"It is not surprising that Western art, such as oil painting or sculpture, is generally not acceptable or appreciated because it is quite different from traditional art such as Chinese painting that we are familiar with. In fact, not to mention oil painting, which is an art form that we are not familiar with, even if it is traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy, if you have a certain foundation, you will not be able to appreciate it. ”

Fang Ming's reaction was not strange at all, in fact, Zheng Ru had met many people like Fang Ming.

Nodding, Fang Ming stared at the painting on the wall and said, "Sister Ru, can I take it down and take a look?" ”

"Huh?"

Zheng Ru looked at Fang Ming incomprehensibly, and took it down to see? Although these paintings of his own are hung on the wall, they are not tall, and Fang Ming is not short, enough to see clearly.

"Heh, I just want to look more closely, and you know that we people like to be closer to each other when appraising antiques, and sometimes we even need to use a magnifying glass."

Of course, the real reason is not like this, he wants to get started and see if his Pixiu can also work on Western oil paintings, but this reason can't be said, he can only say that he is making such an excuse, but Zheng Ru obviously believed Fang Ming's words, because his father was so appreciative of antiques.

"Okay, but you have to take it down yourself, and then be responsible for re-hanging it for me, I don't want to toss such a thing" ~ this "read" novel xstxt, you must know that a painting like this is not light."

"No problem!"

When Fang Ming heard this, he agreed repeatedly, and found that there was a ladder in the corner of the wall, so he immediately rushed over and moved it, and after stepping on it, he carefully took down the painting.

One, two, three, he simply didn't do two and didn't do it, and took down three paintings in succession.

Zheng Ru was still looking at Fang Ming at first, but slowly she didn't have any patience, but walked to the easel and painted the paintings she had completed before.

"This painting...... Seems good? ”

Fang Ming pinched his chin and carefully studied the painting in front of him, he had actually touched the painting when he took it down just now, and what disappointed him was that there was no Pixiu on the back of his right hand.

Could it be that your own Pixiu is only effective for traditional antiques? Once the "antique" painted on the outside is invalid?

If this is not the case, then why did his right hand not react at all when it touched the three oil paintings?

"Could it be that its value is too small, so Pixiu doesn't have any reaction?"

Fang Ming remembered that the Pixiu in his right hand was not all antiques that reacted, on the contrary, it was only "interested" in antiques worth more than 100,000 yuan, and it would reveal its true body.

But as soon as this thought appeared, he remembered that Zheng Ru had just said that she had bought it from the auction at a high price. What is High Price? If it is less than 100,000, it is naturally not a high price.

After studying for a long time, Fang Ming had even looked at several oil paintings over and over again more than ten times: looking at them head-on, back-sided, and upside down, as long as he could think of them, he had studied them all, but there was still no result - the main thing was that the right-handed Pixiu did not appear at all!

"Fang Ming, that's how you appraised antiques?"

Although she didn't care about Fang Ming's painting before, she didn't have the heart to continue painting after painting for a while, so she simply stopped to see how Fang Ming appraised a few of her paintings, but everything she saw made her feel extremely incredible, because Fang Ming just looked at the paintings upside down.

"Do you need a magnifying glass? If you need strong light, there's a light over there that is specially designed to be three times brighter than the average LED light. ”

Zheng Ru said as she pointed to the corner of the wall in front of the right, where there was a workbench with some books on it, the huge magnifying glass in the upper right corner could be seen from a distance, and in front of the table was a lamp that could be stretched and moved, and it was obvious that all of these things were specially designed.

Shaking his head, Fang Ming said, "No need, my identification method is a little different from others. ”

"Oh?"

Zheng Ru simply put down the paintbrush, walked to Fang Ming's side, leaned down, looked at it carefully for a while, and then said: "I bought these paintings three years ago, each of them is more than 1 million, I had just graduated not long ago, but I spent all the money I saved from selling paintings when I was studying a few years ago." ”

Thinking of what happened back then, Zheng Ru showed a nostalgic look on her face, since she graduated from high school and went abroad to study, she didn't ask her family for a penny, although it was bitter at the time, but after all, she still survived.

"Huh? Will you be able to save that much money before you graduate? ”

Fang Ming was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this at all.

"Of course! In the beginning, I was working part-time, and when my paintings were able to sell for money, it was easier. ”

Walking to the corner of the studio and pouring a glass of water for himself and Zheng Ru, Fang Ming said: "The conditions of your family should be good, why do you need to work so hard?" ”

Shaking his head, Zheng Ru said: "Back then, I had a deep interest in Western art, mainly oil painting and sculpture, and you also know my father's fiery temper, when he heard that I was unwilling to inherit his mantle, he almost kicked me out of the house, how could I still get money from him after falling out?!" ”

"Hah! You're right, it's good that your father's fiery temper doesn't break your leg. ”

Fang Ming and Zheng Bai have dealt with each other many times, judging by his words and deeds, Zheng Ru must have had a scene when he was "deviant".

"Hah!"

Fang Ming walked to the paintings that Zheng Ru hadn't finished yet, because there was a lamp on top of the easel needed to paint, Fang Ming easily pulled the picture closer and looked at it carefully.

"Well, this painting seems to be good, even better than the ones I just saw...... I see if you can paint a few for me, I think the paintings will be worth it when you die, and I will leave it to my children and grandchildren......"

Fang Ming said as he stretched out his hand and touched the oil painting.

"Smack!"

Zheng Ru slapped Fang Ming's shoulder, and then said, "Are you cursing me to die early?" ”

"Huh? Fang Ming, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak? ”

Zheng Ru found that Fang Ming was standing there motionless like a pillar, staring at his painting with round eyes, as if he had discovered some new continent, and he didn't react even when he slapped him.

Yes? It can't be that I'm making you stupid, right?

Zheng Ru simply stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Fang Ming's eyes, and after a while, Fang Ming slowly came back to his senses.

"What's wrong with you?"

Of course, Zheng Ru noticed Fang Ming's strangeness, but she didn't know why Fang Ming was like this.

"Huh...... This painting of yours is really quite good. ”

Fang Ming found that his throat was dry when he spoke, he couldn't help but be shocked, just now when his hand touched Zheng Ru's painting, Pixiu suddenly appeared on the back of his right hand!

What's going on?

Why didn't the previous paintings appear, but Zheng Ru's paintings did? Is Zheng Ru's painting more valuable than the previous three? But she had already said before that each of the three paintings was worth more than 1 million.

What the hell is going on?

What the hell is going on?

This question had been hovering in Fang Ming's mind, and he couldn't find an answer, and after thinking about it hard, he was naturally like a fool in Zheng Ru's opinion.

Glancing at Fang Ming, Zheng Ru said, "Of course I know that my painting is done, and you don't need to talk about this." ”

"Your painting can be sold for about 100,000 yuan now, right?"

Fang Ming glanced at the shade of the color of the Pixiu on the back of his right hand, and asked a little cautiously, he wanted to see if it was the same as the law he had summarized before in judging the price.

"Huh? You know this, too? ”

Zheng Ru was dumbfounded, Fang Ming's previous performance was completely an idiot of oil painting, how could he say how much his painting was worth now?

"This ...... I...... I didn't tell you how much my paintings were worth, did I? ”

As soon as he saw Zheng Ru's reaction like this, Fang Ming knew that he was right, but he immediately realized that he couldn't explain the problem clearly.

"Huh...... You didn't say that. ”

This Fang Ming didn't dare to fool Zheng Ru and said that she had said that it would be easily exposed, her brain turned desperately, and after a while, she still couldn't think of a good reason, so she finally had to spread her hands and said very scoundrelly: "I guess." ”

didn't expect it to be such an answer, Zheng Ru couldn't cry or laugh when she came back to her senses, shook her head and said, "This is the same tone as you attribute picking up leaks to good luck." ”

Fang Ming naturally understood that his explanation was not convincing, but at this time, he could only say so, and he simply "lied" to the end: "That's the truth. ”

Zheng Ru was not a fool, she naturally didn't believe Fang Ming's words, but she could also see that Fang Ming didn't want to explain this issue in depth, so she didn't continue to talk about it with interest, everyone has their own secrets, and if they don't want to say it, others have no right to force him to say it.

"Would you like to see another painting?"

"Oh, okay."

Under Zheng Ru's introduction, Fang Ming looked at the collection of her house and many of the paintings she had painted, and he picked up each one by himself, and the result made him even more unable to understand what was going on.

The night is getting deeper. Fang Ming didn't know how he had left Zheng Ru's house, and even after returning to where he lived, he felt that his head was dizzy, and Pixiu, who was full of his right hand, only reacted to Zheng Ru's paintings and had no reaction to other paintings.

"What the hell is going on?"

Fang Ming sat on the chair in a daze, not moving, like a statue!