"Tony, we sold that painting cheaply!" That day, Brian hurried to Tangning and said with a painful look on his face.
"Which painting?" Tangning asked in confusion.
Brian replied angrily: "What else can I do? It's just a ghost painting!"
"Didn't you sell that ghost painting for a thousand dollars? How can you say it was cheap?" Tangning asked in confusion.
"Then do you know how much this painting is sold for now?" Brian asked.
Tangning shook her head and replied, "Then I don't know, but from what you're saying, it must be more than a thousand dollars, right?"
"This painting now has this number!" Brian replied, shaking his palms.
"Fifteen hundred dollars?" Tangning guessed.
Brian replied dumbfounded: "If it's one thousand and fifty dollars, how can I make such a gesture? This is obviously five thousand dollars!"
"What?! Five thousand dollars?! Are you kidding me?" Tangning couldn't help but exclaimed.
Brian snorted coldly and said: "Who are you kidding me? This is not necessarily the final and highest price, because there are still people looking to buy it!"
"But that painting is not worth so much anyway!" Tangning murmured to himself. In fact, it was not the five thousand US dollars that shocked him, but the price that somewhat destroyed his vision and confidence.
"I don't know if it's worth so much, but now many people are grabbing this painting. If I had known, I wouldn't have sold it so early!" Brian said with regret.
Although Tang Ning wanted to tell Brian that the painting was indeed not worth that much, and she had already made a profit of one thousand dollars when she sold it, but the current situation made it impossible for her to open her mouth.
At this time, Brian said again: "But fortunately, I grabbed another painting. This time I will never make this mistake again!"
"Wait a minute, you grabbed another painting. What does this mean?" Tangning asked curiously.
Brian explained: "Tony, you are in New York recently, so you don't know, because after your painting "The Oath of the Batavians" and my painting "Venus", the whole New Orleans is now in a state of chaos.
I started rummaging through those old paintings, not to mention a few valuable oil paintings, and I finally managed to grab a copy of Boucher's "Leda and the Swan"!"
"You said you bought Boucher's "Leda and the Swan"?" Tangning asked in disbelief.
Brian proudly replied: "Yes, how valuable is it?"
"Where did you buy it?" Tangning asked.
Brian replied proudly. "A farmer saw that the oil paintings in New Orleans were valuable recently, so he took an ancestral painting from his family to the gallery. It turned out that it was a work by Boucher. I happened to be there that day, so he grabbed it.
Come down."
Hearing this answer, Tang Ning murmured in her heart, because she must know that François Boucher is the most famous Rococo master in France. He served as the president of the French Academy of Fine Arts and the chief painter of the royal family during his lifetime. His paintings are not to mention today.
, even when he was alive, it was extremely valuable. How could it be found casually in a farmer's house?
So Tangning stood up and asked, "Where is this painting now? Take me to see it!"
"It's in my safe!"
When they arrived at Brian's house, Tangning only took one look and concluded, "This is definitely not a painting by Boucher!"
"Tony, are you sure?" Brian asked with a frown.
Tangning nodded vigorously and replied: "Of course I am sure. I have copied Boucher's paintings many times, so I will definitely see them correctly!"
"Well, actually it doesn't matter whether it's a Boucher or something. I'm not collecting it. As long as someone is willing to buy it, I can make money!" Brian comforted himself.
"You said someone wants to buy this painting from you now?" Tangning asked with some confusion.
"Yes, there are several of them!" Brian replied proudly.
"Then what price are they willing to pay?" Tangning asked.
Brian replied: "I took it for five hundred dollars. Some of them offered six hundred dollars, and some offered seven hundred dollars!"
"Since you can make a profit, I advise you to sell it quickly!" Tang Ning advised.
Brian refused without hesitation: "This is not possible. I can't make the same mistake as the ghost painting before!"
"Brian, listen to me, I feel something is wrong about this matter. Think about it, New Orleans is not London or Paris, how can it be possible that there are so many oil paintings by masters hidden among the people?" Tangning continued to persuade patiently.
Brian retorted: "How is it impossible? Our ancestors all migrated from Europe, and those masters painted so many paintings, and many of them became famous after their death, so they lived among the people.
Isn't something normal? Isn't it normal to move to New Orleans? Our New Orleans is the city with the largest number of French immigrants, otherwise where would the French Quarter come from? Also, isn't this inspired by your painting "The Oath of the Batavians"
Because of the influence of that ghost painting, everyone took out all the oil paintings at home. Isn’t this very reasonable?"
"This, this" Tangning was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to refute, but he just felt that something was wrong here, so he could only sigh and leave helplessly.
After returning home, Tangning was a little surprised to find that her little apprentice Deanna was actually here, so she curiously asked: "Deanna, don't you have to look after the store today?"
Deanna shook her head and replied: "No, Aunt Melissa is taking care of it for me!"
Then the conversation changed and he asked: "Teacher, do you know that many valuable oil paintings have appeared in New Orleans recently?"
Tangning nodded and replied, "I heard a little bit about it, but why did you also accept the painting?"
"That's not true, but I helped my friends appraise a few paintings, because they all know that I am learning oil painting appraisal from you, the teacher!" Deanna complimented Tangning, and then changed the topic again: "But I don't know why, I always
I feel like something is very wrong about this!”
"Oh? What's wrong?" Tangning asked casually.
Deanna answered: "I don't know if you have noticed, Mr. Tangning, but there have been a lot of outsiders coming to New Orleans recently!"
"Is it strange that there are foreigners in New Orleans?" Tangning replied disapprovingly, because as the largest port city in the Confederacy, it is strange that there are no foreigners in New Orleans.
Deanna quickly waved her hands and said, "Oh, Teacher Tangning, I didn't express myself clearly. What I meant was that those who speculate on paintings are all outsiders, and many farmers who suddenly have many valuable oil paintings in their homes have also had outsiders visit before.
Their home.”
PS: I’m so nervous. Tonight is very likely to be a moment to witness history. Who is the paper tiger will be revealed soon. Stay up late and wait!
