gifted collector

Chapter 125 Ability Change
"Oh? Don't worry, oil paintings are not that easy to damage."

Ning Yuan looked at Fang Ming with a puzzled expression on her face. She could tell that Fang Ming's words were insincere, and he must not be telling the truth, but if Fang Ming didn't want to say it, then he had nothing to do.

Withdrawing his hand, Fang Ming took advantage of the situation and wiped his forehead. There was already a thin layer of sweat, but this was not fear, but excitement—if Ning Yuan was still by his side at this time, He was probably about to wave his hands and yell.

What happened just now is not the first time. Fang Ming, who has long been experienced, knows that Pai Yao "sucked" something from the painting by Monet in front of him-even though he didn't know what it was. What is it, but it is definitely a good thing. When this happened a few times before, Pixiu finally evolved and gained new abilities. This time it must be the same. How could he be unhappy?

Fang Ming was so excited that his body trembled a little, but he had to work hard to control himself in front of Ning Yuan, and he must not reveal his secrets.

"This is really a good painting."

Ning Wan rolled his eyes, Fang Ming's words were obviously looking for something to say, if Monet's paintings are not good paintings, then there are still good paintings in the world?
"Of course it's a good painting, have you finished admiring it?"

Nodding his head, Fang Ming said, "Okay, take the painting back first, thank you."

If it wasn't for Ning Yuan, Fang Ming knew that he would never be able to see Monet's painting, and it would be impossible for Pixiu to absorb something from this painting. For this alone, he would have to be infinitely grateful to the other party.

"you are welcome."

After looking Fang Ming up and down, Ning Yuan continued: "Your body should be in perfect golden ratio. This is the best model for a painter, so I should thank you, so that I can draw To make a good painting is the best thing for me as a painter."

"Okay, then I won't thank you either."

Faced with Ning Yuan's gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate his clothes, Fang Ming felt quite uncomfortable. Having such a feeling in front of a woman, especially a beautiful woman, really made him quite "frustrated", but what could he do? Woolen cloth?

Seeing Ning Yuan put away the painting and turned to leave, Fang Ming thought for a while and walked to another easel next to him.

These paintings are all works of Ning Yuan. If they are like what Zheng Ru said before, they are all valuable things. When Fang Ming came here for the first time, he used the ability of Pixiu to identify some of them, and found that they were really in this way.

However, at this time Fang Ming was not thinking about this matter.

The electric current that Pixiu sucked in at the moment when he came into contact with Monet's painting just now.

"What kind of ability will it have? What kind of ability will it evolve?"

Ning Yuan was not around at this time, Fang Ming had no more scruples, the thought in his heart grew like a wild weed, and he couldn't control it anymore.

The hand stretched out slowly, but trembling, Fang Ming knew that maybe when his right hand touched the painting in front of him, the answer to the mystery would be revealed.

The painting on the canvas is a sunflower in full bloom. The unique lumps and bright colors of the oil painting make the whole painting appear golden in color, which looks like the hot sun in midsummer.

"Phew! What do you care about it? No matter what it is, you have to figure it out, right? Even if there is no reaction, there is no loss!"

Fang Ming gritted his teeth, stretched his hand forward and pressed it directly on the painting.

"Silk!"

As soon as his hand was placed on the painting, Fang Ming blinked his eyes, and then widened suddenly. The oil painting in front of him seemed to be splashed with a spoonful of boiling oil, and it made a "silk" sound when it was fried, which made him feel even more unbelievable. What happened, thousands of thin threads like spider silk appeared on the oil painting in front of me, as if silver threads were intertwined, and then Pixiu suddenly appeared on his right hand.

"125 million!"

Fang Ming, who had quite a lot of experience earlier, saw the Pixiu appearing on the back of his right hand, and immediately judged the true value of the painting in front of him.

"130 million!"

"150 million!"

……

Fang Ming tested five or six pictures in a row, and found that everything was going to be unfavorable.

"Clap clap clap!"

There was a burst of clear applause behind him, Fang Ming paused, turned around and saw that Ning Yuan was standing less than two meters behind him, applauding him gently.

"It's really unexpected that you have such an accurate appraisal vision in oil painting."

After putting the painting away, Ning Yuan came back. When she saw Fang Ming looking at her painting, she didn't make a sound immediately, but stood quietly. She wanted to see what Fang Ming was doing.Then, she saw Fang Ming touching his painting, and immediately reported a number in a low voice. At the beginning, Ning Yuan didn't quite understand what Fang Ming was talking about, but soon realized that what he said should be The value of her paintings, and what surprised her was that five or six paintings in succession were quoted prices that were quite close to the market value of her paintings, and some of them were not bad at all.

From Zheng Ru, Ning Yuan knew that Fang Ming was a master in antique appraisal, but he didn't expect Fang Ming to have such a vision in appraising oil paintings.

"Oh, I'm talking nonsense, am I right?"

Fang Ming smiled. His heart was far from being as calm as it appeared on the surface. On the contrary, he was quite excited, because the oil paintings identified just now have a common characteristic that they have been painted long ago, and the oil paint on them has already dried out.

This shows that the ability of the Pixiu on his right hand can not only identify wet oil paintings, but also dry oil paintings!
"Grandma, it seems that I need to pack my bags and go abroad sometime to see if I can pick up some good things and come back."

Fang Ming was ecstatic in his heart, the tasteless abilities before could finally come in handy.

Can nonsense be so accurate?
Ning Yuan is not a three-year-old child, of course he doesn't believe Fang Ming's words, but there is no way to pursue this matter.

"I heard from Zheng Ru that the purpose of your study of Western oil paintings is to go abroad to find leaks?"

Ning Yuan sat down on the sofa and drew all night. After Fang Ming came, she struggled a lot. She was also a little tired. When she sat down, she wanted to shrink into the sofa.

Seeing this, Fang Ming boiled water, made a cup of hot coffee and handed it to Ning Yuan.

"Thank you."

Ning Yuan took the coffee, took a few gulps and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and his spirit slowly recovered.

Fang Ming also sat down on the sofa. He didn't sleep last night, but because he was excited about solving the Pixiu's ability, he certainly didn't feel sleepy.

"Yes! I'm in this line of business. Picking up leaks is a great way to make money, so I came up with this idea."

"Then tell me when you go, I want to go out for a walk too."

Fang Ming was overjoyed when he heard that Ning Yuan was an expert in this field, and it would be the best to have her as a colleague. Apart from other things, she was definitely familiar with the situation abroad, which was beyond his ability. With her If you are here, you don't have to rush around like a "blind man".

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Fang Ming chatted with Ning Yuan for a while and then left - Ning Yuan was about to rest, so he couldn't stay any longer.

After leaving the Ningyuan studio, Fang Ming didn't leave Ningde Road immediately, but after thinking for a while, he turned around and walked into another studio.

"Hi, it's a pleasure to serve you."

As soon as Fang Ming walked in, a beautiful woman in a black professional suit came over immediately, her polite attitude made people feel quite comfortable.

"I want to buy a painting, so come and see it."

Although he had already tested his abilities in Ningyuan, he was still a little uneasy. He entered this studio just to test it again.

"I don't know if you have any specific requirements? For example, what style? Or what kind of content?"

"There are no special requirements for the content. As for the style, I think Cubism is good."

Cubism is a movement and school in the history of modern Western art. It started in France in the early nineteenth century and belongs to a school in the avant-garde art movement. Its appearance had a huge impact on European painting and sculpture in the early twentieth century.This art school pursues the beauty of geometric shapes and the aesthetic feeling produced by the arrangement and combination of forms.

When this art form first appeared, it was not recognized by many people, but it is different now, and various artistic ideas have been recognized by people.

"We don't have cubist oil paintings here, but we have cubist sculptures here. I wonder if you are interested?"

Fang Ming was overjoyed when he heard it, and said, "Okay! Take me to have a look."

There are two main forms of Western art, one is painting and the other is sculpture. He has been studying oil painting for the past few days, but he has not had time to touch sculpture. Hearing that there are sculptures in this studio, he naturally wants to try himself Does the ability of the right hand also work?

Soon, Fang Ming saw a half-person tall sculpture on a shelf in a corner.

"This is the most famous sculpture in our studio, named "Knife". By showing the knife from different angles, we try to show the different feeling of the knife under different visual angles. A perspective on the darkness of reality..."

Fang Ming touched his nose, he really couldn't understand the sculpture in front of him.The previous cramming knowledge gave him a general idea of ​​what Cubism is, but it didn't mean he could appreciate this kind of art.

"I wonder if I can touch it?"

The only way to know if Pixiu's supernatural ability can work is to touch the sculptures, and Fang Ming, the guide book owner, made this request.

"Okay, no problem."

Fang Ming nodded, slowly stretched out his hand, and lightly pressed it on the sculpture in front of him.

After a while, Pixiu slowly appeared on the back of the right hand, but judging by the color, it is estimated that it is only worth 10 yuan——Pixiu's shadow is crumbling and almost dissipating, which is the lower limit of Pixiu's reaction.

"Sir, do you want this sculpture?"

Looking at the price on it, Fang Ming shook his head and said, "No, thank you."

Are you kidding me, asking for 10 million for something worth only 200?I really thought I was being taken advantage of.

"If you really like it, the price can be negotiated, and I can give you a [-]% discount."

"10 yuan, if you want, I'll buy it."

"Sir, it's impossible. With the status of an artist who completed this sculpture, it's worth at least 170 million. How about this? Considering our cost, how about 175 million? This is already the best price gone."

Fang Ming shook his head, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Strange, why is his eyes so vicious? Is he an expert?"

After Fang Ming left, what was left behind was a shop assistant muttering to himself...

(End of this chapter)