genius psychologist

Chapter 83 [Mr. Painter]

at dusk.

A street full of graffiti.

There are all kinds of hand-painted patterns on the walls, a large part of which are weird abstract art paintings.

In a chaotic gallery, there are paintings that ordinary people don't know how to appreciate.

"Snapped"

Dong Ergou squatted down and smoked a cigarette slowly. In front of him was an extremely abstract painting, like a black board, with traces left by waving white chalk randomly.

Everyone is very serious, trying to appreciate the soul art of this painting.

Qi Xiaogou responded awkwardly: "I don't understand."

Sun Yuan sat on the side with his legs crossed, and said with a joking smile: "Nonsense, if art can be understood, it is not called art."

He went on to introduce: "This painting is the work of the American abstract art master, Tomboli, and it is called "Blackboard"!"

"A while ago at Sotheby's auction, it was sold at a sky-high price of more than 7000 million U.S. dollars, setting a record for this year's auction!"

Dong Ergou squatted there and studied it carefully for a while. He silently estimated the exchange rate and said, "That's more than four hundred million!"

The magic thief Zhong Xujie naturally has a relatively in-depth understanding of this kind of artwork, and he said excitedly: "Brother Sun seems to have researched it!"

"But compared to this, I prefer Hirst's "Shark", which also sold [-] million."

Sun Yuan smiled without saying a word or denying it. He didn't know much about art, but because it was valuable, he was still involved.

Both the "Blackboard" and "Shark" are among the works that have caused a sensation in recent years.

And this kind of work, the number of fakes on the market is also incalculable.

There are also good and bad fakes, and the gap is huge.

Zhong Xujie analyzed: "The vast majority of fakes are shoddy and can't stand serious scrutiny."

"If it can be used to deceive a little, it means that the artist who painted the fake is quite good!"

"But this painting is obviously a super-level imitation. From the detailed texture and the overwhelming texture, I smell a professional taste. Unless there are experts who have in-depth research on the real thing, there should be no way It was seen in a short time that it was a fake."

"I conservatively estimate that it can last for 2 minutes."

Dong Ergou murmured, "It's only 2 minutes, is it enough?"

Zhong Xujie replied confidently: "You are enough, I have no problem!"

Everyone, look at me, and I look at you.

Liang Fu decided decisively: "If that's the case, let's take this painting!"

After all, they looked towards the creator of this fake, a "painter" with messy hair and dyed clothes.

Sun Yuan also squinted his eyes and said to himself: "Among the many imitation painters of the abstract art school, the old man's skill is probably considered rare."

The "painter" has white hair all over his head, and he looks as if he is already in his 60s.

The old painter coughed twice, and then smiled modestly: "It's just a compliment, it's just a compliment!"

"I don't know how much the old man is willing to sell this "Blackboard" to us?" Liang Fu asked curiously.

All of a sudden.

All eyes fell on the old man.

The old man narrowed his wrinkled eyes, then raised his hands and spread them out.

Dong Ergou frowned, and said in astonishment, "Fifty thousand?"

Whisper!
Sun Yuan looked at Dong Ergou as if looking at a fool, and then corrected: "It's 50!"

"Is the fake one so expensive?" Qi Xiaogou was a little confused. They used to be wineries, and they gambled a few times from time to time, racing cars or something.

I really don't know much about the market for such fake paintings.

The deep eyes of the old man looked around the expressions of these customers, secretly trying to figure out their ability to accept the price, and then asked with a deep meaning: "Who told you this is fake?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds to suddenly understand what it meant.

"Interesting, bought it!"

Sun Yuan laughed heartily and said, "The old man is right, no one says it's fake!"

After finishing speaking, he directly opened the black suitcase next to him, counted 50 cash on the spot, and put it on the table.

Those who can find such a place to buy fakes are naturally not ordinary people.

Seeing that Liang Fu and others paid so simply, the old painter was not too surprised. Instead, he silently picked up the black cloth and wrapped the "Blackboard" and sent it to Sun Yuan.

Turning around, he took away the 50 yuan in cash. The whole process seemed extremely skillful and familiar.

Sun Yuan took the painting into the car, and then everyone looked at each other, and waved goodbye to the old painter with a polite smile.

As soon as Qi Xiaogou stepped on the accelerator, the car quickly disappeared into the alley.

As if it had never been here before.

……

After a few minutes.

Nobody noticed at all.

In the messy gallery just now, a man in his early 30s with a beard and a beard on his face held a painting and put it back in the vacated space.

The vacant place was naturally the "Blackboard" bought by Liang Fu and the others.

What is put back on it now is a forgery that is exactly the same as the painting that was bought just now.

The old man said with emotion: "Mr.'s paintings are getting more and more real."

I am afraid that very few people know that the man who is really called "Mr. Painter" by the outside world is actually this man in his 30s.

And the old man with gray hair is just his housekeeper.

Mr. Painter showed a puzzled look, frowned and said, "They didn't even make a counter-offer."

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "Maybe it's impatient, maybe I've found a buyer, and I'll make money as soon as I resell it. I don't care about the money at all."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple!" Mr. Painter squinted his eyes as if thinking of something interesting, and said under his breath, "Didn't you read the news?"

"news?"

The old man thought that something serious had happened, he shook his head in a panic and said, "What news?"

Mr. Painter explained earnestly: "Among the group of people just now, there is a man surnamed Zhong, who is a fugitive who was rescued from the Luoyang prison robbery a few days ago."

The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and asked in shock: "Then..."

"I checked on purpose. This person used to be a thief, who only steals rare collections in museums or art exhibitions!" Mr. Painter whispered indifferently: "And just next week, there will be an exhibition of international abstract art in China. Blackboard" may be displayed!"

Hearing this, the old man suddenly set off a stormy sea!
"Could they be!!!"

Mr. Painter looked out the door with complicated eyes, then silently picked up a cigarette and lit it with a "snap".

Then he said slowly: "Clean up these two days, it's time to change places."

The old man hesitated for a few seconds before he nodded in response. If the group of people just now exchanged fake paintings for real ones, then if they are found out, it is very likely that they will be implicated.

Thinking of this, he secretly regretted that this painting would not be sold if he had known earlier!

Just now, I was glad that the other party didn't counter-offer and made a little more money. I didn't expect that I almost got into trouble.

　Wow, I was so angry that I got up to write at ten o'clock in the morning. I wrote half a page and deleted it if I didn't like it. I rewrote a chapter and deleted it again if I didn't like it. I just typed it out now.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)