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"Famous works?"

Qin Yang smiled faintly, and quickly turned his head to scan the surroundings. He saw a little old man walking towards this side not far from the left. That's right, it was the little old man who picked up the leak 10 minutes ago. He immediately retracted his gaze and concentrated on Looking for the kraft paper tube, he had carefully looked at the paper tube just now, there was a small piece of black ink on the seal of the paper tube, remembering this feature would make it much easier to find things.

The little old man walked to the painting booth, reached out and picked up a kraft paper tube to look at, the old man showed a look of interest, he shook the paper tube in his hand, and asked a few words, he spoke in Dutch , Qin Yang couldn't understand a word, but his attention was focused on the paper tube in the old man's hand, there was no black ink on the place where the seal was pasted.

The stall owner said: "This is a collection of paintings in the museum. It only costs ten euros a pair. If you are lucky enough, you may find works of famous artists there." The other people who bought the goods heard it.

The little old man put down the kraft paper tube, muttered a few words in his mouth, then stretched out his hand to grab another kraft paper tube, just when his fingers were about to touch the paper tube, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed the paper tube , the little old man was slightly taken aback, then turned his head to look, and the one who grabbed the paper tube was a young man with yellow skin and dark eyes.

"Ten euros, lend me the scissors."

It was Qin Yang who grabbed the paper tube. He handed a banknote that he had prepared to the stall owner, and pointed to the large scissors in front of the stall owner.

The stall owner was stunned, reached out to take the banknotes, picked up the scissors, and handed it over. Qin Yang took the scissors and clicked the seal of the paper tube a few times, and pulled out a canvas from the inside. The scroll unfolded, and it was an oil painting. It is a scene of a golden autumn harvest. Several peasant women are picking wheat ears in the rice fields, some are wiping sweat, some are chatting, and some are bowing down to pick up wheat ears...the expressions are lifelike, with a smile on their faces , The smiles on everyone's faces are different, and the painter draws the faces of all living beings with one pen.

There is a red signature in the lower left corner of the oil painting, Vincent, and a red line under the signature.

"Hey! Where have I seen this signature?"

Christina has studied oil paintings to some extent, and when she saw the signature on the lower left corner of the canvas, she felt very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"The painting is very good, it should be good to take it back and put it on the wall."

Qin Yang smiled faintly, and was about to roll up the canvas and put it in a paper tube.

"Young man, I like this painting very much. I offer a thousand euros, can you give me the painting?"

It was the little old man who spoke. He held a small stack of banknotes in front of Qin Yang and stopped him from collecting the paintings.

Qin Yang glanced at the banknote in the old man's hand and shook his head: "I don't intend to sell it, if you like painting, buy it yourself."

The little old man shook the banknotes in his hand: "I just like yours, two thousand euros, sell it to me."

Qin Yang directly rolled up the canvas and put it into the paper tube, gently pushed the banknotes that the old man held out in front of him, and said, "Sorry, I'm not short of money, and I won't sell the things I like no matter how much they give me."

Christina suddenly thought of something, her voice suddenly raised an octave, and she said loudly: "I remembered, the signature on this painting is Van Gogh, my God, did you find a painting of Van Gogh? It's so amazing. It's unbelievable."

Qin Yang stuffed the paper tube directly into her arms, and said with a smile: "Even if it has Van Gogh's signature, it may not be his painting, it may be an imitation, but the imitation is not bad, you take it, we will Walk around!"

Christina hugged the paper tube tightly, and said excitedly: "I know a friend who is very good at oil painting, I can call him now to verify the authenticity."

Qin Yang smiled slightly and said, "Okay, call him over." After speaking, he walked unhurriedly towards the front stall, knowing in his heart that this oil painting might be authentic, and the little old man seemed to be It's not the stall owner's nurse, and he doesn't understand why the little old man chose this authentic work.

The little old man sighed softly, turned and left the art booth.

The master and apprentice wandered around the flea market for an hour. Qin Yang found a pair of sheepskin half-finger gloves and a stainless steel nunchuck, and Christina found a silver ring with meteorite diamonds and a cartoon pillow.

After experiencing the prosperity of the flea market, the master and apprentice drove to a cafe. Christina invited the friend who appraised the oil painting to drink coffee together, and by the way appraised the signed painting of Van Gogh from the flea market.

Christina ordered a cup of hand-ground coffee, and Qin Yang ordered a cup of latte. In fact, he has no feeling for this kind of bitter drink, and now he is doing as the Romans do.

The master and apprentice drank half a cup of coffee, and a man in a suit and leather shoes came over. The first impression of this buddy is two words, big head, if you use three words to describe it, it is big head, if you use Four words to describe it, that is, the head is very big.

"Hi! Peterson!"

Christina raised her hand to greet the big-headed man, and introduced him: "This is the one that taught me Kung Fu, Teacher Qin."

The big-headed man smiled and stretched out his hand to Qin Yang: "Mr. Qin, nice to meet you!"

Qin Yang also reached out to shake hands with him, and said with a smile: "Please sit down, and order what you want to drink."

The big-headed man Peterson sat down, called the waiter to order a cup of hand-ground coffee, and held out his hand to Christina: "Where are the paintings? Show me."

Christina picked up the paper tube beside her and handed it over: "Ms. Qin bought it at a flea market. I look like a Van Gogh painting."

Peterson took the paper tube and asked with a smile, "I found a Van Gogh painting in a flea market? The odds are not much higher than winning the lottery. For the sake of the coffee, I can help you identify it, but please don't take it too seriously." Hope." Reaching out to take out the canvas from the paper tube, he unfolded it on his knees and held it in his hand for a closer look.

Christina said: "As soon as I found the painting, someone paid [-] Euros to buy it. I think the thing may be authentic. The flea market is a place where miracles happen!"

Peterson smiled lightly and said, "There are too many such things. The person who paid [-] euros for the painting may be an actor the stall owner is looking for to sell more goods."

Qin Yang nodded and said, "According to what you say, it's really possible, but something worth ten euros is at least a work of art."

"what!"

Peterson's eyes lit up, he raised the canvas in his hands a few points, and moved his head closer to look carefully. After looking at it for a while, he took out a high-power magnifying glass with a light from his pocket and looked closely at the canvas. The waiter brought it He didn't take a second look at the coffee either. At this moment, he had already immersed himself in the painting.

About a quarter of an hour later, Peterson put down the high-powered magnifying glass in his hand, opened his mouth and let out a sigh of relief, and said with a serious face: "Now I can confirm that this painting is indeed the work of Master Van Gogh, and its value is inestimable. .”