Portable Museum

Zhang Junping also replied in fluent French: "I have a few oil paintings here and I plan to sell them.

Please take a look! "

Zhang Junping said and handed the canvas in his hand to the other party.

"Sir, we have relatively high requirements for oil paintings here..." the female shop assistant opened the canvas while explaining.

When the canvas was opened, the words in his mouth could no longer be uttered.

To be a salesperson in a gallery, one must have a certain vision.

"Sir, wait a moment! I'm going to ask the manager to come over!" After the female shop assistant finished speaking, she put down the painting and hurried into the studio in the gallery.

Zhang Junping smiled, as expected of a large gallery, the female salesperson has a good eye.

The female shop assistant must have seen something, so she left in such a hurry.

Zhang Junping waited for two or three minutes, and the female shop assistant walked out with a middle-aged man in his forties with a small braid.

"Sir, just now the clerk said he was not sure, can I have a look at your painting again?" the middle-aged man with braids said politely to Zhang Junping.

"Yes!" Zhang Junping nodded.

"This... How is this possible? This is impossible!" The middle-aged man with braids looked at the painting again and muttered.

There was an incredulous look on his face.

After coming for a long time, the middle-aged man with braids didn't care about talking to Zhang Junping, he hurried into the room and came out with a picture book.

Turn to one of them and compare them carefully.

"Oh my god, this is incredible! I can't believe my eyes!" The middle-aged man with braided hair became more and more surprised when he compared them, and he couldn't help exclaiming.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at Zhang Junping, and asked eagerly, "Where did you get these oil paintings?"

"Acquired by chance at a flea market.

I also learned to paint, and I felt good, so I bought it back.

Recently, on hand... so..." Zhang Junping finally revealed a shy expression on his face.

"Sir, your painting is not bad, we accept it.

Are you going to consign it?Or sell directly to our gallery? "The joy flashed across the face of the middle-aged man, and he asked with a smile.

"Sell it directly, how much can you give?"

"Your paintings are all good, I can give you [-] francs!" The middle-aged man with braids pondered for a moment and said.

Zhang Junping didn't speak, stepped forward to roll up the oil painting and was about to leave.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"You guys are lying! After I bought these paintings back home, the old Lu Ge who often sketched with me told me one hundred thousand pieces and bought my paintings, but I didn't buy them for him." Zhang Junping showed a look of resentment , You lied to me and said.

"Wait, maybe I didn't see it clearly just now, let me see it again!" The braided middle-aged man hurriedly stopped Zhang Junping and said with a smile.

"Don't try to lie to me, I've asked several people." Zhang Junping said with an inexperienced look.

"Our Stuart Gallery has a history of 100 years. Picasso... how could he lie? Don't worry, I will take a good look this time and I will definitely give you a high price." The braided middle-aged man just mentioned Picasso, suddenly Shut up, and changed the subject.

"Okay! Look at it!" Zhang Junping handed the painting to the other party again.

"I'll take a good look this time!" The middle-aged man with braids was looking at the painting, but he was thinking about the right price.

"How much do you want to sell?" The female shop assistant next to him, seeing the middle-aged man's embarrassment, approached Zhang Junping and asked softly.

"At least 2000 million francs.

Although this painting is not Picasso's, the level of imitation is very high.

It has high collection value. Zhang Junping also stopped pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and directly opened his mouth to break the fluke mentality of the braided middle-aged man.

Hearing Zhang Junping's words, the braided middle-aged man was not only not disappointed, but was ecstatic.

Is this painting an imitation of Picasso?

"Your painting is really good, even I saw it wrong just now.

You also said that this is an imitation.

2000 million is impossible!

How much is a genuine Picasso?

I will give you up to 200 million francs. "

"Not for sale!" Zhang Junping shook his head very simply.

As he spoke, he wanted to take the painting away.

This time it was the female shop assistant who stopped Zhang Junping, "Don't worry, sir, it's natural that you come and go to bargain.

You give up a little, and my boss will give you a little more. "

This female salesperson can only be described as average, but she has a good figure, and the most important thing is that she has a good temperament, an intellectual beauty, and a nice voice.

People can't help but feel close to each other.

"Let me let 100 million francs! 900 million francs, this is the lowest."

"Five hundred francs, that's as much as I can offer.

You are not a genuine Picasso. "

Zhang Junping made a gesture to leave again, but was persuaded by the shop assistant again.

Finally, Zhang Junping sold four imitation Picasso oil paintings to the other party at the price of 1000 million francs.

After signing the contract, Zhang Junping received a check for 4000 million francs.

After leaving the gallery, Zhang Junping walked forward for a while, checked that no one was following him, turned around and entered a public toilet.

After a few minutes, he came out with a roll of canvas.

He walked into another gallery and sold four imitation Picasso oil paintings to the other party at a price of 100 million francs in the same way.

France is the capital of art, with hundreds of large and small galleries.

Zhang Junping didn't eat at noon, and he was busy until the gallery closed at night, before he sold all the more than 300 oil paintings.

The reason why I was in such a hurry was to beat the time difference.

Although Zhang Junping sold it to the other party as a counterfeit, and the contract did not specify that it was a painting by Picasso or Da Vinci, it only said that it was a certain oil painting.

However, those bosses who bought paintings did not buy them as fakes.

In their hearts, they bought it so readily only after they were sure that it was genuine.

Otherwise, no matter how good the painting is, they will not give such a high price, or they will not accept the painting in cash, and at most they will sell it on consignment.

Consignment is the most common transaction mode for galleries.

The painter puts his paintings in the gallery, and the gallery sells them on behalf of the gallery. After the sale, the gallery draws a certain percentage of commission, and the rest is given to the painter.

The reason why Zhang Junping was so anxious was because he was afraid that they would find out that these paintings were really imitations.

Although Zhang Junping's imitations are truer than the real ones, there must be problems when hundreds of paintings by more than a dozen famous artists appear on the market at once.

It's not dirty, it's a fake.

Therefore, Zhang Junping rushed to sell all these paintings in one afternoon.

The next day, after breakfast, Zhang Junping did not put on any makeup, and went to the French branch of UBS with a check in his true colors, and deposited the check.

Pocket the check first.

This time it was really a bumper harvest, with 340 five paintings, and the average transaction price was about 1000 million francs.

A total of 34 billion francs in revenue.

I don't know if those gallery owners will vomit blood after knowing the truth.

After depositing the check, Zhang Junping took a taxi directly to the airport.

Buy a plane ticket and fly to Prussia.

Only a fool would stay in Paris and wait for revenge.

Even if they didn't call the police, they wouldn't just admit that they were unlucky.

These galleries can take out so much money at once, and the bosses behind them are not simple people.

Until Zhang Junping arrived in Berlin, the events in Paris were still brewing.

At this time, George Fairborn, the big boss behind the Stuart Gallery, already knew that his gallery had received several high-quality oil paintings.

George Fairburn was, of course, very happy.

After taking it back and enjoying it for yourself, start arranging housekeepers and preparing for a party.

Alone Better Together.

The joy of art collecting is sharing.

In other words, it's about showing off and pretending.

The second is appreciation.

After giving the order, the housekeeper prepared for the party, and he started calling to invite people to the party.

After a few phone calls, George Fairburn felt as if something was wrong.

Because the few friends he called, they also received several high-quality oil paintings, all of which were works by famous modern artists.

George Fairburn didn't bother to call again.

I took out the oil painting and studied it carefully again, but still found no problem.

The painting style, brush technique, and even the colors are in line with Picasso's characteristics.

However, there are so many Picasso oil paintings on the market at once.

Could it be that someone discovered the treasure left by Picasso?

Uneasy, George Fairborn called and invited several artists and appraisal experts he was familiar with to come over for appraisal.

Artists look at oil paintings with more exaggerated expressions than George Fairburne.

It was a kind of homage to a great artist.

Several identification experts did not find the problem at first.

Until an expert touched the oil painting with his hand and suddenly shouted: "What is this?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Everyone looked at the expert in doubt.

"Look, here, these seem to be Chinese characters."

"Chinese character?"

"Yes, Chinese characters! I also did some research on Chinese characters when I studied ancient Chinese cultural relics.

Here, if you adjust the angle, you will see that there are two Chinese characters. "

This discovery undoubtedly proves that these oil paintings are imitations.

It hit those artists harder when it was found to be a knockoff.

Some of them claimed to be Picasso's students.

As a teacher's student, I can't tell whether the teacher's painting is a real imitation.

George Fairburn asked with a gloomy expression, "Can you be sure which two Chinese characters they are?"

"These two words are flat imitation."

"Imitation?"

"Yes, these oil paintings should be imitated by a person named Ping." The appraisal expert explained.

"Thank you, Dennis! If it weren't for your discovery, we would still be kept in the dark.

Just a moment, I'll make a call. "George Fairburn said politely, and turned to make a phone call.

At this point, it wasn't just George Fairburn who felt something was wrong.