Fang Yi took Beronica to a restaurant, finished eating, and sent the girl home, and then drove back to Charlotte's house.

"I'm back!" As soon as Fang Yi entered the door, he smiled and said to Jason who was standing next to the platform not far from the door to sort out his things.

Jason looked at Fang Yi's smile on his face, and he was still holding a painting in his hand: "It looks like I'm getting along with the girl today!" ”。

Reaching out and rubbing Buluo's head, Fang Yi walked upstairs to his room: "Today's harvest is not small!" ”。

At this time, Charlotte walked out of the living room, looked at Fang Yi and joked with a smile: "I don't think the harvest is very good!" If you have a big harvest, I don't think you will be able to come back today! ”。

Hearing this, Fang Yi was stunned, understood what Charlotte meant, and then laughed. Apparently Charlotte thinks she is in a relationship with Beronica. However, Fang Yi just felt that Beronica was a little beautiful now, as for whether he had a relationship or not, Fang Yi really didn't have much time to ponder this in his mind now with Menzel in his hand, and he was bent on going upstairs to get rid of the painting on it and see what the real thing was.

Charlotte opened her mouth again and said, "But that's fine, getting along a little longer means that you two are quite serious!" ”。

"I'll go upstairs first!" Fang Yi didn't have time to explain anything to Charlotte and Jason here, and walked happily upstairs with the painting, humming in Chinese while walking: Our people, I'm so happy today! It's just such a lyric that goes over and over again.

Jason looked at Fang Yi's back and said to Charlotte: "When I was young, I was so happy to date a girl, I walked with a jump!" ”。

Charlotte smiled and quipped, "You're still dating a girl like this now!" ”。

As soon as these words came out, both of them couldn't help laughing.

Back in his room, Fang Yi put the painting in his hand on the easel, looked at it carefully, and thought about how to get rid of the layer of oil painting on it. Reveal the true Menzel of the bottom layer. Of course, when doing this, you can't do it as simple as shoveling out the works you are not satisfied with and redrawing, this is a slow and meticulous thing.

The top layer of this painting is still varnished, and it is best to use turpentine mixed with anhydrous alcohol to slowly clear the sin of such a work, because it is judged that it is artificially covered with a layer on the painting, and it is a veteran of oil painting.

I took turpentine and some absorbent cotton balls from hand, dipped them in a little solution, and cleaned them carefully, and when a ball of cotton balls was almost stained with pale yellow varnish, I directly changed one and continued to clean it slowly. A few hours down. Fang Yicai cleaned off about one-tenth of the varnish in a piece, revealing the pigment layer inside. When I reached out and touched it, I felt that there was no stickiness to the paint in this layer, and I didn't use much oil when painting, which was quite Su.

He put down the cotton ball in his hand. Fang Yi rubbed his eyes, staring at such a small area for several hours, concentrating on wiping things. Both eyes are a little sour. This situation made Fang Yi have to put down the tools in his hand, find a cloth to cover the painting, then wash up and go to bed, and keep it for the next morning to continue to clean up.

By the time it was almost noon the next day, there was a slight trace of the picture. It's an oil painting! Fang Yi's heart suddenly perked. Now that Fang Yi had cleared the varnish below, the picture revealed a block the size of a fingernail. And in the picture is the same layer of grass as the outside. It was determined that it was an oil painting, Fang Yi was very happy, of course, if it was a sketch, Fang Yi would not be disappointed, as long as it was Menzel's thing. Fang Yi got it all in his hands.

After looking at his watch, Fang Yi put down the work in his hand, preparing to keep the following things for later, and in the afternoon, he would continue to go to the warehouse that the shopkeeper said to find the treasure. And the oil painting is thin in some places and thick in some places, and every piece must be carefully cleaned, once the painting is damaged, Fang Yi has no place to cry even if he wants to regret it.

After finishing the meal with a high spirit, Fang Yi drove his car towards the warehouse that the boss said.

When he arrived at the door of the warehouse, Fang Yi saw that yesterday's boss had already stood on the side of the road, and Fang Yi, who was in a good mood, waved his hand directly at the people and stopped the car.

Seeing Fang Yi get out of the car, the boss was also very enthusiastic, and followed Fang Yi as he walked and chatted towards the so-called warehouse like a domestic factory.

If you watch foreign TV dramas, you will know what the warehouse here looks like, with small partitions facing the door, and each warehouse is about the size of a standard container.

"All of this?" Waiting for the boss to open the door, Fang Yi looked at the cardboard boxes placed together in the warehouse and asked.

"That's right!" The boss looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile: "These are my grandfather's works!" ”。

Yesterday you said you were talking nonsense when you said that you kept it as a souvenir! Fang Yi looked at the boxes in this room, and such a sentence popped out of his mind. Looking at the current situation, there are at least a few hundred works here, even if you want to leave a souvenir, you will not leave a few hundred, what kind of home can hang so many works.

The boss said to Fang Yi: "There are more than 600 paintings here!" ”。 After speaking, he patted a plastic bag next to him: "Here are the last few pictures I took from home in the morning!" ”。

Fang Yi, who was full of hope, still hesitated, and directly waved his hand and said: "Look at the painting!" "With the help of the boss, I started to look at box by box.

I was full of hope to find another famous masterpiece, but it was obvious that I responded to the old saying: Blessing is incomparable! After working for almost two hours, Fang Yi never saw another work, most of the rest were the works of the shopkeeper's grandfather, and there were also the works of the so-called friends, anyway, these people were all on the same level, what kind of people were really piling up, none of these friends stood out!

After more than two hours of busy work, Fang Yi was also a little embarrassed, looking at the works in a warehouse, he had to dial the general from the lame man, ready to find two good ones to make up the number.

"There's nothing in this that makes my heart pound like yesterday's!" Fang Yi shook his head while picking up the paintings and said, "But these two paintings are quite pleasing to my eyes!" Let's talk about the price, and I'll take it back if it's right! ”。

Now Fang Yi picked out two things that looked more age-sensitive, turned to the boss and asked.

The shopkeeper took one look at it and said, "This is the work of my grandfather's friend, all painted in the first few years of the early 20th century!" Four hundred euros for one piece! ”。

Hearing this this time, Fang Yi directly shook his head simply: "Then I'm really not interested at all!" With that, he put the two paintings aside.

The boss stared at Fang Yi's face for a while, didn't notice yesterday's expression, and immediately explained: "This artist was still a little famous in Paris at that time, four hundred euros is really not expensive, and his works were almost at this price at that time!" ”。

Fang Yi listened and said, "Maybe! But you have to admit that he hasn't stood the test of time! ”。

No matter how high the paintings sold at that time, it didn't mean anything! Because history will always squeeze out the water of these so-called artists who were popular at that time, and even swallow them without even leaving a scum, and now the authors of Fang Yixuan's two paintings are like this!

Fang Yi didn't care about the price at that time, but he didn't reflect the name of this person in his mind. Whether his paintings used to sell for hundreds of francs or tens of thousands of francs, now his paintings are worth tens of euros. It's impossible to go more! At this price, Fang Yi still watched the boss take him to work for so long, and gave a friendly price, if it wasn't for Fang Yi to leave directly!

The boss was stunned for a moment after listening to Fang Yi's words, and he didn't expect that the Chinese who looked stupid yesterday had suddenly turned a big turn today, as if he had opened his mind overnight! I couldn't help but look at Fang Yi twice, thinking to myself, is this Chinese kid still the same thing yesterday?

"Then what price do you say!" The shopkeeper asked directly at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi said directly: "Two hundred euros together!" ”。

"I couldn't accept the price! Based on the history of these two paintings, it is impossible to have two hundred euros! After all, it's a hundred-year-old thing! After listening to Fang Yi's words, the boss immediately shook his head like a wave drum and rejected Fang Yi's bid.

Hundreds of years of oil painting is still a thing in China, but here is Europe, the so-called painting is not oil painting, countless such unknown artists in history devoted themselves to art and then disappeared silently, hundreds of years of time really can not impress Fang Yi. Besides, if the hundred-year-old Dongxi is a baby, this is the kind of treatment, and the big cardboard box is thrown into a small warehouse?

"That's a bit of a pity!" Fang Yi smiled and said, "Xie Lu, thank you for taking me to see the painting today!" But there's really nothing I'm looking for here! ”。 After saying that, he walked to the door with his feet raised.

The boss's eyes stared at Fang Yi and walked to the door, it seemed that this young man really didn't want to buy it, watching Fang Yi's figure disappear in front of him, he chased out the door and walked two steps and said, "If you want it, two hundred and fifty euros!" ”。

"Two hundred and ten euros!" Fang Yi stopped and turned around and said.

"Deal!" The boss looked at Fang Yi and added ten euros, and opened his mouth to say, without these more than two hundred euros, it was really a trip to the warehouse for nothing today!

After counting two hundred and ten euros from his wallet, Fang Yi directly followed the boss to say goodbye, and walked towards his car with two paintings.

This time, Fang Yike didn't have such precious things, he directly opened the back door of the car, threw it into the space under the back seat, closed the door with a snap, and then jumped into the cab and drove the car towards home. (To be continued......)