Chapter 1279 Buying Paintings

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"Mr. Lehman, are you alone here?" asked Liu Dong.

"And one of my tenants lives here, but he has to go to work during the day and is not at home right now!"

"Aren't you married?" Liu Dong said in surprise.

"I used to get married, but she didn't think I could provide a rich life, so she went to the United States with a bank manager two years ago!" said Lehman Bricht, with a dark look on his face.

"I'm sorry!"

"It's all in the past!

After nodding, Liu Dong, who was just about to go inside, was suddenly grabbed by Helen's arm, turned his head to look at the beautiful woman covering her mouth and nose, and looked embarrassed on her face, Liu Dong couldn't help but smile: "Otherwise, you should go to the car and wait for a while, and by the way, call the bodyguards in the hotel to help with things." ”

"Okay, then I'll call, you can come down quickly!" After some hesitation, Helen nodded.

"What about Miss Helen?"

"I told her to call. Call a few more people, or I won't be able to move your room full of works!" Liu Dong pointed to the oil paintings of different sizes hanging on the wall, successfully diverting the other party's attention.

Of course, Lehman Brich is not stupid, and he also knows that the poor apartment conditions in which the two bachelors live are really intimidating to ladies who like to be clean and tidy.

However, rather than considering these, he hopes that Liu Dong can fulfill his original promise. Buy all his oil paintings for no less than 10,000 euros.

"These paintings are just part of my work! more are in my studio on the second floor!"

After nodding, Liu Dong followed the other party up to the second floor, and soon a studio of about fifty square meters, but different from the mess of the living room and other rooms, and the extremely clean and tidy studio appeared in front of Liu Dong.

There are not many things in the studio, and there are several old cabinets next to it with various cups and bottles of different shapes and colors. and still lifes such as sheep's heads, bull's heads, and plaster statues. On top of the cabinet are bundles of canvas and paper, as well as unopened paint.

In the center of the studio are three heavy solid wood easels. One of the easels is empty, and both easels are filled with finished oil paintings.

One of them is a lazy woman with a full **** body and a piece of red embroidered silk in her left hand, from this painting, Liu Dong seems to feel the style of Ingres's famous "The Lady of the Palace".

The other is more special, it depicts a landscape painting. If Liu Dong is not mistaken, it should be the Seine not far from here!

The artist's excellent painting skills not only show the beautiful scenery on the banks of the Seine, but also include the surrounding tourists into the painting, almost everyone has his incomprehensible movements and demeanor, extremely vivid and natural!

"Nice, Mr. Bricht, your work is good enough to enter any museum in the world!"

Liu Dong's admiration made Lehman Bricht's face can't help but show pride.

When you genuinely give out your compliments on the things that a person cares about the most, it is often the easiest time to get the other person's favor.

Lehman Brich is no exception.

for the loss of a family. He relied on government relief to make a living, and the only foundation that supported him from becoming a homeless man was probably his love for oil painting.

Anyone who complimented him for this would almost certainly make Brich feel good.

"Thank you!"

"I think these are all your works, right?" asked Liu Dong, pointing to the dozen or so paintings stacked on the wall.

"Yes, those are some of my previous works! After feeling that my oil painting skills have improved a little bit during this time, I took them out and painted them again!"

Hearing this, Liu Dong nodded.

One of the biggest characteristics of oil painting is that even if the oil painting is dry, it will be further advanced in your skills in the future. When you want to take out the previous work and modify it, you can still continue to draw. Even an oil painting is not uncommon for a lifetime.

But Chinese painting is different, it is basically impossible to revise it later after you finish painting! The same is true of gouache and watercolor!

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course!"

Liu Dong, who had received the permission of his master, walked quickly to the wall and began to admire them one by one.

However, three of the dozen or so paintings erected on the wall should have been modified by Bricht. Because they can see a clear difference in level with the rest of the paintings.

"Very good, Mr. Bridget, why don't you have a bigger painting here? I'm referring to works like Delacroix's Liberty Leading the People, The Crusaders into Constantinople, and Jacques-Louis David's Napoleon's Coronation, which are generally more than 9 square meters in size?"

"I've done a few large paintings, but they're hard to carry and take up too much space. So I put them in the attic!"

"Attic, can you take me up to have a look?" Liu Dong's eyes lit up!

"Of course, please come with me!"

With that, after Brich took Liu Dong out of the studio, he quickly followed the corridor to the attic of the apartment. The attic space is large because it does not want the two floors below to be divided into different rooms, so it is relatively large when it is connected.

Although the spire limits the application of most of the space. However, half of the nearly 120 square meters of space is not smaller than that of Bricht's studio.

Because there are external windows in the attic, they are still bright even if the lights are not on. And the attic is not as full of sundries such as broken tables and broken benches as Liu Dong imagined.

Instead, there were many framed paintings, as well as piles of sketches and sketches. The number of oil paintings is several times or even more than what Liu Dong had seen before. And sketches and sketches fill almost 20 square meters of space. I'm afraid there are tens of thousands or more.

However, judging by the dust accumulated on them, it is clear that they have been there for quite some time.

After noticing Liu Dong's gaze, Brich looked at the mountains of sketches in the corner of the attic, and said with tenderness and respect in his eyes: "They are left by my grandfather, who was a professor at the 'École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris' before he died!"

"École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris?"

It is the third palace-level art academy with a history of 300 years in the world after the Academy of Fine Arts in Florence and the Academy of Fine Arts in Bologna, Italy, and is also one of the four major art academies in the world.

Moreover, the Académie des Beaux-Arts de Paris has far more influence in the Chinese art world than any other art academy. China's older generation of painters Xu Beihong, Lin Fengmian, Yan Wenliang, Pan Yuliang, Liu Haisu, Liu Kaiqu, Wu Guanzhong, Li Fengbai and many other famous artists have graduated from this world-famous art school.

Therefore, Liu Dong is also very familiar with it.

However, the person who was able to teach at this school must have been the most famous painter in France at that time, but why did his descendants fall so badly?

Perhaps seeing Liu Dong's doubts, Brisch continued: "My grandfather taught art history, and oil painting and drawing were just his hobbies, and his level was not outstanding! But I am very grateful to him, it was he who led me to the path of art." ”

"Did he leave all these paintings and sketches?"

"Part of it, and the rest is the works of some of the students he collected when he was teaching, who were studying at the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris at the time!"

"Student work?"

Liu Dong, who was moved in his heart, thought of the same harvest in the attic when he mentioned Yan Qingqing when he bought a house in Quancheng, and almost subconsciously released the relics Yuanguang!

Soon, countless spiritual lights of different shades quickly lit up in front of Liu Dong's eyes. ”

"Sure enough, this time it's the right one!"

Liu Dong, who was happy in his heart, couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. Liu, these are some of the larger oil paintings I painted, you can take a look!"

Brich, who didn't notice the strangeness in Liu Dong's expression, stepped aside and pointed to about three oil paintings erected on the frame of the watch in the corner of the wall and said.

"Okay!"

Liu Dong, who nodded, strode over.

But at the moment, his attention was more focused on the pile of sketch paper next to him that seemed to have not been touched for decades, and he was just browsing the three huge oil paintings of Bricht!

It's not bad, in fact, Bricht's level of neoclassical painting style is enough to make Liu Dong embarrassed. However, because there are more discoveries, Liu Dong has now gone from simple painting appreciation to Taobao's thoughts.

"Mr. Bricht, I personally like these paintings of yours, and now we can talk about the price!"

"No problem!"

Lehman Brich hurriedly agreed.

2 million euros!

After a discussion of no more than ten minutes, Liu Dong packed almost all the oil paintings, sketches, sketches and other paintings in Lehman Bridge's house for 2 million euros, whether they were works that had been placed in the attic for decades, or even some moldy works, or works that he usually used to practice in his studio, were all collected by Liu Dong in one go.

Although it is a little strange for Liu Dong to buy those works in the attic, which he does not think are of many outstanding standards, Lehman Brich is not too reserved in the face of the euro.

But because Liu Dong bought so many things, Helen had to call two trucks again.

But even so, it's unrealistic to want to move all of these things back to the hotel. Not to mention that it is too eye-catching, the key is to allow the hotel, which is too troublesome. Liu Dong simply rented a villa in a high-end villa area in Paris as a temporary residence.

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