The four of them only showed such expressions at the same time, of course, not because of Bobile's good drawing. No matter how good the painting is, the four of them will not be stunned at the same time, but the canvas sent by Bobil has a foundation on it, and there is a splash mark on it, which can be seen at a glance to be thrown with a paintbrush, and it is the kind of round head pen that absorbs a lot of oil. Anyway, everyone has seen what the traces look like, and if you haven't seen it, you can find a brush dipped in some water and throw it on the white wall.

Kehima came back to his senses, looked at Fang Yi next to him and asked, "This is Bobil's new work?" ”。 Kahima wouldn't pretend to look at this, then nod and say okay, this thing is a fart art in his eyes!

Fang Yi thought about it for a while, but he was still a little unsure, thinking in his heart that maybe he had moved something wrong, although the probability was too small, it didn't mean that it wouldn't happen.

Artur also thought of this at this time, turned his head to Fang Yi and said, "Why don't you call and ask?" ”。

Hearing this, Fang Yi immediately dialed the phone from his hand, and did not call Zou Heming's hand, and directly dialed the mobile phone of the manager of the Paris office.

After flipping through the call, Fang Yi put the phone back in his trouser pocket: "No mistake, the manager in Paris said that it was packed by Bobile himself, and personally instructed him to show me this work, and repeatedly asked him to reply to him immediately if I feel anything!" ”。

Now Fang Yi was a little annoyed in his heart, he had been waiting restlessly for so many days, and finally waited for this thing?! It's nothing to fool around with the people out there and make a hype gimmick or something. It has nothing to do with Fang Yi. What does it mean that Bobile is sending this thing to himself now?

Provoking yourself? Fang Yi thought for a moment and shook his head, where does this old boy have time to provoke himself now, and fight a war of words with a group of disciples and grandchildren of the late master. It is estimated that one-third of the old thing's time is now spent on swearing.

Drawing such a thing, Fang Yi felt that if this old thing didn't provoke himself, it would be laughing at himself? It's unlikely!

"What the hell does that mean?" Rude looked at the thing in front of him, and said to himself in puzzled thought.

Kahima looked at Rude's appearance, stepped forward and gently patted his old friend on the back, looked at Rude came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Don't be fooled by the appearance, it's just a framed canvas with paint thrown on it!" If you think too much, your brain will be messed up."

Ruud smiled and nodded, "I know!" I'm not trying to figure out what's on the canvas. Instead, I'm wondering why Bobil gave this mess to Yi! ”。

As a painter, several people know the benefits and disadvantages of the human brain, which is the most complex organ of the human body. This is also known as the ability to think imaginatively. Even if it's a blank slate, you stare at it and think about it in your head. It won't take long to toss something around, but what you toss in your head doesn't mean that a blank slate is not a blank slate! In fact, if you just look at the for a long time and think about what it means, you can get something in your head that you want in your heart, which is a problem of brain structure. And not a matter of blank slate.

A man comes up with something in his head. And then the person who painted is a figure with the aura of a master, and this psychological implication is even stronger, giving people the feeling that if you can't think of anything, you are very imbecile. In the end, it turned into the story of the emperor's new clothes.

These things need to appear in the industrial production process, that is called fraud, and in art there is no such word, this thing is called minimalism, or other isms or something! But whatever you call him, what's the doctrine. No style can fundamentally erase the fact that it is a blank slate, because he is essentially a blank slate. Or maybe it's just a canvas, even if it's thrown up a little bit.

Fang Yi and a few people are not bluffed by the name of Bobiler, an old thing, and they lost interest in this thing after standing in front of the canvas for two or three minutes, and the four of them sat directly in the studio and chatted.

After chatting for half an hour, the three of them went home, and the first thing Fang Yi did when he returned to his studio was to write a reply to Bobil.

Fang Yi was very unhappy that he had been looking forward to this thing for so many days, and the letter was written quite directly.

Fang Yi wrote in the letter: Mr. Bobil, I have seen the so-called new work you sent! But you're just throwing a splash mark at the bottom of the painting, and if you think you might confuse me, or fool me like an idiot, you're wrong, not only wrong, but outrageously wrong. Because my brain isn't demented enough to applaud something like this!

You ask what kind of art you can make as long as you are an individual? A person's walking, eating, and even squatting and sleeping in a pit have become art, so everyone looks at their own art, and they can't do it themselves, so why spend money to buy what you make. Everyone is art, so the so-called art doesn't need to be called art, I think it's better to call it handicraft!

……。

The whole letter was written in more than a thousand words, Fang Yi felt that he was out of his heart, and after reading it through, Fang Yi corrected some French mistakes and sent it directly to Bobile's mailbox.

The reply did not make Fang Yi wait too long, and the content of the letter was very simple, only a simple sentence: send my work back!

What's the use of keeping this East-West Place? In this way, after staying at Fang Yi's house for two nights, he got on the plane back to Paris.

What I saw in the end was something like this, which made Fang Yi's heart a little unhappy, but fortunately, there are always some people in life who can bring a little joy to Fang Yi, such as the Soffordi Auction House these days.

In just a year or two, there were rumors that there were two such mistakes in the identification, which made Sofby's pressure very great all of a sudden, and the two major auction houses immediately after Sofoube seemed to have begun to hold small benches at this time, and everyone waited in circles to see the big joke of the first brother in the industry.

Now Soffoby is obstinately denying the Rubens work that Fang Yi has purchased. Not only did they deny it, but they also mobilized a group of so-called scholars and experts to find fault with the authentic work that is now in the Los Angeles exhibition hall.

Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, such so-called scholars are not only in China. Internationally, I also grasp a lot of it, so it seems that Fang Yi should be facing a bit of pressure now. However, pressure can only be given to himself, Fang Yi has no so-called pressure in his heart, he believes that what he has in his head cannot go wrong at all, it is only Suofubi who makes mistakes.

Fang Yi had already told himself in his heart that the more Suofubi struggled now, the greater the loss of face in the end. Sometimes, both people and institutions are not good for themselves. The first thing that comes to mind is to pass the buck. That's what Soffoby is now.

Fang Yi watched coldly, but the headquarters of Sofby in New York was not so quiet, as the manager of Sofby's New York department. Wright was now looking at the text on his desk, and on top of it was the two almost identical works printed in the Japanese Museum and now in the Los Angeles exhibition hall.

"Mr. Jill, can you be sure that the Japanese Pavilion is the real thing?" Wright asked a few appraisers in their fifties and sixties sitting on the couch in front of him.

When he finished speaking, one of the four was sixty years old. The old man, whose hair had fallen off his entire head, thought for a moment and said, "Based on our previous experience, I believe that the Japanese have authentic works." And Yi? Fang is a copy there! ”。 After saying this, the bald old man also added: "If it is the opposite, then our previous views on the subtle characteristics of Rubens's works of this period will be completely changed!" ”。

The old man's meaning is very clear, according to the previous inference, the Japanese are authentic, if Fang Yi is really a genuine handiwork, then the Rubens works we identified before, if there are two disputes about zài, then we may have made the mistake of referring to the deer as a horse! Because once Fang Yi has the authenticity in his hand, the previous identification basis will be rewritten.

Wright understood the meaning of the old man's words. If the one in Fang Yi's hand was genuine, then Suofubi was really in a bit of trouble this time.

Nodding his head, Wright said to the crowd, "I want all the information on Rubens' works that have been examined by our hands!" ”

Although Wright believes that Sofouby, who has more than 200 years of experience in auction appraisal, will be better than a boy in his thirties. However, I would like to know how many of Rubens's works were identified by the company, or how many of them appeared at about the same time.

Because this kid's reputation for appraisal is extraordinary, even if it seems to Wright as a myth, he will know if it is true or false when he holds it in his hand and looks at it for a while! But years of shopping mall career still made Wright feel a little prepared.

In contrast to Soffoby, the Japanese seem to be calm this time, and the debate is mainly focused on the art media, while the big media such as Yomimai are not involved.

It's only been a few days, and now except for Fang Yi and Zou Heming, not many people are likely to be sure that the Japanese museum is a fake, and the Los Angeles exhibition hall is genuine. So the media is all Sofouby's voice. In Fang Yi's opinion, these people are all dogs, and the so-called reasons cited in their mouths one by one are ridiculous.

Wright was discussing with someone in his company how to deal with the incident when the phone rang on his desk.

"Sir! Mr. Lawrence's call! As soon as he picked up the phone, Wright heard the crisp voice of the female secretary ringing in his ears.

Wright nodded at the people in front of him, signaling that they might be leaving, and then said into the earpiece, "Take it in!" ”。

"Lawrence, what are you looking for me? Don't come to me and tell me that your employer has found out what mistakes you've made! That's good news for me! Wright said to Zou Heming.

Both of them are mixed in New York, and they are both engaged in art-related things, Soffordi is big, but the current Lawrence Gallery is not a small reputation, and it is not a big problem to enter the top five galleries in the United States in terms of income, and it is also the most popular gallery in the United States now. Such two people not only know each other, but can even be regarded as friends, and sometimes they have cooperated. It's understandable that those who are all mixed in this circle, and they don't see what they look up to see.

Zou Heming smiled over the phone and said, "No! Yi insisted that his opinion was right, and I called this time to ask if you need a consultant!" ”。

"I don't think we need it! Sofby's appraisers are all first-class in the industry" Wright listened to Zou Heming's words and felt that this was a bully. (To be continued......)