Cao Xiang finally couldn't help but remind, "Bai Ye, don't ignore this matter, let alone take it lightly, you have to be mentally prepared......"

"What preparations?" Bai Ye asked with a frown.

Cao Xiang pondered for a moment before exhaling: "Preparation for the damage of reputation." ”

“…… Why?"

Bai Ye was stunned and couldn't figure out the situation.

Cao Xiang was speechless for a while before he said, "Let's go, go to Mr. Ross for final confirmation." ”

“…… Yes. ”

Bai Ye groaned and raised the bread, "Do you want to eat breakfast?"

“……”

Half an hour later, the two left the hotel and headed for Mr. Ross's estate.

The location of the estate, in the wealthy area of the city. On both sides of the spacious road, there are various green trees, which are very regular and block the view.

Through the gaps in the trees, you can vaguely see villas and mansions. The owners of hundreds of houses here control almost the economic lifeline of the entire city.

Mr. Ross is one of them.

His manor is located in the middle of the wealthy area, covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters. There is plenty of space to create a variety of recreational facilities.

Parking at the iron fence gate, through the doorman, Mr. Ross was contacted, and permission was obtained, and the two of them went all the way to the meeting room.

"Welcome ......"

Mr. Ross seemed to have expected that the two would come to visit. So in the living room, the hot tea that has been brewed has been brewed, and the fragrant coffee is overflowing.

"Mr. Ross. ”

Bai Ye brought the painting and gestured directly: "You give me this painting...... What does that mean exactly?"

"Bai, this is your work, I will buy it and return it to you, don't you like it?" Mr. Ross smiled and said, "If you don't like it, you can resell it and sell it again." White, I have to say, you are really an all-rounder. ”

"Not only is he gifted in architectural design, but he is also a genius in drawing. Do you know how much it cost me to buy your painting?"

Mr. Ross exclaimed, "That's 150,000...... That's the price of a second-tier painter in the market. ”

Don't think that second-line painters are very low-end.

You must know that in the market, the works of second-tier painters are the mainstream of transactions. Because the works of first-line or top painters are basically sought-after goods at auctions, and the price is often more than one million, and the average rich person does not dare to buy it easily.

In contrast, the works of second-tier painters are not bad in artistry, the quality is guaranteed, the price is relatively cheap, and there is room for investment appreciation, so they are favored by collectors.

So Mr. Ross, this is a compliment, not a disparagement.

You know, this is the international market, not the domestic market. How many great painters in China, their works cannot be sold internationally at all.

Only the top masters of the art world can break the barriers of cultural barriers and sell their works at a high price. And Bai Ye's works are selling well in the international market, which shows that he has potential in this area.

According to common sense, Shiraba should indeed be happy.

The problem is, it's a copy.

Bai Ye was very direct and straight to the point: "Mr. Ross, this painting is fake, not my work." I don't know who it is, copying my paintings, selling them on the market. I think this is a very serious fraud that needs to be stopped. ”

"What, fake?"

Mr. Ross was stunned and taken aback, "Impossible, it has your signature on it, and the appraisal report......"

"The certificate is also fake. Bai Ye said seriously: "Is it my own work, can't I tell yet?"

Mr. Ross's face was gloomy, and he suddenly rose, "No, I went to settle accounts with them, and they dared to deceive me, I really don't know whether to live or die." ”

He was really kind, and he saw Bai Ye's work on the market, so he happily bought it and returned it to the other party, which can be regarded as a kind of favor.

But I didn't expect to buy a fake.

This is not a favor, but a slap in the face. Even if the ignorant is not guilty, it is impossible for Mr. Ross to let this person who deceived himself easily.

"Let's go!"

Mr. Ross is old, but he still has a resolute character. He immediately gathered the people, and then took Bai Ye and Cao Xiang, drove a mighty convoy, and went to settle accounts.

The place where I bought the paintings, it was a gallery in the city. It's right next to the affluent area, just a few minutes by car.

More than a dozen luxury cars parked at the entrance of the gallery. The people inside naturally saw it, especially when they saw Mr. Ross walking down in the luxury car, and the staff in the gallery were also very discerning and lined up to greet them.

Mr. Ross walked into the gallery with a calm face, surrounded by everyone, and shouted, "What about your boss, tell him to come out and see me." ”

Hey, isn't that right?

A few gallery employees chuckled in their hearts, and they had an ominous premonition. But they knew better about Mr. Rose's identity and status, and they certainly didn't dare to disobey him.

At that moment, an employee hurried away and returned with the boss in a moment.

The owner of the gallery, or rather the gallerist, is a middle-aged fat man. His sideburns are shaved and he wears artistic braids, which has a bit of a sense of fashion.

As soon as he came out, he smiled and said, "Mr. Ross, come here, and ...... is shining."

Well, Cao Xiang's translation probably means this.

Anyway, when Mr. Ross heard this, he didn't mean to ease up at all, and directly motioned to a few people next to him to lift the work up, and then pointed to the painting and scolded the gallerist.

The foam of the mouth was flying, and the gallerist was stunned, doubting his life. Fortunately, Mr. Ross has not been to Wuhan recently, so the safety of the gallery owner is still guaranteed.

It took a long time for the gallerist to come to his senses and intend to explain. But Mr. Ross didn't bother to listen, and immediately turned around and said, "White, you tell him." ”

"Say what?"

Bai Ye pouted, the language was not understood, how to communicate.

However, at this time, the gallerist's mouth came out of the stiff Chinese, "Sir, just speak, speak slowly...... I can understand. ”

Hey!

Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, the Chinese language of this world is one of the official languages of the world, and it is not unusual for the gallery owner to understand it.

Well, as long as you can communicate, you are not afraid of chickens and ducks.

Bai Ye's mood was finally a little more cheerful, and he pointed to the work next to him and said, "Boss, I want to inquire, did you buy this painting, or did someone else consign it from you?" ”

The gallerist's eyes rolled slightly, his eyes flickered, and he evaded the question, "What are you asking this for?"

"Because his name is Bai Ye and he is the owner of this painting...... Phew, that's wrong. ”

Mr. Ross snapped: "This painting is a fake, forged his painting and deceived me. Conn, this is a serious breach of trust, dereliction of duty, and your gallery is going to be finished......"