The so-called "Three No Matters" area is located at the junction of the three districts. If something goes wrong, whose fault is it? Everyone can be involved, and who wants to cause trouble? No one is willing, okay, you don't care, I don't care, as time goes by,
Such a special piece of land grew up and became a hotbed for the black market.
This black market is actually led by a Chinese, so Ouyang is very eloquent there. Every year he introduces "good" customers to the black market. Luo Tian is the one he thinks is the most good this year. He has been eating all the time.
After eating until about seven o'clock, Luo Tian's unceremonious style made Ouyang feel very comfortable. He looked at the time and said, "We can set off."
After getting into Ouyang's car, Luo Tian looked out of the car curiously. Mumbai was particularly different at night. There was always an indescribable ambiguity in the night. Next to the lamppost, an Indian beauty who was trying to hide herself looked at her with a sad look on her face.
Looking at the passing pedestrians and vehicles, Ouyang said with a smile: "This is the street girl in India. How about it? It has a different flavor, right?"
Luo Tian didn't do any research on this, so he only laughed dryly: "Well, I can't tell."
Gradually, Luo Tian saw more and more people outside the car window, and everyone was walking in the same direction in groups. He wanted to open the car window, but Ouyang, who caught the action, said sternly: "No! There is no care here."
There are everyone in this area, so be careful.”
Luo Tian immediately retracted his hand and secretly thought that he was too careless. At the same time, he wondered: "Who are the people participating in the black market?"
"There are all kinds of people. Maybe the person standing next to you is a political dignitary, a gangster, or a thief. Pay attention to your wallet." Ouyang reminded: "You will be very sensitive to what is happening tonight.
Interested."
"Oh, is it a special show?"
"No, there has never been a special black market here. There is everything here, foreign food, arms, smuggled cultural relics, everything."
"Except for not being able to see the light, this seems to be no different from a normal exhibition. It's just that the arms... this is a bit too much." Luo Tian didn't want to have anything to do with these things.
"Don't worry, I know where to take you, to a place that suits you." Ouyang was very confident: "Follow me, don't get separated."
"I know." Luo Tian naturally knew that his life was important. If someone happened to be in this foreign land, he didn't care. What would Zhou Bozhai do?
It was more difficult to find a parking place. There were cars of all sizes, old and new, made and imported from China. Ouyang led Luo Tian and kept walking forward. When there was a burst of people's voices, Luo Tian knew
, arrived at the destination, the first thing that caught my eye was a food shop. The food packages on it were printed with all kinds of words, many of them were in English, and many of them were actually in Chinese, and - tea,
Luo Tian saw the tea leaves!
"It's not surprising. Tea is a very suitable gift as a gift." Ouyang pulled Luo Tian closer: "The things on the outside are all insignificant, but the really interesting things are still inside."
The outside was already crowded with people, and the noisy voices wanted to burst Luo Tian's eardrums. Ouyang pulled Luo Tian toward the inside. There were street stalls outside. When he reached a dark door, Ouyang stopped.
He reached out to knock on the door, but he knocked rhythmically once, three times, once again, and again four times. It seemed that this was a pre-arranged code. About five seconds later, the door opened immediately, and Ouyang pulled Luo Tian.
Drilled in.
Luo Tian dared to say that there must be an ear pressed tightly against the door, otherwise the reaction would have been too fast. When he walked in, he saw that the space inside was not small, but it seemed a bit messy. Several people were sorting it out.
The box quickly placed the cultural relics on the table. Luo Tian glanced at it and was shocked. Among them, there were paintings by Xu Beihong!
"How to conduct transactions here?" Luo Tian asked.
"Let's go to the auction, and the one with the highest price will get it." Ouyang said, "Don't worry, because it's a large deal, and they have POS machines."
Oh my God, "Will I not be investigated?" This is what Luo Tian is worried about.
"No, don't worry." Ouyang assured, patting his chest.
Luo Tian took advantage of the official start and sat there looking at several cultural relics on the stage. He knew it well and got to know Ouyang again. He had to be careful about this guy. He and this group of people were basically the same.
If you introduce yourself to a group of people, I'm afraid he will also benefit from it. You know, he is the one who depends on this for a living, but he has to get that Xu Beihong painting!
He remained silent and pretended to be disappointed. He had to rely on Ouyang for his actions in India. He had to live up to his reputation. He sighed: "What a pity."
Ouyang was startled: "What's wrong?"
"They are all fakes. Only the painting by Xu Beihong can be called a high imitation, because it was painted by Xu Beihong's student. It is very Xu Beihong's style and has some collection value. The others." Luo Tian shook his head repeatedly: "They are all.
It’s too ordinary.”
Luo Tian's words were mixed with water. The others were fakes, but this painting by Master Xu was absolutely fake. The reason why Luo Tian said this was because he saw that Ouyang had a close relationship with this group of people, and he was worried.
I might be blackmailed soon, so I took a precautionary shot in advance.
Xu Beihong's works combine ancient and modern Chinese and foreign techniques, showing extremely high artistic skills and extensive artistic accomplishment. They are a model of adapting the past to the present and adapting the foreign to China. Many of Xu Beihong's paintings circulating today are controversial, such as in
It was revealed last year that Xu Beihong's painting "Human Body Ms. Jiang Biwei" was sold by an auction company for 72.8 million yuan. Some students from the first training class of the Central Academy of Fine Arts jointly claimed that this oil painting was their study work that year.
It caused a lot of controversy.
"High imitation, how is this possible?" Ouyang felt a little unbelievable.
"It is common in China that paintings often show counterfeit information. For example, in 2008, Shanghai buyer Su Minluo bought a piece of "Pond" by Mr. Wu Guanzhong for 2.53 million. When he asked Mr. Wu for appraisal,
Wu Guanzhong wrote in his own hand, 'This painting is not by me, it is a forgery.' In the 2009 Christie's spring auction in Hong Kong, an oil painting "Pine Tree" signed by Wu Guanzhong was sold for HK$1.58 million, and was later identified as a forgery by Mr. Wu."
Luo Tian pointed to the painting on the stage: "The reason why this painting can be regarded as real is because it is a practice painting by Mr. Xu's student. Each stroke is a true copy of Mr. Xu's, so it can be regarded as real."
Confusing the real with the fake.”
"Then this painting..."
"If the price is right, I can collect it. After all, it is a painting by Mr. Xu's disciple, and there is also Mr. Xu's legacy in it." Luo Tian said: "And Mr. Ouyang brought me here. It would be too awkward if I didn't do anything.
is you."
Ouyang was stunned there, with a hint of apology on his face. This strengthened Luo Tian's idea to bring him here. Ouyang's starting point was not simple. Alas, people's hearts are unpredictable!