Brother Badou is in the flea market, like a fish returning to the sea, and this is the stage for him to display his talents. A sweep of the left side of the eye is a large area; Sweep to the right again, and there is another large piece.

Worthless things are passed by, and when they find good things with strong purple energy, they jump over and bargain. Michelle was so tired that her legs were clenched upside down, but she still couldn't catch him, so she could only keep complaining in her heart: Gao, you are really a fat flea!

Picking up leaks here, Brother Badou has no pressure at all. And there are indeed some Chinese antiques that foreigners don't understand their true value, which makes fat people too addicted to picking up leaks.

Soon, Brother Badou couldn't take the things he bought, and I saw a big bowl of entwined branches and lotus in his left hand, a red sandalwood pen holder in his right hand, and a bronze tripod behind him, all of which had to be transported back to his parents' house.

"High, is it okay?" Michelle had to come up to dissuade him, and he couldn't experience any fun with the fat man's Taobao.

"It's early-" The fat man couldn't help but say, stuffed the pen holder into Michelle's arms, and then buckled the bronze tripod directly on Michelle's head, "I heard that the security here is not good, and there are often shootings, so I'll put a steel helmet on you first." ”

made Michelle cry and laugh, so he had to hire a few idlers out of his own pocket to help the fat man carry things. At this time, he ~ ≮ had the heart to check the treasure from China's Gaotao. It doesn't matter if you look at it, each piece is a fine product, which is comparable to his collection. This also amazed Michelle's heart: China is high, it is high!

At the time he sighed, Brother Badou had two more bronzes in his account. Most of the antiques lost overseas are porcelain and bronze. This thing is so dead and heavy that the idlers are desperate for Michelle's money.

Huh--Brother Yadou, who was scurrying around like a flea, suddenly stopped. Look through the crowd. Fall on a shop pù. So he hurriedly ran over.

Michelle has now admired China's high vision, so he hurriedly followed in, and found that it was an oil painting shop. In the field of oil painting, Michelle is a real person, and after a cursory glance, he basically judged that most of them were shoddy imitations. Even if a few of them are genuine, with a history of one or two hundred years, their creators are unknown. Not at all. Shops like this are mainly to fool those orientals who are vassals and elegant.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper was a fat old man from France, and he looked at the fat man as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter, and it was a fat sheep!

"Sir, I'm happy to serve you!" The fat old man bent down towards Brother Badou with great effort, "I treasure many works of well-known oil painting masters here, I don't know if you like Ingres or Rubens." Or is it Vincent? Van Gogh? ”

Brother Badou couldn't help scratching the back of his head: It's still Van Gogh, I look at you like cutting cakes. If you have an authentic painting of Van Gogh. Why bother messing around at the flea market?

You know, among the ten most expensive paintings in the auction record, Van Gogh occupies two places.

But on the surface, the fat man nodded very arrogantly: "I only want the most expensive!" ”

Seeing too much of this kind of fat old man, he couldn't help but snicker in his heart: Sure enough, it is a nouveau riche from the East, and it seems that God is once again favoring me, a devout believer, today.

So, with a slight smile on his face, he began to sell his famous paintings to the nouveau riche: "This is Gauguin's early work, the Impressionist idyll, it only costs a million euros, and it belongs to you!" ”

Brother Badou shook his head, his expression was very angry: "One million euros, sir, are you insulting me?" I've heard that Gauguin's "When Will You Get Married" fetch £160 million, making it the most expensive oil painting in the world! ”

The fat old man now just wants to smack himself a few big mouths: he should ask for 10 million euros when he should open his mouth!

But Brother Badou didn't give him another chance, and waved his big fat hand impatiently: "Forget it, you can't get any decent oil paintings in this small shop, let me see if there are any Chinese paintings?" ”

After listening to Michelle's translation, the shopkeeper nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, there are Japanese ukiyo-e, but the price is slightly more expensive-"

"I am Chinese, and I hate Japanese things the most!" Brother Badou roared this time, which made the fat old man who had always cheated and deceived the Orientals annoyed again: What's wrong with me today, why is there always confusion in my mind?

In fact, it's not just the fat old man who is confused, even Michelle is confused, and she doesn't know what medicine is sold in China's high gourd.

"Let's go, let's go, it's just a disappointment!" Brother Badou waved his arm again with great momentum, and turned around to walk out.

Where is the fat old man willing to let go of the God of Wealth, and hurriedly greeted a few times: "Sir, stay here, of course good things can't be placed on the surface, I still have goods on the counter——"

Brother Badou took advantage of the situation to retract his steps, in fact, his target was also a few paintings in the counter. It's just not easy to say it directly, so I accompanied the fat old man to play a play.

I saw the fat old man bend down with difficulty, take out two piles of drawing paper from the old counter, and spread them on the counter, there were oil paintings and sketches, two thick stacks. Judging from the paper, it looks a little old. However, Brother Badou was still furious: "You are embarrassed to take out something that doesn't even have a decent frame." Look at what is painted on it, don't tell me that it is a masterpiece by Gauguin, Cézanne, Van Gogh, it must be painted by an indigenous African! ”

This - the fat old man's words were blocked by the other party first, and he didn't know what to say for a while. He has always been sharp-toothed, but he is controlled everywhere today, and he is really aggrieved. Moreover, these paintings are indeed full of African style, which can be seen by anyone at a glance.

Michelle flipped through these paintings, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times involuntarily, but he was also an old fritter, and his surface quickly returned to normal, but his heart set off a monstrous wave.

"Forget it, I bought a manor house in Africa, just decorate it with these paintings, a few of them are still full of indigenous style, these rags, I'll give you 10,000 euros!" Brother Badou finally revealed his true intentions, and this stack of paintings is his real goal.

After all, the fat old man is also an old profiteer, although he already believed the words of the fat sheep in his heart, but he still bargained hard, and in the end, this large stack of more than ten paintings was sold for 20,000 euros.

But at this time, Brother Badou encountered another problem: the cash he was carrying in his pocket was not much, and he spent some of it just now, and now there are only a few hundred euros left. So he glanced at Michelle, and Lao Mitou understood and signed a check directly.

"I'll borrow you." Brother Badou knows the value of these paintings, and of course he will not give Michelle a chance to take advantage. As he spoke, he rolled the stack of paintings directly into a thick cylinder and tucked it under his armpit. It hurts Michelle, I really want to kick this guy's chubby ass twice.

Out of the art gallery, the old rice head finally couldn't hold it back, ran a few steps to stop the fat man, and yelled: "Put it down, are you going to treat Gauguin like this!" ”

It's not your thing—Brother Badou muttered, but he still laid the paper on the ground. He had rolled a thick bucket just now, and it did not damage the paint on the painting.

And Lao Mitou took out his mobile phone angrily and made a call. After a while, a group of people rushed to their side: "Monsieur Michel, we are the staff of the Louvre, and we will be happy to serve you." ”

"Put these paintings away, you must be careful, these are Gauguin's works!" When Michelle saw them bring the painting box, he excitedly took on the command. As a veteran collector of oil paintings, how can he be calm in the face of so many masterpieces?

Gauguin, is it Paul? Mr. Gauguin? The staff were stupid, too, and they almost doubted their ears; The people who came and went around also stopped and gathered around curiously. Gauguin's name is like a powerful suction stone.

"What Gauguin, I'm called Gao Sheng, Gao Sheng—I can't remember how many times I've told you. Foreigners are stupid, and they can't remember my name! "Brother Badou saw that the situation was not good, if it really caused a riot, it would be bad to destroy these paintings. You know, if the crowd goes crazy, no matter how powerful he is, he can't stop it.

There were many compatriots of Brother Badou in the crowd, and when they heard him say this, they all burst into laughter. As soon as the rest of the foreigners inquired, they all left with a smile: Originally, how could more than ten of Gauguin's works appear at once?

Equally rejoicing was the fat old man in the painting shop, which he had bought from a black woman, who might have painted them. At that time, it only cost less than 2,000 euros, and it was better to deceive people because of the relatively old parts of these drawing papers. This change of hands is ten times the profit, why not make him happy?

Seeing the crowd disperse, Lao Mitou finally woke up from the shock, and quickly asked the Louvre assistants to put all the drawing papers into the painting boxes, and then carried them out of the flea market, loaded them into a museum escort car parked on the side of the road, and roared away.

This flea market is just a few minutes' drive from the Louvre, and vehicles drive directly through one of the side doors. The Louvre was once the royal palace of France, but later converted into a museum, which is somewhat similar to the Forbidden City.

There were already a few old men in suits waiting here, they exchanged a few words with Michelle, and then they all looked at the fat man: "This is the oil painting appraisal master from the East?" Mr. Gao, right? ”

If it rises, it will rise, it is better than going down-Brother Badou is really a little speechless.

Originally, Michelle pulled Gao Sheng here to ask him to help identify a painting, but now, Lao Mitou has long forgotten about that incident, and he rudely interrupted the greetings of those people: "China Gao Gang bought a batch of paintings, please identify them immediately!" ”

It seems to have been reversed, and it was said that the good thing was to ask this gentleman to come and appraise the oil painting for the Louvre? The old men were a little confused. (To be continued......)