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Chapter 451 The list is coming

ps: Continue to code, get out the two chapters of tomorrow, and have a good day off tomorrow!

Yan Ju glanced at the oil painting that had been carefully put away by the boss, and said unwillingly:

"After you said this, I feel like I have a little feeling about this painting! But why did you find so many big leaks in the light in just a few days? It seems that the appraisers and collectors here are all fools. Xiao Wu, do you have any special tricks?"

Wu Di smiled bitterly, yes, but I can't tell you, if you have to ask, then I can only start fooling you!

"In fact, this question is easy to explain. After all, not everyone can have the awareness to find professional appraisers to identify his collections, and not everyone who looks for appraisers will definitely meet a highly-level and responsible appraiser. I don't know if you are paying attention, most of the paintings I have picked up are not original works, or just one in a series, which is actually a dark under the light. In people's subconscious, since this painting has been collected by a museum, when they see the same painting appearing on the market, they will first position it as a replica, so that people who are able to buy it may ignore it directly."

Yan Ju lowered her head and thought for a while, and smiled bitterly:

"After all, it's a matter of level! Just like me, even if I know the truth about darkness under the lamp, I don't have the ability to identify which ones are the real darkness under the lamp, and which ones are purely dying when they see the light!"

Wu Di also smiled bitterly and shook his head. In this regard, his real level may be similar to Yan Ju. However, with the support of Tian Shu, which never makes any mistakes, he will be more confident than them and will make progress faster than anyone else. One day, he will grow into a true treasure appraisal master who does not rely on Tian Shu and is more powerful than everyone!

As the boss was diligently sending him off, Wu Di and the other two walked through the narrow exhibition hall of the gallery and walked out of the store. While he casually browsing the slightly immature paintings on the walls, he discussed the darkness under the light with Yan Ju. Suddenly, a huge landscape painting attracted his attention and made him unconsciously slow down.

"Boss, why didn't I see this painting just now?"

"Are you talking about this "Summer Evening"? This painting was just taken by a student yesterday. He said it was given by a friend during the winter vacation, but now he is in urgent need of money, so he wants me to help him deal with it. This painting is very good. The price is a bit high..."

"Haha, boss, the prices of any good works you look at here seem to be a bit high."

"This picture is different, it's really a bit high, it costs 700,000 euros."

Wu Di was stunned,

"Seven hundred thousand? That's so high? I wonder how the price was set?"

"Sir, this price is not what I set, but what the student said. However, if you really like it, I can remove the part of the fee charged for our consignment. You only need to pay 650,000."

Wu Di nodded,

"Sixty-five thousand? Can it be lowered?"

"This...there is another discount of 10,000 yuan. If you still think it's high, I can't do anything about it."

Wu Di took a look at the picture again and signaled to the military advisor to pay the bill!

Yan Ju looked at the deal that the two of them had negotiated in a flash. He opened his mouth in surprise. Before he could see the painting clearly, the transaction had already been completed! Moreover, the transaction price was not ordinary high, more than 6 million yuan! Could this one be the original work?

"Yes, this one is the original work. It is the original work of Isaac Ilyic Levitan!"

Wu Diqiang suppressed the joy in his heart and nodded firmly.

Isak Ilyic Levitan is a great Russian realist landscape painter. His works follow the tradition of realistic narrative landscape painting and open up new areas of lyrical landscape painting. They are both profound philosophical and good at expressing social phenomena through generalization.

This painting "Summer Evening", also known as "Abyss", is huge in size and the entire picture exceeds three square meters. It is a masterpiece of his later years.

The picture is a small lake beside an uninhabited forest. On this small lake, there is a simple wooden bridge. The whole picture is beautiful and quiet. But this picture tells a sad story: the daughter of a miller fell in love with a young farmer, but was firmly opposed by his daughter's father. In the end, he managed to bribe the recruitment bureau and arrest the young man as a soldier. Because Russian military service was lifelong at that time, the girl was deeply desperate when she heard the news and jumped into the pool from the bridge.

The scenery of this painting is no different from reality. The painter conveys a kind of sadness that is overwhelming to every audience who knows this story through dense forests and rolling clouds in the sky. At the same time, he also penetrates the hesitant and gloomy emotions of progressive Russian intellectuals under the rule of the Tsar into the picture, which is extremely infectious.

"Levitan? Russian realist painter? Oh my god, how did you recognize these masterpieces?"

"It feels, or is an instinctive intuition. I'm reading books about famous European painters these days. I just saw Levitan's information last night. I didn't expect that I could apply what I learned today. Haha, in my heart..."

Yan Ju's face was as dark as the driver of an ancient steam train. The two white winding marks on it were the tears in his heart. Your sister! I was also watching that big head and saw Levitan, but why did you recognize it at a glance? But I haven't remembered who the author is yet?

"This, Brother Yan, you are 42 years old this year? Do you have any Liuwei Dihuang Pills every day?"

"Get out! Boss, do you have a knife here? No? It's okay to have scissors. My grandmother fights this kid!"

After paying the bill, the military advisor handed over his bank card to Wu Di.

"Fifth brother, it's a big deal."

Wu Di took it with a wry smile. It was a little bit of a sudden change. The key is that he still owed Zhong Qi 300 million!

When they returned to the hotel, Yue Ge had already gotten up. When they saw that the military advisor had brought back two more oil paintings, they were inexplicably surprised.

"Boy, you won't tell me that you have picked up two more world masterpieces in just a little while, right?"

Wu Di grinned, before he could speak, Yan Ju, beside him, spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.

"A "The Late Bell" by Koro, and a "The Abyss" by Levitan. Old man, you don't know the feeling of watching others pick up the bargain, but you can't even see who you painted. It's really like listening to a death knives, like coming to the abyss! I think my mental age is already rising to you!"

"Get out, old man, I'm young! Hurry up, open it quickly and let me see. I'll find two people for you to swap them out."

Wu Di smiled bitterly,

"Old man, I like these two paintings very much. Can we talk about the exchanges again?"

"Okay, I'm throwing a list on my bed. You'll tell me after reading it. If you can still stick to your position, ok, I didn't say it, old man, I'll give you a submission word!"

"List? Old man, Augustus believed it?"

"Haha, the old guy didn't come, saying he was going home to prepare things. He sent a list and invited you to London to see the real thing. How about it? I said he couldn't run away, right?"

Wu Di was about to speak when he suddenly heard a shocking scream like a pig-killing scream from Yue Ge's room.

"The Shang Dynasty is embedded with turquoise ivory cups! The Tang Dynasty's gold-plated dance horse-length cup-patterned leather-style silver pot! The Warring States white jade is embedded with agate and is wrongly embedded with gold and silver double-living ears! The Ru porcelain carved flower dragon pattern plate! Two pages of catalogue! Oh my God, you will kill me. After seeing these things, how can I live in the future!"

The old man raised his eyebrows at Wu Di.

"That list just says that the things above are within the selection range, not that everything is exchanged for your item. Otherwise, let's not tell him the news?"

The black line at Wu Di, the hypocritical old man, the serious and cautious Yan Ju, the two of them just stayed with him for a few days, why did they all become similar to those of Wang Yuwan and Chi Menghua?

"This, Xiaowu, look, there are only three Ru porcelains on it. I don't have high requirements. Just wash this sky blue pen and give it to me. Also, there are so many blue and white porcelains in the Three Qing Dynasties, you can do it well, just give two pieces of your brother..."

Yue Ge couldn't help but slap Yan Ju on the back of the head.

"I'll be ashamed of myself, don't let people know that I'm your uncle!"

Now it was Wu Di's turn to be stunned.

"Mr. Meng is afraid that this year is 93, right? Mr. Yue, you..."

"I just entered the Master for a year and my master disappeared. Everyone behind me learned from my senior brother. Everyone in the circle knows this. You kid, this monster, knows nothing except picking up bargains every day!"

Wu Di smirked twice. There are too many things this year. Not to mention this circle, many old friends in the past rarely contacted each other. When they are free, they must walk around one by one.

"Hey, why don't you call the old man uncle?"

"The old man said that his things were learned from my master, which was almost the same as a disciple. Although he should not be a random question of seniority, there is no need to talk about uncle every day... Besides, isn't this still a fool to some people?"

Wu Di smiled and blinked,

"Since you are in this relationship, it's the same if you will be able to play the recording to the old man later..."

"Get out! I really want to turn against you when I come back? I'll just turn against you and strangle you to death, a stinky boy!"

Yue Ge looked at the two young men who were at least fifteen or sixteen years apart with a headache, frowned:
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