Fang Yi took Bellonica to a restaurant and finished their meal, then sent the girl home before driving back to Charlotte's home.
"I'm back!" As soon as Fang Yi entered the door, he smiled and said to Jason who was standing at the table not far from the door sorting things.
Jason looked at Fang Yi with a smile on his face and a painting in his hand: "It seems that I got along well with the girl today!".
Fang Yi stretched out his hand and rubbed Buluo's head, then walked upstairs to his room: "Today's harvest is not small!".
At this time Charlotte walked out of the living room, looked at Fang Yi and joked with a smile: "I don't think the harvest is great! If the harvest is big, I don't think you can come back today!".
After hearing this, Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, understood what Charlotte meant, and then burst out laughing. It was obvious that Charlotte thought she was dating Bellonica. But Fang Yi now just thought that Bellonica
The card is a bit beautiful. As for the matter of dating or not, Fang Yi is holding Menzel in his hand and really doesn't have much time to think about it. He only thinks about going upstairs to remove the painting on it and see the authenticity.
What is it.
Charlotte opened her mouth again and said: "But that's okay, getting along for a longer time means that you two are still serious!".
"I'm going upstairs first!" Fang Yi didn't have time to follow Charlotte and Jason to explain. He happily walked upstairs with the painting, humming in Chinese as he walked:
We common people are so happy today! This is the lyrics that I keep repeating over and over again.
Jason looked at Fang Yi's back and said to Charlotte: "When I was young, I was so happy dating a girl. I always walked with a jump!".
Charlotte smiled and said jokingly: "You still do this when dating girls!".
As soon as these words were said, both of them couldn't help laughing.
Back in his room, Fang Yi put the painting in his hand on the easel and looked at it carefully, thinking about how to remove the upper layer of oil painting and expose the original painting of Menzel on the bottom layer. Of course he did it.
When it comes to this matter, it can't be as simple and crude as eradicating the work that you are not satisfied with and redrawing it. This is a matter of slow work and careful work.
The top layer of this painting is still coated with varnish. It is best to use turpentine mixed with absolute alcohol to clean it slowly. This is because it is judged that the painting is artificially covered with a layer, and it was painted by an experienced oil painter.
Yes, Fang Yi thinks that this layer above Menzel's original work must be easier to deal with, otherwise why should it be protected?
I took turpentine and some absorbent cotton balls from hand, dipped them in a little solution, and carefully cleaned them up. When a ball of cotton balls was almost covered with light yellow varnish, I changed it to another one and continued cleaning slowly.
After a few hours, Fang Yicai cleaned off about one-tenth of the varnish on the piece, revealing the paint layer inside. He reached out and touched it and felt that the paint on this layer had no sticky feeling and was useless when painting.
The amount of fuel is pretty good.
Putting down the cotton ball in his hand, Fang Yi rubbed his eyes. After staring at such a small area for several hours and concentrating on wiping things, his eyes were a little sore. This situation forced Fang Yi to put down the tool in his hand.
I found a piece of cloth to cover the painting, then washed myself and went to bed, leaving it to continue cleaning up the next morning.
When it was almost noon the next day, a small trace was revealed on the painting. It was an oil painting! Fang Yi was suddenly shocked. Now Fang Yi had cleaned up the lower layer of varnish, and a fingernail-sized portion was exposed on the painting.
block, and the picture is the same grassland as the outside. It was confirmed that it was an oil painting, and Fang Yi was very happy. Of course, Fang Yi would not be disappointed if he sketched it. As long as it belonged to Menzel, Fang Yi got it.
Everything above is happy and blooming.
After looking at his watch, Fang Yi put down what he was doing and prepared to do the following things before he came back. In the afternoon, he would continue to look for treasures in the warehouse mentioned by the shop owner. And there are places where oil paintings are painted.
The painting is thick in some places, and every piece must be cleaned carefully. Once the painting is damaged, Fang Yi has no place to cry even if he wants to regret it.
After finishing his meal in high spirits, Fang Yi drove his car quickly towards the warehouse the boss mentioned.
When they arrived at the door of the warehouse, Fang Yi saw yesterday's boss standing on the side of the road. Fang Yi, who was in a good mood, waved to him and stopped the car.
I saw Fang Yi getting out of the car. The boss was also very enthusiastic and followed Fang Yi while chatting towards the so-called warehouse that looked like a domestic factory.
If you watch foreign TV dramas, you will know what the warehouse here looks like. There are small partition doors facing each other. Each warehouse is about the size of a standard container.
"Is this all?" Fang Yi asked as he waited for the boss to open the door, looking at the cardboard boxes placed together in the warehouse.
"That's right!" The boss looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile: "These are my grandfather's works!".
Yesterday you said you were keeping it as a souvenir. You were lying! Fang Yi looked at the boxes in this room and this sentence popped into his mind. Looking at the current situation, there are at least hundreds of works here, even if he wanted to keep it as a souvenir.
There will be hundreds of pieces left. What kind of home would it take to hang so many works?
The boss introduced to Fang Yi and said: "There are more than 600 paintings in total here!". After speaking, he patted a plastic bag next to him: "Here are the last few paintings I brought from home in the morning!".
Full of hope, Fang Yi still had no hesitation. He waved his hand and said, "Look at the paintings!" With the help of the boss, he started looking at boxes one by one.
Full of hope, he went to discover another masterpiece by a famous artist, but he obviously responded to the old saying: luck never comes twice! After working for almost two hours, Fang Yi never saw another work, and most of the remaining ones were
It is the work of the shop owner's grandfather, and there are also works of his so-called friends. Anyway, these people are all on the same level. There are really different kinds of people, but none of these friends stand out.
!
Fang Yi was a little embarrassed after being busy for more than two hours. Looking at the works displayed in a warehouse, he had to pick the general from among the cripples and prepare to find two good ones to make up the number.
"There's nothing here that makes my heart beat like the one yesterday!" Fang Yi picked up the paintings and shook his head and said, "But these two paintings are quite pleasing to my eye! Tell me the price, and I'll take them if they suit me.
go back!".
Now Fang Yi picked two pieces that looked more contemporary, turned around and asked the boss.
The shop owner took one look and said: "These are the works of my grandfather's friend. They were all painted a few years before the beginning of the 20th century! One picture costs 400 euros!".
After hearing this this time, Fang Yi simply shook his head: "Then I really have no interest at all!" After saying that, he put the two paintings aside.
The boss stared at Fang Yi's face for a while, not noticing yesterday's expression, and immediately explained: "This artist was still a little famous in Paris at that time. Four hundred euros was really not expensive. His works were almost
This price!".
Fang Yi heard this and said: "Maybe! But you have to admit that he has not passed the test of time!".
No matter how high the sales of the paintings at that time are, it doesn’t mean anything! Because history will always squeeze out the water of these so-called popular artists at that time, and even swallow them up. Now the two paintings selected by Fang Yi are the authors of
That's it!
Fang Yi didn't care what the price was at that time, he just knew the man's name and didn't reflect it in his mind. Whether his paintings were sold for a few hundred francs or tens of thousands of francs before, now his paintings are worth dozens of euros. No.
Maybe it was too much! At this price, Fang Yi still looked at the boss who had been working with him for so long, and gave him a friendly price. If Fang Yi hadn't just walked away!
The boss was stunned for a moment after hearing Fang Yi's words. He didn't expect that the Chinese who looked so stupid yesterday would suddenly turn around today, as if they had enlightened overnight! He couldn't help but look at Fang more.
I glanced at him and thought, is this Chinese guy still the same guy as yesterday?
"Then what's the price?" the shop owner asked Fang Yi directly.
Fang Yi said directly: "Two paintings together cost 200 euros!".
"I can't accept this price! Based on the history of these two paintings, it is impossible for them to be two hundred euros! After all, they are things that are hundreds of years old!" After hearing Fang Yi's words, the boss immediately shook his head like a wavy drum and refused.
Fang Yi's bid.
Oil paintings that have lasted for hundreds of years are still a thing in China, but this is Europe. Some of the so-called painters are not oil painters. In history, countless unknown artists devoted themselves to art and then disappeared without a trace.
A hundred years of time really doesn't impress Fang Yi. Besides, if Dong Xi, who has been a hundred years old, is a treasure, this is how he will be treated, being packed in a big cardboard box and thrown into a small warehouse?
"That's a bit of a pity!" Fang Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for taking me to see paintings today! But there really aren't any works I want here!" After saying that, he walked towards the door with his feet raised.
The boss stared at Fang Yi as he walked to the door. It seemed that the young man really had no intention of buying. Seeing Fang Yi disappear from sight, he chased Fang Yi out of the door and took two steps and said, "If you want it,
Two hundred and fifty euros!".
"Two hundred and ten euros!" Fang Yi stopped and turned around and said.
"Deal!" The boss looked at Fang Yi and added ten euros, and said, without these more than two hundred euros, today's trip to the warehouse would have been in vain!
After counting two hundred and ten euros from his wallet, Fang Yi said goodbye to his boss and walked towards his car carrying two paintings.
This time, Fang Yike didn't have such treasures. He opened the back door of the car, threw it into the space under the back seat, closed the door with a bang, then jumped into the cab and drove the car towards home.