"Oh? Don't worry, oil paintings aren't that easily damaged. ”

Ning Yuan looked at Fang Ming, a puzzled expression appeared on her face, she could see that Fang Ming's words were insincere, she definitely didn't tell the truth, but if Fang Ming didn't want to say it, then she didn't have any way.

Retracting his hand, Fang Ming took the opportunity to wipe a handful on his forehead, where a fine layer of sweat had already appeared, but it was not scared, but excited-if Ning Yuan was still by his side at this time, he would probably have already waved his hand and screamed.

It was not the first time that what had happened just now, Fang Ming, who had long been experienced, knew that this was something that Pixiu had "sucked" from the painting painted by Monet in front of him - although he couldn't figure out what it was, but it was definitely a good thing, when something like this happened before, Pixiu finally evolved and gained new abilities, and this time it must be the same, how could he not be happy?

Fang Ming was so excited that his body trembled a little, but in front of Ning Yuan, he had to try his best to control himself, and he definitely couldn't show his stuff.

"It's a really good painting."

Ning Wan rolled his eyes, Fang Ming's words were clearly speechless, if Monet's paintings were not good paintings, then there were still good paintings in the world?

"Of course it's a good painting, have you finished appreciating it?"

Nodding, Fang Ming said, "Okay, you take back the painting first, thank you." ”

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If it weren't for Ning Yuan, Fang Ming knew that it would be impossible for him to see Monet's painting, and it would be impossible for Pixiu to absorb something from this painting, and he would have to be infinitely grateful to the other party for this alone.

"You're welcome."

Looking Fang Ming up and down, Ning Yuan continued: "Your body should be the perfect golden ratio, this is the best model for a painter, so I should thank you for it, so that I can paint a good painting, which is the best thing for me as a painter." ”

"Well, then I won't thank you either."

Facing Ning Yuan's gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate his clothes, Fang Ming felt quite uncomfortable, it really made him quite "frustrated" to have such a feeling in front of a woman, especially a beautiful woman, but what could he do?

Seeing Ning Yuan put away the painting and turned to leave, Fang Ming thought for a moment and walked to the other easel next to him.

These paintings are all Ning Yuan's works, if they are like what Zheng Ru said before, they are all valuable things, when he first came, Fang Ming also used Pixiu's ability to identify some of them, and found that this was really the case.

However, this was not what Fang Ming was thinking about at this time.

The moment he came into contact with Monet's painting just now, Pixiu sucked in a trace of electricity.

"What kind of abilities will there be? What kind of abilities will evolve? ”

Ning Yuan was not by his side at this time, Fang Ming had no scruples, this thought in his heart grew like a weed, and he couldn't control it anymore.

The hand slowly stretched out, but it trembled, and Fang Ming knew that maybe the mystery would be revealed as soon as his right hand touched the painting in front of him.

The canvas depicts a sunflower in full bloom, and the blocky and vivid colors unique to the oil painting give the whole painting a golden color, which looks as hot as the midsummer sun.

"Whew! What does it do? Whatever it is, you have to figure it out, don't you? Even if there is no response, there is no loss! ”

Fang Ming gritted his teeth, stretched his hand forward and pressed it directly on the painting.

"Silk!"

As soon as his hand pressed on the painting, Fang Ming's eyes blinked, and then he glared suddenly, and the oil painting in front of him seemed to have poured a spoonful of boiling oil, frying it with a "silk" sound, and then something even more incredible happened, thousands of thin threads like spider silk appeared on the oil painting in front of him, as if the silk and silver threads were intertwined, and then, Pixiu suddenly appeared on his right hand.

"1.25 million!"

As soon as Fang Ming, who had a lot of experience, saw the Pixiu that appeared on the back of his right hand, he immediately judged the true value of the painting in front of him.

"1.3 million!"

"1.5 million!"

……

Fang Ming tested five or six in a row, and found that there was no disadvantage.

"Bang Bang!"

There was a crisp applause behind him, Fang Ming paused, and when he looked back, he found that Ning Yuan was standing less than two meters behind him, applauding himself gently.

"I really can't imagine that you have such an accurate eye for oil painting."

After putting the painting away, Ning Yuan came back, and when she saw Fang Ming looking at her painting, she didn't say anything immediately, but stood quietly, she wanted to see what Fang Ming was doing. Then, she saw Fang Ming touch his painting, and immediately whispered a number, at the beginning, Ning Yuan didn't quite understand what Fang Ming was talking about, but soon thought that what he said should be the value of his own painting, and to her surprise, the price quoted by Fang Ming for five or six paintings in a row was quite close to the value of his painting in the market, and some were simply not bad at all.

From Zheng Ru, Ning Yuan had long known that Fang Ming was a master in antique appraisal, but he didn't expect that Fang Ming also had such an eye in the appraisal of oil paintings.

"Heh, I'm talking nonsense, am I right?"

Fang Ming smiled, his heart was far from being as calm as it appeared at this time, on the contrary, he was quite excited, because the oil paintings he had just identified had a common feature that they had been painted a long time ago, and the oil paint on them had already dried out.

This shows that the ability of Pixiu in his right hand can not only identify wet oil paintings, but also oil paintings that are completely dry!

"Grandma, it seems that I want to pack up and find a time to go abroad to see if I can pick up some good things and come back."

Fang Ming was ecstatic in his heart, the previous chicken-like ability could finally come in handy.

Can you say it so accurately?

Ning Yuan was not a three-year-old child, of course he didn't believe Fang Ming's words, but there was no way to ask about this matter.

"I heard Zheng Ru say that the purpose of your research on Western oil painting is to go abroad to pick up leaks?"

Ning Yuan sat down on the sofa and drew all night, Fang Ming tossed again after he came, she was also a little tired, and when she sat down, the whole person wanted to shrink into the sofa.

Seeing this, Fang Ming boiled water, then brewed a cup of piping hot coffee and handed it to Ning Yuan.

"Thank you."

Ning Yuan took the coffee, and after taking a few sips, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his spirit slowly recovered.

Fang Ming also sat down on the sofa, he didn't sleep last night, but because he was excited about solving Pixiu's ability, of course he wouldn't feel sleepy.

"Yes! I'm in this business, and picking up leaks is a big way to make money, so I hit this idea. ”

"Then tell me when you go, I want to go out for a walk too."

Fang Ming was overjoyed when he heard this, Ning Yuan was an expert in this area, it was the best to have her with her, not to mention anything else, just because she must be familiar with the situation abroad, this is not something that she can compare, if she is there, she doesn't have to rush around like a "blind person".

"Good! Deal! ”

Fang Ming and Ning Yuan chatted for a while before leaving—Ning Yuan was going to rest, so naturally he couldn't stay any longer.

Walking out of Ningyuan's studio, Fang Ming didn't leave Ningde Road immediately, and after thinking about it for a while, he immediately turned around and walked into another studio.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to serve you."

As soon as Fang Ming walked in, a beautiful woman in a black professional suit immediately walked over, and her polite attitude made people feel quite comfortable.

"I want to buy a painting, so I'll take a look."

Although he had already tested his abilities with Ning Yuan, he was still a little uneasy, and he just wanted to test it again when he entered this studio.

"I don't know if you have specific requirements? For example, what style? Or what kind of content? ”

"There are no special requirements for the content, and as for the style, I think Cubism is good."

Cubism is a movement and school in the history of modern art in the West, which began in France at the beginning of the 19th century and belongs to a school of avant-garde art movement, and its emergence had a great impact on European painting and sculpture in the early 20th century. This art school pursues the beauty of a geometric form, the beauty of the permutations and combinations of forms.

When this art form first appeared, it was not recognized by many people, but now it is different, and all kinds of artistic ideas have been recognized by people.

"We don't have Cubist paintings here, but we do have Cubist sculptures here, I wonder if you're interested?"

Fang Ming was overjoyed when he heard this, and said, "Okay! Take me to see it. ”

There are two main forms of art in the West, one is painting, the other is sculpture, he has been studying oil painting in recent days, and sculpture has not had time to touch, at this time, when he heard that there is a sculpture in this studio, he naturally wanted to try to see if the ability of his right hand can also work.

Soon, Fang Ming saw a half-human-tall sculpture on a shelf in a corner.

"This is one of the most famous sculptures in our studio, called "Knife", through the display of different angles of the knife, we strive to show the different feelings of the knife from different visual angles, which is the artist's perspective on the darkness of reality......"

Fang Ming touched his nose, he really couldn't understand the sculpture in front of him. His previous knowledge of Cubism gave him a rough idea of what Cubism was, but that didn't mean he was able to appreciate it.

"I wonder if I can touch it?"

The only way to find out if Pixiu's ability can work is to contact the sculpture, which was made by Fang Ming, the owner of the guide.

"Okay, no problem."

Fang Ming nodded, slowly stretched out his hand, and gently pressed it on the sculpture in front of him.

After a while, Pixiu slowly appeared on the back of his right hand, but looking at the color, it was estimated that it was only worth 100,000 yuan - Pixiu's shadow was crumbling and almost dissipating, which was the lower limit that could cause Pixiu's reaction.

"Sir, I don't know if you want this sculpture?"

Glancing at the price on it, Fang Ming shook his head and said, "Don't do it, thank you." ”

What are you kidding, something that is only worth 100,000 is offered for 2 million? I really think I'm wronged.

"If you really like it, the price can be negotiated, and I can give you a 10% discount."

"100,000 yuan, if you want, I'll buy it."

"Sir, this is impossible, with the status of the artist who completed this sculpture, it is worth at least 1.7 million, why don't you do it, also considering our cost problem, how about 1.75 million? That's already the best price. ”

Fang Ming shook his head, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Strange, why is his eyes so vicious? Is he a connoisseur? ”

After Fang Ming left, what was left behind was a clerk who was muttering to himself......