Looking at Fang Yi who was laughing loudly, not only Zheng Yuan was a little strange, but also little Fang Si who was sitting at the table using a small spoon to eat the thin rice porridge in the bowl also had his mouth open, and his little face was full of surprise.
looked at his father.
"Dad! Did you find the money when you were so happy?" Fang Ruo asked, holding a spoon in his hand and poking at the rice porridge in the bowl, looking at his father.
After hearing what little Fang Ruo said, Yu Qin, who was sitting next to her grandson, couldn't help but feel happy. She stretched out her hand and touched her grandson's head lovingly. The little thing must have learned these words from grandma, no matter what.
Neither Fang Yi nor Zheng Yuan can teach this.
Fang Yi didn't mind either. He was in a good mood and stretched out his hand and tapped the son next to him on his little head with a magazine: "Pick up some more money and I'll give you a wife when you grow up!".
After saying that, Fang Yi stood up with the magazine in his hand and prepared to leave the table.
Zheng Yuan looked at the bowl in front of her husband with only half a bowl of porridge left and said: "There is still some left, drink it all before leaving!".
Fang Yi looked at the contents of the bowl, and then looked at his son Xiao Fangnu. He was eating porridge as if he was going to the execution ground. He probably was looking forward to his leftovers, so that he could use them.
Drink up the rest of the porridge. Thinking of this, Fang Yi turned back, picked up the bowl and poured the remaining two mouthfuls of rice porridge into his mouth in one breath, then put down the bowl and left the meal.
Table. Fang Yi was in a good mood, humming a little tune as he walked upstairs to his study room. Fang Yi was happy not because there were no books criticizing him or praising him, but now he can read them in any magazine.
To one of the viewpoints, as long as someone criticizes Bobil, an old guy, he will definitely follow Fang Yi's words, who knows that both of them are postclassicists.
Fang Yi is in a very good mood now because he found something appearing in the magazine. It is something that he is very interested in, a famous work, and it is the famous work "Feng Rao" that is regarded as a copy. It comes from the person who likes big farts.
Damn Rubens. And the so-called original is now hidden in the Western Museum of Art in Japan.
You said that you encountered such a thing early in the morning, did the leaks falling from the sky make Fang Yi very happy?
Humming a little tune along the way, Fang Yi arrived in his study room. He sat directly on the executive chair, looked at the magazine in his hand, and then turned the chair in a circle.
After watching it for five or six minutes, Fang Yi couldn't help but smile and thought: Sotheby's doesn't have a long memory at all. They just made the mistake of Canavaggio's "The Couple" two years ago and now they've made a fuss about this painting again.
When I came out, I didn't know what would happen if the person who sent the photo found out. Thinking of this, Fang Yi directly reached out to pick up the phone on the table and dialed Zou Heming's phone number.
"You don't need to rush me. As soon as Bobil's painting is finished, people from the Paris branch will send it directly to the nearest flight. You will be able to see Bobil's latest work in at least ten hours!"
"As soon as the phone call came through, Zou Heming immediately said this to Fang Yi.
We can't blame Zou Heming for being preconceived. Regarding the work of Bobi Le, Fang Yi felt as if a cat was living in his heart. Moreover, this kitten even stretched out its claws to scratch Fang Yi's heart two or three times when nothing happened.
It can be seen that Fang Yi really wants to see the things that this old man Bobile painted in a few days. So whenever Fang Yi has time during this period, he will call Zou Heming and urge him. No, Lao Zou is there
It’s all a conditioned reflex!
Fang Yili said cheerfully: "It's not about this, it's about the Sotheby's auction in two days!".
"Are you interested in Velasquez's works?" When Zou Heming heard about the auction, he opened his mouth and asked Fang Yi on the other end of the phone. How could Lao Zou, who was not Fang Yi, know to send it as a popular work?
, there is one painting with such great origins that it was originally an original but was said to be a forgery. The original copy is now hanging in a Japanese art museum.
"I like it, but it's too expensive! Even if you give it to me at the lowest price, I'm not very interested!" Fang Yi smiled and gave Zou Heming a haha.
"Then what do you have your eye on?" Zou Heming immediately asked Fang Yi, as if he had been given a shot of blood after hearing this. As Fang Yi's friend, Lao Zou knew what Fang Yi had his eye on.
It's not wrong, and if it's hundreds of thousands to one million, Fang Yi probably won't be very interested in paying attention to it. It must be several million. Zou Heming couldn't help but get excited when he thought of this.
Fang Yizhao smiled and said: "If nothing else, help me get a phone number for anonymous entrustment when the time comes!".
"What is it, can you tell me first?" Zou Heming asked Fang Yi.
"Buddha said: You can't say it! You'll know it in two days," Fang Yi said with a smile. If it took a little longer, Fang Yi wouldn't want Zou Heming to help him, so he would just ask his lawyer Ai
Posido helped him handle this matter. Although he was a friend, he couldn't be allowed to just take money and do nothing. I guess Epo felt very sorry for him.
The reason why I waited until today to discover this matter was because the magazines were noisy and messy during this period, and Fang Yi was not in the mood to read them.
Putting down the phone, Fang Yi took another look at the work printed in the magazine, and kept saying to himself: "Fortunately, I didn't miss it! If it had been a few days late, I might have regretted it so much.
It's green!" After saying that, he threw the magazine on the table, put his hands behind his head, and looked up at the works hanging in his study room.
Fang Yi said proudly: "You are all missing! There will be another one to keep you company soon!" There are one or two paintings on the wall now, which makes Fang Yi feel a little lonely, and he suddenly feels that this missing piece
The cause should be carried forward.
Who doesn't want to make things bigger and stronger for nothing? However, Fang Yi thought for a long time and couldn't think of any better way, or there is no specific channel to professionally pick up leaks, because this thing can only be touched and touched.
Even if I can't touch it, I can only blame myself for my ugly face, not God.
It can be said that Zou Heming's matter was handled quickly. He had it done right before noon. Not only was the entrustment done, but a deposit of 700,000 US dollars was also paid for Fang Yi.
All that's left now is to get through these two days and wait for the painting to go into his pocket. Now Fang Yi feels that it's not the time to celebrate.
The 700,000 U.S. dollars arrived at Sotheby's and stayed for two nights. Then it shrunk slightly and became 630,000 U.S. dollars, which returned to Zou Heming's hands. At the same time, the 700,000 U.S. dollars came back from Fang Xiang.
Fang Yi carefully put up two works for this auction. There is no big mistake in being careful. In this way, he spent a total of 70,000 US dollars to buy three works, and the one "Feng Lao" cost Fang Yi a
Thirteen thousand dollars.
For only thirteen thousand dollars, Rubens's work was safely in Fang Yi's hands.
Zou Heming personally delivered the three works to Fang Yi's home, because in the past few days, Zou Heming's heart has been like a cat living in it, and he really wants to know what Fang Yi has taken a liking to. Why don't he take the pictures he just took with him?
I took the three things that were late and boarded the flight to Los Angeles.
By the time Zou Heming arrived at Fang Yi's house, he could already see the shining stars in the sky.
"Yi! Which one of these three paintings do you want?" Zou Heming asked Fang Yi loudly as soon as he got out of the car. The three works are all imitations and can be sold at Sotheby's.
The imitations naturally have a certain standard, so Zou Heming is not very clear about which of the three works Fang Yi wants. Lao Zou does not have Fang Yi's ability.
Fang Yi watched Beavis, who was picking up people, take out three works from the car, then took two steps forward and took the three works from his hands.
"Take these two pieces and throw them away!" Fang Yi took out the knife on the key and made a big cross on the two unwanted works, then put them back into Beavis's hands.
"Is this the one you want?" Zou Heming's eyes fell on Rubens' "Feng Lao" in Fang Yi's hand, and he said a little unbelievably: "Impossible, the original work is now displayed in a Japanese art museum.
!" After saying that, he looked at Fang Yi's smiling face, and couldn't help but remember that the person standing in front of him was also a master of appraisal. And in Zou Heming's view, it seemed that Fang Yi was more reliable, because Fang Yi appraised
None of the works I have ever made have errors.
"The Jinbell Art Museum can have fake ones, but Japanese museums can't have fake ones?" Fang Yi looked at Zou Heming and said with a smile, "What kind of logic are you talking about? The evil thoughts in your mind are too bad!".
Zou Heming smiled and replied: "The Japanese have nothing to do with you, they only have fake paintings in their museums!" After saying that, they followed Fang Yi's footsteps and walked towards the house, while Beavis was carrying the
He saluted Zou Heming and prepared to put it in the guest room.
As soon as he entered the door, little Fang Nu, who was playing hide-and-seek with his grandparents in the living room, saw Zou Heming coming in. He immediately cheered: "Uncle Zou!" and ran towards Zou Heming with Xiao Paoer.
Zou Heming picked up Fang Nu, then took out a thumb-like instrument from his pocket, put it in his mouth and blew: Puff~oo!
"It's fun!" Fang Ruo liked this thing very much because it sounded like farts when blown!
Naturally, once this thing was in Fang Ruo's hands, he couldn't stay in the living room anymore. With the continuous fart sounds, who would be in the mood to stay.
"Where did you get this thing?" Fang Yi glanced at his son who farted happily, and asked while leading Zou Heming upstairs.
Zou Heming said: "This is an instrument from an African tribe! You don't know that all good-sounding instruments are ugly at first, such as violins, saxophones and the like!".
"My house is full of strange sounds now. Do I need to thank you?" Fang Yi said with a smile.
"If you want to thank me, tell me later. Go up and tell me about this painting. I'm concerned about this now!"