"If you don't know how to pretend to understand, aren't you afraid of being smiling and generous, you just lose your face abroad, and we often have international friends here." The manager's words are also becoming more and more unkind.

Instead, the very artistic drunk staggered up, yelled at the manager for a while, and finally gave the fat man a thumbs up: "Friend, even I, I can only think that this Picasso painting is a fake, so you don't have to be sad, let's go have a drink, and don't argue uselessly with this nasty guy." Otherworldly people like us are destined not to be understood by the world, like Vincent back then? Van Gogh. ”

After listening to Maria's translation, Brother Badou shook his head: "Picasso's paintings, can you buy them for hundreds of thousands of euros, if you hear it, it will be fake." ”

The manager couldn't help but argue: "Every painter's work cannot be equivalent, and a work like this kind of graffiti is definitely not as good as that kind of famous painting." This proves that you are a layman, and it is better not to lose face here. Otherwise, I have the right to ask the security guard to ask you to leave. ”

Some people around began to whisper: "I thought this fat man was a bit really talented, but it turned out that he didn't know how to pretend to understand." ”

Brother Badou stared at the oil painting with a pair of eyes, and slowly spit out two letters in his mouth: "S.B-"

Dare to curse! The manager was furious, and the western restaurant was full of civilized people, even if they pretended to be civilized people, they really hadn't seen anyone open their mouths to scold. So he beckoned to the two security guards not far away, and the two big men immediately rushed over.

"I mean, in this picture, there are the letters SB hidden. Perhaps the imitator's signature. Of course. It could also be Picasso in his own work. There is a habit of leaving two letters. Brother Badou looked at the manager with mockery on his face, as if he was looking at an SB.

When the drunkard listened to Maria's translation, he immediately opened his hands and exclaimed: "SB thief, I knew it was him, I knew it must be him, friend, where did you find out?" ”

In the past ten years, a large number of imitation paintings by famous artists have appeared in the world. Enough can be fake. The only sign is that the copycat will definitely leave the letters S and B somewhere in his forgery, which is the S.B thief who talks about changing color, and has nothing to do with stupidity. Although this Mr. thief likes to leave a name, whether you can find it or not depends on your ability. Even Sotheby's auction house caught the ditch and publicly auctioned a copy of Mr. Thief, which was finally discovered and disgraced.

So when Mr. Drunkard heard these two letters, he decided that what the fat man said would never be wrong, so he dragged him by the arm. I came to the painting and asked him to testify.

The fat man smiled and pointed to the corner of a character's clothes in the picture. Mr. Drunken hurriedly took out a magnifying glass tremblingly, leaned into the area, looked at it for a long time, and finally saw the name from the decoration of the clothes, where there were two slightly deformed letters, which were integrated with the decoration of the clothes. If it weren't for Brother Badou to formulate an area for him and give him a hint in advance, he would never have found out.

There were also a few people behind who saw this scene through a magnifying glass, and a low exclamation rang out. They all looked at the fat man with respect, and all the disdain and contempt they had just had turned to ashes: what a real discernment!

After a long time, Mr. Drunkard took back the magnifying glass, at this moment, there was no drunkenness in his eyes, his light blue eyes were as clear as the lake water in the morning, he walked up to Brother Badou and bowed very gracefully: "Sir, can I invite you to have a drink, if you agree, then I will be extremely honored." ”

The guests who often come to the Golden Emperor know this drunken Henry, this guy is a student from France, it is said that he was once a well-known painter abroad, and then came to the Jinling Academy of Fine Arts to study Chinese painting, trying to make a breakthrough. It's just like the ancient Chinese idiom "Handan toddler", this guy's current paintings are not recognized by foreigners and Chinese do not buy it, so he often comes here to borrow wine to drown his worries, because the owner of this restaurant is his compatriot, and he can usually pay on credit. Henry was arrogant and uninhibited, and he had never seen him so respectful to anyone!

This time, it was Brother Badou's turn to pat Henry on the shoulder: "This is also my luck-"

So, the two of them walked away hand in hand, leaving only Mr. Manager with a constipated look on his face. After much hesitation, he decided to call his boss and inform him about the painting.

Coming to Maria's predetermined seat together, Henry turned against the guest and began to talk endlessly about art with Brother Badou, most of the time he said that the fat man listened, and Maria acted as a translator with a resentful face, because things seemed to deviate from her booked track. When she met such a person, Maria only considered herself unlucky, and it seemed that the well-designed plan would not work.

After a few glasses of wine, Henry had already taken the fat man as a confidant, and shouted that he must draw a portrait of the fat man, and took out a pencil on the spot, opened the drawing folder, and began to sketch the portrait. I saw him take a sip of brandy, then make a few strokes on the drawing paper, and then clink glasses with the fat man.

"Dude, you are really a bit too white-fighting wine poems." Brother Badou was also amused by this guy, so he also picked up a pencil and inscribed two lines next to the sketch: Henry Doujiu painted 100 articles, and Jinling Liquor Shop Sleeps in Yunmian. The beauty can't get on the boat, and she claims to be a fairy in wine. The inscription is eight buckets to commemorate the four words.

After all, Henry has been studying here for several years, and he still has a vision, picking his big finger at the fat man and praising the good handwriting. For a while, these two sympathized with each other, and they both drank high unconsciously.

In the end, it turned out to be Maria to settle the score, and the two of them helped each other to go to a distant place, saying that they were going to Henry's dormitory, and began to create oil paintings overnight. I hated Mary, and I really wanted to kick these two stinky men into the stinking gutter and make them stink even worse.

When I walked outside, I found that the place where the Picasso painting was hung was empty, and it seemed that the manager had received instructions from the boss and had no face to hang it again.

After leaving the turnstile of the restaurant, Brother Badou waved his hand at Maria with drunken eyes, and said vaguely: "Bye-bye, I'll invite you back another day - I don't need you to send it, my brothers haven't drunk too much - if you go, Henry will definitely not paint me again, just change the human body, hahaha-"

To the sound of his and Henry's profligate laughter, Maria was angry.

"This bastard!" In the crowd, there was a young man who was dressed and looked very neutral muttered, but then, a smile appeared on Sun Pseudonan's face: This pig is not a lust fan.

After seeing the fat man and Henry get into the taxi, Sun Pseudo-Nan also left satisfied, of course she had reason to be happy: she could see the imitation oil painting at a glance, which was simply amazing. His master's name is Golden Eye Eagle, so he just calls him Gao Yiyan. Gao Yiyan, well, how does it sound like a one-eyed dragon?

Similarly, another stalker quietly departed. When Li Tiejun heard the detailed report of the whole incident, he also fell into deep thought: Perhaps, this fat man is not as simple as it seems. Even so, it is still far from the image of his brother-in-law in his mind.

The scene in the western restaurant is just a small episode, and people forget about it after sighing, only the owner of the restaurant is obsessed with it. This little old man named Roland came all the way from France to open a restaurant here, not to be embarrassed.

On previous occasions, his compatriot Mr. Henry had repeatedly pointed out that there was a problem with the painting, but there was no evidence. Fortunately, a little Chinese fat man could see the hidden two letters at a glance, and the evidence was conclusive and indistinguishable, so Mr. Roland had to reluctantly remove the painting from the shelves.

Tossing and turning for half a night, the letters lingering in his mind, Mr. Roland got up from his bed and began to make a phone call to his homeland.

The call was made to an old friend of his, Michelle, a collector who had several paintings in his possession that had been questioned, but there was no evidence either. Since there is an expert here who identifies the "S.B thief", why not ask Michelle to identify those paintings as well?

You know, there are many ways to relieve pain, and sometimes it is a good choice to pass on this pain. What's more, the paintings in Michel's hand have a big background, and in terms of value, they are more than ten times and a hundred times higher than his.

For the next few days, the fat man stayed in Henry's studio, not because he really liked to model this guy, but mainly because he was famous at the auction, and now there are more media outlets who want to interview. Moreover, there are people up there eyeing it, so we can't afford to provoke it, so we have to hide, and when the time comes to collect the money from the auction house, we will quickly pat our butts and leave.

During this time, the lady Maria also came a few times, but she didn't get the opportunity to be alone with Brother Badou. Henry, however, was so interested in her sexy body that he was so frightened that Maria never dared to come again.

Painting oil painting is really a very grinding thing, and the fat man estimates that his portrait painting will not be completed in three or two months. However, Henry boasted that this work would be his transformational work, and it would be his most satisfying work. There are also occasional cases of the wall being broken for ten years, but it is not known whether it can be fulfilled in Mr. Henry.

Brother Badou doesn't know oil painting, and he can't tell the good from the bad, but he hopes that Henry can really break out of the cocoon and be reborn, so that the painting given to him will not become a piece of waste paper.

This kind of day is a bit boring, so that the fat man spends most of his time dozing off, often dreaming back at Yangshan and leading the wolves to roar in the mountains and forests. Perhaps, Henry should have been asked to go around his house and look for inspiration.

Finally, after a week, this dull life was shattered, and several visitors appeared in the studio, and Henry, of course, knew Monsieur Roland, and as soon as they met, he spread his arms exaggeratedly: "Old fellow, I have long said that your words are fakes, and now you finally believe it—"

This person simply doesn't understand current affairs, and he doesn't open any pot and which pot is mentioned. The little old man smiled awkwardly: "This time, I specially brought my old friend Mr. Mitchell to visit the expert of the identification SB!" ”

After listening to a middle-aged female translator translate expressionlessly, Brother Badou couldn't help but scratch his head a few times: S.B expert, it's me who can't say it, right? (To be continued......)