The old man is a small security guard on weekdays, a dry old man, but when he dresses up and paints makeup, he becomes a typical rich old man, and no one can tell that he is the security guard of the community, if I didn't know in advance that he was an old man, I wouldn't have seen it.

I saw that the old man was dressed in a brand-name suit, holding a hard cane and wearing a black hat, and his leather shoes were polished.

Seeing the old man coming, the most excited person was Zhao Shirong, the old man bought a painting from Zhao Shirong, Zhao Shirong felt that the old man was a person who knew how to paint and was a local tyrant, so Zhao Shirong hurriedly grabbed the old man, rolled his eyes and said.

"Sir, you came at the right time, this painting was painted by an unknown artist, you can identify it. ”

"Boss, is this painting for sale?"

"I've been studying painting for more than ten years, and this painter's paintings are very stylish. ”

The people who ate melons were discussing, and the old man approached the exhibition frame, carefully studied the painting in front of him, looked at it, touched and sniffed, and then took out a magnifying glass from his pocket to study it carefully, and tossed for a while before he said excitedly: "This... Is this painting for sale?"

The old man spoke Korean, which I didn't understand, and the person next to me translated it.

"He asked you if you were selling?"

Zhao Shirong saw the old man's excited expression, and immediately saw that he had taken a look at this painting, and then his essence flashed, and he said with a smile: "Sell, of course sell!"

As he spoke, he warmly greeted the old man into his office, and I wanted to follow, but I was glared at by Zhao Shirong fiercely, so I could only stop outside the door.

After a while, Zhao Shirong gave the old man out with a happy expression on his face after eating honey, and asked people to package the painting I brought and personally deliver the painting to the old man.

As soon as the other party left, I hurried up to meet him and shouted, "Why did you sell my painting!

"What is your painting? This painting, I bought. After speaking, Zhao Shirong threw a stack of banknotes in my face, and the money was scattered on the ground, I pretended to be aggrieved and picked it up, and counted, hehe, good guy, it's only three thousand yuan!

"If it weren't for the customer's eyes on me, would you be able to sell it? You can get 3,000 yuan, which is good!"

Zhao Shirong looked disdainful, and his eyes were full of cunning eyes.

"Good...... Well, it's better to have money than no money. ”

I had to pretend to sigh, and Zhao Shirong stared at me with insatiable eyes.

"And. You'd better tell me where this painting came from. ”

I said it carefully, Zhao Shirong was really an old fox, not only did he not believe what I said, but he also sent someone to investigate the old man, and then Zhao Shirong asked me to take him to the painter's former residence the next day, and told me to bury me alive if I played any tricks.

Human nature has weaknesses, this sentence is true, often the person who can grasp the weakness of others is the strong.

The old man calculated Zhao Shirong's greed, so he led Zhao Shirong to the bait step by step, even if Zhao Shirong was scheming, he could not escape the net that the old man compiled for him.

When I returned to the old man that day, I saw him smiling and staring at the painting he had bought during the day, and he burned it directly.

"Old man, are you crazy?"

I was so frightened that I pounced on the old man and asked the old man.

"How much did Zhao Shirong give you?" the old man asked me as he sat on the sofa.

I took out the 3,000 yuan, which caused the old man to laugh disdainfully on the spot: "Sure enough, he is greedy enough, good, very good! I am afraid that he is not greedy, I am afraid that he is not greedy enough!"

"Do you know how much I spent on this painting? a full 200,000 yuan!"

The old man's face was stunned when he heard what he said, and he jumped like thunder with anger, and said madly: "This guy is ruthless enough, he sold it for 200,000 yuan, so he sent me for 3,000 yuan?"

"Of course, he is very deep in the city, and he has grabbed your handle, what can you do with him?" the old man smiled.

I only smiled wryly.

"People like Zhao Shirong were rich people who drank human blood in ancient times, let's do his work, it's for the heavens!"

"By the way, he seems to have sent someone to follow you?" I said quickly, remembering something.

"Hehe, Zhao Shirong wants to fight with me, but he is still tender! The more money I give him, he will have to pay me back ten times later!" the old man laughed.

Then the old man told me that as soon as he left, Zhao Shirong's dog followed him all the way, and the old man took the man around a few corners, came to a big hotel, and arranged for someone to send the painting to South Korea, and the old man also said that it was not a problem that the painting could be sold for a million.

The old man's performance made Zhao Shirong's dog completely believe that he was an international second-class dealer who made a living by selling paintings.

"Xiao Feng, old man, I've done enough playing, and it's up to you next. ”

The old man stroked his beard, and his eyes were exceptionally clear.

I still have to act next, and tomorrow I will take Zhao Shirong to the place we arranged, the old man rented a room in the countryside and hired someone to act.

Early the next morning, as soon as I went out, Zhao Shirong's car stopped at the entrance of the community, two men in black took me into the car, I told Zhao Shirong the address, and the car drove towards that place.

When I was in the car, I could feel that Zhao Shirong had a kind of impatience, which meant a lot to him, not about money, but if he could find a potential painter, his reputation and status would be increased dozens of times, and it would not be a problem to become a big man in the international art world.

Along the way, Zhao Shirong kept asking me questions, asking me how I found this painter, and I said that my fellow scholar was from that village, and by chance he had the opportunity to play, so he saw a few posthumous works of that painter, and at that time he had the idea of making money by selling these posthumous works, so he spent a few hundred yuan to buy two paintings from the painter's descendants.

In fact, no matter how I make it up, it doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that Zhao Shirong has believed it, completely immersed in his fantasy, and feels that he has seized an opportunity.

Just like those who do pyramid schemes, they were brainwashed when they were deceived into a pyramid scheme organization, and now Zhao Shirong has been brainwashed by me and the old man.

After an hour or so, the car arrived in the countryside, and I took Zhao Shirong towards the painter's former residence.

Saying that the old man's mind is really delicate, the village is all selected, this village is full of tiled houses, the greenery is very good, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, at first glance it is the kind of place where the literati and ink writers, I can't help but admire Lao Tzu's scheming is really deep.

When I came to the painter's house, I knocked on the door, and it was a middle-aged man with long hair, a shawl, and a white beard that stretched to the neck, dressed as an artist.

"You're a kid again, don't sell it, don't sell it, don't sell it. ”

The old man's hired man never disappointed me, and he was so good at it that he opened the door and hurried me out.

Zhao Shirong blocked it and said with a smile: "This big brother, you misunderstood, we didn't come to buy paintings, but to visit the old man's works. ”

The man glanced at Zhao Shirong this time, talked to Zhao Shirong for a few words, and only after learning that Zhao Shirong was a big man in the painting world did he open the door respectfully.

Zhao Shirong explained his intention, anyway, it was the way to coax ghosts, saying that he wanted to study the old man's paintings, praised it, and said that he wanted to make a name for him.

The two of them chatted happily with each other, and the feeling of hating each other was that it took a long time to take out the so-called Fauvist paintings. "Boss Zhao, this painting is my grandfather's last painting, and it is also the most valuable painting. ”

Then the man began to tell the story, in the twenties of the twentieth century, his grandfather was still a teenager, and then for some reason went to France to study, and became obsessed with Fauvist paintings, so he painted a lot of paintings under the guidance of a famous French painter, but the quality of those paintings was not good, except for this painting, which the painter painted for his wife before he died, called I Eternal.

Once a work of art is given a historical or cultural value, even if it costs only a dime, it will instantly become a priceless treasure.

Zhao Shirong was moved, and kept observing the painting, looking left and right, with a feeling that he couldn't put it down, and success was about to be in front of him.

"Sir, I wonder if this painting can be sold to me..."