Golden Fishery

Chapter 7: . Van Gogh is fake, Picasso is real

Qin Shiou looked down at the little squirrel strangely. The latter tilted his head and looked at him curiously, with his big eyes and small eyes facing each other.

The little squirrel was born a few months ago. Few people come to Daqin Fishing Farm. It is estimated that it hasn’t seen human beings, and it doesn’t know how to be afraid. It swept the back of Qin Shiou’s hand with its big tail.

The back of his hand was swept comfortably by the soft tail hair. Qin Shiou smiled. He reached out and picked up a blueberry dipped in syrup, and slowly handed it to the little squirrel.

The little squirrel tilted its head and looked at the blue fruit. It stretched out its small paws to catch it. After studying it for a while, both paws held the blueberry fruit to its mouth. It bit off half of it in one bite, and its cheeks bulged high. The little mouth chewed it up.

The blueberries bought by Qin Shiou tasted very good, sweet and sour, tender and juicy. The little squirrel became happy after taking a bite, and filled the remaining half in his mouth without hesitation, and ate quickly.

Eating the blueberry fruit, the little squirrel squatted down in front of Qin Shiou’s pillow, leaning on it like him, squinting his eyes and looking very happy.

Qin Shiou laughed. The little squirrel reminded him of a golden-backed hamster that he had raised when he was a child. They were all equally cute.

After eating the blueberry fruit, the little squirrel looked up at him again. Qin Shiou took a North American black tea and handed it to it. As a result, the little squirrel wisely pushed the black tea away with his paws, and his small dark eyes looked dry in the fruit plate. Blueberries.

“This is more delicious.” Qin Shiou said with a smile, he bit the black ticks a little, and then chewed loudly on purpose.

The little squirrel stared at him in a daze. Qin Shiou put the remaining black tea dipped in syrup and handed it to him. This time he hesitated, stretched out his paw to catch the black tea, took a bite, and felt that the taste was indeed delicious. He ate it again.

Qin Shiou rubbed the head of the little squirrel with the belly of his index finger. The latter was not disgusted. He lowered his head and hugged Heiti for a bite. For the little one, it was a big meal.

Eating the black handle, the little squirrel became courageous and climbed onto Qin Shiou’s shoulder along the pillow. It stepped on its small feet for a while, found a comfortable position, and lay on it, staring at the fruit plate.

Qin Shiou was afraid of supporting it, so he put up the fruit tray and watched the movie. As a result, the little squirrel rubbed his front paws on his shoulders and began to step on his feet again, watching the fruit plate stick out his pink tongue.

Seeing that it was not full, Qin Shiou gave it another blueberry and held the blueberry. This time the little squirrel did not eat it directly, but stared at Qin Shiou’s side face seriously.

Qin Shiou watched the movie with relish, the little squirrel ate two bites of blueberries, and started watching TV with the remaining half, eyes unblinking.

Every time Qin Shiou was amused by the plot and the four funny B stars, the little squirrel also stepped on his short legs and stepped on his shoulders. When Qin Shiou turned his head, it would calm down again and stare at Qin Shiou with wide eyes.

Big eyes to small eyes, one person and one squirrel.

After watching the movie, Qin Shiou still had some meaning. The little squirrel seemed to have the same meaning, so he rubbed his front paws and screamed twice.

Qin Shiou stretched out his hand to hold the little squirrel carefully, the latter was not afraid, and kept scratching his head in the palm of his hand.

“Let’s give you a name.” Qin Shiou looked at the brown-red squirrel fur tips for a while, “How about calling you Xiaohong?”

The little squirrel couldn’t understand what he said, but just kept moving around, so it seemed to be shaking his head and tails, and seemed to disagree with his name.

Qin Shiou thought for a while, and said to himself: “In this way, I will first see if you are a male or a female. If you are a girl, you must be called Xiaohong.”

He had raised hamsters at home when he was in elementary school, so he knew how to distinguish the **** of these little things. After gently massaging the little squirrel’s hind legs for a while, a little Dingding flicked up. Seeing this, Qin Shiou laughed and said, “Okay. Then change your name. If you are a boy, then call Xiao Ming!”

He let go of the little squirrel. He was just about to train the little guy’s conditioned reflex to the name. As a result, there was a car whistling outside the window.

The sound was a bit harsh, and the little squirrel was startled, and went back into his maple nest along the window.

Qin Shiou knew that Auerbach was here, and sure enough, the old man’s majestic face appeared soon.

Auerbach’s hometown is farewell town. He has now retired and returned to live in the town. However, if people around him have legal needs, he will provide free help, so people who know him respect him.

In North America, the fees charged by lawyers are very high. Ordinary people can’t afford to hire a lawyer. In Hollywood blockbusters, the easy way to say, ‘I won’t speak until my private lawyer comes,’ is nonsense.

Qin Shiou took out the paintings together. Auerbach apparently came prepared. He turned on his laptop. There were a series of Van Gogh paintings, including the eleven surviving high-definition photographs of “Sunflowers”.

“Where did you find these paintings?” Auerbach asked while flipping through the paintings.

Qin Shiou pointed to the top of his head and said, “In the attic, my hometown has the habit of hiding treasures in the attic, so yesterday I thought, will my second grandfather leave anything in the attic? I was very lucky. I found these paintings.”

Auerbach looked at a few landscape sketches, nodded and said, “This Mr. Pinarang is very good at painting. Although I haven’t heard of his name very much, I think he should be a great painter.”

Qin Shiou was not in the mood to discuss the identity of Pinarang with him. He carefully opened the pair of sunflowers and handed them to Auerbach, who pushed the computer to him and said, “Go and see by yourself.”

Leaving such a sentence, Auerbach continued to look at the paintings of Pinarang, looking carefully one by one.

Qin Shiou scrolled the mouse, and the high-definition photos of “Sunflowers” scrolled up. He didn’t even look at it. He was immediately depressed, because one of these photos was exactly the same as the one in his hand, and there was a note beside the photo, saying this The painting was discovered in 1900 and is now collected in the British Museum in England.

“Damn, isn’t it, my painting is a fake?” Qin Shiou became frustrated.

In this way, Qin Shiou looked forward to the whole night’s mood like seeing the sun’s snow, which suddenly melted away.

He threw the painting in his hand at Auerbach, who dodged a bit, carefully holding up a painting, and said: “Boy, be careful, if you ruin this painting, then I bet you will Annoyed and want to commit suicide!”

“Those are Pi Narang’s paintings, what are they worth?” Qin Shiou said weakly.

Auerbach laughed, he shook his head and said, “No, boy, this one is not!”

Qin Shiou was surprised. He had seen it all yesterday, and the thirty paintings were all made by Pinarang. But he knew Auerbach was calm and could not aimlessly, so he leaned over and took a look.

The painting in Auerbach’s hand is about one meter long and half a meter wide. Qin Shiou didn’t understand it specifically. It used a bunch of lines to outline the shape of a person, and a line of scribbles was written on the top of the drawing paper. The letters: Femme-au-Tambourin.

Seeing this painting, Qin Shiou remembered. Four or five of these paintings followed abstract lines that he couldn’t understand at all. There was no beauty in his eyes, so he scribbled a glance and threw it aside.

“This painting is very valuable?” Qin Shiou’s eyes lit up.

Auerbach smiled slightly, pointed to a line of small letters in the lower right corner and said: “If this name is true, it should be very valuable.”

Qin Shiou was skeptical. He looked at the lower right corner of the painting, a series of hundreds of letters, and said in amazement: “God, you won’t tell me that these letters are the names of a person? Is he African? NBA? Star Dikembe-Mutombo’s fellow?”

Auerbach shook his head. He gently stroked the drawing paper and said, “This is Spanish. The name of the painting is “The Woman with the Golden Drum”, and the following words are indeed a person’s name, called: Pablo -Diego-Jose-Francisco de Paola-Juan-Nipomuccino-Maria de los Remedios-Cipriano della San Tisima-Triní Dade Ruiz Picasso!”

Hearing the last word, Qin Shiou couldn’t help taking a breath. Everyone knows Picasso’s name! And what is Picasso best at painting? People on earth also know that it is abstract painting!

However, there are fakes of Van Gogh’s “Sunflower” in front, and Qin Shiou is much more cautious, and asks doubtfully: “You don’t think this painting is genuine, do you?”

Auerbach nodded slowly and solemnly said: “If nothing else, this painting is indeed authentic. As for the reason, I will let an old friend of mine explain to you. His words are more authoritative because he This is what I did!”