"Aren't they just portraits of women with bare buttocks? Everyone treats them as treasures."
Seeing so many calligraphy and painting art appraisal experts gleaming around the Picasso oil painting, Ye Tian couldn't help curling his lips. The image of the woman in the portrait was blurry and her face was not light, as if paint had been accidentally spilled on it.
There is no sense of beauty in Ye Tian's eyes.
"A good painting. This was painted by Mr. Picasso in his middle age. His love for life and pursuit of beautiful things were poured into it. It is undoubtedly authentic."
After a long time, an old man with a gray beard withdrew his eyes from the oil painting and said: "Mr. Jacox, this painting is indeed an authentic work by Picasso, and it was made at the peak of his artistic life.
I can’t be wrong.”
"Mr. Edson and Picasso are friends. Of course I believe what you say." Jacox nodded. The old man in front of him is also a famous painter, but compared with Picasso's achievements, he seems insignificant.
It's so insignificant.
However, this person had followed Picasso for a period of time and was very familiar with Picasso's painting style. Almost every time a Picasso work was put up for auction, he was always asked to conduct an on-site appraisal. He was also an expert in appraising Picasso's works.
"The pursuit of beautiful things, isn't it the pursuit of women?"
Ye Tian was very dissatisfied with Edson's words. He also knew some about Picasso's life. He only knew that this man had never been without women in his life. Until he was ten years old, he was still entangled with women. It was completely
Just a pervert.
Of course, Ye Tian wouldn't say anything more. Being able to exchange such a painting for one-third of the remaining scrolls of "Tui Bei Tu", Ye Tian felt that he had made a profit.
"Mr. Ye, are you really willing to exchange this authentic Picasso painting for this album?"
After the appraiser went out, Jackox looked at Ye Tian. Although he wished that Ye Tian could sign the donation agreement now, out of British politeness and gentlemanness, he still asked Ye Tian again.
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"Ye, you can still regret it now." As a member of the royal family, Elizabeth is also very clear about the value of Picasso's works. She originally thought that Ye Tian was joking, but she did not expect that Ye Tianzhen could actually come up with such an oil painting.
"Money can't buy it. I am willing to do it. Since my father likes this picture album, I will change it!"
Ye Tian smiled and waved his hand, and said: "Mr. Jackox, I still have some things to do. I may have to leave London soon. I wonder if I can go through the donation procedures now and take this album with me?"
Ye Tian knew that he was on the blacklist of various countries. When he entered the UK, he used another identity and entered the British Museum immediately after getting off the plane. I believe the British agents would not notice it for a while.
to what.
But as time goes by, Ye Tian can't guarantee that something will happen. If the British government knows that he went to the British Museum to exchange for the album, even if the album is of no use to them, the sale will be ruined by them.
dropped.
"Of course, Mr. Ye, as long as you sign these two documents respectively, you can take away this beautiful album right away."
Jacox could feel that when he said these words, his old face couldn't help but heat up. The value between the two was simply worlds apart. His words were very much like he was trying to abduct an ignorant child.
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"Okay, no problem!" Ye Tian didn't say any nonsense at all. He picked up the pen on the table, signed his name on the two documents, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jackox, I think this is
Was the transaction successful?"
"No... no, Mr. Ye, we just made a donation to each other, haha, thank you so much for your generosity!"
When he saw Ye Tian's name on the paper, Jacox breathed a long sigh of relief and couldn't help laughing loudly. He exchanged an unknown painting for Picasso's oil painting. He really did this business
It's a huge profit.
"Mr. Jackox, you're welcome. We all just have different needs."
Ye Tian smiled, put the fragment of the scroll into the password box, and said: "Thank you very much for Sister Windsor's help. When you come to China in the future, I will definitely take you to visit China's scenic spots and historic sites. I think... my
Mother also wants to see you."
"Ye, please take me to say hello to your mother. I haven't seen her for several years. I will definitely go when I have time."
When she mentioned her friends, Elizabeth became steady and dignified, but then she returned to her naughty look. She looked at Ye Tian and said, "Ye, don't you want to stay in England for a while? I can take you to Buckingham Palace.
Go there, among my nieces, there are many beautiful princesses."
"That's such a pity, Sister Windsor, my son can almost call him daddy."
Ye Tian burst out laughing, stretched out his hand to pick up the box, and said, "Mr. Jackox, I'll take my leave now. If you can find another album like this in the future, I think... I'll take out another one."
A piece of Picasso’s work is also possible.”
"real?"
Jecox's eyes lit up and he said quickly: "Mr. Ye, you don't have to leave in a hurry. There are still many similar picture albums and scriptures in the oriental cultural relics room of our museum. I will send someone to check the catalog immediately.
, a few days of hard work is enough!”
"Grandma, it would take several days just to look up the catalog. How many things were taken from China back then?"
Ye Tian rolled his eyes when he heard this, waved his hands wordlessly, and said: "No, I have to go to Switzerland for some things. Director Jackox, if you find a similar album again, just call me.
"
When the experts were appraising Picasso's oil paintings just now, Ye Tian had already used his spiritual consciousness to scan the entire British Museum, including the Oriental Art Collection Room that Jackox had mentioned.
However, although Ye Tian noticed some objects containing spiritual energy during the scan, there was no other fragment of "Tui Bei Tu". If he really agreed to stay, he might not be able to help but destroy the entire British Museum.
It was looted again.
"Well, when Mr. Ye comes again next time, I will definitely accompany you to visit the British Museum."
At this time, Jecox had signed another document proving that Ye Tian needed to carry the album out of the country. He handed the certificate to Ye Tianhou, and Jecox personally sent him and Zhou Xiaotian out of the British Museum.
"Mr. Ye, this way!" Hu Hu, who had finished handling the police chase, had been waiting outside the British Museum. When he saw Ye Tian coming out, he quickly waved his hand.
"Hey, this diplomatic immunity is really useful." Looking at the carefree Hu Hu, Ye Tian couldn't help but laugh. In fact, even without the certificate issued by Jecox, he could still push the "Push Back"
The fragments of the "Picture" were brought out.
After inviting Ye and Tian to get into the car, Hu Hu asked: "Mr. Ye, where are we going now?"
Ye Tian heard the words and said with a smile: "Let's go to the airport. I have to fly to Switzerland soon. It will still take half an hour. I believe Mr. Hu can drive there, right?"
Ye Tian has a feeling that the British side will know about his entry soon. If he doesn't leave, something else might happen. Ye Tian is not afraid of causing trouble, but he is afraid of trouble. If he gets angry, he will kill several people.
Personally, he is afraid of another Siberian incident.
"Are you going to do it again?" After hearing Ye Tian's words, Hu Hu couldn't help but grimace. Even though he was a diplomat, he still had to abide by British laws. If there was to be another riot, I'm afraid the ambassador would really have to go.
The police station took him out.
However, seeing that Ye Tian didn't look like he was joking, Hu Hu gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away towards the airport.
"Ye Tian, did you take away my Picasso oil painting?" As soon as the car started, Ye Tian's satellite phone rang. After it was connected, Ye Dongping's voice came out.
That Picasso oil painting was bought by Ye Dongping at an auction held in Hong Kong for US$30 million, after spending all his savings.
With this painting, Ye Dongping has also become famous in the Beijing collection circle. After all, if he can collect a Picasso work, he can already be classified as an international collector. Let alone the capital, even if you look at the country, he, Ye Dongping, is also
One and only.
But today, when Ye Dongping brought a friend to appreciate the oil painting, he found that only the white wall was left on the wall where the oil painting was originally hung. Just when he was so anxious that he almost called the police, Song Weilan told him that
The painting was taken away by Ye Tian.
"Dad, I didn't take that. It was given to me by my mother. It's none of my business." Ye Tian's voice was filled with innocence. He knew how much his father loved that painting. If he now
In the courtyard house, you might get a beating.
After hearing his son's words, Ye Dongping gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care so much, where is that painting now?"
"It's in the British Museum. Dad, don't you have a good collection of domestic antiques? Why are you collecting these things from foreign devils?"
Ye Tian gloated and said: "Mom has long been dissatisfied with your oil painting of a woman with a bare butt. She asked me to donate it to the British Museum. If you have anything to do, go talk to my mother. You can't talk to me!"
"Fart, that's art!" After hearing Ye Tian's words, Ye Dongping's eyes darkened and he almost fainted. He grabbed the phone and shouted: "If you don't bring that painting back, you won't come back either."
Well, all my fortune over the years has been spent on this painting!"
Ye Dongping would never dare to argue with Song Weilan about whether a bare-butt woman is art, so he could only threaten his son. Thinking of the thirty million US dollars, Ye Dongping's heart was bleeding.
