Chapter 151 (2/2)
”Do you still know this kind of art?”
”My father and I saw Raphael's painting at an auction. The final transaction price was $180 million. Although this painting is smaller, the price is far from staying at this level!”
Wang Cong was really right. The price soon exceeded 80 million euros, but the increase still did not decrease. Not only that, every collector was almost beaten.
”Why do I think this painting seems to have been seen somewhere?”
”Nonsense, this kind of thing must have been in your previous art textbooks. What's strange?” Wang Cong said.
”No, I remember as if I had seen something in kind!” Fang jueyu patted his head, ”that's right! As like as two peas in my bathroom, it's like a piece of work!
Fang jueyu suddenly remembered that there were many works of art in his family, but Fang jueyu didn't have any artistic talent and artistic cells. He couldn't remember at all, but one painting was very interesting. Every time he looked at that painting in the toilet, it was as if he had been baptized by the power of the Renaissance, and he would be particularly smooth when doing something.
Once when he squatted at home, he jokingly sent Guo Xinyu a picture of that painting. Guo Xinyu scolded him for being disgusting.
”Look, this one!” Fang Jueyu took mobile phone as like as two peas avoid leaning to either side of the toilet.
”Sesame oil!” Wang Cong looked at it as like as two peas. At least in his eyes, the two pictures were exactly the same. Is your one a fake or is this one here a fake? ”
”Young master, the Rothschild family has a very professional inspection team. Those who can win the auction house must not be fake!” Zhuang Ying said.
”Is it false in my house?”
”That's even more impossible. In fact, both paintings are true!”
”Really?”
”Hahaha, although they are both the wedding of the virgin, the authors of the two paintings are not the same person. One is painted by Raphael and the other is the work of your ancestor Fang Miao!”
”Your explanation is white. I didn't understand!”
”Mr. Fang Miao doesn't like doing business very much, but he likes traveling and painting very much. This work was painted by him in 1504. At that time, Raphael was one of his most proud students. The one auctioned now is painted by Mr. Raphael imitating Mr. Fang Miao!”
”His ancestors had painters?” Wang Cong was in a mess. If there was no problem with his ears, did Zhuang Ying just say that Raphael or Fang jueyu, the ancestor of Fang Miao?
”Cut, it's so strange!” Fang jueyu said, ”don't talk about painters. Even pianists and violinists have been out several times in my family. What's strange about this?”
”90 million euros!” Fang jueyu directly made a whole on the basis of the original.
”Why did he start again?”
”Finished, this painting will fall into the hands of that man again...”
”God, how rich is he?”
”Don't you still have one at home?” Wang Cong was worried, ”why do you want to buy it?”
”There is only one painting, but there are several toilets in my house!” Fang jueyu said, ”you don't know that there is a mysterious power in this painting, diuresis and defecation. I'm going to hang another one in other toilets!”