Shenhao starts from fishing

'Waiter?'

'I'm going... You go to bars too much, right?Just call a waiter who sells paintings.'

Sitting on the high stool behind the bar, Ding Shuo was casually flipping through a travel magazine.

Hearing the man asking which is the most expensive one in the shop, he looked lazily away from the long legs in the magazine, raised his head and helped the black-frame myopia glasses with the broken left lens.

I feel sorry for the author of that painting if I don't teach this arrogant guy a lesson.

Although he didn't know who the author of the painting was.

After all, when the painting was recovered, there were only three letters on the signature: DEB, and a date: 2009, October...

"What about you, which one is the most expensive in your shop?" The man expressed strong dissatisfaction with Ding Shuo's negligence.

"The most expensive? Well...it's the "Empty Mountain and Valley" on your left." Ding Shuo raised his finger. The oil painting that the man had just complained about. "It was just sent here for sale yesterday. If I come back tomorrow, I probably won't see it."

Thinking that I had just complained about this painting as a child’s hand-painted graffiti, it was painted like a joke, and in the blink of an eye it became the most expensive work in the store. The man felt like he was slapped twice. , Her cheeks were hot.

But listening to Ding Shuo's words aroused his intense curiosity: "I won't see it tomorrow? What do you mean?"

Ding Shuo smiled: "You look like you are a successful person by looking at your clothes, and young and successful people like you pay attention to the cultivation of their own character. Surely Mr. should know how to paint, right?"

After being praised by Ding Shuo, the man shook the big gold watch on his wrist: "Heh... that's natural."

Ding Shuo smiled more brilliantly: "That's not enough, you see who is the inscription on that painting?"

The man stared at DEB for a long time, and couldn't help uttering: "Big...Bigger?"

'This buddy is too deadly!'

A few black lines dripped down Ding Shuo’s forehead, and he quickly corrected it, “No, no, it’s Dalba. Looking at the time, this painting is a work of his confused period ten years ago, although his reputation has not reached that kind. The height of'can be met but not sought', but speaking of his mentor, he is a well-known figure in the oil painting industry."

Ding Shuo stopped talking, and let the man taste it himself.

As for Darba, it was also his casually invented name based on the three letters signed.

"Dalba? It sounds familiar, is this man very famous?" The man asked the wife on the side, and the woman shook her head, saying that she was not clear.

Ding Shuo continued to flicker: "Freehand master Jin Lun, you should be familiar with it, right?"

The man suddenly said, "Hurt, it's no wonder that I'm so familiar, and I've been Mr. Jin's lover after a long time!"

Ding Shuo squinted his eyes: "So I'll just say, if you come over tomorrow, I guess you won't see this painting..."

The implication is that if you arrive late, you won't get it.

The man was lost in thought.

Seeing that the time was right, Ding Shuo handed out a cigarette to the man: "While this painting hasn't been bought yet, one more glance is one more time. When it appears on the market again in three to five years, it will not be at the current price. , A conservative estimate, I think it can be at least three to fifty times higher.

The man glanced at the cigarette brand and pushed back Ding Shuo’s hand that was delivering cigarettes, with a suspicious look on his face: “Since this painting has so much room for appreciation, why don’t you get close to the water tower and secretly leave it behind? ?"

"Haha~~ I think too, but the strength is not allowed..." Ding Shuo took the cigarettes back, repacked them in the cigarette case, and shook his head mockingly. What he said was not exaggerated. He was fishing in "Shenhao" Before this game appeared, this was indeed the current state of his life.

The man glanced at the work again.

Empty mountains and valleys, ten thousand zhang ravines.

A sparrow shuttles between the clouds in confusion.

Sure enough, as my wife said, although the background of this painting is not delicate enough, it captures the charm of the moment the cuckoo flaps its wings.

Only those who have really experienced confusion can understand the meaning of this painting.

Although I don't know how to paint, I know what value and face are.

If a friend comes to the house as a guest and sees such a famous painting on the wall, wouldn’t it be a shame?

Under the instigation of vanity, the man's heart moved.

He swallowed and asked Ding Shuo on the side: "How much is this painting?"

"The seller put me on a consignment price of 38,800, plus 5 points of service fee, the total is..." Ding Shuo clicked on the calculator several times, "39,900 yuan."

In order to teach this guy a lesson, Ding Shuo also spared no effort.

Five hundred yuan of the recovered paintings were sold for 38 thousand, plus 5 points of service charge.

Gee tut... it's too dark.

Of course, art is priceless, and there is no fraud.

Everyone has their own preferences, you can't look down on this painting, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But if you make false comments and make false comments, you will pay for your actions.

Don't think that if you have a few stinky money, you can breathe fragrance.

Your parents and daughters are used to you, but grandpa is not used to you.

Since you like to show off so much, let you spend the most expensive money to buy back your least favorite works, and then hang them on the wall beautifully.

It's just that Ding Shuo didn't know. He just wanted to teach this upstart and collect some tuition by the way, but he unintentionally created an art master.

...

suburbs.

In a rented house filled with oil paintings, a shaggy, long-haired man sneezed several times, and the paintbrush in his hand accidentally poked the canvas, destroying the self-portrait in front of him.

However, the man with long hair and shawl looked at the ruined self-portrait before him, and suddenly had new inspiration.

I dipped some black paint and drew a crack on the dark gray ceiling. The stroke that accidentally destroyed the picture just now is like a white light spilled from the crack...

This seemingly unintentional stroke made the originally depressing picture instantly full of vitality.

...

The camera returns to Mu Yuxuan.

Thirty-eight thousand, thirty times that is 1.14 million.

Whether it is hanging up at home to install beeps, or to invest in financial management.

This wave is not a loss.

The man figured it out for a moment, took out a gold card directly from his purse, and patted it in front of Ding Shuo: "Hurt...I thought it was too expensive, isn't it just over 30,000 yuan? I want this picture!"

"Hao Heng!" Ding Shuo gave the man a thumbs up, his other hand was not idle, took out the pos machine, entered the transaction amount, and was about to swipe the card, so the man grabbed his wrist.

"Are you sure this is the authenticity of Dalba?"

Ding Shuo was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a smile: "As far as I know, although Dalba is a lover of Master Jin Lun, he is low-key. There are not many people who know him. It’s to the extent that it was copied wildly."

"That's it..." The man let go of Ding Shuo's wrist suspiciously, "Oh, by the way, will you deliver it to your door?"

"Of course, please provide your delivery address and contact phone number..." Ding Shuo took the gold card and swiped it on the POS machine. The transaction was successful and the bank account was immediately credited to 39,900 yuan.

When the man finished signing, Ding Shuo handed the gold card back to the other party: "When is there someone at home? I will send someone to you."

The man put away the gold card and wrote his delivery address and contact number on a sticky note: "There is a babysitter at home and there are people at all times. Just ring the doorbell when you go."

"That's it, I'll make arrangements for you." Ding Shuo nodded, glanced at the man's recovery address, found a phone number on the phone, and dialed it, "Dahneng, are you free now? Help me Send a picture, not far away, Long'an Platinum Palace."

Five minutes later, as soon as the young men and women left the gallery with their front feet, a burly young man with a black face stopped at the entrance of the gallery on an electric three-wheeled brake.

The car body is full of beer bottles, cans, a pile of waste newspapers and a few broken paper shells...