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Zhuang Rui didn't know why Renault didn't show these sketches, because when Zhuang Rui took out these sketches, he could easily distinguish the level of transformation on dozens of sketches on paper, which was much higher than the level of old Renault's paintings. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Thirty-two ......"

After carefully checking those black and white sketches, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but get excited, because he even saw an autograph of Picasso on a sketch, although the font was scribbled, Zhuang Rui still recognized it.

However, seeing this sketch, Zhuang Rui's heart also rose, because he was afraid that Renault would also show Picasso's signature, so that he would not have to think about his own leak detection.

"Mr. Reynolds, I don't know how you plan to sell these paintings?"

Zhuang Rui confused Picasso's more than 30 sketches among the many old Renault's works, and then turned his face to look at Renault, who was sitting outside and waiting.

"This ...... Mr. Zhuang, what price can you offer?"

Renault, who was still saying that he was not selling as a souvenir for his grandfather, was putting on the appearance of a profiteer at this time.

It's just that Renault didn't know that his grandfather had received dozens of sketches from Picasso, and the only one who knew about it was his father, but more than ten years ago, Renault's father went to see his grandfather because of a plane crash, and these sketches have been left in that brown paper envelope and sealed to this day.

"These paintings of your grandfather have been of great help to me in my study of foreign painting art, and I thought, in this case, I will take a stack of paintings and pay you 20,000 euros, do you think this is okay?"

Zhuang Rui thought about it for a while and gave Renault's answer, he didn't want to count it according to the sheet, otherwise when he checked it, maybe Renault would appear as Picasso's sketches that were completely different from the old Renault.

After hearing Zhuang Rui's offer, Renault pondered there for a while, raised his head and said: "20,000 euros, Mr. Zhuang, you must know that these are my grandfather's works, and each sketch is like my grandfather's child, and the price is ......."

"Damn, it's enough for your grandfather to have a grandson like you, ***, there are tens of thousands of sketches in a few boxes here, did your grandmother give birth to so many?"

Zhuang Rui scolded angrily in his heart, but he knew very well that this was just a means of bargaining for Renault.

"30,000 euros, 1oo sketches, Monsieur Reno, you know, if your grandfather was not a friend of Picasso, I wouldn't have paid that price......"

Zhuang Rui said slowly, and showed an attitude that if you don't sell me, I will leave immediately.

"Well, I think 30,000 euros is worth my grandfather, Mr. Zhuang, you can pick ......"

Renault also saw that 30,000 euros should be Zhuang Rui's reserve price, if he continued to talk about it, maybe it would be a bamboo basket today, so he nodded happily and agreed.

In fact, Zhuang Rui's first offer was not low, 20,000 euros, enough to buy an oil painting by a rising star in Paris, but adhering to the habit of doing business, Renault casually lowered the price.

After Zhuang Rui heard Renault's words, he was secretly happy in his heart, but on the surface, he was silent, he rummaged through the sketches in the box, and took out the sketches one by one seemingly at random, but in fact, he hid all the thirty-two Picasso sketches in it.

The sketches in these boxes are basically the same sketch paper, and they are all eight-open and four-open, unless you look carefully at them one by one, but from the outside, you can't see any difference.

Zhuang Rui patted the stack of drawings in his left hand vigorously, looked at Renault and asked, "There are 1oo in total, Mr. Renault, do you want to check it?"

When he asked this, Zhuang Rui's heart was also raised, if Renault really looked at it one by one, it would definitely be able to see the clues, he bet that Renault had seen these sketches before and would not check them again.

"Oh, no, Mr. Zhuang, I don't know how you pay?

As Zhuang Rui thought, the sketches and optimizations in these boxes were all sorted out by Renault himself, since they had been sold, of course Renault was too lazy to check again, and now he was most concerned about how to get the 30,000 euros that belonged to him?

Looking at the thick stack of sketches in his hand, Zhuang Ruiqiangzi suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Swipe the card, let's go back to your store?"

Renaud shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, and said, "There's no way, then I can only go back to the store, I'll find something to put these sketches on for you first......"

While talking, Renault found a canvas bag for a drawing board from the corner of the wall and handed it to Zhuang Rui, Zhuang Rui carefully put the sketch in, closed the zipper, and carried the strap to his shoulder, until now, Zhuang Rui's heart was completely relaxed.

"Xuan Bing, I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long......"

After coming out of the small room in the basement, Zhuang Rui took Qin Xuanbing's hand with some guilt, he was originally shopping with her today, but who knew that in the end it would become his own Taobao journey.

"What do you say, I'm happy to be with you......"

Qin Xuanbing pretended to be embarrassed and twisted Zhuang Rui's waist, but then saw the drawing board bag behind him, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you buy here?"

Qin Xuanbing was reading a book introducing European classical jewelry, and she hadn't paid attention to the transaction between Zhuang Rui and Renault, so she asked.

"It's a sketch by Mr. Reynold's grandfather, which has been of great help to me in my study of European art, so I'll show it to you when I go back......"

Zhuang Rui glanced at Renault who was walking in front, and explained to Qin Xuanbing in Chinese vaguely, he didn't dare to say it too thoroughly, who knows if Renault will listen to Chinese?

Qin Xuanbing glanced at Zhuang Rui a little strangely, she knew her husband-to-be very well, if there was no benefit, Zhuang Rui would not easily make a move, compared to those sketches, there were some strange places.

After returning to Renault's craft shop, Zhuang Rui took out his card, swiped 30,000 euros, and then refused Renault's request to let him see what he liked again, and left this quiet street with Qin Xuanbing.

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"Haha, Caila!!"

As soon as he entered the hotel room, Zhuang Rui kicked the door with his heel, hugged Qin Xuanbing by the waist, and kissed Qin Xuanbing's red and tender lips excitedly.

"Hmm...... Hmm...... Let go, suffocate me, my dear, what the hell is so exciting?"

Qin Xuanbing was a little out of breath by Zhuang Rui's kiss, and finally pushed Zhuang Rui away, and asked a little inexplicably, didn't you just buy a few sketches and a bronze mirror mother?

"I'll talk about it later, I can't hold it back......"

Zhuang Rui had already been overwhelmed by Qin Xuanbing's body fragrance, and at this time he had already carried Qin Xuanbing to the bed, sent his hands forward, and his body pounced on it (2ooo word omitted here)

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"Okay, tell me, why are you so excited?"

Half an hour later, at the first break, Qin Xuanbing pulled a long show to the back of her head, stretched out her arm as white as white jade, and hugged Zhuang Rui, she could feel that Zhuang Rui was particularly excited today, needless to say, he must have gotten some precious things.

"Hehe, let's come to a foreign country today to be a robber!"

Zhuang Rui's big hands were still wandering on Qin Xuanbing's body, and occasionally touching some sensitive places would attract Qin Xuanbing's coquettish voice.

"Look at your pleasure, as if the drawing was Van Gogh?"

Qin Xuanbing whitened Zhuang Rui's eyes, and suddenly grabbed Zhuang Rui's wrist with her hand, because she felt that Zhuang Rui's right hand was very dishonest and touched the muddy place on her lower body, and now Qin Xuanbing couldn't help but whip.

"Haha, Van Gogh didn't, but he did have Picasso's ......"

Zhuang Rui withdrew his hand, pinched Qin Xuanbing's towering chest fiercely, then jumped up from the bed, and took out the canvas bag that had just been thrown on the ground.

At the beginning, Qin Xuanbing was so ashamed of Zhuang Rui's masculine body that she tightened her head into the quilt, but after seeing Zhuang Rui go to bed with a canvas bag, she couldn't help but be curious, took the nightgown placed at the head of the bed, put it on, and sat up straight.

"Let's get up and read it, don't spoil these sketches......"

Zhuang Rui thought for a while, put on a bathrobe, walked to the sand with the bag, and talked about which stack of thick sketches were placed on the glass coffee table in front of the sand.

"This one is Picasso's, this one is not ......"

Zhuang Rui took out a pair of white gloves for identifying cultural relics from his suitcase, and began to sort out Picasso's sketches.

"Phew, rascal!"

Suddenly, Qin Xuanbing, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, saw a sketch, took a sip, heard Zhuang Rui inexplicably, turned his face to look at the painting in his hand, and couldn't help laughing.

"Xuan Bing, you have also stayed abroad, and you even resist this?"

Zhuang Rui joked about Qin Xuan Bing while laughing, this sketch is a nude portrait of a woman, the plump **, slender waist, and mysterious dark triangle are all presented on the painting by the author, and even the facial expressions can be seen clearly.

"It's not resistance, but Picasso is a big rascal, you can't follow his example......"

Qin Xuanbing had spent several years in London and Paris, how could she not know Picasso and himself? She knew even more clearly than Zhuang Rui.

"Honey, this is art, don't you let me see this? Okay, then I'll put this one away......"

Seeing Qin Xuanbing's resolute attitude, Zhuang Rui dispelled the idea of comparing the differences between Chinese and foreign women.

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