"This has nothing to do with me, I'm just an introducer, and I haven't even taken an intermediary fee, which is not in Japanese law."

The shopkeeper grinned.

"Really?"

Ueno-senpai raised his eyebrows.

"That's all you've ever done? Is there any money forfeited for each payment? ”

The shopkeeper's face sank.

"You...... What do you mean. ”

"Do you need me to remind you of any of them?"

Looking at the appearance of the shopkeeper, it seemed that he didn't plan to explain easily, and Ueno-senpai said:

"Kanazawa Museum of Art, Suwon Art Exhibition, Morishita Auction ......"

"That's it! Stop it! I tell you. ”

The shopkeeper broke the defense, and finally showed a gaffe look on his face, which made Ueno's senior unable to hold back what he said.

"You wait here for me."

The store manager said goodbye and turned to make a phone call.

Su Qi glanced at Ueno's senior, lowered his voice and asked, "How do you know which stores he has faked?" ”

"I don't know, I just told all the art museums that I knew had an accident, and there will always be one in it."

The senior explained like this, and Su Qi nodded, as if he believed it.

The store manager also finished the phone call at this time, turned his head and said, "He's at home, we'll go find him now." ”

A few people left the store, turned left and right, and walked a short distance, found a row of low-rent apartments, went upstairs, and the shopkeeper knocked on the door of an apartment.

"Tamiya, Tamiya, open the door, it's me."

"Click."

The door was opened, and a young man with glasses was behind it, still holding scissor tape in his hands.

"Manager, what's the matter?"

"Someone is looking for you, these two."

The store manager went to Su Qi and Ueno seniors, and pouted,

"What's the matter? About a painting? I haven't picked up ...... lately."

Tamiya said, closing the door.

"No, something else."

Ueno-senpai went up and slammed the door.

"Buy paintings, buy yours."

"Buy my paintings?"

Tamiya had a slight look of astonishment on his face.

"Can we go in and see the paintings?"

Tamiya thought for a moment, stepped aside and said:

"Then come in."

"Thank you."

Several people entered the Tamiya house.

The cheap apartment is very narrow and cramped, and there are art students who live in oil paintings, and there are many canvas boards piled up, and there is a strong smell of paint in the room.

When Tian Gong opened the door just now, Su Qi noticed that there were traces of paint on his nails and fingers, which were hands that had been painting for a long time.

However, now that several paintings in the room have been wrapped in cloth, many objects have been packed and packed, and I saw Tamiya holding tape and scissors in his hand just now, so he should be packing his luggage.

"You're moving?"

The store manager asked.

"I was paid for that job last time, so I can change to a better environment."

Tamiya said.

“……”

The store manager had an embarrassed smile on his face, and Tamiya was talking about that job, that one.

Su Qi wanted to ask a direct question about it and go straight to the point, but Ueno-senpai stopped him slightly.

The senior squatted down, opened the cloth package, looked at the painting, and said:

"Aren't these pretty good, why don't you sell them?"

"General...... Nobody buys it, sir, no one thinks of a painting by an unknown artist as a work of art, and I don't want to make it just an ornament. ”

"So you're going to sign your drawings with another name?"

Su Qi said.

Tamiya's face was slightly gloomy.

"Are you here to buy paintings?"

"We are from Watanabe Law Firm and are investigating Mr. Morishima's theft on behalf of the insurance company."

Ueno-senpai explained his intentions.

"That painting was stolen?"

Tamiya was slightly stunned.

"Is that one from you?"

Su Qi asked.

"This, I can't answer."

Tamiya was still reluctant to tell the truth, confessing that Morishima Masayuki didn't know what was going on yet, and just thought it was a painting.

"Masayuki Morishima has been arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department."

Su Qi told him.

"Why was he caught?"

Tamiya was stunned.

"Suspected of using the picture you drew to cheat the insurance."

"Well, that's exactly what I painted...... At the time, he just said that it would be auctioned as a lot. ”

"Doesn't that look like he's done this for the first time?"

"Three, the guy has asked me to paint three paintings of him so far, and he says that my style is very similar to Daryl, and that I can paint it in a way that is as real as it gets.

Because he is the top authority in the circle, his words and research are very weighty, and he has made up several paintings through several research articles and fabricated several paintings, saying that it is a painting by Daryl that has never been published, and after a while, he will dig it out from which art collection ...... 'find'"

"Wait!"

Su Qi interrupted him in slight surprise.

"You're saying that the existence of the painting was made up by Masayuki Morishima? There is no such thing as a real one? You didn't copy that painting?! ”

"Of course it's not a copy, there is no such painting, it's just that he put forward some characteristics of Daryl's paintings and asked me to paint them, and the previous two were also auctioned off as lots, and I heard that he made a lot of money from this."

Satirize! It's a great irony!

Su Qi thought of a group of self-proclaimed art collectors, competing to bid for a painting with the halo of a famous artist, but the actual truth was the work painted by an unknown painter who couldn't afford to eat, and he felt goosebumps all over his body.

Su Qi remembered that before this, the store manager said that "making money with art is rolling in the mud pit" is very dirty here, and there are all kinds of means.

Most people are more willing to acknowledge the value of an undiscovered work by a famous artist than to the painting of an obscure person, but they do not realize that the two are one and the same thing.

In every place where there is a high and a low level, lies are always rampant, for the sake of fame and profit.

Senpai looked at Tamiya and also at his paintings.

"Your work has to belong to someone else's name, and you can really accept it in your heart."

Tamiya smiled, and that smile was bitter.

"The same painting, with my name, is just a pile of unsellable waste paper, and with someone else's name, it can be scrambled by collectors with a lot of money.

Do you see this room, half a year ago I couldn't pay the rent and was going to be kicked out, and my insistence will only make me sleep on the streets until I starve to death...... Maybe it's not bad to die, after all, a famous artist has a premise, he has to be a dead man. ”

The dead are more famous than the living.

Tamiya seems to be ridiculing language, but under the bubble punctured by a needle, and the so-called self-contained and elegant dress of art, he is a bloated deformity.

"Why do you say this so easily? You have an agreement with Morishima, right? ”

"But isn't he arrested now, I don't think we can continue in the future, and ......"

As he spoke, Tamiya looked at his paintings with a complicated look in his eyes.

"You're right, I still want someone to know the truth and know whose work it is."

……

PS: Ye Guan is more