In the evening.

A street full of graffiti.

The walls are covered with a variety of spray-painted patterns, and a large part of them are abstract art paintings that are difficult for ordinary people to appreciate.

In a chaotic gallery, there are paintings that ordinary people don't know how to appreciate.

"Smack"

Dong Ergou squatted down and took a slow puff of cigarette, and in front of him fell an extremely abstract painting, like a black cardboard, waving white chalk indiscriminately.

Everyone is very serious and tries to appreciate the soul art of this painting.

Qi Xiaogou replied awkwardly: "I don't understand." ”

Sun Yuan sat with his legs crossed and said with a joking smile: "Nonsense, if art can be understood, it is not called art." ”

He went on to explain: "This painting is the work of the American abstract art master, Tompoli, called 'Blackboard'!"

"A while ago, it was sold at Sotheby's auction for more than $70 million, setting a record for this year's auction!"

Dong Ergou squatted there and studied it carefully for a while, he silently estimated the exchange rate, and said, "That's more than 400 million!"

Magic thief Zhong Xujie naturally has a deeper understanding of this kind of artwork, and he said excitedly: "Brother Sun seems to have research!"

"But I like Hearst's "Shark" more than that, and that one also sold 300 million. ”

Sun Yuan smiled and didn't deny it, he didn't know much about artworks, but because this thing was valuable, it was still involved.

Both this "Blackboard" and "Shark" are among the works that have caused a sensation in recent years.

And the number of fakes of this kind of work on the market is also incalculable.

There are also good and bad in fakes, and there is a big difference.

Zhong Xujie analyzed: "The vast majority of fakes are shoddy and can't stand serious scrutiny at all. ”

"If it can play a slightly deceptive role, it means that the painter who painted the fake is quite good!"

"But this painting is obviously a super-level imitation, from the details of the texture, as well as the sense of rushing to the face, I smell the professional level, unless there are experts who have in-depth research on the real thing, there should be no way to see through this is a fake in a short time. ”

"I conservatively estimate that it can last two minutes. ”

Dong Ergou muttered, "It's only two minutes, is it enough?"

Zhong Xujie replied confidently: "If you are enough, I will be enough!"

Look at me, people, and I'll look at you.

Liang Fu decisively decided: "Since this is the case, then this painting!"

With that, they looked at the creator of the fake, a "painter" with disheveled hair and paint-stained clothes.

Sun Yuan also squinted his eyes and said to himself: "Among the many imitation painters of the abstract art school, the old gentleman's skill may be considered rare." ”

The "painter" had white hair, looked like he was in his sixties, and was dressed in paint-stained clothes.

The old painter said "cough" twice, and then smiled modestly: "False praise, false praise!"

"I don't know how much the old gentleman is willing to sell us?" Liang Fu asked curiously.

There was a bang.

Everyone's eyes fell on the old man.

The old man's wrinkled eyes narrowed, then he raised his hand and spread his palm.

Dong Ergou frowned, and said in amazement: "Fifty thousand?"

Flutter!

Sun Yuan looked at Dong Ergou like a fool, and then corrected: "It's 500,000!"

"Is the fake one so expensive?" Qi Xiaogou was a little confused, they used to be a winery, and they also gambled a few times from time to time, racing cars or something.

I really don't know much about the market for this kind of fake paintings.

The old man's deep pupils looked around at the expressions of these guests, secretly wondering about their ability to accept the price, and then asked meaningfully: "Who told you this is fake?"

As soon as these words fell, everyone was stunned for an instant, and it took a few seconds to suddenly understand what it meant.

"Interesting, I bought it!"

Sun Yuan smiled very happily: "What the old gentleman said is right, no one said that this is fake!"

With that, he directly opened the black suitcase next to him, and then counted 500,000 cash on the spot and put it on the table.

Those who can touch this kind of place to buy fakes are naturally not ordinary people.

Seeing that Liang Fu and others paid so simply, the painter was not much surprised, but silently picked up the black cloth and wrapped the "Blackboard" and sent it to Sun Yuan.

turned around and took the 500,000 cash away, and the whole process seemed extremely skillful and familiar.

Sun Yuan took the painting into the car, and then everyone looked at each other, and waved goodbye to the old painter with a polite smile.

Qi Xiaopu stepped on the accelerator, and the car quickly disappeared into the alley.

It's like it's never been here.

……

A few minutes later.

No one noticed at all.

In the chaotic gallery just now, a man in his early thirties with an embarrassed beard was holding a painting and re-placing it in its vacant position.

The vacant position is naturally the "Blackboard" that Liang Fu bought by them.

Now that it has been put back on it, it is a fake that is exactly the same as the one that was just bought.

The old man sighed beside him: "Sir's paintings are becoming more and more real." ”

I'm afraid that very few people know that the person who is really called "Mr. Painter" by the outside world is actually this man in his thirties.

And the gray-haired old man was just his butler.

Mr. Painter looked puzzled, frowned, and said, "They didn't make a counteroffer. ”

The old man shook his head and smiled: "Maybe I'm in a hurry, maybe I have found a buyer, and I will make money as soon as I sell it, and I don't care about this money at all." ”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple!" Mr. Painter squinted as if he had thought of something interesting, and he suppressed his voice, "Didn't you watch the news?"

"News?"

The old man thought something was wrong, and shook his head in a panic: "What news?"

Mr. Painter explained earnestly: "Among the group of people just now, there is a person surnamed Zhong, who is a fugitive who was rescued from the Luoyang prison robbery a few days ago. ”

The old man suddenly grew his mouth and asked in shock, "What ......?"

"I have specially checked, this person used to be a big thief, specializing in stealing rare collections in museums or art exhibitions!" Mr. Painter whispered indifferently: "And next week, there will be an international art abstract exhibition in China, and "Blackboard" may be displayed!"

Hearing this, the old man's heart suddenly set off a storm!

"Are they !!?"

Mr. Painter looked in the direction of the door with complicated eyes, and then silently touched a cigarette and lit it with a "pop".

Only then did he slowly speak: "Let's clean up these two days, it's time to change places." ”

The old man was slow for a few seconds, and then nodded in reaction, if the group of people just now really exchanged fake paintings for real paintings, then once they were recognized, it was very likely that they would be affected.

Thinking of this, he secretly regretted that he would not sell this painting if he knew it!

Just now, I was glad that the other party didn't make a counteroffer and made a few more dollars, but I didn't expect to almost get into trouble.