? It was so amazing that someone showed appreciation for an oil painting that had just been deemed worthless in the blink of an eye. Even France found it a bit incredible.
What was even more incredible was that the young man actually took out his wallet, took out three one-hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to Tony with a smile.
"If you are willing, I can buy this painting for three hundred dollars and take it back to appreciate it. But if you insist that it is an authentic work by Master Picasso, then there is nothing I can do. You can just enjoy it here.
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Xu Qing's words were neither condescending nor arrogant, as if he was a person who just liked oil painting. At least in the eyes of the two French people, this was the view, because the painting was rolled up and it was impossible to see it.
Tony hesitated for about two seconds, then reached out and took the three U.S. dollars. To be fair, for three hundred U.S. dollars, at least you don't have to lose money to get in, and you can still make a small profit. At least it's enough for a round-trip air ticket.
Tony picked up the scroll beside him and handed it to Xu Qing with a smile: "From now on, it's yours."
Xu Qing thanked him and returned to his seat with the scroll. Lu Yinxue had already finished chewing the piece of foie gras that looked like a rabbit. She looked at the scroll in his hand and smiled slightly: "When did you learn to speak English? It seems that you are still speaking very well.
Smooth."
Xu Qing said with a smile: "It's just a waste of money. I spent three hundred dollars to buy an oil painting that might be Lao Bi's. When we get married, we can hang it on the wall of our new house to add a touch of Western art."
Lu Yinxue was used to hearing this guy's talk and said in a low voice: "Which boss? The host of Avenue of Stars?"
Xu Qing unfolded the scroll in his hand and showed it to Lu Yinxue. It showed two long-haired foreign women who were prostitutes. The strangest thing was that there was a horizontal eye in the middle of their foreheads. If
If you show it to people who don't know the art, they really don't know what kind of art this is.
This picture of a three-eyed woman is not a work by Picasso. On the contrary, it is a poor imitation. However, under the scanning of the perspective eye, there is a portrait below the imitation, which is a portrait of a person.
The expression on the face of the native girl lying quietly on the ground is full of pure temptation, and every part that can show the charm of a woman is vividly depicted.
The moment he saw this painting, Xu Qing had a blood-curdling feeling. When nakedness is sublimated to the level of art, even if you take off your naked clothes and walk on the street, people will be in awe, even if you are a man.
When it is raised, the woman is wet, which also gives people a feeling that can only be viewed from a distance but not played with.
Xu Qing was almost sure that this was the work of the master Picasso, an authentic work that could be hidden under a poor imitation. Even people who don't know how to paint can have a subtle resonance with this painting, especially men.
"Old Bi from the Avenue of Stars can tinker with oil paintings? In my opinion, he's pretty close to painting a map." Xu Qing joked, "Why don't I give this painting to you as a gift, and then you'll be responsible for hanging it in our new house."
Lu Yinxue's pretty face heated up, and she lowered her head and said, "I don't know how to appreciate this painting, so you should keep it yourself. Didn't you say you would take me somewhere after dinner?"
Xu Qing slapped his forehead fiercely and said: "Oh, why did I forget this? Fortunately, you reminded me, let's go!" After saying that, he quickly rolled up the oil painting in his hand, pulled Lu Yinxue and left the restaurant together, and stopped him when he went out.
The taxi went straight to Huajiang Hotel, and it looked like the room card in his pocket was about to be used.
The moment she walked into the hotel door, Lu Yinxue understood what this guy was planning, but she didn't refuse. There was always a faint smile on her lips, and from time to time she would glance at the little man next to her with her scissor-like eyes.
Looking at him looking smug and a little nervous.
It is said that when a man pursues a woman, he is like a loaded bullet. Sooner or later, he has to shoot out. As for whether the woman is shot, it depends on the accuracy of the man's marksmanship. Lu Yinxue feels that she has been shot by the little man in front of her.
Hit, but she is not a woman without her own opinion. This little man often gives people an elusive feeling. He is simple and a little domineering, dull and a little infatuated, and even has a kind of feeling.
An indescribable sense of mystery...
The little man is undoubtedly excellent, and he seems to be getting better and better, but it is precisely because of his excellence that Lu Yinxue feels a sense of urgency in her heart. She longs for a complete love that can at least be fulfilled every day.
It seems difficult to meet each other and say a few heart-warming words now!
Lu Yinxue walked very slowly. She thought of the story about carrots and sticks that a best friend told her a few days ago. Once upon a time, there was a kind of donkey that carried goods. It liked to eat carrots the most, but it was often lazy and difficult to control. It drove the donkey.
People came up with a clever trick, (4) Put a carrot in front of the donkey, and use a big stick to drive it behind. If it moves forward, the donkey will eventually eat the carrot, but if it steps back or stops, it will be hit by a few big sticks. In this way
Once the donkey arrives, he can only carry the load obediently.
The best friend said that men are like donkeys carrying goods. If you want to make them obedient, you have to use carrots and sticks. Lu Yinxue feels like a big carrot that is crunchy and crunchy. Now she is being raped by this donkey.
The donkey planned to chew, but he was destined to be disappointed today.
There is no big stick, but there is a magic weapon to prevent the donkey from chewing the carrot, which all women have in their bags.
Xu Qing happily walked ahead with the room card in hand. After going around a few places, he finally found the corresponding room, a standard room for couples. The room card said "Yuanyang Building". As the name suggests, it is convenient for couples to come and book a room.
The moment Xu Qing opened the door with the room key, he suddenly thought of a quote from a great man: Love with the purpose of not getting married is all a hooliganism.
Snap!
The door opened, and Xu Qing took Lu Yinxue's little hand and walked into the room. He closed the door with a click of his heels, and then threw away the scroll in his hand. Bang! It landed in the trash can in the corner of the room. If Picasso had let Picasso
If the master knows that someone is ruining his most proud work like this, he wonders if he will jump up from heaven and scold his mother.
Xu Qing couldn't help but grab Lu Yinxue's slender waist, lowered his head and kissed her. He hugged her tightly, like a hungry beast catching a delicious little sheep, and a warm palm was kissing her.
It penetrated the skirt of the clothes, cut through the edge of the hood, and clasped a soft mass.
Lu Yinxue even struggled feebly, but a bud on her chest was caught between her fingers, and she kept rubbing it carefully. Oh! An encouraging sound came out from the sealed lips.
Moaning, the flames between the two suddenly rose...
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