gifted collector

Chapter 120 What's going on?

"Western art, such as oil painting or sculpture, is quite different from traditional art such as traditional Chinese painting that we are familiar with, so it is not surprising that we generally do not accept or appreciate it. In fact, not to mention oil painting and other art forms that we are not familiar with, even traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy, if you have a certain foundation, you can’t appreciate it.”

Fang Ming's reaction like this is not surprising at all. In fact, Zheng Ru has met many people like Fang Ming.

Nodding his head, Fang Ming stared at the painting on the wall and said, "Sister Ru, can I take it down and have a look?"

"what?"

Zheng Ru looked at Fang Ming incomprehensibly, took it apart to see?Although these paintings of mine are hung on the wall, they are not tall, and Fang Ming is not short enough to see them clearly.

"Heh, I just want to take a closer look. You also know that when we appraise antiques, we like to get closer. Sometimes we even need to use a magnifying glass."

The real reason is of course not like this, he just wanted to get started to see if his Pixiu can also work on Western oil paintings, but this reason cannot be said, only to find such an excuse, but Zheng Ru obviously believed it Fang Ming's words, because his father appraised antiques in this way.

"Okay, but you have to take it down yourself and then hang it up again for me. I don't want to bother with such a thing. You know, such a painting is not light."

"no problem!"

Fang Ming was overjoyed when he heard it, and he agreed repeatedly. He found a ladder in the corner, so he rushed over to move it, stepped on it, and carefully took the painting down.

One, two, three, he just kept on taking down three paintings one after another.

Zheng Ru was still looking at Fang Ming at the beginning, but gradually she became impatient, and walked to the easel to paint the painting she had completed before.

"This painting... seems good?"

Fang Ming pinched his chin and carefully studied the painting in front of him. He had already touched the painting when he took it down just now. What disappointed him was that there was no Pixiu on the back of his right hand.

Could it be that my Pixiu is only effective for traditional antiques?Once the "antique" painted by Shangwai is invalid?
If not, why didn't he respond at all when his right hand touched the three oil paintings?

"Could it be that its value is too little, so Pixiu doesn't respond?"

Fang Ming remembered that the Pixiu in his right hand does not respond to all antiques, on the contrary, it is only "interested" in antiques worth more than 10 yuan, and will reveal its real body.

But as soon as this thought came to him, he remembered that Zheng Ru said that she was bought from an auction at a high price.What is high price?If it is less than 10, it is naturally not considered a high price.

After studying for a long time, Fang Ming has even turned several oil paintings over and over ten times: he has studied them from the front, the back, and upside down, as long as he can think of ways, but there is still no result. Pixiu, who is the right hand, did not appear at all!

"Fang Ming, is this how you appraise antiques?"

Although Fang Ming didn't care about painting before, she didn't have the mood to continue painting after painting for a while, so she simply stopped to see how Fang Ming identified several of her paintings, but what she saw made her feel extremely incredible. Because Fang Ming just looked at the painting upside down.

"Do you need a magnifying glass? If you need strong light, there is a specially designed light over there that is three times brighter than ordinary LED lights."

Zheng Ru pointed to the front right corner while talking. There was a workbench with some books on it. The huge magnifying glass in the upper right corner could be seen from a distance. Stretching the moving lights, it's clear that all these things are specially designed.

Shaking his head, Fang Ming said, "No need, my identification method is a little different from others."

"Oh?"

Zheng Ru simply put down her paintbrush, walked to Fang Ming's side, leaned down, looked at it carefully for a while, and then said: "I bought these paintings three years ago, and each one costs more than 100 million yuan. , I had just graduated not long ago, but I spent all the money I saved from selling paintings when I was studying a few years ago."

Thinking of what happened back then, Zheng Ru showed a nostalgic look on her face. Since she graduated from high school and went abroad to study, she never asked her family for a penny. Although it was hard at the time, she survived after all.

"Huh? Can you save so much money before graduation?"

Fang Ming was stunned for a moment, he hadn't thought of this at all.

"Of course! At the beginning I was a part-time job, and it was easier when my paintings could sell for money."

Walking to a corner of the studio and pouring a glass of water for himself and Zheng Ru, Fang Ming said, "Your family's conditions should be good, why do you need to work so hard?"

Shaking her head, Zheng Ru said: "At that time, I had a deep interest in Western art, mainly oil painting and sculpture. You also know my father's fiery temper. When I heard that I didn't want to inherit his mantle, I almost gave up. Kick me out of the house, how can I still get money from him after falling out?!"

"Ha! You're right. Your father's fiery temper doesn't break your leg."

Fang Ming has dealt with Zheng Bai many times, and he knows his deeds by watching his words. When Zheng Ru "deviated from the tradition", there must have been a catastrophe.

"what!"

Fang Ming walked up to Zheng Ru's unfinished paintings, because there was a lamp on top of the easel for painting, Fang Ming easily zoomed in on the painting and looked at it carefully.

"Well, this painting seems to be pretty good, even better than the ones I saw just now... I wonder if you will draw some for me, I think the paintings will be valuable after you die, I will keep I will give it to my children and grandchildren..."

As Fang Ming spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch the oil painting.

"Snapped!"

Zheng Ru slapped Fang Ming on the shoulder, and said, "You're cursing me to die early, aren't you?"

"Huh? Fang Ming, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?"

Zheng Ru noticed that Fang Ming was standing there motionless like a pillar, his eyes staring at his painting, as if he had discovered some new land, and he didn't even respond when he slapped him.

ah?Could it be that I was photographed stupidly?
Zheng Ru simply stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Fang Ming's eyes. After a while, Fang Ming slowly recovered.

"What's wrong with you?"

Of course Zheng Ru noticed Fang Ming's strangeness, but she didn't know why Fang Ming behaved like this.

"Heh... your painting is really pretty good."

Fang Ming found that his throat was dry when he spoke. He couldn't help but be shocked. Just when his hand touched Zheng Ru's painting, Pixiu suddenly appeared on the back of his right hand!

This is how the same thing?

Why didn't the previous paintings appear, but Zheng Ru's paintings appeared?Is it because Zheng Ru's paintings are worth more than the previous three?But she had already said before that each of the three paintings was worth more than 100 million.

What is going on here?

What is going on here?

This question has been hovering in Fang Ming's mind, and he can't find the answer. Zheng Ru thinks he is a fool.

After giving Fang Ming a blank look, Zheng Ru said, "Of course I know my painting is ready, so you don't need to tell me that."

"Your painting can sell for about 10 now, right?"

Fang Ming glanced at the shade of the Pixiu color on the back of his right hand, and asked a little cautiously, he wanted to see if the price judgment was the same as the law he had summed up before.

"Ah? You understand this too?"

Zheng Ru was dumbfounded. Fang Ming's performance before was completely an idiot for oil painting. Why did he say how much his painting is worth now?

"This... I... haven't told you how much my painting is worth?"

Seeing Zheng Ru's reaction like this, Fang Ming knew he was right, but he immediately realized that he couldn't explain the problem clearly.

"Oh...you never said that."

This Fang Ming didn't dare to fool Zheng Ru into saying that she said that she would be exposed easily, and her mind was spinning desperately. After a while, she still couldn't think of a good reason, and finally had to share her hands, which is a rascal. Said: "I guess."

Unexpectedly, it was such an answer. When Zheng Ru came back to her senses, she couldn't laugh or cry, she shook her head and said, "This is the same as you attribute picking up mistakes as good luck."

Fang Ming naturally understands that his explanation is not convincing, but at this time, he can only say this, and simply "play tricks" to the end: "The fact is like this."

Zheng Ru is not a fool, she naturally doesn't believe Fang Ming's words, but she can also see that Fang Ming doesn't want to explain this question in depth, so she tactfully didn't continue, everyone has their own secrets, If he doesn't want to say it, others have no right to force him to say it.

"Do you want to see other paintings?"

"Oh well."

Under Zheng Ru's introduction, Fang Ming looked through many of the paintings in her home collection and her paintings, and he picked up each one with his own hands, and the result made him even more confused about what happened. thing.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.Fang Ming didn't know how he left Zheng Ru's house, and even after returning to his place of residence, he felt dizzy in his head, and his mind was full of Pixiu in his right hand, only for Zheng Ru's. The drawing responds but nothing responds to other paintings.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Fang Ming sat on the chair in a daze, motionless, like a statue!
(End of this chapter)