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Dake looked at Zhang Chenfeng in surprise, his eyes were full of admiration, as if he didn't think that a person could know so much about Picasso so thoroughly.

You know, the life of this kind of character, most people must just read it and pass it by.

However, the young man in front of him actually memorized Picasso's affairs by heart. He is obviously a person who likes Picasso's paintings. Ordinary painters can't do it at all, and they don't even bother to do it.

As for why Zhang Chenfeng knew his name, Dake didn't ask. He thought that Fei Xiang had already introduced him before he came.

Seeing Zhang Chenfeng looking at him with a smile, he came back to his senses, suddenly applauded, and said with a smile: "Okay, that's very good. This gentleman, you are the first person I have ever seen who can tell the story of Mr. Picasso. You are a complete person, so you should be a Picasso lover."

"I'm not his fan." Zhang Chenfeng smiled and shook his head, "In our family, children usually learn Picasso's paintings first. If they can't draw well, they can't draw our Huaxia ink paintings."

"Oh! My God! Is it true?!"

Da Ke looked at Zhang Chenfeng in disbelief. It is really amazing that a child learns to paint and learn from Picasso. He has never heard of it before. It really surprised him!

Zhang Chenfeng said with a slight smile: "Of course it is true, otherwise, I would not be able to understand Picasso's paintings. Besides, I usually pay more attention to the study of cultural lessons, and I don't go to see these things, so I only occasionally listen to children talking about each other. I just found out."

"You bullshit!"

Fei Xiang glared at Zhang Chenfeng, knowing that Zhang Chenfeng was trying to deceive foreigners.

Foreigners don't understand Chinese culture, so they naturally believed Zhang Chenfeng's words.

But he didn't know that it was fake, and there were children who would learn these things, didn't they just learn some turtles or something.

"Why am I talking nonsense?"

Zhang Chenfeng looked at Fei Xiang with a smile.

Fei Xiang sneered and said, "Don't think Dake is ignorant, we Huaxia primary school students all learn the simplest painting, painting flowers or animals, where there is blood or Picasso, I think you are just..."

"What is it?" Zhang Chenfeng interrupted Fei Xiang, "People like you who live at the bottom will not be treated like this, don't you know the identity of our family? Forget it, I won't tell You, because you don't need to know."

After a pause, Zhang Chenfeng sneered: "Don't forget what kind of identity Qiao Xi is. If our family's strength is not top-notch, how can he be with me when he comes to China. By the way, since you love painting so much, then Tell me, why is this painting real?"

Song Qiaoxi smiled secretly, knowing that Zhang Chenfeng was deliberately mocking what Fei Xiang said about him hanging silk.

But when Zhang Chenfeng asked Fei Xiang to describe why the painting was real, she was more interested, because she wanted to see how Fei Xiang defended it.

How to tell a fake painting into a real painting?

However, Fei Xiang was confused by Zhang Chenfeng's question.

He doesn't know anything about Picasso's paintings. He has no research on Picasso's paintings at all. After all, he just plays around and pretends to be a painter, which is easier to deceive women. As for painting, it is not his hobby at all.

So Zhang Chenfeng asked him to talk about Picasso's paintings. He really couldn't say anything. If he had to say something, he could only say one word, okay!

Seeing Dake and Song Qiaoxi looking at him, Fei Xiang frowned and said, "What qualifications do you have to tell me that since Mr. Dake rented it at a high price, it must be true. Do you want to deny Dake Sir, what is your contribution to this art exhibition? You know, this art exhibition is also very important to the high-level officials of Jianghai City. You don’t understand anything, and you talk nonsense, I think you have to leave here. "

"Fei Xiang..."

Song Qiaoxi wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhang Chenfeng.

Zhang Chenfeng took a step forward, and said lightly: "Picasso advocated cubism. His abstract paintings subjectively showed that the sunlight irradiated in a spiral shape, which is different from the light in the objective world that travels along a straight line. Picasso often drew consciously when he was a child. spiral objects, although he could not at all explain what was being painted. Cubist artists pursued fragmentation, analysis, and recombination of forms to form separate pictures."

Then, he walked to the side of the painting, pointed through the glass and said: "It's like this painting, you can take a closer look, this painting describes the object from many angles, Placed in the same picture to express the most complete image of the object. The various angles of the object are interlaced and stacked, resulting in many vertical and parallel line angles and scattered shadows, making the Cubist picture without traditional The illusion of three-dimensional space caused by the perspective method of Western painting, but, as a painter, do you really feel the illusion of three-dimensional space in this painting?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Chenfeng sneered, "If you are really a qualified painter, I think from the first glance, you should know that this painting is fake, it cannot be real."

"you!"

Fei Xiang didn't expect Zhang Chenfeng to be able to speak clearly and logically, but he had a feeling of turning black and white.

Song Qiaoxi looked at Zhang Chenfeng in surprise. He thought that Zhang Chenfeng judged by the owner of this painting, but he did not expect that Zhang Chenfeng had such a brilliant opinion on this painting. In just a few sentences, he even compared Picasso's The style of the work speaks for itself.

This……

He is really good!

Song Qiaoxi felt a sense of worship in his heart!

Ever since she knew that Zhang Chenfeng was the magic dragon, she had always admired him very much, but now she became even fanatical, making her feel as happy as eating honey.

Fei Xiang found that Song Qiaoxi's eyes were not right, he turned around to look at Duck with some taste, and said, "Dak, for such a person, I don't think we should welcome him to appear in our art exhibition, so I hope You can get the security to drive him out."

Dake looked at Fei Xiang, suddenly smiled, then shook his head calmly.

"Dark, you..."

Fei Xiang didn't expect that Dake would reject his proposal. He was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why Dake was like this, why he didn't agree to himself. When he was on the road just now, he made an agreement and promised himself. .

Seeing that Fei Xiang was anxious, Dake shook his head and said slowly, "Xiang, don't worry, listen to me."

When Fei Xiang saw that Dake was about to go out, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he looked at Zhang Chenfeng with disdain.

He knew that if Dake opened his mouth, he would definitely blame Zhang Chenfeng. At that time, Zhang Chenfeng would lose face and let him leave on his own initiative.

However, when Duck uttered the first sentence, he froze.

"You are right, sir."

Dake smiled slightly at Zhang Chenfeng, suddenly stretched out his right hand, placed it on his abdomen, and bowed slowly to Zhang Chenfeng.

This action is obviously admiration for Zhang Chenfeng's explanation just now. I didn't expect that someone would analyze Picasso so thoroughly.