"So you mean that your grandmother copied a lot of Picasso's paintings and kept them?" asked Zhang Tianyuan.

"I'll be honest with you, my father once took these fakes to the auction, and then before the work was sold, he was hit and killed, and I always felt that this matter was not easy. ”

"It can't be that Helis, Stein, and Birch and the three families have teamed up to make the auction, right?" asked Zhang Tianyuan.

"That's right, that's it, boss, how do you know?" asked Lancelot in surprise.

"I'll tell you the truth, I saw some paintings in the antique shop owner's vault today, and I always thought they were fakes, but the shopkeeper didn't believe it. By the way, let's go over and take a look, and I'll know what's going on. Zhang Tianyuan also wants to know what's going on here, and he also plans to go to the auction to auction things, so if Lancelot's father is really killed, then he has to be careful.

"I know about this, I was at the auction when they took those paintings, but I was still young at the time, and then I grew up, and if I think about it, this thing is really strange, obviously my father put the paintings in the auction house, but then they became the things of the auction organizers, and it has nothing to do with our family, otherwise, with that money, my life would not be like this. Lancelot smiled wryly.

"Then why didn't you try to sell the rest of the paintings later?" Zhang Tianyuan asked.

"Boss, although I didn't go to any prestigious university, I'm not stupid. My father's death is unknown because of these paintings. Not to mention the auction, I don't even dare to take it out lightly. Lancelot smiled wryly.

"Then dare to take it out now?"

"Boss, you are not an ordinary person at first glance. I want to give these things to the boss, you can take them and dispose of them. Lancelot said.

"Well, let's not talk about that, let's go see the paintings. In fact, Zhang Tianyuan was quite unimpressed at this time, because even if Lancelot's grandmother could imitate it, the level would definitely not be comparable to what he made by imitating the words, it was all imitations, and there was nothing to look at, he didn't want it at all.

But it's hard to resist. Since Lancelot has specially invited, it's not good not to take a look, besides, he still has some curiosity, even if he doesn't want those things, it's nothing to satisfy his curiosity.

After the two of them entered the room, Zhang Tianyuan saw a box on the ground, which was already covered with dust, and the lock of the box was a very old lock. If it were placed now, many thieves could pry it open, and the reason why these things were not stolen was probably because this was a slum. Who would have thought that there was something so valuable here.

Placed on the outside of the box is also a painting, clearly in the Impressionist style, which was not recognized for a long time. But in Zhang Tianyuan's opinion, the level of Lancelot's grandmother is not simple. The level of this impressionist painting is so high that it is estimated that it is comparable to Monet, Cézanne and others.

In the 19th century. Paris, France, is the center of European oil painting. At this time, the style was dominated by academic neoclassicism, and they held official exhibitions every year, called "salons", most of whom came from the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, who had a deep foundation in sketching, and were proficient in human anatomy, and their painting style was rigorous and delicate.

At this time, there were a large number of young painters full of ideals, they came from all walks of life, most of them were free people, many of them had different views on the academic teaching methods and painting styles, thinking that classicism was the same, lacking personal style, they advocated realism, and advocated outdoor sketching.

Because of their common ideals and opinions, they gradually gathered in a small village called Barbizon on the outskirts of Paris to depict the enchanting scenery there, and they became known as the "Barbizon" school. The village of "Barbizon" is the town of Fontainebleau, one of the satellite towns of Paris today. The "Barbizon School" is the predecessor of "Impressionism".

"This painting was painted by your grandmother?" Zhang Tianyuan was a little unconvinced, although he himself did not know how to appreciate Western paintings, but after having the skill of connoisseurship, he could not only distinguish the authenticity of a thing, but also appreciate the goodness of this thing, so he also had some understanding of this impressionist painting style.

"This painting is not my grandmother's work, this is when she went out to buy something, passed by a street, saw a beggar, gave the beggar some food and money, and then took the beggar to give her, she didn't take it seriously at all, and after taking it back, she put it together with her painting, and then I wanted to take the painting out for auction a few times, but I finally gave up, so this painting was just in my drawer...... Hey, boss, don't worry, I'm not going to show you this thing, don't grab it!"

As soon as Lancelot was halfway through his words, the painting in his hand was overtaken by Zhang Tianyuan.

Although there is no signature on the painting and no marking, Zhang Tianyuan can be sure that this painting is a fucking Monet's work!

"What's the matter, boss, is there anything wrong with this painting?" Lancelot couldn't help but ask when he saw Zhang Tianyuan so excited.

"I'll tell you the truth, keep this painting well, this is Monet's work, now Monet's work is very valuable, although this painting lacks Monet's name, but as long as you are an expert who understands Monet, you will definitely recognize it, your protection of this painting is not bad, I estimate that if you take it to auction, you should be able to auction about two or three million pounds, you can buy a good house in London, don't live in this place, it's not good for you, it's not good for your mother." Zhang Tianyuan also thought about not telling Sù Lancelot about this matter, and directly swallowed the painting alone, but in the end, after thinking about it, he still forgot it, although he was not a good person, but he had not yet reached the point of taking advantage of his employees.

If he didn't know Lancelot, he might have bought it cheaply, but forget it now, two or three million pounds is nothing to him, but to Lancelot, it's a huge amount of money that can change his life.

"Is this true? Is this really the work of the French painter Claude Monet? worth two or three million pounds?" said Lancelot, whose tongue was chattering with excitement. He didn't expect that he hadn't taken it seriously all along. It turned out to be such a baby, an unintentional act of kindness by his grandmother. I actually got such a good thing.

"Well, that's right, I'm not afraid to sue you, I'm still quite confident in appraising calligraphy and paintings. You can find a professional appraisal agency in the UK, or simply go to France to help you identify it, and then you can sell it. Zhang Tianyuan nodded and said.

He didn't feel pity at all, but felt very comfortable in his heart, if he had just taken these things and kept silent. Then he probably doesn't have such an open heart now.

Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that he is not short of money now, people's noble personality is generally built on a material basis, if he replaced Zhang Tianyuan when he had no money before, he would never say anything about this painting, but would quietly put it away, for him at that time, two or three million pounds. That's an astronomical amount.

"Boss, can you take this picture?" said Lancelot suddenly.

"How can I ask for your things. Zhang Tianyuan hurriedly waved his hand.

"You misunderstood the boss, I'm not that noble, I mean I don't want to go to the auction house. I don't have a good impression of the auction house when I think about my father, so this painting can be sold to you cheaply. You just said two or three million pounds, and I only need one and a half million pounds. "Lancelot is a real man. What he said was also very real.

Zhang Tianyuan shook his head with a smile and said, "That's not good, don't forget." You're going to have to do things for me in the future, and you're going to have to deal with auction houses and antique shops, don't you do it?"

"This ...... You're right, I was negligent. Lancelot's dream is to restore the glory of the Fù family, and two or three million pounds is certainly not enough, it is only enough for him to buy a decent house, after all, the holidays in London are not low.

So he's going to make more money.

Since he wants to make money, he must hug Zhang Tianyuan's thighs tightly, so he must not lose this job, even if he is terrified in his heart, he must persevere.

"Okay, don't think too much, let's take a look at your grandmother's work, I believe that since she can ghostwrite Picasso, then the painting will not be bad. Zhang Tianyuan didn't use the word recognition trick to check what was in the box, he hoped that he could get a surprise, if the result was so fast, it would be a little too boring.

"Okay, I'll open the lock for you. "Lancelot didn't find a key, he found an axe.

"Wait, I'll do it, this box is an antique, it's a pity to break it. Zhang Tianyuan saw that Lancelot was going to use an axe to split the lock, so he quickly stopped it. Although he is not very proficient in lockpicking technology, he has a down-to-earth atmosphere, and this little thing is still easy to do.

Zhang Tianyuan squatted down and used a wire to pound the lock twice, in fact, this is all for show, the real action is still earthy, and everything else is a cover-up.

"Smack!"

The lock opened.

"Boss, you can't even do this, you didn't be a flying thief before, right?" asked Lancelot in surprise.

"I'm a locksmith. Zhang Tianyuan replied angrily, and then lifted the box.

"Mm-hmm, it looks like it's just some fake. Zhang Tianyuan sighed with some disappointment, he thought that the contents of this box could bring him any surprises, but in fact, when he opened it, he found that it was really just some fakes, although the quality was not low, similar to the one in the vault of the antique shopkeeper, but he was really a little disdainful.

"yes, I know, boss, do you want these things? Lancelot said.

Zhang Tianyuan thought about it, he was going to sell fakes at auction this time anyway, so he just dealt with these things, as long as he repaired them a little after his own word supplement, these things can definitely be faked and real, even connoisseurs are difficult to distinguish, and these paintings are not more real than his own fakes, after all, they are items of the same era as Picasso, and his imitations were made recently, so there is a little trouble in this.

"Okay, lock the box, it's time for me to go back to the hotel, you remember, that Monet's painting must not be thrown away, and when you have time, quickly take it for an appraisal and sell it!" (To be continued......)