Regarding his so-called trouble, Fang Yi didn't take it too seriously even if he figured it out. This article was written by...... Fang Yi just doesn't want to ask for trouble now, but if someone thinks that he can kick his nose in the face, then Fang Yi won't mind squirting back, good personality and cowardice are two different things, Fang Yi wants to show that he has a good personality, and then live his own life in peace. However, when it comes to scolding, the current Master Fang has confidence!

Miranda was about to open her mouth to ask Fang Yi what was in trouble, when she heard the door of the studio open.

The heads of the people in the studio turned to the door, and a small head was exposed. It was Fang Yi's baby son, Xiao Fangyu.

"Daddy, phone!" Xiao Fang Yu watched his father Fang Yi roar loudly in a crisp children's voice, and then stood at the door and looked at the three of Miranda in a daze.

Amy beckoned to Fang Yu, and the little thing looked at her father happily.

Fang Yi had just gotten up from his chair and walked to the door to answer the phone, when he saw his son looking at him with his little head up, he reached out and touched his son's head and said with a smile: "Don't be naughty!" ”。

This sentence is to allow the villain to go in and play.

Now without Fang Yi's permission, Xiao Fang Yu can't go into the studio to play, because children have to put anything in their mouths, Fang Yi is all pigments here, and some pigments are slightly toxic, but even if they are poisonous, these are pigments and not things that can be entered, so naturally Xiao Fang Yu can't be allowed to run around in the studio.

Fang Yi let his son in because there were three Mirandas in the studio. If there was no one, Fang Yi wouldn't dare to let his son in, saying that if he broke his own painting, it would be a trivial matter, and if it was broken, it would be over if he repainted. If this little man has three long and two short. Not to mention sad, it has to cost most of the lives of the four old people in the family!

Leaving his son to play with Miranda in the studio, Fang Yi walked quickly through the corridor and went to the living room to answer the phone.

The phone is no one else, and when he heard the voice, Fang Yi knew that it was Nick, and couldn't help but say: "You just call my mobile phone, why do you still call the phone at home!" ”。

Nick said embarrassedly on the other end of the phone, "I forgot your phone." The number is on my phone, and now I only have your home in my address book! Don't talk about that, I have something to tell you! ”。

"What's the matter?" Fang Yi couldn't help asking.

"Matsumoto Haragoro and they're going to ask the Tokyo Museum of the West to put that work in its collection on display side by side with yours. Let more experts directly compare two works! ”。

Hearing Nick say this, Fang Yi couldn't help but pause, it wasn't that someone else was thinking about what the little devil was planning to do, and after thinking about it for a while, a thought popped up in his heart: Could it be that the little ghost is going to have a Li Dai Taozhuang? Or is it the tanuki for the prince to exchange his own authentic handiwork?

Fang Yi's side mentioned the little devil in every way. Put the darkest thoughts in your heart on these people. I don't want to think that a third of this kind of caution will not fall for the old thing Bobile. Besides, the Japanese want to change. There's no chance, there are so many pairs of eyes watching, and these eyes are still being identified. Besides, the Japanese can't afford to lose this person, so it's better to change the painting than to be fake.

Nick listened to Fang Yi's side for a long time without speaking, and couldn't help but open his mouth and ask, "Yi!" Are you still there? ”。

"Yes, yes!" Fang Yi hurriedly said: "You have to talk to Lawrence about this matter, not sue me!" ”。 After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yi himself also saw that the little devil didn't seem to have much chance to play any tricks, so he put this matter aside for the time being.

"I'm just talking to you about it. Naturally, he will look for Lawrence, and Lawrence may have agreed now," Nick said to Fang Yi: "I called to sue you." A few of us have come to the conclusion that we are now biased in favor of your argument, and now this one is the real thing! ”。

"Oh!". Fang Yi just sighed, Fang Yi knew that it was genuine when he didn't buy it, naturally Nick's words made Fang Yi feel nothing happy.

Anyway, after a phone call, Fang Yi knew that the fake painting that the Japanese were going to collect by himself had been sent to Los Angeles, and it was exhibited together with the real painting in his hand.

Where can this thing be considered a big deal, Fang Yi put down the phone and put this matter in the back of his mind.

When Fang Yi returned to the studio, his son was now having fun with the model. As soon as he entered the door, Fang Yi knew that several people were playing a painting game, that is to say, Xiao Fang Yu was painting, and the little man was standing directly in front of an easel opposite the three of them, standing on a stool, one little fat hand was holding Lao Tzu's palette, and the other little fat hand was holding a paintbrush and pretending to 'paint'. As for the three models, they are chatting together, their feet are still stilted, and they have no awareness of being models at all.

Seeing this, Fang Yi suddenly felt happy in his heart, walked to his son's side, and looked at the three characters painted by his son on the canvas he had already framed. If you want to see the beauty of the Miranda trio from the child's canvas, don't even think about it, you can't even say the likeness, the image of the three on the canvas is a round or flat head, and then a few heads are poked on the head. Underneath the head is a stick-like body, then the same stick-like hands and legs, and feet.

"Nice drawing! It's good" Fang Yi looked at his son's praise and couldn't help but say, this kind of praise can only be the father's praise for his son, and it has nothing to do with whether Fang Yi is an artist or not.

Looking at the sky in the background painted by his son, Fang Yi felt that it was a bit laborious for a villain to draw, and he grabbed the paintbrush in his little hand and tiptoed up. I couldn't help but lightly hold it up, and let my son paint a round whirring sun on the canvas, of course, it is indispensable to have a light next to it, and I don't know where the sun comes from in the studio.

Seeing his son put down the paintbrush in his hand, Fang Yi asked with a smile, "Finished painting?" ”。

"Hmmm! I'm done! Xiao Fang Yu nodded like a little adult, and then said to himself: "Now I should call Uncle Zou and ask him to pick up my paintings!" ”。 The little thing also figured out his father's steps under the influence of his ears and eyes, and he learned to call Zou Heming after he finished painting, and he didn't know if Zou Heming received such a work, whether he should cry or laugh when he received such a work.

"Hahaha!" When Fang Yi heard his son say this, he couldn't help but be happy, and kissed his son's little face: "Don't call Uncle Zou first, take it to your grandparents and mother first!" ”。

Seeing Fang Yi put down Fang Yi, Lily and the three of them also came over, and when they saw what the villain was painting on the canvas, they suddenly boasted again.

Of course, the child was very proud to be praised, and Xiao Fang Yu just hugged the small canvas more than 20 centimeters long and ten centimeters wide on his chest, and then trotted towards the living room, shouting loudly while trotting: "Grandparents...... I drew a picture! ”。

Fang Yi looked at this, and just wanted to say to his son: Slow down. I heard a thud in the hallway. trotted to the door and looked down the corridor to see that his son had fallen into the mud with a dog holding the painting.

The little thing made Fang Yi very satisfied, that is, at this time, it was not like an ordinary child howling to win sympathy, but quickly sat up, then picked up the painting and ran forward.

Of course, this matter is not certain, if it is not Fang Yi who shows his head, but his grandmother and grandmother, or even grandfather Fang Guozhong and grandfather Zheng Xianguo, then the little thing will at least grin and drop two drops of golden beans. Now such a table is because I know that my parents will not come to hug me, so I have such a good table!

"Slow down! Don't fall again, don't run! Fang Yi shouted at his son. But seeing that his son didn't mean to stop, he had to run over and follow, and there were a few steps when he got out of the corridor, and if his son fell in that place, it was not a trivial matter.

No matter how strict it is, the little thing is also his own son, Fang Yi doesn't want to hear him fall on the steps anymore.

For the so-called works of grandchildren, grandparents are full of praise, and grandma Yuqin is very undisciplined and irresponsible to say something much better than your father's painting.

Standing at the entrance of the corridor and the living room, Fang Yi couldn't help but smile when he saw the little thing surrounded by several people, with a little smug on his face, and then turned around and returned to his studio.

The idea of the Japanese painting soon turned from an intention to a reality, and the Western Museum in Tokyo agreed to put its collection of "Abundance" on display in the October exhibition hall in Los Angeles for appraisers to check the authenticity.

This news is nothing, and what makes Fang Yi even more puzzling is that Soffo even announced in a high-profile manner that he would fight for Dairi's minimalist work by Bobile!

Think about how surprised Fang Yi was when he heard the news! The moment he heard the news, Fang Yi felt that Suo Fubi was an old birthday star eating arsenic, and he was too long! The matter of identifying the authenticity of the handiwork in his hand as a forgery was not over yet, and he was ready to plunge headlong into the pit dug by the old thing in Bobile. I really don't know what their decision-makers think.

Of course, this is Fang Yi's own opinion, and Sofouby still has great expectations for this business, because whether it is in terms of paint or the habit of making the bottom of the painting, the things sent by 'Bobille's old friend' reveal some personal habits of Bobile's old thing, and Bobile also admits that this thing used to belong to him. As for what is not expressed, it is not a matter of the auction house, the auction house can only ensure that this thing is in the hands of Bobile, as for what artistic value, that thing is a matter of opinion of the benevolent and the wise.

If Soffoby had thought this way before, of course, there was nothing wrong with it, and such controversial works were more likely to fetch high prices, and the more controversial the price, the higher the price, and of course the higher the commission of the auction house. But Soffoby forgets that this is not what it used to be, and that so-called modern art has ushered in postclassicism. The Yijing is not the same as before, and the opposition to such a work is no longer clear from the argument. (To be continued......)

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