Blue skies.

Seaside with fine sand.

An old gentleman in a wheelchair is being pushed along the beach slowly, and the man in the wheelchair is the man the world calls a "painter".

There are countless paintings by famous artists in this world, from hundreds of thousands, to millions, and even hundreds of millions.

Behind such a sky-high price, there are intricate interest relationships, money and power transactions, and money laundering......

Fake paintings, on the other hand, have become the hatred of countless collectors.

Industry experts are struggling to figure out how to distinguish the authenticity of a painting.

But even so, there are still many "imitations" that are displayed in various world-class galleries, and the eyes of experts and professors are completely deceived by it.

The wrinkles at the corners of the old gentleman's eyes were very deep, and it was obvious that he had gone through vicissitudes, as if there were not many things in this world.

can make his heart flutter.

"I've heard that your paintings can be fake?"

When the old gentleman spoke, there was a hint of a smile in the wrinkles of his eyes.

At this moment, the painter man pushing the wheelchair smiled modestly and responded: "It's just a false praise, I never paint fake paintings!"

Hearing this, the old gentleman laughed happily, as if no one had played such a joke with him for a long time.

His wrinkled eyes narrowed, and he shook his head with a smile: "I have two paintings of 'The Boy with a Pipe', one in the living room and the other in the gallery. ”

"Which painting do you guess is your work?"

The water slowly rushed onto the beach, almost soaking Mr. Painter's feet.

But when the sea reached a close position, it retreated again.

The painter pretended to be surprised, and replied very seriously: "The Boy with the Pipe is the work of Mr. Picasso, and I wonder why he painted two identical paintings." ”

The old man asked with a smirk, "Are you sure you didn't draw it?"

"I've never painted. Mr. Painter smiled slyly: "Sir, you still tell me the purpose of coming here this time." ”

The old man took a breath with emotion, looked at the blue seaside, and couldn't help but express his life insights: "People, always greedy!"

"Greedy for money, greedy for sex, when I get older, I start to be afraid of death again!"

Mr. Painter smiled politely: "It's just human nature, wealth is not brought in life, and death is not taken away." ”

"But with your body, it shouldn't be a problem to live another twenty or thirty years!"

The old man laughed out loud again, and the young man was always able to say what he wanted to hear, and he was very happy.

The old man smiled and squinted, and said in a very soft voice.

It's like telling a story.

"It is rumored that in the Bermuda Triangle, there is a sea of sea, known as the sea of death. ”

"Those who are lucky enough to come back alive are like crazy people. ”

"Some people have seen pirate ships from hundreds of years ago, others have seen mysterious ghosts, and at the end of the sea there is an island with countless gold treasures, and a towering tree falls. ”

"It is said that the fruit of the tree can live forever if you eat it. ”

"How, doesn't it look like a fairy tale!"

The old man blinked and said with a smile: "Two months ago, a ship that archaeologists concluded to be three hundred years ago floated ashore, the ship was empty, and the hull was full of scars!"

"Interestingly, the fruit and food on the ship are actually fresh, and the composition of the fruit is also a bit different from this era!"

"On the pirate flag is a skull with an eerie smile. ”

"It has been confirmed that the ship is the flag of the great pirates who made waves in the Caribbean three hundred and sixty years ago. ”

At this point, the old man suddenly paused again, then squinted and smiled, "I have here a nautical treasure map that was found from the ship and leads to the Golden Island. ”

"And a yellowed and tattered nautical diary. ”

The old man smiled meaningfully: "Can you give me a few more copies of the same diary, so that more people can set off along this legend?"

"After all, this is a matter of risking their lives, so I want them to have the real thing, from that ship three hundred years ago. ”

"It's a pity that there is only one genuine copy. ”

Mr. Painter paused for a moment, and he understood.

His eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Perhaps, there is more than one nautical diary, after all, there are so many crew members!"

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but laugh again.

Sure enough, the communication between smart people is so simple and comfortable, and everything is logical.

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