Fang Yi smiled and asked, "Do you know whose work this is?"...
"Our family has always called the author Mike. Because his name is the same as mine, I kept it! It's not worth much anyway. They appraised it and said it could only be sold as an ancient painting. The reserve price was about two thousand.
It looks lumpy. I think you like it and you are also a painter, so I gave it to you!" Martin said.
Fang Yi couldn't help but be stunned after hearing this. He raised his head and stared at Martin, with a serious look on his face, as if he really wanted to give this work to him.
Now Fang Yi is most afraid that he will have to pay more than 2,000 US dollars to get this work back to his home. As long as Fang Yi is willing!
After such a conversation, Fang Yi still had the time to think about hacking someone else's painting. He had participated in the Chinese Anti-Japanese War, and he might have been a member of the Flying Tigers. He couldn't in good conscience hack this painting. If
I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well after it gets dark. To be precise, Martin's father blocked Fang Yi's little trick on behalf of old Martin!
To a certain extent, the work placed on the table is so close to Fang Yi, and indeed so far away. Close means within reach in terms of distance, and far means psychologically. For American friends,
Black Hand couldn't bear it. After thinking for about ten seconds, Fang Yi looked at the things at hand and looked at Martin and whispered.
"What did you say?" Martin looked at Fang Yi and said loudly. Michelangelo's name shocked Martin, and his voice could not help but amplify several times, making several tables of people sitting in the cafe
They all turned to look at Fang Yi and Martin.
Martin apologized repeatedly to the people around him and kept saying sorry several times.
After finishing speaking, he said to Fang Yi with a wry smile on his face: "Young man, do you really know how to paint? You know that almost all of Michelangelo's paintings are in museums, right?".
Martin did not believe that the painting of Mike in his hand was by Michelangelo. What kind of person was this man? How could he have his work in his hand?
Martin would still believe it if the people in the film studio said it, but now he is talking about a Chinese sitting in front of him, and he is still so young. He has nothing to say and can't do things well. This is not a Chinese who just closes the door alone.
I said it myself. This sentence is universally applicable to the world. Even if you listen to it
Martin didn't believe what Yi said. He glanced at Fang Yi and asked, "What museum is it called? Does it have a phone number?". At this time, Martin felt a little jealous.
I was wary. I was afraid that the Chinese guy sitting in front of me was a liar.
Fang Yi took a napkin and wrote down the full name of the museum and Tony. After writing, he pushed it in front of Martin: "I don't have a phone number, but you should be able to check it!" Fang Yi
I only have Tony's personal phone number, and it's not appropriate to give this number to Martin. Let him call and ask.
Now it was impossible to pick it up, and a cup of coffee was almost finished. Fang Yi stood up directly: "Thank you for the coffee!". At this time, Fang Yi did not mention the matter of paying the bill, and what he said could be used by others.
For generations, people drank coffee until they were full. After saying that, he shook hands with Martin and then turned around and left the cafe.
Looking at Fang Yi's back, Martin looked confused. He thought for a minute before taking his painting, and then put the money for the coffee and the tip on the table.
Martin drove back to his home with the painting. An ordinary American community is a two-story wooden building. Now only Martin and his wife live there, and several children have already married and started their own businesses and moved out to build their own homes.
family.
After stopping the car in the garage, Martin entered the living room with the painting when he heard his wife look at him and ask: "How is it?".
"The people at the auction house appraised it and said it was an ancient painting, which cost one or two thousand dollars." Martin first told his wife the results of the auction, and then mentioned what Fang Yi said: "But it came out of the auction house."
At that time, I met a young Chinese man and he said that this work was by Michelangelo!"
"Young man? And he's Chinese?" My wife was also confused when she heard this. Judging from the expression on her face, she had the same reaction as Martin: I don't believe it! Can the Chinese understand oil painting better than the photography industry?
"This young man also gave me the name of an Italian museum and asked me to find its director," Martin said to his wife.
"Let's ask Jamie first." His wife gave Martin an idea. Jamie is the youngest son of the two. He is working in New York now, unlike the other children who are far away.
Just ask, Martin put the painting on the table and started to call his son. After a few calls, Martin put down the phone and said to his wife who was busy fixing the dining table: "Jamie
He said let’s check the museum’s number and dial it to give it a try!”.
As he spoke, Martin started to dial to check the phone number, and then dialed the phone number of the museum that Tony hosted. He said Tony's name to the person, and the call was transferred directly to Tony's office.
"Hello, I'm Tony. Do you have anything to do with me?" Tony is looking at the information in his hand. It's not the information about the paintings, but the information about the guests for the museum's fundraising event, so he really hopes for this call.
End it soon.
After Martin introduced the matter, he said: "A young Chinese man said that the work in my hand was a work by Michelangelo, and he gave me your name in the museum!".
"Chinese?!" Tony looked at the information and couldn't think straight: "Can he be sure it is a work by Michelangelo?".
From Tony at the desk, he couldn't help but think of the news just now: An authentic work of Raphael just appeared in an Italian family, and you gave me Michelangelo? And even the story is similar, the two families
They are all hung in my living room. This is too much of a coincidence. Is it possible?
The past few years have been strange, but to be honest, some lost works of art masters have appeared one after another. Now the Raphael wood panel paintings discovered in Italy have been confirmed to be authentic. What needs to be distinguished now is which of the paintings are authentic.
Paintings by Raphael and which ones were painted by assistants. I don’t know if the technical techniques of appraisal have improved or something else. In recent years, it seems that the master’s works have appeared in the collection!
In his heart, Tony even slandered old man Martin: Can you not start dreaming about getting rich after reading a report? And even if you say that you can make it better, you can also hang it in other people's living rooms. Why can't you
Change to the bathroom!
When I thought of this, my mind suddenly flashed. I immediately put down the information I was flipping through and asked Martin on the other end: "Wait! You said you are Chinese?".
"Yes! A young Chinese. I can't tell his exact age, but he looks like he is in his twenties. Anyway, he looks very young!..." Martin talked about Fang Yi's appearance.
"What's your name?" Hearing what Martin said on the other end of the phone, Tony felt excited. He thought that the person Martin was talking about was most likely Fang Yi, so he asked directly to Martin. Unknowingly,
There was a slight tremor in the voice. If it was really Fang Yi, then this work could almost be concluded to have been painted by Michelangelo.
"He said his name was Yi Fang!".
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Tony immediately became happy when he heard this, and kept asking about the situation of the paintings in Martin's hands into the phone.
When Martin heard this, he couldn't help but think to himself: I mentioned Chinese and you didn't ask any more! It's not the fault of Martin's family. Although Fang Yi is very famous now, even if you are famous in this world,
, there are also people who don’t know you.
For example, there are some people who cannot understand a cold humor: Cecilia, please go away, my true love is Han Hong.
After listening to Martin talk about the works he had in hand, Tony began to feel confused. Michelangelo's uninterviewed works were such a temptation for this person who was engaged in art.
After thinking for less than a minute, Tony asked Martin his address: "I will go to New York around tomorrow afternoon. I will contact you when I get to New York!".
The two of them confirmed the time to meet, and Tony hung up the phone. After hanging up the phone, Tony's mind couldn't focus on the guest list. After circling his desk, he dialed
Fang Yi’s phone number.
"Hello! Fang! I'm Tony!" After saying hello, Tony asked Fang Yi.
"Yes! I asked Martin to find you!" Fang Yi nodded and admitted the matter.
"I'll be in New York tomorrow!" Tony said immediately, almost no longer having any doubts in his mind.
"That's okay! Let's have a good chat then! I'm in New York with two friends now." After saying that, Fang Yi told Tony the hotel where he was staying, and asked him to come to this hotel as soon as he arrived in New York.
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Fang Yi put down the phone and said to his two friends who had been shopping around for a long time: "Look! It's a good job of picking up leaks, but I didn't finish it! You think this old Martin is okay?
Why are you mentioning that I was a Chinese Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army? It’s so bad that I’m embarrassed to do it!”
"Well! It's time to take this Martin out and beat him up to make him talk faster!" Zhang Xu said jokingly while looking at Fang Yi.
Li Lin asked Fang Yi about the painting: "Aren't Michelangelo's paintings special? Why can't Martin recognize the masterpiece's works? I haven't seen the original work yet!
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Fang Yi smiled after hearing this: "You won't recognize it even if I let you see it!".
Not to mention that the colors have changed over the years, and the previous works were all painted on wooden boards, and the paint was mixed with oils instead of eggs, so it is called tempera painting in China.
The translation is usually tempera, or tempela or something like that.
After so many years, the color may have changed a little or been oxidized. After the color becomes darker and caster, even people without certain appreciation ability cannot distinguish the original rice. This kind of thing is very normal.)