"Chairman, I will arrange for someone to leave for China for inspection.
Come out with a feasibility report as soon as possible."
"Well, when you go to China for inspection, you must contact the authorities. You sent people to BJ to find Director Xu Shaomin of the XC District Materials Bureau.
He will make arrangements for you." Zhang Junping finally explained.
After finishing the work at the textile factory, Zhang Junping began to visit various tourist attractions in Zurich every day.
Really relax your mind, treat it as a vacation, enjoy the beautiful scenery, taste delicious food, and occasionally meet a beautiful woman.
After another two or three days, the newly hired financial director arrived, and Zhang Junping felt relieved to leave Zurich.
Giving the company management to Givens does not mean handing over financial power to him.
On the plane flying to Paris, France, Zhang Junping looked at the scenery outside the plane.
The thick sea of clouds rolled and changed into various shapes.
The sun shines on the sea of clouds, giving the strange clouds a layer of golden skin.
Although European flight attendants are very beautiful, their figures are comparable to models, and their makeup is also very exquisite.
However, Zhang Junping has no sexual interest in these stewardesses at all.
European flight attendants, like airplanes, are public transportation.
Of course, this is just some people, not all.
Therefore, Zhang Junping would rather look at the sea of clouds outside the window. Such a scene cannot be seen at any time. It can only be seen when taking a plane and the weather is good.
Maybe it's because he has painted too many pictures recently. Zhang Junping looked at the sea of clouds outside the window and couldn't help but think about how to draw a sunrise picture of the sea of clouds.
In the end, Zhang Junping drew it directly in his mind with consciousness.
"Sir, sir!" Just as Zhang Junping was immersed in painting, someone pushed him gently.
Zhang Junping turned his head and looked over.
"Sir, the plane has arrived at Paris Airport." the flight attendant reminded in a low voice.
"Oh! Thank you!" Zhang Junping then realized that the plane had landed and everyone else had also got off.
Zhang Junping no longer pursues the golden train treasure.
In fact, when he cut off the batch of oil paintings in Munich, Zhang Junping's thoughts about looking for the golden train faded away.
After the arsenal, Zhang Junping was less interested in the golden train in Wałbrzych.
After acquiring the textile company in Zurich, it completely gave up its plan to find the golden train.
Too much is not enough, this acquisition by Prussia is already big enough.
It is not a good thing to continue to greedily hunt for treasures, as it will lead to disaster.
Paris should be the last stop of this European trip.
After Paris, he went back first to Prussia, then to Japan, and finally back to China.
It took Zhang Junping two hours to get from Zurich to Paris. Including the security check and waiting time, it was less than eleven o'clock when he arrived in Paris.
Get a taxi and enter Paris city.
Since I arrived in Paris, I naturally wanted to stay at the most meaningful hotel in Paris.
The Grand Hotel Crillon is the oldest five-star hotel in Paris.
The hotel building was built in the 18th century and is itself a historical monument.
Zhang Junping asked for a suite.
It is indeed a city of art, and the hotel rooms are full of art.
Paris is the city of fashion, art, romance, flowers and desire.
It's full of hormones here.
Zhang Junping certainly didn't come here to be romantic.
But I came here to pursue art.
After Zhang Junping washed up in the room, he put on makeup.
About half an hour later, a young man with blond hair and blue eyes walked out of Zhang Junping's room.
The fluffy golden shawl and long hair make the young man look a bit lazy, but this laziness does not ruin the image of the young man.
On the contrary, it has a different kind of chicness.
This young man with blond hair and blue eyes was naturally made up by Zhang Junping.
The blonde wears a hood, blue eyes, and uses contact lenses.
Zhang Junping was specially fitted in Zurich and was fitted with three pairs of contact lenses in total, namely green, blue and purple.
These three colors of eyes are the eye colors of European and American people.
Among them, purple eyes are relatively rare.
There are not many people who order plain contact lenses. Some European and American star models often buy contact lenses in order to make their eyes more beautiful.
In fact, contact lenses have been developed as early as the last century. However, at that time, due to the material used, contact lenses caused greater damage to the eyes.
Most people wouldn't wear it.
It was not until the 1970s that Bald Eagle scientists made a breakthrough and developed more suitable materials for making contact lenses.
The number of people wearing contact lenses is gradually increasing.
Zhang Junping came to the Champs-Élysées with a roll of canvas in his hand.
This is Paris' shopping paradise and a gathering place for luxury goods.
Similarly, various expensive artworks are also sold in shops here.
Zhang Junping took the rolled canvas and walked into a gallery that looked larger and more luxuriously decorated.
"Sir, do you want to frame or sell the painting?" A well-dressed female clerk came up to her and asked in French.
Zhang Junping also answered in fluent French: "I have a few oil paintings here that I plan to sell.
Please help me take a look!”
Zhang Junping said and handed the canvas in his hand to the other party.
"Sir, we have relatively high requirements for oil paintings here..." the female clerk explained while opening the canvas.
When the canvas was opened, the words in his mouth could no longer be spoken.
To work as a salesperson in a gallery, you naturally need to have a certain vision.
"Sir, please wait a moment! I'll ask the manager to come over!" After the female clerk said that, she put down the painting and hurried into the studio inside the gallery.
Zhang Junping smiled, it was indeed a big gallery, and the female clerk had good taste.
The female clerk must have seen something, so she left in such a hurry.
Zhang Junping waited for two or three minutes before the female clerk came out with a middle-aged man in his forties with a pigtail.
"Sir, the clerk just said he was not sure, can I take a look at your painting again?" The middle-aged man with braids said to Zhang Junping politely.
"Okay!" Zhang Junping nodded.
"This... how is this possible? This is impossible!" The middle-aged man with braids muttered as he looked at the painting again and again.
There was an incredible look on his face.
After coming here for a long time, the middle-aged man with braids didn't bother to talk to Zhang Junping. He hurried into the inner room and came out with a picture album.
Turn to one of them and compare it carefully.
"Oh my God, this is incredible! I really can't believe my eyes!" The middle-aged man with braids became more and more surprised as he compared the two, and kept exclaiming.
After a while, he raised his head, looked at Zhang Junping, and asked eagerly: "Where did you get these oil paintings?"
"I found it by chance at a flea market.
I also studied painting, and I thought it looked good, so I bought it.
Recently, at hand...so..." Zhang Junping said the last, with a shy look on his face at the right time.
"Sir, your painting is good, we accept it.
Are you going to sell it on consignment? Or sell it directly to our gallery?" The middle-aged man's face flashed with joy and he asked with a smile.
"How much can I get if I sell it directly?"
"These paintings of yours are all good, I can give you ten thousand francs for one!" The braided middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said.
Zhang Junping didn't say anything, he stepped forward, rolled up the oil painting and left.
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"You are lying! After I bought these paintings and brought them home, old Lugo, who often sketched with me, offered to buy my paintings for a hundred thousand, but I didn't even buy them for him." Zhang Junping showed a look of resentment.
, said with the expression you lied to me.
"Wait a minute. Maybe I didn't see it clearly just now. Let me take a look again!" The middle-aged man with braids quickly stopped Zhang Junping and said with a smile.
"Don't try to lie to me, I have asked several people." Zhang Junping said as if he was inexperienced in the world.
"Our Stuart Gallery has a history of a hundred years. How could Picasso... be lying to people? Don't worry, I will take a good look at it this time and I will definitely give you a high price." The middle-aged man with braids just mentioned Picasso and suddenly stopped.
, changed the topic and said.
"Okay! Take a look!" Zhang Junping handed the painting to the other party again.
"I have a good look this time!" The middle-aged man with braids was looking at the painting, but he was thinking about the appropriate price.
"How much do you want to sell it for?" The female clerk next to her saw the middle-aged man's embarrassment and approached Zhang Junping and asked softly.
"At least twenty million francs.
Although this painting is not by Picasso, it is a very high level of imitation.
It has high collection value." Zhang Junping no longer pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger, and directly spoke to break the luck mentality of the middle-aged man with pigtails.
After listening to Zhang Junping's words, the braided middle-aged man was not only not disappointed, but instead felt ecstatic.
Is this painting an imitation of Picasso?
"Your painting is indeed very good, even I saw it wrong just now.
You also said that this is imitation.
Twenty million is impossible!
How much does a genuine Picasso cost?
The most I can give you is two million francs."
"Not for sale!" Zhang Junping shook his head simply.
As he said this, he wanted to take the painting and leave.
This time it was the female clerk who stopped Zhang Junping and said, "Sir, don't worry, the price negotiation is naturally between you and me.
You give in a little, and my boss will give you a little more."
This female shop assistant can only be described as average-looking, but she has a good figure. The most important thing is that she has a good temperament, a kind of intellectual beauty, and a nice voice.
People can't help but feel close to her after listening to it.
"I'll give you one million francs! Nineteen million francs, this is the lowest."
"Five hundred francs, that's the highest price I can offer.
This is definitely not an authentic Picasso."
Zhang Junping tried to leave, but was persuaded by the female clerk to stop.
With the help of the female clerk, Zhang Junping finally sold four imitation Picasso oil paintings to the other party for 10 million francs each.
After signing the contract, Zhang Junping received a check for 40 million francs.
After leaving the gallery, Zhang Junping walked forward for a while. After checking that no one was following him, he turned and entered a public toilet.
After a few minutes, he came out with a roll of canvas.
Then he walked into another gallery and used the same method to sell to the other party four oil paintings imitating Picasso for eleven million francs each.
France is the capital of art, with hundreds of galleries, large and small.
Zhang Junping didn't eat at noon and was busy until the gallery closed in the evening before he sold more than 300 oil paintings.
The reason why I'm so anxious is to beat the time gap.
Although Zhang Junping sold it to the other party as a replica, and the contract did not state that it was a painting by Picasso or Leonardo da Vinci, it only said that it was a certain oil painting.
However, those bosses who buy paintings do not buy them as imitations.
In their hearts, they were sure that it was genuine and that's why they bought it so readily.
Otherwise, no matter how good the painting is, they will not give such a high price, or they will not accept the painting in cash, and at best they will sell it on consignment.
Consignment is the most common transaction model for galleries.
The painter puts his paintings in the gallery, and the gallery sells them on his behalf. After the paintings are sold, the gallery takes a certain percentage of the commission and gives the rest to the painter.
The reason why Zhang Junping was so anxious was that he was afraid that they would discover that these paintings were genuine imitations.
Although Zhang Junping's imitation is more realistic than the real thing, when hundreds of paintings by more than a dozen famous artists suddenly appear on the market, there must be problems.
It's either dirty or a fake.
Therefore, Zhang Junping rushed to sell all these paintings in one afternoon.
The next day, after breakfast, Zhang Junping went to the French branch of UBS with the check in his true self without makeup and deposited the check.
Put the check in your pocket first.
It was a great harvest this time, with 345 paintings and an average transaction price of about 10 million francs.
Total income was 3.45 billion francs.
I wonder if those gallery owners will vomit blood after knowing the truth of the matter.
After depositing the check, Zhang Junping took a taxi directly to the airport.
Buy a ticket and fly to Prussia.
Only a fool would stay in Paris and wait for revenge.
Even if they don't call the police, they won't just accept their bad luck.
These galleries can make so much money at once, and the bosses behind them are not simple people.
Until Zhang Junping arrived in Berlin, the incident in Paris was still brewing.
At this time, the big boss behind Stuart Gallery, George Fairburn, already knew that his gallery had received several fine oil paintings.
George Fairburn was naturally very happy.
After taking it back and admiring it for yourself, we started arranging butlers and getting ready for the party.
Alone Better Together.
The joy of collecting art is sharing.
In other words, it's about showing off and showing off.
The second is appreciation.
After giving the instructions, the housekeeper prepared for the party, and he started calling people to invite people to the party.
After making a few phone calls, George Fairburn felt something was wrong.
Because of several friends he called, they also received several fine oil paintings, all of which were works by famous modern and contemporary artists.
George Fairburn didn't bother to call again.
I took out the oil painting and studied it carefully again, but still found no problem.
The painting style, brushwork techniques, and even colors are all in line with Picasso's characteristics.
However, so many Picasso paintings suddenly appeared on the market.
Could it be that someone discovered the treasure left by Picasso?
Worried, George Fairborn called and invited several artists and appraisal experts he was familiar with to come over for appraisal.
After seeing the oil paintings, the artists' expressions were even more exaggerated than those of George Fairburne.
It is a kind of worship for a great artist.
Several appraisal experts found no problem at first.
Until an expert touched the oil painting with his hand and suddenly shouted: "What is this?"
One stone stirs up thousands of waves.
Everyone looked at the experts in confusion.
"Look, here, this seems to be a Chinese character."
"Chinese character?"
"Yes, Chinese characters! I previously studied Chinese ancient cultural relics and also did some research on Chinese characters.
Here, if you adjust the angle, you will see that there are two Chinese characters."
This discovery undoubtedly proves that these oil paintings are imitations.
Finding out it was a counterfeit was a bigger blow to those artists.
One of them claimed to be a student of Picasso.
As a teacher's student, he actually failed to tell whether the teacher's paintings were genuine or fake.
George Fairburn asked with a gloomy face: "Can you confirm which Chinese characters they are?"
"These two words are, Pingfang."
"Plain imitation?"
"Yes, it should be a man named Ping who imitated these oil paintings." The appraisal expert explained.
"Thank you Dennis! If it weren't for your discovery, we would still be in the dark.
Just wait a moment and I'll make a call." George Fairburn said politely and turned around to make a call.
At this time, not only George Fairburn felt that something was wrong.
Several other gallery owners behind the scenes also sensed something was wrong.
Oil painting artists and appraisal experts have also been invited to appraise the oil paintings.
Unfortunately, not everyone has studied Chinese antiques and Chinese characters like Dennis.
Therefore, until George Fairborn called, they just had a hunch that there was something wrong with these oil paintings, but they couldn't tell what the problem was.
There is another main reason. Everyone has fallen into a misunderstanding.
Because the artists Zhang Junping chose to imitate were all modern painters, everyone automatically ignored the age identification method.
After all, Picasso had just died five years ago.
If someone goes to identify the age, they will find the problem.
As a result, even in the dark under the lamp, I didn't even notice this.
After receiving a call from George Fairburn, everyone gathered at George Fairburn's manor.
Soon, Dennis discovered the word "imitation" on all the oil paintings, whether they were by Picasso, Da Vinci, or Rubens.
George Fairburn frowned.
It's not that he felt sorry for the forty million francs.
It's only 40 million francs, and for him, it's not a big deal.
To put it bluntly, the money he spends on buying art every year is far more than this.
What George Fairburn is worried about is the impact of "counterfeiting" on the art market.
If this incident spreads, the works of modern artists such as Picasso and Leonardo da Vinci will inevitably be impacted.
As for silence, there were so many people today, and George Fairborn was not so arrogant that he could silence everyone present with just one word.
Sure enough, just as George Fairburn had guessed, "counterfeiting" was like a bomb thrown into the Paris art market.
Artworks on the market, especially oil paintings, have been hardest hit.
It has generally dropped by about 30%.
Affected by oil paintings, the prices of other artworks have also fallen.
