Now that he had become Nick's assistant, and the location of the restoration was in the studio of the Versailles Museum, Fang Yi naturally obtained a staff pass. But the salary is not opened by the Versailles Museum, and now that Nick has become Fang Yi's boss, naturally this pass is also temporary.

Fang Yi is no stranger to the Versailles Museum, and Bi Yi has copied the works of masters before. Of course, it is a bit too much to say that it is familiar, that is, where a few paintings are hung, Fang Yi is more familiar, so familiar that he can find it with his eyes closed.

Nick was discussing with his colleagues how to restore the paintings that had been sent, and was closing the door with a few people who were also wearing white coats to discuss the plan, and Fang Yi, as a small assistant, had nothing to do now, and it was the first day he came to the work area of the Versailles Museum.

As long as the door was open, Fang Yi would stop at the door for a while, watching what others were doing. However, after looking at a lot of offices, Fang Yi felt that the work here was a bit like a domestic leisure yamen, some people were chatting and some people were busy with documents, and some people were surfing the Internet and farting in the office. Anyway, it's all about it!

From the second floor to the third floor, Fang Yi finally saw that there were easels in some offices, and some people were painting oil paintings in the studio, and most of these people were copying artworks, and the real works of the museum were placed in front of these people. Originally, Fang Yi wanted to get to the other people's house, but when he walked to the door of the house, the people inside would smile at Fang Yi and say that they couldn't come in here or anything, of course, some people were not so friendly, they were a little stiff or gave a cold face or something.

If you don't let you in, just stand at the door and take a look! Fang Yi thought so and did so!

Finally a studio doorway. Fang Yi found a big accident, there was no one in the studio, only an easel and a work placed on the wall, and he didn't see the picture, but Fang Yi's mind directly jumped out of a golden name: Henry? Bobile! The level is a master!

Fang Yi stood directly at the door and froze, very sure that there was no such master in his memory, that is to say, this master is modern, and these paintings are not yet familiar! Looking at the name on the door number, Fang Yi knew that he had met a living master!

Great master! Great master! Such a sentence directly jumped out of Fang Yi's mind. I couldn't help but raise my feet and walk inside. Where else can you think about what bobilele means dustbin in French!

Standing in front of the painting, Fang Yi felt that this trash can was not a trash bin at all. In terms of technique alone, Fang Yi threw away a few streets, and there was a big tree painted on the canvas, a simple tree, and it was completely realistic.

The whole tree grew stubbornly in the middle of the barrenness, and the dark green leaves stood like steel needles. The mottled tree pole looked pale and powerful, and the whole big tree seemed to Fang Yi to be standing in front of him. For the first time, Fang Yi saw this unique sense of authenticity. A feeling of conquering nature! The colors are so rich. It was just a tree, but in front of Fang Yi's eyes, countless colors were reflected. The boundary between the edge and the vista is not as blurry as usual oil paintings, and there is no soft edge like Titian, but it is as hard as a sharp blade.

"Incomparably greater!" Fang Yi said in sincere admiration.

"Who let you in?" An old and angry voice reached Fang Yi's ears.

As soon as he looked up, Fang Yi saw a lean old man standing at the door, looking at him with an angry expression.

The old man looked like he was about sixty years old. Very thin, a white coat stained with oil paint, which seems to have not been washed for half a year, looks empty when worn on the body, and the height is not even one meter or six or five. A short handful of mustaches hang from his chin. The face is long and can't be described in a bad way, just one word: ugly! A pair of mung bean-sized eyes shot out a knife-like light, and they were now staring at Fang Yi.

Seeing such a situation, Fang Yi hurriedly said, "I'm sorry! Are you Henry? Mr. Bobile? ”。

"Are you blind?" Bobile, with his short, carrot-like fingers, pointed at the name on the door: "Or are you stupid enough to read?" ”。

"I'm sorry!" Fang Yi said again: "I just can't help but want to see your paintings!" It's amazing! Great work! ”。 Fang Yi couldn't help but open his mouth to show his friendliness, generally speaking, as long as someone praises his work, the color will always be a little more pleasant, which is usually very useful.

"Shit! I'm asking you this son of a bitch, who let you in! Bobile didn't eat Fang Yi's set at all, and directly opened his mouth and roared.

As soon as he heard this, Fang Yi just had a good temper, he couldn't stand it! directly pulled down his face, and the smile on his face was thrown out of the clouds: "Mr. Bobile, I have already apologized!" If you insult and provoke me with words, I don't mind teaching you what it means to be polite! ”。

You think you have the temper of an artist, and I don't? The kindness that is impatient to talk back and forth with others, but now that he has been insulted, if he is shrinking his head, he will really become a turtle. Fang Yi didn't want to cause trouble, but he was definitely not afraid of anything, at this time, Fang Yi had forgotten that the person standing in front of him was a giant! Don't say that you are a master, you are the king of heaven, Fang Yi doesn't mind going up and directly staging a full martial arts!

When he said this sentence at the end, Fang Yi's tone was not only cold, but also a little roaring, and the old and the young stared at it like this. The old thing is a standard dog who doesn't like the artist's temper, although the little thing is kind on the face, but the arrogance and conceit in his heart are also full, Zhilu Dao is a master in front of him, but Fang Yi doesn't mean to worship too much, he originally wanted to communicate, at most, he wanted to pick up a dew, and he preferred to make some paintings or something. Now that I've been insulted, where can I care about what kind of master is on the other side. The two people, one old and one young, stared at each other like two angry lions.

"Young man!" At this time, a man in his forties walked over from the room next to him, stood at the door, beckoned to Fang Yi and said, "Come here!" It's not good to make such a big noise! ”。

Fang Yi listened to this person's words, then raised his steps and walked out of the door.

Waiting for Fang Yi to come out of the door, Henry? Bobil slammed the door shut, and with a snap, it was straight out of the aisle!

The person who greeted Fang Yi came out patted Fang Yi on the back: "Don't come to his studio!" He's a man who doesn't like him but himself! ”。

"Thank you!" Fang Yi said with a little smile on his face.

"It's all wrong! Let's go about our own business! The man waved at some of the people who were looking out of the hallway.

Fang Yi turned his head when he heard this, and then he saw that several nearby studios had their heads sticking out. It seems that the French love to watch the lively habits are similar to those in China!

After chatting with the one who broke the siege, Fang Yi raised his feet and walked downstairs with a stomach full of annoyance, where can Fang Yi continue to shop with this matter.

"Hey!" Just as Fang Yi walked down the stairs and wanted to return to Nick's studio, a voice suddenly greeted him from behind him.

As soon as Fang Yi turned his head, he saw a woman in her thirties standing a few miles away, holding a few folders in her hands and greeting her with a smile on her face.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yi adjusted his mood before he said to the woman, "Hello! Klor! ”。 This is the staff member whom Fang Yi was familiar with when he copied the works in Versailles.

When Klor heard Fang Yi call his name, he walked over happily and gave Fang Yi a hug: "I didn't expect you to remember my name!" ”。

"Of course!" Fang Yi and Kroll hugged and replied, "I always remember beautiful girls very clearly!" ”。 This sentence is polite, it is a habit to praise women for being beautiful, and Klor's length is medium to high, not too beautiful but definitely not ugly.

This flattery made Kroll very happy, and he looked at the work card hanging on Fang Yi's body and asked, "We have become colleagues?" ”。

"I'm now working as an assistant to Mr. Gray in the restoration room, temporary!" Fang Yi explained to Klor: "It's the first time I've come here today, and I'm getting familiar with the surrounding environment!" ”。

"Your face is not good! What happened? Klor looked at Fang Yi and asked.

Fang Yi briefly told Klor what had happened.

Klor's laughter burst out when he heard this, looking at Klor's smiling face, Fang Yi felt a little unhappy in his heart, and his brows began to wrinkle: "What's the problem?" ”。

"It's not that you have a problem! It's Bobile, who has a problem! As he spoke, Kroll drew his finger on his head: "Everyone here doesn't like him, but he's very good at restoring Ingres and some classicist works, and if he hadn't been for his talent, he would have gotten rid of him!" ”。

"It's the first time I've met someone like this!" Fang Yi sighed and said, even Fang Yi himself didn't expect to meet an artist with such a fucked temper, and it was the first time he met a living master.

After calming down, Fang Yi said: "But he paints very well!" ”。

"Who knows!" Klor's face showed some disdain: "Who suffers from his temper?" I heard that more than ten years ago, he not only scolded his own economist, but also scolded the gallery he signed a contract with, and the gallery alone changed several times, and at that time, he also publicly satirized his patron in the newspaper, saying that people are clowns who don't understand art, and the only thing that knows and does is to take off a woman's pants! In the end, no one can stand his temper, and no one wants to sign him again! No one wants to buy his paintings anymore! ”。

Fang Yi was directly stunned when he heard this: "There are still people who are looking for death like this?" "If you don't die, you won't die, no wonder this old thing is not famous, it turns out that no one wants to push him anymore! (To be continued......)