Brera Gallery is a famous gallery in Milan. It was originally a Christian church school, designed and expanded by architect Rikini in 1651 and was finally built by his son. The entire building is divided into 40 rooms and contains various famous paintings.

Wu Di read it briefly and felt that there were still many fine products, but they were either non-selling or outrageously expensive. In Europe, the status of oil paintings is incomparable to domestic antiques. This actually shows that a truth that many people are deliberately forgotten is better.

The large gallery is only suitable for visiting, not for Taobao. Song Ying led Wu Di around and came to a small gallery with only three exhibition rooms. The layout is simple, but the traffic is quite large.

Wu Di looked in the studio on the left for a while and then laughed. Although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, here you can actually see the works of some modern and modern painters on display, which is interesting.

The domestic ink paintings that can be exhibited are not masterpieces, but some are still worthy of praise. There is a landscape painting signed by the West Wind, which looks very much like the place where Wu Di lived when he was a child. The price was only 500 euros. He was too lazy to bargain, so he asked the clerk to book it.

All the paintings on display in the middle are oil paintings. Wu Di looked at the price and kept seeing a picture with a price of 20 million yuan before stopping and looking at it carefully.

Because Wu Di bought a work casually, a clerk kept paying attention to his expression. Seeing Wu Di paying attention to the oil painting priced at 20 million, he came over and introduced:

"This is the treasure of our store, and it is the original work of Van Gogh. Experts unanimously believe that it is a draft of sunflowers. "Sunflowers" painted in only a combination of gorgeous yellow colors can be called Van Gogh's incarnation, and can also be said to be his representative work. His sunflowers have an extraordinary rushing power to break through the picture frame and an uncontrollable desire to express themselves, which is shocking. The sunflowers in Van Gogh's paintings are not just plants, but life forms with primitive impulses and enthusiasm..."

The clerk excitedly started a long speech. At first, he was still in English, but later he changed back to Italian. Fortunately, Song Ying could handle it.

Wu Di shook his hand, interrupted the clerk's introduction, and said with a smile:

"Your introduction is the same as the information I recite! However, from this painting, I only see decadence, chaos and struggle, which is completely opposite to the artistic conception of Van Gogh's famous painting sunflowers. If it is an authentic work, it is just a casual graffiti by Mr. Van Gogh."

"Wow! Sir, there are really not many Oriental people who are as good at appreciating oil paintings as you are. This painting is indeed full of contradictions and struggles on the surface, but this struggle represents Mr. Van Gogh's mental state at that time. It was precisely because he overcame this mental state that he created the later sunflower that has been famous throughout the ages."

"Haha, it makes sense to fool you! Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, which actually represents a kind of withering. Can I check this painting?"

The clerk looked at the two of them with some embarrassment and said:

"Please wait a moment."

After a moment, a thin middle-aged man, who was 1.9 meters tall, followed the clerk and came to Wu Di. He was the owner of the gallery and the same surname as the famous Italian football striker Zora. After greeting Wu Di politely, the middle-aged man asked:

"Young man, this painting is indeed the original work of Mr. Van Gogh. Our store has appraisal certificates from many masters. Are you sure you want to buy it?"

"If it is an authentic work, I think I will. However, it cannot be this price, because if this painting is like the young man you just introduced, I think it will not wait for me to see it."

Zora smiled and arranged for the clerk to take down the painting carefully, and called Wu Di to walk to the VIP room in the store.

The painting is 99 cm long and 76 cm wide, the same size as the most famous sunflower in Van Gogh. Wu Di did not appreciate the painting method of oil painting, but he felt that the painting was different. When he first saw this painting, he felt that the dying sunflower on the picture seemed to be telling him something. But when he looked closely, he did not find any difference. It can be seen that this painting was definitely a casual work by a painter, and the painting was full of anxiety and urgency, so that some places were even a little sloppy, but why did he feel that way at first glance?

Wu Di put on the white gloves given to him by the clerk, gently lifted up the picture frame, and observed the layout of the picture along the horizontal plane. The picture was slightly undulating and there seemed to be more materials. After seeing the plane, he placed the picture frame flat, stretched out his index finger with his left hand, and gently pressed it to the lower left side of the picture.

In an instant, a biting aura seemed like a flood that broke through the dam, and along his index finger pressed on the picture, he rushed into his body wildly!

Wu Di just felt a biting aura that almost freezes his left hand, and a more vast and cool aura in his body launched a powerful counterattack. The two auras were silent in Wu Di's palm, and the invisible and violent collision made his hand lose control and was thrown into the air, almost hitting Song Ying standing beside him.

As soon as his fingers left the screen, the two breaths dissipated instantly, and Wu Di also regained control of his left hand. While he was shocked by the tips of reading the heavenly book inexplicably, he thought about how to explain the actions just now.

"The Netherlands, Vincent William Van Gogh, withering, also known as the Flower of Death. A treasure."

In the midst of lightning, Wu Di had already thought of a solution that was not a solution. With the momentum of his arm, he directed his left hand to draw a semicircle in the air, landed on Song Ying's soft long hair, gently caressed it, and smiled:

"I felt the power of this painting! Sorry, I was a little excited. Boss, how much does this painting cost?"

Whether it is the cold and cold atmosphere contained in the painting or the treasures displayed in the Heavenly Book, Wu Di had the idea of ​​winning. After purchasing Lan Meng Jewelry, he did not return the money he had on him to Zhong Qi, so now he still has more than 160 million yuan, which is probably enough to buy this painting.

Zora strangely touched the place where Wu Di just touched, and there seemed to be no special feeling. What the hell is this young man doing? No matter he wants to buy this painting, it has been hanging for more than a month. Every interested person turns around and leaves after hearing the offer. Now he has finally encountered a foreign sucker. How much should he report?

"One, sixteen million euros! Sir, Van Gogh's paintings are only priced at 1,6 million, which is really a huge cheap!"

"If it were Van Gogh's graffiti when he was a child, tens of thousands of euros might not be interested in it. Van Gogh's paintings are expensive, but the most expensive "Doctor Gache" is only more than 80 million US dollars, right? That is a recognized fine product!"

"That's why this one is so cheap. Sir, it's only more than 10 million euros, less than 20 million US dollars! You can't buy Van Gogh's original works anywhere!"

"I think one million euros are enough to represent the value of this painting, but it is still based on such a large size."

The boss swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. The price was consistent with the expert's valuation, but he would never sell the painting at this price. If no one paid the right price, he would rather wait for it. Anyway, he would not lack this million.

"No, No, sir, you have no sincerity. My final price is 15 million euros. If sir cannot agree, please look at other paintings."

"Eight million, I think I have expressed enough sincerity. And boss, I can only collect this painting and will not sell it, so it will be sold at this price."

After a bargaining, the two sides finally made a deal for 11.6 million yuan, and Zora also presented three masterpieces of new Chinese painters. Song Ying, as a translator, has changed from surprise to numbness, with millions of euros, adding and subtracting randomly in these people's mouths, as if there is no difference from a few pieces of waste paper. At this moment, she deeply felt the sorrow of the poor. The numbers in these people's mouths, even if they are only a fraction, are enough to cure her father's illness and allow their family to live a worry-free and happy life.

Holding a large paper tube dressed in painting, Wu Di left the gallery. He was not in the mood to go shopping again. He wanted to return to the hotel immediately and carefully study what was going on. Being able to be identified as a treasure by Tang Bohu's "Sending Friends in the Cold River" by Tang Bohu as a treasure, this painting must have its own special place! Especially the biting icy and bitter breath is different from what Wu Di feels from other treasures. The Flower of Death seems to have a taste of death!

In the room, Song Ying was with Wu Di to read the paintings, and she lost interest after a moment. In her eyes, there was nothing to appreciate in these impressionist paintings. How could he be so focused and so serious?

Song Ying stood up and drank water. Seeing that Wu Di still had no movement, she secretly encouraged herself, sat down with Wu Di, and carefully leaned her body against Wu Di. Wu Di was thinking. Such a painting could not be called a fine work no matter what, and might not even be as good as a student from the Oil Painting Academy, but why does the Heavenly Book have such a high evaluation? Is there something hidden in the painting that I have not seen?

A faint fragrance suddenly came from the end of his nose, and a soft and elastic body leaned over. The bulge on his chest gently pressed against his upper arm, making his heart sway. Turning his head and seeing Song Ying with blurred eyes, Wu Di smiled, helped her to straighten her body, and said:

"Don't have to accompany me. If you are sleepy, go to sleep for a while. After dinner, you have to go out for a walk!"

Song Ying stomped her feet in annoyance and ran to the inner room and lay down in anger.

"You wood! No wonder you don't have a girlfriend yet!"

She gently stroked her hot cheeks and suddenly woke up.

"Song Ying, what's wrong with you? He is a person who wants to take away your chastity by relying on money. How can you..."

Song Ying's heart was full of entanglement and he struggled repeatedly in bed.
Chapter completed!