The image of French men in the eyes of the general public has always been demeanor, but for them, the love of art and romance is two deadly "holes" in their hearts that cannot be violated. The veins on Irvine's forehead violently roared, The bloodshot eyes were about to swell out, as if he was about to tear that Blanco into pieces.
This painting was originally transferred by Blanco to Irvine, and his best friend sold fake paintings to himself and was exposed in public. This is really a shame and a shame. No wonder this Irvine is so gaffe. But a loss of nearly one million euros!
Looking back at Yang Can, who was calm and restless, a hint of surprise flashed across Shen Qing's bright face. Almost everyone at the scene was an expert except her, but they couldn't keep up with this shameless breeder. How could only his entertainer see it? One of the doorways.
Manager Qian continued to apologize to Xue Qiyuan with horror on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xue. We really didn't know beforehand. I also found a few experts from the Central Academy of Fine Arts to appraise it. How could this be fake..."
It was all wronged, and I really wished to kneel down on the spot, looking sideways at Yang Can, my heart was filled with panic, and I felt that I was wronged.
Xue Qiyuan looked at the aggrieved look of Manager Qian, and allowed these people to toss without saying anything. The Irvine finally beat the liar Blanco to the ground and couldn't get up. This nasty breath eased a little bit, yes. After Blanco kicked a few more feet, he stopped, turned his head and said something loudly to Manager Qian, and walked to Yang Can to shook hands with him, and even patted him on the shoulder, making Yang Can too. Somewhat inexplicably.
Manager Qian came over with a complicated expression and translated: "Mr. Irwin said, thank you for breaking through Blanco’s cunning tricks. If you hadn’t seen it, the credibility of their company would have been greatly damaged today. You are the most knowledgeable Chinese collector he has ever seen, and he admires you very much."
Being held tightly by this foreigner's sweaty hands, Yang Can also felt a little funny in his heart. In fact, he didn't even know which country Picasso was from. He was still a collector? These foreigners are really innocent.
Irvine blushed and turned back to apologize to Xue Qiyuan and Shen Qing. Then when they left, Xue Qiyuan, a beautiful woman sitting on the sofa and drinking coffee calmly, spoke first: "Wait, everyone. "Looking at a few French people who stopped walking: "Although this painting is fake, I am very satisfied with the other two, so let me buy the remaining two according to your bid..."
When I said this, everyone was stunned. After listening to the translation, the French guys were even more excited with red light on their foreheads. If it weren't for Manager Qian to stop him and wish to come up to the back of Xue Qiyuan's hand, the Chinese would be too kind in doing business. Well, I was so generous when I was deceived, so I didn't take the opportunity to threaten to buy the other two scrolls at a reduced price? This is a matter of losing pie in the sky!
But when the French was grateful, Xue Qiyuan's beautiful eyes flashed coldly and added: "Shen Qing, call Director Chen, let someone send someone to bring this Blanco Bring the husband back, we have to formally prosecute him." It turned out to be in accordance with the law.
As Manager Qian heard his body shake, he looked over in disbelief.
"Translation." Xue Qiyuan lowered her head and "touched" the Tibetan mastiff's head. He reminded me plainly that the yellow "hair" Tibetan mastiff immediately looked at Manager Qian with a fierce look. As soon as he promised, he came up with a fierce appearance. Manager Qian was shocked by the "mao" holes all over his body, and the cold sweat came down. He stammered and translated Xue Qiyuan's meaning to a few French people.
Elvin and the others looked at each in amazement. The liar Blanco who had just gotten up from the ground spit out loudly in protest, and wanted to rush to theorize.
Xue Qiyuan calmly looked at the seemingly fierce, bald Frenchman, and said plainly: "This is China. It must be in accordance with Chinese laws. I don’t care whether you are a French citizen or not. I took passports from several countries and came to me. I have to follow my rules here."
Without waiting for Manager Qian to translate, he actually repeated it in French, and the French people opened their mouths slightly. Damn it, this woman can understand French. The "color" of her face suddenly became cloudy, so the Chinese beauty understood all their vulgar words just now...
A few French guys looked at each other and left immediately without taking anything. They didn’t mention any money at all. After all, Blanco is theirs, and it is impossible to plant here for a few paintings, let alone if this matter is true. Shake it out, then their company is already there and does not need to be mixed in the industry, it is not a loss of several million euros.
Yang Can squinted his eyes to see the classic and graceful Xue Qiyuan, and he was also muttering in his heart, hey, this woman really has a set of things, and the grace and power of these French guys have been docile, if they were to be allowed at that time The Frenchman apologized, and Xue Qiyuan was really busy doing this. This threatening method of buying a painting pretendingly and then calling the police is indeed very creative, and good people will let you do it.
As soon as a few people left, Shen Qing turned her head confused and questioned her cousin: "Why did you let them go? Didn't you call the police?"
Xue Qiyuan put down the coffee cup and did not answer. Suddenly she jumped up without warning and raised her foot to Yang Can, who was standing next to him. It was a backspin kick with long legs straight and anxious. With a whistling sound, Shen Qing was frightened. "Ah" exclaimed.
Since just now, Yang Can has been focusing on the fake painting "Poverty". He was already surprised to find that the corner of this "Poverty" that was bitten by the Tibetan mastiff was filled with a strange red color. The color consciousness is about 635. This is really surprising.
Qi Qi fell on the sofa, the faces of the two of them were almost only a few centimeters apart. Xue Qiyuan's karate black belt originally wanted to try Yang Can. She never expected that Yang Can would turn against the guest. He subdued her and looked at this picture. The resolute face was also shocked in his heart. He couldn't say a word, but the delicate beauty was crumpled together, and he looked at his chest.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it."
Xue Qiyuan's hairstyle was a little embarrassed, her pretty face flushed and she sat up, her eyes like lake water not only showed no anger, but there was an inexplicable "color" of joy, just like seeing Picasso's painting just now. , Staring at Yang Can and asked calmly: "Who are you on earth?"