on the market, especially oil paintings, has been hit the hardest.

A general drop of around 30.00%.

Prices of other works of art also fell, dragged down by oil paintings.

Then, the follow-up continues to develop.

　Five thousand words.

　　Continue to ask for a monthly ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)