Yang Can didn't bother to help Xue Qiyuan, a wealthy female host, to be fair. She lost her money so much. She just wanted to watch it slowly, spend more time, keep watching the watch, and hold on for another quarter of an hour. Perseverance is victory.
But the facts did not proceed according to Yang Can’s imagination. Xue Qiyuan originally planned to check more, but when she heard that Shen Qing wanted to buy, she immediately looked back and put down the magnifying glass: "Okay, Manager Qian, I have all these paintings. Yes, you can set the price." He agreed very readily.
Manager Qian turned his head and talked with those French people for a few words. It seemed that there was a small dispute in the middle. Then he turned his head and said respectfully: "Xue always buys so many at a time, and our French dealer also agrees to give you one. Preferential prices, "Olive Tree by Estaque", 820,000 Euros, "Tahiti Scenery", 730,000 Euros, as for that "Poverty"." Manager Qian sighed with regret: "Er Mr. Wen insists that it is less than 980,000 euros, and he will not sell it."
Xue Qiyuan was quite satisfied with her delicate eyebrows. The market price of "Olive Tree by Estaque" and "Tahiti Scenery" were all around 850,000 Euros. Although the market price of the "Poverty" should be around 850,000 euros. 950,000, but it's still a good deal in the final calculation, and I clicked a pretty chin.
Yang Can saw that she was conscious of the idea of calling Chen Ya over, and her heart shook. When she made this call, she realized that the other side did not answer the phone, and the affairs of her crew might be horrible. She must not be allowed to make this call. With a heart move, he quickly patted the head of the Tibetan Mastiff and said in its ear: "Wangcai! Good... Help... Help me bite the picture in the middle..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow "Mao" Tibetan Mastiff's eyes lit up with an "Oh" and rushed out like an arrow. When everyone exclaimed, he slammed into the Picasso's "Poverty" with his teeth. After taking a bite and biting the corner of the painting, Manager Qian and several French guys were shocked. They went up and yelled and pulled Wangcai away, but they couldn't twist the big dog like a lion.
It was not until Yang Can stepped forward to "touch" and "touch" its back that Wangcai became docile. This sudden change caused both Xue Qiyuan and Shen Qing to be stunned. It took a few seconds to wake up and Shen Qing angrily He glared at the yellow "hair" Tibetan Mastiff, then looked at Yang Can complainingly, then turned around and said to Xue Qiyuan: "This is the breeder you hired? Even Leonardo doesn't care about it. Did you mean it? Yes, you don't want me to get this painting, right?" Suspect that Xue Qiyuan was deliberate.
"Am I so perverted?" Xue Qiyuan was also a little unexpected about this situation, but she was not as excited as Shen Qing, just looked at Yang Can: "Go, call Chen Ya, I want her to follow me in person Explain this matter." Although it was Leonardo's dog's madness, Yang Can, the breeder's responsibility, couldn't be shied away, and Xue Qiyuan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.
Looking at her consciousness, Yang Can couldn't help but muttered: "Mother, this woman is too vicious, and she wants to sue me for losing money." He smiled on his face and said: "Mr. Xue, I see here. Naduo is so spiritual, I'm afraid it was not suddenly crazy, I'm afraid there is a problem with the painting itself."
As soon as he said this, Shen Qing's face sank on the spot, staring fiercely. Xue Qiyuan said with a bit of disbelief: "Xue Qiyuan, do your people understand the rules!" A new breeder just came to raise her. How can an employee "interrupt" in such a thing? No one can justify this.
"Slander... This is naked "naked" "naked" slander! Mr. Xue, I am now beginning to doubt your sincerity in buying paintings. My French friend and I rushed over so far, but you ordered a dog to come with such a person. Insult us, this... this." The money manager, flushed with anger, almost roared. The most taboo occupation of their intermediary agent is honesty. If this touches the bottom line of the profession, he should not go crazy. strange.
Several Frenchmen listened to Manager Qian, who was stuttering with his chest, translated Yang Can’s words, and immediately jumped up and danced, cursing and angry. The flat-headed man named Irvine wanted to kick Yang Can when he was most excited. Fortunately, I was held back by a few other people, which was a complete humiliation for them, humiliating their noble French nation.
Under such a chaotic scene, Xue Qiyuan calmed down first, quietly took a sip of the coffee at hand and took a sip, calmly, this is her habit, no matter what happens suddenly. You have to slow down and stabilize your emotions before you react. People's judgment is extremely low when they are excited.
If this painting is true, why are these people so excited? Do French people think that they will not be able to accompany them or they will fall behind
As soon as this thought passed through Xue Qiyuan's mind, Xue Qiyuan immediately felt that this thing was a little strange, and he looked at Yang Can meaningfully, then re-evaluated the unsurprising man and asked: "You said there is a problem with this painting, is there any basis ?"
Before she finished speaking, Shen Qing stared at her with wide eyes and incredulously: "Xue Qiyuan, aren't you... You shouldn't believe what a breeder said!" Sitting on the sofa, Xue Qiyuan waved his hands calmly. The brilliance of the tender eyes made a look, and Shen Qing immediately closed her mouth. To be honest, since she was a child, whenever her cousin was serious, Shen Qing was really afraid of her, and she didn’t. Know what she was thinking.
Under the angry gazes of the Frenchman and Manager Qian, Yang Can was also a little surprised. Xue Qiyuan was able to manage the East Asia Television Group. It seemed that she did not rely solely on her family background and appearance. There were indeed some doorways, and she smiled freely. , Stepped forward and set up the "Poverty" again.
Looking at the French guys and staring at their consciousness carefully, he can recognize words whether they are foreigners or animal consciousness. Although he can't speak French, human consciousness can't lie.
"This "Poverty" is Picasso..."
Yang Can took a deep breath. Halfway through the painting, he paused for more than ten seconds. The room fell into strange silence. Everyone couldn't help but look at him. Is this guy an insider? said? Isn't it pretending to be xuanxu, Xue Qiyuan's delicate eyebrows are frowned, and he can't figure out what kind of "medicine" Yang Can's gourd is selling.
Just when everyone was waiting impatiently and wanted to speak out, Yang Can panted but ended, and started his talk: "It was a work in 1903. Picasso lived on Voltaire at that time, and his life was abnormal. It’s hard, taking turns with friend Jacob, and there is no money for heating in winter. The old man described in this pair of "Poverty" is said to be a frozen homeless man living downstairs by Picasso, although he is It is portraying others but it is also portraying one's own situation at the same time."
Yang Can looked at the consciousness of these French guys and told them all about the background of this "Poverty" oil painting. While listening, Shen Qing, the expression on Manager Qian's face slowly began to change. , Gradually turned from anger to surprise, and slowly became dignified, but Xue Qiyuan's eyes of "fascinated" people seemed to have a look of appreciation.
"Wait... We don't need you to introduce the knowledge of this painting. Everyone here knows that it is a great work... What I want to know is." Manager Qian was anxious to ask key questions.
"What's the hurry, am I going to say this right now?" Yang Can shrugged his shoulders freely, with a very calm look, but it seemed that Manager Qian was too narrow-minded, and even the other three French guys stared at him. , Yang Can, who knows how to appreciate art, said that they were so happy that the translation stopped, so that this real expert was not a human being inside or outside.
Of course, Yang Can was not talking nonsense. He was deliberately delaying time. He saw that the time was almost there and then solved the mystery. He leaned forward and lifted the painting up in front of everyone: "This "Poverty" was once in 2003. The Whitworth Museum of Art was stolen and finally found in a public toilet. When it was discovered, the little boy inside was accidentally stained on his stomach by the thief. Since then, the little boy without a belly button also has a belly button. "Pointed to the little boy's belly button.
"The restored painting hanging in the art gallery now is the original version of a little boy without a belly button. Only a few employees at the Whitworth Art Gallery that have been dismantled know about this. Few people in the UK know about it. Are you right? Low? Lang. Mr. Blanco?" He looked at the bald Frenchman who had been silent all the time. His name was Yang Can, which was pronounced in a French accent.
The bald man listened to Yang Can calling his name, and his face changed on the spot. Manager Qian had made up his mind to ridicule Yang Can. He didn't know how to pretend, but Blanco's reaction was also abrupt. Realizing that something was wrong, he couldn't help but glanced at the little boy's stomach. As expected, he didn't have a belly button. He hurriedly translated Yang Can's words to the French guys with a weird expression.
The other three Frenchmen also immediately stiffened their faces at the same time. They discussed a few words. Then they all looked at the person called Blanco Bald and questioned them loudly in French. The facial features on their faces were twisted together. Blanco was only congenial. Defeating something, after a few quarrels, the most impulsive big guy Elvin went up and slapped Braco down...