Zhuang Rui didn't know why Renault didn't discover these sketches, because when Zhuang Rui took out these sketches, he could easily tell that the quality of the paintings on the dozens of sketch papers was much higher than that of old Renault.
level of painting.
"Thirty-two pictures..."
After carefully checking the black and white sketches, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but get excited because he even saw Picasso's autograph on one of the sketches. Although the font was scrawled, Zhuang Rui still recognized it.
However, after seeing this sketch, Zhuang Rui's heart became aroused, because he was afraid that Renault would also discover Picasso's signature. In that case, he would no longer have to think about missing something.
"Mr. Reno, I don't know how you plan to sell these paintings?"
After Zhuang Rui mixed more than thirty sketches by Picasso among the many works of old Reno, he turned to look at Reno who was sitting outside waiting.
"This... Mr. Zhuang, what price can you offer?"
Renault, who had just said that he would not sell his grandfather's souvenirs, now acted like a profiteer.
It's just that Reno didn't know that his grandfather had received dozens of sketches as gifts from Picasso, and the only person who knew about it was his father. However, more than ten years ago, Reno's father went to see his grandfather because of a plane crash, and
These sketches have remained in the brown paper envelope and have been sealed to this day.
"These paintings of your grandfather are of great help to my study of foreign painting art. I think, let's do this. I will randomly take a stack of paintings from this box and pay you 20,000 euros. Do you think this is okay?
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Zhuang Rui thought about it and gave Reno the answer. He didn't want to calculate it by the sheet, otherwise during the inspection, Reno might discover Picasso's sketches that were completely different from the old Reno.
After hearing Zhuang Rui's quotation, Renault stood there thoughtfully for a while, raised his head and said: "20,000 euros, Mr. Zhuang, you have to know that these are my grandfather's works. Every sketch is like
My grandfather’s children are average, for this price…”
"Damn, it's enough for your grandfather to have a grandson like you. Grandma's, there are tens of thousands of sketches in several boxes here. Did your grandma give birth to so many?"
Zhuang Rui cursed in his heart angrily, but he knew very well that this was just a means of bargaining by Renault.
"30,000 euros for 100 sketches, Mr. Reno, you have to know that if your grandfather was not a friend of Picasso, I would not pay this price..."
Zhuang Rui said slowly, and showed an attitude of leaving immediately if you don't sell.
"Well, I think thirty thousand euros is in line with my grandfather's worth. Mr. Zhuang, you can choose..."
Renault also saw that 30,000 euros should be Zhuang Rui's base price. If he continued to talk about it, he might be in vain today, so he nodded in agreement readily.
In fact, Zhuang Rui's original asking price was already quite high, 20,000 euros, which was enough to buy an oil painting by a rising star in Paris. However, adhering to business habits, Renault just raised the price smoothly.
After Zhuang Rui heard Renault's words, he was secretly happy, but on the surface he kept it secretly. He rummaged through the drawings in the box and took out the drawings one by one seemingly casually, but in fact he took out the thirty-two drawings.
All of Picasso's sketches are hidden in it.
The sketches in these boxes basically use the same sketch paper, and they are all 8-format and 4-format. Unless you look at each one carefully, you can't tell any difference from the outside.
Zhuang Rui vigorously patted the stack of drawings held in his left hand, looked at Renault and asked: "There are 100 pictures in total. Mr. Renault, do you want to check them?"
When he asked this question, Zhuang Rui's heart was also raised. If Renault really looked at each one, he would definitely see the clues. He was betting that Renault had seen these sketches before and would not do it again.
Checked.
"Oh, no need, Mr. Zhuang, I don't know how you pay? Is it by card or cash?"
Just as Zhuang Rui thought, the sketches and oil paintings in these boxes were all sorted by Renault himself. Since they have been sold, Renault is of course too lazy to check again. What he is most concerned about now is how to get the three pieces that belong to him.
Thousands of euros?
Looking at the thick pile of drawings in his hand, Zhuang Rui suppressed his excitement and said: "Swipe your card, let's go back to your store?"
Renault shrugged upon hearing this and said: "There is no other way. We have to go back to the store. Let me find something to store these sketches for you first..."
While Renault was talking, he found a canvas bag for drawing boards from the corner and handed it to Zhuang Rui. After Zhuang Rui carefully put the drawings in, he zipped it up and carried the bag on his shoulders. Until now, Zhuang Rui
My heart was completely relieved.
"Xuan Bing, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long..."
After coming out of the small room in the basement, Zhuang Rui held Qin Xuanbing's hand with some guilt. Originally, he was going shopping with her, but who knew that in the end, it turned into his own shopping trip.
"What are you talking about? I'm very happy to be with you..."
Qin Xuanbing pretended to be embarrassed and twisted Zhuang Rui's waist, but then she saw the sketch bag behind him and couldn't help but curiously asked: "What did you buy here? How much did it cost?"
Qin Xuanbing was reading a book introducing European classical jewelry just now, and had never paid attention to the transaction between Zhuang Rui and Renault, so she asked this question.
"It's a sketch by Mr. Reno's grandfather. It is of great help to my study of European art. I will show it to you when I go back..."
Zhuang Rui glanced at Renault who was walking in front, and explained to Qin Xuanbing in vague Chinese. He didn't dare to explain it too clearly. Who knows whether Renault can understand Chinese?
Qin Xuanbing gave Zhuang Rui a strange look. She knew her husband-to-be very well. If there was no benefit, Zhuang Rui would not take action. There must be something weird about those sketches.
After returning to Renault's handicraft store, Zhuang Rui took out his card and swiped 30,000 euros. Then he refused Renault's request to see if he had any favorite items and left this quiet street with Qin Xuanbing.
"Haha, I'm getting rich!!!"
As soon as he entered the hotel room, Zhuang Rui kicked the door shut with his heel, picked up Qin Xuanbing by the waist, and kissed Qin Xuanbing's red lips excitedly.
"Uh... uh... let go, I'm so suffocated. My dear, what on earth are you so excited about?"
Qin Xuanbing was so breathless from Zhuang Rui's kiss that she finally pushed Zhuang Rui away and asked inexplicably, "Didn't you just buy a few sketches and a bronze mirror? Why are you so happy?"
"We'll talk about it later, I can't hold it in anymore..."
Zhuang Rui had long been distracted by Qin Xuanbing's body fragrance. At this time, he had already carried Qin Xuanbing to the bed, moved his hands forward, and threw himself forward.
"Okay, tell me, why are you so excited?"
Half an hour later, when the clouds and rain began to subside, Qin Xuanbing pushed her long hair back, stretched out her arms as white as white jade, and hugged Zhuang Rui. She could feel that Zhuang Rui was particularly excited today, so there was no need to
He said that he must have found something precious.
"Hehe, today we also came to a foreign country and became a robber!"
Zhuang Rui's big hands were still roaming around Qin Xuanbing's body with excitement. Occasionally touching some sensitive places would cause Qin Xuanbing to make a cooing sound.
"I see you are so happy, as if the drawing belongs to Van Gogh?"
Qin Xuan gave Zhuang Rui a blank look and suddenly grabbed Zhuang Rui's wrist with her hand.
At first, Qin Xuanbing was shy and retracted her head into the quilt because of Zhuang Rui's masculine body. However, after seeing Zhuang Rui go to bed with the canvas bag, she couldn't help but feel curious and took it.
I put on the nightgown placed on the bedside and sat up.
"It's better to get up and take a look, don't destroy these sketches..."
Zhuang Rui thought for a moment, put on his bathrobe, walked to the sofa with the bag, and placed the thick stack of sketches on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa.
"This one is from Picasso, this one is not..."
Zhuang Rui took out a pair of white gloves for identifying cultural relics from his suitcase and began to sort out Picasso's sketches. For him, this job was extremely simple. He only needed to determine whether there was aura in it.
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"Bah, gangster!"
Suddenly, Qin Xuanbing, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, saw a sketch and spat. Zhuang Rui was confused, turned to look at the painting in his hand, and couldn't help laughing.
"Xuan Bing, you have also stayed abroad, and you are also opposed to this?"
Zhuang Rui laughed and joked about Qin Xuanbing, but the artist showed every detail in the painting, even his facial expressions could be seen clearly.
"It's not a contradiction, but Picasso is a big hooligan. You can't imitate him..."
Qin Xuanbing spent several years in London and Paris, how could she not know about Picasso? She knew even better than Zhuang Rui.
"Dear, this is art. Don't you let me see this? Okay, then I'll put this one away..."
Seeing Qin Xuanbing's resolute attitude, Zhuang Rui gave up the idea of comparing the differences between Chinese and foreign women.
