Chapter 578 (1/2)
”Do you have Gu Kaizhi's paintings here?”
Although she was still a little surprised, Liu Liang had some feelings in her heart. If she did, she still wanted to buy it back and hang herself for a few years. If she wanted to donate in the future, she would not lose.
”Yes,” said the teahouse shopkeeper with a smile.
”Don't tell me, it's true. These people come for Gu Kaizhi's paintings.”
”I want it too.”
Liu Liang is fascinated by Gu Kaizhi's paintings. She has received so many paintings, but she treats Gu Kaizhi with eyes. If she has nothing to do, she likes to take it out, touch it, and then appreciate it.
But in the end, she was willing to donate the painting to her, but she still didn't receive a penny, because it was worth it, and because she wanted more people to see the painting. Maybe they would like, surprise and move like her.
But what if she still wants one?
”Everyone wants it.”
The shopkeeper of the teahouse is telling the truth. Who doesn't want it? It's a priceless painting.
”Where is that picture?”
Liu Liang guessed whether the painting was in any shop. Will it be put out after midnight? Will it be a competitive price, auction or hard robbery?
She dares to say that if she robs hard, no one can rob her, and if she wants to rob, others can't find it all their life, but some are immoral.
”At the National Museum!”
The owner of the teahouse sighed, as if he had such a pity.
Liu Liang ”...”
In the National Museum, there is only one authentic work of Gu Kaizhi, which is hers. She donated it, so she can't come back. She can't do such a shameful thing.
”Ha ha...”
The teahouse shopkeeper smiled again. ”You may not know that Gu Kaizhi's painting was bought from our dark street. The painting has been kept in the dark street for several years. No one has paid attention to it. How can it look like a fake painting? Who can buy it at a high price?”
”I didn't expect that this fake painting could not be fake, but it was an authentic work. Finally, the man donated it.”
”So, that's it,” he spread his hand. ”You see, there are so many people in the dark street because of Gu Kaizhi's painting, that is, I don't know what the eye power of the person who got the painting is, and how can I distinguish the authenticity of the painting?”
”Why did so many experts not recognize him, but he bought it?”
”Maybe it's luck.”
Liu Liang picked up the cup and filled her mouth with a large glass of water. Well, yes, it's luck. It's definitely luck.
”Good luck.”
Zeng Xubai followed her words and the smile in her eyes was very warm, but Liu Liang felt that her face was so hot.
Alas, she feels like she's about to lose her horse.
”Maybe.”
The shopkeeper of the teahouse also thinks so. Maybe he has more luck. Otherwise, those who are good at this can't compare with a person whose name has not changed?
”Lucky Doctor Liu.”
Zeng Xubai poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Liu Liang.
”Well,” Liu Liang drank tea obediently. Anyway, what she said now was what she said. In order not to lose her horse, she pretended to be deep.
”Do well this time.”
Zeng's narration was almost encouraged by touching her head.