When the shopkeeper was helping to pack things, Zhang Tianyuan looked at the rest of the things, and when he walked to the corner of the vault, he suddenly stopped.

"I said boss, these paintings of yours are a bit of an eyesore here, the level of these things is not comparable to the ones sold in your store, although the imitation is not bad, but a fake is a fake, no matter how good the imitation is, it is also a fake!"

The paintings Zhang Tianyuan mentioned are all Western paintings.

Western painting art has a long history and a wide variety, especially oil painting can be said to be the most influential painting in the world.

Oil painting is the main type of Western painting, it is painted on cloth, wood or thick cardboard with oil pigments, which is characterized by rich and bright colors of oil paints, which can fully express the texture of the object, make the depicted object appear realistic and credible, and has a strong artistic force.

The Western paintings on the walls in front of me are basically Western paintings, while in the West, the highest collection value is oil paintings, in addition to carvings and gold and silverware.

For example, Wang Siyuan's father took a photo, it was an oil painting.

"Boss Zhang, your joke is too big, how can these be fakes, these oil paintings are the works of famous oil painting masters from the Renaissance to modern times, each one is priceless, you can't insult my collection, let alone my grandfather's vision!" The shopkeeper seemed a little angry when he heard Zhang Tianyuan's words, and this angry expression couldn't be seen to be fake at all.

Could it be that this guy really thinks these fakes are genuine?

Zhang Tianyuan was stunned for a moment, he used the word appreciation trick when he just looked at these oil paintings, so he could see at a glance that they were fake. I didn't appreciate it at all, but now I look closely. These so-called fakes are exquisitely made and imitated superbly. It was even a little worse than the oil paintings he imitated with imitation of words, and if he didn't have a word appreciation trick, he would definitely not be able to distinguish them.

Seeing that Zhang Tianyuan did not speak, the shopkeeper seemed to hold his head up proudly and continued: "There are paintings by Renaissance painters Giotto di Bondona, Masaccio, Paul Uccello, Dominigo Kirandao, Sandro Botticelli, Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael Sanzio, Titian Vicelli and Michelangelo, as well as modern and modern painters Van Gogh, Monet, Seurat and so on, and of course, Picasso, the genius of painting, are worth between a million and a million pounds, or even hundreds of millions of pounds!"

"It's weird. If you are so rich, why do you want to open an antique shop, if any painting here is sold, then you can live a life of complete luxury. Zhang Tianyuan asked with a smile, he was a little dissatisfied with the words of the shop owner.

"That's not the case, everyone has their own way of living, you should know when you see this castle villa, our family is not short of money, but I like the life of an antique shop. I feel happy to talk to customers in the antique shop every day, and if I get tired, I can close the shop. Then rest well for a few days. ”

"Well, you seem to have some point. Zhang Tianyuan smiled, he didn't plan to argue with the shopkeeper about this issue. He wouldn't buy them anyway, but he was more interested in where the fakes came from.

"That's right, boss. Did your grandfather buy these paintings from the auction?" asked Zhang Tianyuan.

The shopkeeper originally wanted to talk about his family's affairs endlessly, but when he heard Zhang Tianyuan's words. He nodded and said, "Yes, the 'Cultural Relics Protection Company' jointly created by Stein, Helis and Birch and the family basically holds several large-scale auctions every year, and my grandfather auctioned these things from their auctions, and you can see that the prices of those things are the prices when they were auctioned back." ”

It's actually these three families again.

Zhang Tianyuan secretly scolded in his heart, these three families seem to be not only robbers, but also liars, they are not only robbing foreigners, but also deceiving their own people.

I don't know how the shopkeeper would feel if he learned that all of these paintings were fakes.

But......

Zhang Tianyuan smiled suddenly, since there have been such fakes at high prices in the auctions held by these three families, then those fakes that are more delicate than these must also be able to fetch a good price, and they were a little worried before, but now it seems that there is no need to worry at all.

"Ha, thank you for telling me this, well, I'm very satisfied today, and I hope that I can buy my favorite things from you in London in the future, so let's stop here today." Zhang Tianyuan smiled, he felt that there was nothing in it that could make him tempted, rather than wasting time here, it was better to go home and rest.

"Boss Zhang doesn't plan to buy an oil painting? Any one of these oil paintings will make others envious, I heard that the richest man in your country likes Picasso's paintings very much, and I also have them here. "The shopkeeper seems to want to sell his stuff as well.

However, Zhang Tianyuan shook his head and said: "No, thank you, I'm not very interested in Western oil paintings, although your art is equally great, but everyone always has something they like or dislike, this can't be difficult, right?"

The aesthetic taste of Western painting lies in truth and beauty. Western painting pursues the reality of the object and the reality of the environment. In order to achieve realistic artistic effects, great attention is paid to scientific laws such as proportion, light and shade, anatomy, chromaticity, etc., and optics, geometry, anatomy, color and other scientific bases are used.

Generally speaking, if Chinese painting is still meaningful, then Western painting is still formal; Chinese painting emphasizes expression and emotion, while Western painting emphasizes representation and rationality; Chinese painting uses line as the main means of modeling, while Western painting mainly uses light and color to express objects; Chinese painting is not limited by space and time, while Western painting strictly abides by the boundaries of space and time.

Western painting emphasizes realism, while Chinese painting emphasizes artistic conception.

In short, two kinds of paintings are dominated by two ideas. When looking at Chinese paintings, the emphasis is on the similarity and the non-similarity. To feel the humanistic spirit embodied in the painting and the pursuit of interest of Chinese traditional knowledge elements. Western painting, on the other hand, pursues things like human anatomy and geometric composition, and the picture is similar to photography. It's not fun.

And some of the postmodernist stuff is integrated into the idea of stream of consciousness.

Honestly. If Zhang Tianyuan was asked to appreciate Western paintings, he would prefer to appreciate the photos, because he really couldn't appreciate some Western painting styles.

It's like a game, although Western games may be very rigorous, and they are also fun and innovative, but the problem is that the men and women really don't have any beauty, especially for a man, he really wants to change all the women models in the game.

After leaving the shopkeeper's house. Everyone talked and laughed along the way, arrived at the parking lot, and then left, the owner of the shop was also very happy, after all, he had done a few businesses, although the price was not too high, but as he said, he enjoyed the fun here, just like Zhang Tianyuan is obviously so rich and likes to pick up leaks. From having no money to having money, there are always some things that always accompany you, but I am afraid that you will not be able to change it in a lifetime.

"Boss, it's my house in front of you. Would you like to go and sit?" said Lancelot as he passed a block.

Zhang Tianyuan looked out the window, it looked like a slum in London. It's completely different from the nice and spacious street where their hotel is located.

The streets here are chaotic and you can see kids playing football everywhere. The only way out for these children is to become a player in a certain club in the future, and then they can change the life of the whole family.

"Let's go check it out. Zhang Tianyuan thought for a while. Since you have decided to use Lancelot, you must understand this person, he is also a child who grew up in the countryside, although he has never seen a slum, but think that this slum is similar to the previous rural areas in China.

"Hey!"

Lancelot answered, and then pointed out a way for the snake, and the car went along this narrow road, attracting a lot of onlookers, because of the luxury of the car, in the eyes of these people, it was really a bit remarkable, and they all thought that some big man had returned.

Outside a low, damp house, Lancelot stepped out of the car and was greeted with a mocking voice, "Look, look at our aristocratic gentleman is back, aha." ”

"Mr. Aristocrat, who have you invited to act as a façade this time. ”

"Haha, that gentleman, don't let him fool you, this guy is a liar. ”

There were many voices like this, but Zhang Tianyuan didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't care at all.

He knew that if Laslot tried to deceive him, he wouldn't have brought him here, otherwise the people here would be exposed when they shouted.

Lancelot smiled awkwardly at Zhang Tianyuan and said, "To make you laugh, everyone grew up together, so it is inevitable that there will be some boring jokes." ”

"It's nothing, let's go in, by the way, Mengmeng, you wait in the car first, and you can stay outside with the snake team." The moment Zhang Tianyuan stepped into the door, he smelled a smell as if something was rotting, and he immediately turned around to stop Liu Mengxun from getting out of the car, because he knew that Liu Mengxun would definitely not be able to stand the smell.

After all, Liu Mengxun has been pampered since she was a child, and she herself can't stand such a smell, which is actually very normal.

Liu Mengxun is very obedient, and she also knows that it would be a little rude for her to really go in and come out later, so it would be better not to go in at all.

Lancelot took Zhang Tianyuan into this low-eaves house, which made it hard to believe that there was such a place in the UK, not only did it smell very strong, but there was also a very damp feeling in the air, and it was sticky.

The most speechless thing is that flies and mosquitoes are flying around, which is annoying.

This is where many people live together, Lancelot's home is only two rooms, one for his mother and one for him, and his father has long since died, but it is not a glorious death, I heard Lancelot say that he was hit by a car after being drunk.

The light in the room was very dim, and there was a woman lying on the bed, and by the faint light, it could be seen that the woman's face was a little pale, but it was very beautiful.

Lancelot was only in her twenties, and his mother was no more than forty, and the woman was probably naturally beautiful, almost forty, and her face looked as if she was in her early thirties.

"Ahem, Lance, did you bring any more guests?" the woman struggled to her feet. (To be continued......)