"Anyway, I don't have any money, you can do it......" Li Guozhong said lazily: "I can keep this news for three days, this is for the sake of our cooperation for many years." After three days, if someone is higher, I will give the message to the others. ”

"Got it. Zhang Zhigang put down Li Guozhong's phone and immediately drove to the painter's village.

The address provided by Li Guozhong is on the very edge of the painter's village, but it is actually very far away from the place where the painters live, but it is very close to the local villagers.

Zhang Zhigang parked the car in front of the courtyard gate, checked the address, confirmed that it was correct, and then knocked on the door.

After a long time, a middle-aged man in his fifties lazily opened the courtyard door: "Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Zhigang hurriedly asked, "Is Xu Zhiqiang here?"

"I am. The other party looked at Zhang Zhigang: "Who are you?"

"Introduce yourself...... Zhang Zhigang hurriedly handed over a business card: "I am the person in charge of a famous art auction house. ”

"Auctioned?" the other party became a little vigilant: "What's the matter with you?"

"I want to know more about Xu Xiqiang. ”

"There's not much to know. The other party said that he was about to close the door: "The person has been dead for many years, and I don't know what you are asking about." ”

"You?" Zhang Zhigang hurriedly pressed the door so that the other party could not close it: "So there are other people besides me who have come to look for it?"

The other party was very impatient: "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Yes, I am very interested in Mr. Xu Xiqiang's paintings and want to see if they are sold. ”

"How can you give money?"

"Of course. Zhang Zhigang hurriedly said: "And a lot of money." ”

"How much can you give?"

Zhang Zhigang said with a smile: "As long as you have it on hand, 10,000 yuan a pair." ”

"Pull it down. The other party smiled disdainfully: "Do you know how much you have been asking about during this time, and how much is the price?"

Zhang Zhigang was taken aback: "How much?"

"You'd better hurry up. The other party shook his head impatiently: "I don't want to talk to you more when I see you." ”

"I'm sincere, absolutely sincere!" Zhang Zhigang was afraid of missing this opportunity: "No matter how much others bid, I will increase the price at least double!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. Speaking of this, Zhang Zhigang sighed very regretfully: "Not long ago, I happened to see Xu Xiqiang's work, and I was immediately shocked by the work of heaven and man, and I never dreamed that we Chinese people would have such an outstanding oil painting author." When I came to visit Xu Xiqiang, it had nothing to do with financial interests, but out of reverence for a great painter. ”

"What you said is quite beautiful...... the other party sighed very emotionally: "After so many years, someone finally fell in love with my brother's painting, but unfortunately the person is no longer there." ”

Zhang Zhigang asked tentatively: "I...... Can you go in and talk about it?"

"Come in. The other party is the fake Xu Zhiqiang, that is, Fang Zuiyun's housekeeper, who has been living here waiting for Zhang Zhigang to visit.

After Zhang Zhigang was invited into the courtyard, he found a place to sit down, looked around, and suddenly felt a strong artistic atmosphere.

This so-called "atmosphere" is not a pretending statement, a place where an artist has lived for a long time will leave many traces in all aspects, and it will inevitably be different from others.

In fact, not only artists, but even other groups, such as the home of a dick otaku, must have a large amount of rolling paper.

This kind of atmosphere is difficult to disguise, Zhang Zhigang is in this line of work after all, so you can see it at a glance.

"Xu Xiqiang is my brother......" This fake Xu Zhiqiang said slowly: "My brother is 198...... I was born in 9, and there were a lot of painters in the village at that time, and I don't know how, so I liked to paint......"

When Zhang Zhigang heard these words, he thought about it in his heart, Guangsha was originally just a very ordinary coastal town, but in 1979, it became a special zone, officially opening the door to reform and opening up, and foreign culture poured in along with foreign capital. Xu Xiqiang was born in Guangsha for ten years after the reform and opening up, and the first batch of painters just moved into the painter's village, of course, the painter's village was just a village at that time.

Zhang Zhigang nodded thoughtfully: "In other words, your younger brother grew up with the painter's village." ”

"Let's just say that. Xu Zhiqiang sighed: "There are more and more painters here, and my brother often communicates with painters, and he hasn't learned anything seriously, just messing around by himself." ”

"What?" Zhang Zhigang was very surprised: "Your brother has not received real art training?"

"What about training. Xu Zhiqiang shook his head vigorously: "My brother has been frail and sickly since he was a child, and he quit before finishing elementary school, and has been hiding at home to paint." Because of his poor health, he couldn't work in the fields, and he couldn't be counted on for anything, so he was left to paint at home. ”

Zhang Zhigang is unimaginable, because through the last painting, it can be seen that Xu Xiqiang has profound painting skills, that kind of ingenious use of light and shadow and composition skills, most people who have received more than ten or twenty years of art education can not do it, Zhang Zhigang can only be described in two words: "genius!"

"What kind of talent...... Xu Zhiqiang shook his head vigorously: "He wants to be a painter, but others don't recognize what he paints." ”

"And then?"

"People left in the first two years......" Xu Zhiqiang shook his head vigorously: "As soon as I became an elder brother, I didn't expect anything from him, but I always served him and was responsible for his funeral." He's fine, kicking his legs, and he doesn't care about anything, so he stays in a room to paint. ”

He ...... There are paintings left. ”

"That's a lot. Xu Zhiqiang told Zhang Zhigang: "I wanted to renovate this yard before, but I really couldn't make any money on hand, so I had no choice but to take a few paintings out and sell them, anyway, I kept them to occupy a lot of space." Originally, I couldn't sell it for a few dollars, and we sold too many paintings in this village, and if we were lucky, we could buy a few hundred yuan, saying that it was a restaurant or something like that. Later, I don't know why the price has risen, and I sold two pairs a few days ago, and people actually paid more than 100,000 or 200,000. Later, there are still people asking everywhere where Xu Xiqiang lives, so I don't want to sell it anymore, and I may be able to sell it more expensive if I keep it for a few years. Besides, my brother didn't leave anything, just a bunch of paintings, selling one less pair, I have to leave some thoughts for myself. ”

"How many people have inquired?"

"It's a lot, or I didn't find a place, and if I did, I was chased away. Xu Zhiqiang told Zhang Zhigang very seriously: "These people, just talk about money when you open your mouth, I don't need money now, what kind of money are you talking about." I know why I let you in, because you said that my brother drew well, and if my brother heard this when he was alive, I don't know how happy he would be. ”

"I really admire your brother's talent!" Zhang Zhigang said tentatively: "Do you have a photo of your brother?"

"Yes. Xu Zhiqiang returned to the room and found a yellowed photo: "He didn't like to take pictures when he was alive, there were only a few in total, and they couldn't be found, so he left this one." ”

The photo Xu Zhiqiang took out was a young man selling local eggs in the countryside, which was photoshopped by Li Guozhong, and it looked like an old photo.