Not two days after Fang Yi talked about this matter, Li Lin came over to ask Fang Yi this question, and he didn't mean to make any pleasantries at all. He went straight to the topic after the call came in and was very straightforward...
"Do you think this is reliable?" Li Lin told Fang Yi what Zhang Xu had discussed with him and then asked directly to Fang Yi on the other end of the phone.
Fang Yi listened and said with a smile: "What's so unreliable? If the little devil sells this thing, don't ask someone to identify it. Just use a polarizer and adjust it. If it's a little more orange-red, just sweep it away."
You can see the name on the paint base, but you need to adjust the polarized color well."
"How much can I buy?" Li Lin asked Fang Yi again.
"That painting is probably worth a hundred thousand dollars at most, so why can't you and Zhang Xu buy it?" Fang Yi asked with a smile on the receiver.
Li Lin laughed happily after hearing this: "It's my first time to speculate and I don't have any confidence!" After a pause, he said: "No matter what, if you say you can buy it, then buy it. This kind of business can be done so many times a year. I
Even if you don’t think about it, you can’t do it! No wonder Zhang Xu and Zhu Zheng said that you are a money tree and money will drop when you touch it. From this incident, it turns out that it is indeed the case!”.
"You think this is buying soy milk in the morning! This may not happen once in more than ten years. If it were really Vermeer's own work, I would have kept it myself." Fang Yi said with a smile: "Is it your turn?"
!".
"Whether it's a good turn or not, I'll thank you this time anyway," Li Lin said with a smile. Li Lin was already very grateful to Fang Yi for telling Zhang Xu about this and Zhang Xu was willing to take him with him.
, so there is no need to say anything else. Now Li Lin understands,
Why does Zhang Xu’s discernment in buying paintings make people look so evil? Most of them can always appreciate in value, and one-third of the paintings can double or triple. It’s not Zhang Xu’s discernment, but his understanding.
My friends are so awesome. With these friends, sometimes I can’t even think about getting rich!
After hearing this, Fang Yi said: "It's okay, by the way, I won't go to your company when it opens!".
"If a small and broken company doesn't come, it won't come! What's the point of saying this? But if you don't come, you have to get the red envelope!" Li Lin said happily. Li Lin thought for a while and finally accepted An Xiaojun's proposal and got one.
Jiangnan's general agent has been doing his job well, and now he has rented an office in the Electronic Street of Shicheng. Although the stall is not big, it is already well established. It will open in a few days.
"That's for sure!" Fang Yi said with a smile: "Let Zhang Xu take him there! Anyway, I will contribute as much as he contributes, there is no need to overthink it!".
The two chatted for a while and then hung up the phone. Fang Yi put down the phone and concentrated on painting his own work.
Here comes the day, first of all, Nick and his gang of Versailles appraisers published their appraisal results in a magazine, supporting that the painting "Plenty" in Fang Yi's hands is the authentic one. Next, a Rubens research expert in Germany also published
He expressed his own opinion and supported the key point that the works in Fang Yi’s hands are authentic.
As a result, the entire trend in the news has suddenly changed. Some magazines were still supporting the Japanese pavilion as an authentic work in the last issue, but now they have changed their tone in this issue and support the one in Fang Yi's hand.
It turns out that Sotheby's identification results were supported by many gunmen, and most people believed that they were accurate. Now the opinion in the magazine has become half and half.
This 50/50 result only lasted less than a week. As Hashimoto Mitsuichi expressed his opinion in a Japanese magazine, he supported Fang Yishou's works as authentic works. Even the Japanese themselves chose to admit that Fang Yishou's works were authentic.
It's a fake! What's there to say? Now the limelight has become one-sided. As more and more people support the authenticity of the work in Fang Yi's hands, Sophoby's life is getting harder and harder.
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Now Wright is sitting at his desk. He no longer has the composure he had a while ago. His eyes are slightly bloodshot and he is looking at the magazine in front of him. In front of him, he is facing the old man who insists that his identification result is correct.
Jill is now sitting alone on the chair opposite Wright's table.
This time the company is in serious trouble! Not only the two people sitting across from each other know about it, but even the people who clean the toilets in the company may know about the trouble the company is facing now.
"Mr. Gill, what do you think we should do this time?" Wright clicked the magazine in his hand and looked at the old man opposite and said.
The hatred in Wright's heart when he saw this old man was so intense. If it hadn't been for the confidence that this old man showed in the appraisal results, he would have allowed himself to survive until today. Moreover, he had spent a huge sum of money on the company at the request of the board of directors.
Money! Part of this money was spent on hiring gunmen. Now it seems that it would be better not to spend the money at all.
"Mr. Wright, I said at the beginning that if what Fang Yi is holding is authentic, then the basis for our judgment of the style of the works of this period will undergo fundamental changes. This is the situation now!" The old man Gill said to him.
Wright said.
Now that things have come out, the company definitely needs someone to take the blame! Judging from the old man’s many years of experience in corporate politics, the general manager of the New York branch sitting opposite him now feels that he is right.
The choice! The position must have a position, and the weight must be substantial! As soon as Guan Jian pushed him out, he immediately let the public see the company's full sincerity for the first time.
As for Jill himself? He is just an appraiser. Even if he is introduced as an unknown person, he will not attract much interest from the outside world. Moreover, he is still a person who has made great achievements in his job. When it comes to the appraisal of famous paintings, he believes that the company can still do it for the time being.
I can't live without myself. As for waiting for the limelight to pass in the future, I'll take my time to figure it out. In short, I'll take myself out of this matter first.
From Gill's point of view, this matter really has nothing to do with him. There are right and wrong in the appraisal industry. I have never heard of anyone who can guarantee that he will not make mistakes in his life. Moreover, he has already told the general manager in front of many people.
With this possibility in mind, this decision is made by the person in front of me and cannot be influenced by me as a little chief appraiser.
Sometimes it's a good thing to have a small hat on your head! Now Jill feels that her career is not higher than the one in front of her, which is really a bit lucky.
After hearing Gil's words, Wright couldn't help but tighten his expression. He tapped his fingers on the table and after thinking for two or three minutes, he recalled that something like this seemed to have happened.
Thinking of this matter, Wright suddenly became happy. His face cleared away the gloom just now and began to reveal his usual smile. But now the smile was accompanied by slightly red eyes, which obviously made the old man Gill opposite him feel uncomfortable.
"Well, I remembered, then you can go back," Wright said to Jill in a soft tone. After saying that, he watched the old man stand up from the chair, walked out of his office and closed the door behind him.
As soon as Jill disappeared from the door, Wright leaned his head on the back of the chair, raised his hands and rubbed his face. Wright himself knew that he would not be able to get out this time. The seat under his butt was now
The countdown has begun. As for when the board of directors will fire him, it depends on when these old guys will come up with it. He will be kicked out for sure, and it will happen in the next few days!
But! Wright thought that he was taking the blame, but he couldn't bear this matter alone. Shouldn't he also find a punching bag? And in his opinion, this mistake was not all his fault.
.The conclusion given by the appraisal team is wrong. How can you blame yourself entirely!
Thinking of this, I immediately selected the most satisfying punching bag in my mind. Who wouldn’t be angry? If the board of directors is looking for you, then you should look for someone else!
Wright reached out and dialed the phone on the table. When the call came through, he opened his mouth and said: "Inform Jill to go to the finance office to get what he deserves, so he doesn't have to come in the afternoon!".
After speaking, he hung up the phone directly without listening to the other party's answer. Then he shook the back of his chair and let out a sigh of relief and said, "Humph! Now I'm still the general manager of New York!".
Soon the employees of the New York company realized this. Even if they didn't realize it, when they saw Jill being escorted by security guards with cartons in both hands out of the company door, they should have known that at this time, in order to save their own
It's better to avoid messing with this general manager for your job.
Wright, who had fired Gill, did not stay in the company for more than a week. When Rubens' authority as a connoisseur overwhelmingly supported the authenticity of the painting in Fang Yi's hand, Wright, like Gill, held the cardboard box in his hand.
The son walked out of the company's door.
Wright opened the door and walked down the steps. He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the office building behind him. In almost twelve years, he had entered Sotheby's from a boy who had just graduated from school.
After becoming the New York general manager of Softby, and then putting all his belongings into the cardboard box he was holding, Wright didn't know what to say for a while. If he could describe it in one sentence, it would be: It doesn't have a special taste.
In my heart!
"Hey, Wright!".
Wright didn't expect someone to call him, so he turned around and saw a black Bentley parked on the side of the road, and the person who was talking to him was standing at the door of the car, holding the car with one hand and rolling a cigar in his hand.
Not Lawrence, the owner of Lawrence Gallery? Who is Zou?
"What? Come here early in the morning to watch my jokes?" Wright walked up to Zou Heming holding the cardboard box.
Zou Heming smiled, took out a cigar from his pocket, and gestured to Wright: "Are you kidding me? At this time, I might as well sleep a little longer with the little girl in my arms, while you hold me
Is the cardboard box more beautiful than a supermodel?".
Wright directly put the cardboard box in his hand on the roof of the car, took the cigar from Zou Heming, lit it and took a long puff: "Since you are not here to make fun of me, then take me home on the way!".
"We don't even have a car. If I don't come, you can only take a taxi back?" Zou Heming said jokingly.
"My car used to be provided by the company! Now that I have been kicked out, I no longer have a car," Wright said, blowing out a puff of smoke from his mouth.
"Get in the car!" Zou Heming said and waved to Wright: "I have something to do, let's get in the car and talk about it!" After saying that, he got into the car first.
Wright smiled, feeling relieved that he no longer had to think about which company to submit his resume to. (To be continued...)