Zhang Junping didn't speak anymore, just looked at Jason Grace quietly.
Jason Grace felt a little scared when he saw it.
"Mr. Zhang, this is really the lowest price! This manor has a history of more than 200 years. The first owner was a count from the Kingdom of France.
Later, after the owner of the manor took over the manor, he carried out a large number of modernizations to make the old manor more livable.
The most important thing is that these renovations have not destroyed the classical style of the entire manor. Manors like this are very popular throughout Europe." Jason Grace patiently explained the history of the manor.
"Since such a good manor is so popular, how can a foreigner like me be given a discount?" Zhang Junping looked at Jason Grace with interest.
"Mr. Zhang, this can only be said to be your good luck. You called just after this manor was listed."
"Haha! I am a foreigner, but I am not a fool." Zhang Junping shook his head.
"Mr. Zhang, if you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it! I really feel that this manor is suitable for you!" Jason Grace continued to defend.
“Jason Grace, right?
We shouldn’t have reached an entrustment sale agreement yet, right?”
"No! We can sign the entrustment sale agreement now! If you are not satisfied with this manor, I can also introduce you to other manors or villas in the city." Jason Grace said quickly.
"That's good!" Zhang Junping picked up the phone and dialed.
"Please help me find Mr. Stuart, I am Zhang Junping from China!"
"Oh! Dear Zhang, what do you want from me? Do you want to have a drink together tonight? I have many passionate beauties here!" George Fairburn laughed and said on the phone.
"Mr. Stuart!"
"Mr. Zhang, please call me George! All my friends call me that. I think we should be friends now, right?"
"You're right! George, I want you to inquire about it. Not far from your manor, there is an Earl's manor that is said to be more than 200 years old and is for sale.
Do you know what's the hidden problem behind it?" Zhang Junping asked straight to the point.
"Oh! That manor you were talking about!
What a coincidence, that manor is Boris's manor!" George Fairburn laughed.
"A real estate agent just told me that the manor was sold for 13 million French francs. I wonder if there are any hidden problems behind it?" Zhang Junping thought to himself, what a coincidence, and then asked.
The building Zhang Junping bought turned out to be the property of Boris Hardibes.
"There are no other problems. It's just that someone let it out. His former competitors didn't want him to get out of trouble so easily, or they wanted him to die simply.
You know, sometimes business competition is so cruel. Not everyone is kind, fair and disciplined like me." George Fairburn said with a relaxed smile.
"I understand!" Zhang Junping nodded.
"Dear Zhang, are you planning to buy that manor?"
"Yes! I wanted to be your neighbor, George, but something like this happened." Zhang Junping didn't hide it and said with a smile.
"It's good to be neighbors! Dear Zhang, I'll help you take over the Earl's Manor with two imitations, and I'll make sure there won't be any future troubles." George Fairburn said with a smile.
"Two imitations, George, are they too dark for you?"
"Hi! Dear Zhang, I didn't say no money! Everything will be done according to our contract. You just gave me two more works to improve.
For ten million French francs, I will help you buy the count's estate and solve the troubles behind it." George Fairborn said with a smile.
"Deal!" Zhang Junping agreed decisively.
"It's refreshing!" George Fairburn smiled and hung up the phone.
"Mr. Jason, I'm really sorry to make your trip go in vain!" Zhang Junping said, taking out a hundred francs from his wallet and handing it to Jason Grace.
Jason Grace heard the phone call just now very clearly. He could not afford to offend the boss who could directly talk to the boss who lived in the manor, so he could only leave with a tip of one hundred francs.
Who told him to hide information and want to deceive people? They didn't cause any trouble to him and gave him a tip of one hundred francs, which was kind enough.
After leaving the real estate finance behind, Zhang Junping sat on the sofa and calculated that he unknowingly owed eight imitation oil paintings.
This is just like an online writer. Every day when he opens his eyes, he has nothing to do but owes him a 10,000-word novel manuscript.
No, we must not default.
Zhang Junping took out an easel, canvas, dyes, palette, brushes from the space, and also took out a picture book published by the Louvre.
This album contains works by ten outstanding artists in modern times.
Just follow the picture above.
Zhang Junping casually turned to a page in the album, which was Rubens's masterpiece "The Rape of the Daughter of Rhusippus".
"Well, this work is good, I like it." Zhang Junping nodded secretly while admiring the photos in the album.
"The Rape of the Daughter of Leusipas" is a work full of violent aesthetics.
After careful study, Zhang Junping began to paint, not forgetting to leave hidden marks in the painting.
I really don’t know what those senior experts who make imitations think, insisting on leaving their own mark on the imitations.
Is it to gain fame or to pursue the great road?
Tian Yan fifty, Dao Dao forty-nine, Escape one?
Keep a line in everything so that we can meet again in the future?
He didn't know what those seniors were thinking. Anyway, he just wanted to make a name for himself.
Why is George Fairborn so polite to him? It's because his skills are a big killer. For the calligraphy and painting collecting circle, he is a nuclear bomb.
It's okay to leave the word "plain imitation" on it. If Zhang Junping is willing, he can get a batch of unmarked ones and put them directly into the market, which will definitely cause a stir.
The prices of all oil painting collections will plummet.
If there are two identical works of the same work on the market, it can also be explained that the artist painted two works and one is a rough draft. This reason can hardly be explained.
If there are ten identical works of the same oil painting on the market, there is no way to explain it.
Do collectors collect oil paintings because they really like them? I’m afraid it’s more for decoration and to maintain and increase value.
Once ten identical works appear, it is easy to cause panic, which in turn will cause the price of oil paintings in the entire market to plummet.
This kind of thing happened several times before the Republic of China.
The famous Zhou Fang, Zheng Fang, and Qian Fang all achieved great names in this way.
Thinking about it this way, my situation seems a bit dangerous.
If he hadn't reached a consensus with George Fairburn, the gunmen who would assassinate him would have been ambushing him all around.
Just wait for him to go out.
Bang!
One shot to finish the job.
After Zhang Junping finished painting "The Robbery of Liusippus's Daughter", he sat on the sofa and thought wildly.
These things can't be said to be just random thoughts, they really have to be guarded against.
Although we have reached a consensus with George Fairborn, what about the others?
Do you think that if you control yourself and force yourself to draw a painting every day, that can be worth millions of dollars, which is more profitable than selling flour.
As for the domestic big guys, will they control themselves and turn them into foreign exchange earning machines?
Zhang Junping is really not worried, as his father-in-law is not a vegetarian either.
My father-in-law's old boss is even more awesome.
The squad leader’s sister-in-law’s surname is Ye, a Ye!
My father-in-law once said that the squad leader’s sister-in-law’s elder was his old leader, the leader when he was in the army.
Calculating it this way, my father-in-law is not an ordinary awesome person.
Don't be afraid of those ghosts and monsters.
As for the big bosses, their structure is not so small. Every move of the big bosses will be accompanied by wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and all kinds of strange phenomena.
Millions, tens of millions, and hundreds of millions of dollars may seem like a lot to an individual, but once they reach the national level, they are not a big amount, let alone in the eyes of big bosses.
After pondering for a while, Zhang Junping prepared to paint another painting, then take a bath and go to bed.
He stood up, picked up the picture album, and flipped through it. Zhang Junping couldn't help laughing. It seemed that he was destined to meet Rubens today, and it was Rubens's masterpiece: "Pastoral Scenery".
It really is a beautiful pastoral scene between a mistress and a farmhand.
I like Rubens's spirit of seeking truth from facts and daring to be realistic, but it's a pity that it's a bit too reserved.
Zhang Junping, who originally planned to paint one painting and then take a bath and sleep, got interested. After finishing "Pastoral Scenery", he painted two more paintings, which can be regarded as a sequel to Rubens.
The main reason is that I am a little tired today, otherwise I would have to complete the thirty-six sequels.
Don't worry, continue tomorrow.
After the thirty-six postures, there are still seventy-two forms, so take your time.
Anyway, we are abroad now, so we don’t have to worry about being criticized as vulgar art.
No wonder so many young artists are moving abroad. The free air abroad can inspire creative inspiration.
After painting two sequels to "Pastoral Scenery", Zhang Junping took a bath and went to bed.
The next day, after Zhang Junping had breakfast, he carved a greeting card by himself using the wood in the space.
Today he is going to Wenzhou Street in Paris to visit the Chinese leaders there.
Paris has Chinatown and Wenzhou Street.
Relatively speaking, Chinatown is larger in scale, but Wenzhou Street is more distinctive and worthy of respect.
Paris Chinatown is a Chinese town composed of Chinese refugees from Southeast Asia.
Wenzhou Street is mainly composed of several small blocks formed by the descendants of the 180,000 Chinese workers and the expeditionary force during World War I.
Because the people who stayed back then were mainly Wenzhou people, the street where Chinese people lived in the third arrondissement of Paris was also called Wenzhou Street.
After writing the greetings, Zhang Junping rode his bicycle to the third block.
In the third block, along a narrow alley, I came to a villa and rang the doorbell.
After a while, an old man wearing a cardigan opened the small door and walked out.
"Young man, who are you looking for?" Seeing that Zhang Junping is Chinese, the old man asked in rich Wenzhou Mandarin.
"Hello, Zhang Junping, who is a junior in school, came to Paris on business from China. I heard about Mr. Yang's name and came here to pay a visit!" Zhang Junping handed the greeting card to the old man.
Seeing how formal Zhang Junping was, the old man in a short shirt quickly stood up and took the greeting card with both hands, "Little brother, please wait a moment, I want to ask the master for instructions."
Not long after arriving, the old man in a short shirt came out, opened the door, clasped his fist to Zhang Junping in a very respectful manner and said: "Young man is blind, I have neglected you, sir, please atone for your sins!"
Please come in, sir!"
"You're welcome, old man!" Zhang Junping returned the greeting with clasped fists, and then followed the old man in a short shirt into the villa.
This villa doesn't look very impressive from the outside, but once you get inside, you'll find something special.
No wonder some people in later generations called Wenzhou Street a street built on Sun Tzu's Art of War.
Zangzhuo, this is really done well.
A white-haired old man wearing a Yun brocade Tang suit stood at the door. When he saw Zhang Junping coming in, he laughed and clasped his fists and said: "A distinguished guest is coming to the door, and you will be welcomed from afar. Haihan, Haihan!"
"Mr. Yang, you are really embarrassing this junior.
This junior has taken the liberty to come to the door, I hope Mr. Yang will not blame him!" Zhang Junping quickly returned the greeting with fists in his arms.
"You're welcome, little friend. I'm so happy to be able to see a talented person from China in a foreign country, but it's too late. How can I blame you?
Please come inside!"
"Mr. Yang, please!"
After entering the room, the guests and hosts took their seats.
Mr. Yang's living room still follows the traditional Chinese living room layout.
"My little friend came to Paris on business, how did it go?" The old man in a short shirt just served Zhang Junping tea, and Mr. Yang took the initiative to ask.
The reason why Zhang Junping came to visit Mr. Yang was also under the guidance of the embassy.
Although Mr. Yang was born in Paris, he spent his childhood and youth in China.
I have received traditional Chinese education since I was a child and have been influenced by traditional culture.
Although he lives abroad, he has always cared about the motherland and is a true Mango person.
During the Anti-Japanese War, he also donated materials to the country many times and was a well-known patriotic businessman.
"Thanks to Mr. Yang, things are going very well so far."
"My dear friend, it was written in the greeting card, what kind of department is China Art Company? I'm sorry for my limited knowledge, but I seem to have never heard of this department."
"Mr. Yang, I am going to make you laugh. China Art Company was established just after the year, formerly known as BJ Painting Store.
Our main purpose is to promote Chinese traditional culture and let the world understand China.
There are three things I wanted to do when I came to Paris. The first was to bring my colleagues from the art company to Paris, a city known as the capital of art, to experience it and learn from other people’s advanced experiences.
The second is to contact and organize the European touring exhibition of Chinese traditional arts and crafts.
The third thing is to prepare to open a gallery and an art store in Paris.
At present, these three things have basically been decided." Zhang Junping explained the origin of the art company with a smile, and also stated the purpose of his coming to Paris.
After listening to Zhang Junping's words, Mr. Yang understood that today they just came to visit him and had no other requests.
"Then let me first congratulate you little friend!
When the arts and crafts traveling exhibition starts, I will definitely bring my old friends to support it."
"Mr. Yang, our art company bought a three-story facade building near Charles de Gaulle Square and is preparing to renovate it and open it recently.
When the time comes, I hope Mr. Yang can go over and suppress the situation." Zhang Junping took advantage of the situation and stated his purpose.
Art companies, to put it bluntly, are in the business of wealthy people.
Rich people have their own circles. Zhang Junping came here this time hoping to get in touch with the wealthy Chinese circles.
In addition to the two reasons mentioned earlier, there is another reason why I came to visit Mr. Yang. Wenzhou Street is not a shady place, but it is a wealthy Chinese neighborhood.
There are more rich people than there are in Chinatown on Block 13 and Block 14.
After hearing this, I bought a three-story building near Place Charles de Gaulle, and the importance I attached to the Chinese Art Company instantly increased by several levels.
"Okay! On the contrary, I will definitely come to support you!" Mr. Yang said with a smile.
"In that case, I would like to thank Mr. Yang very much!" Zhang Junping cupped his fists and thanked him.
"You're welcome, little friend. Look at the words on the greeting card. They are elegant and unrestrained. They look like dragons and phoenixes dancing on the back of the paper. I guess I learned from a famous master."
"Mr. Yang deserves the award, my master is Mr. Baishi!"
"Sure enough, Mr. Baishi is a master-level figure in modern times. I was lucky enough to have visited Mr. Baishi. Now that I think about it, Mr. Baishi's voice and smile are still before my eyes." Mr. Yang said with emotion, stroking his beard.
"Looking at my friend's name, could it be that my respected master is Uncle Yuan?" Mr. Yang asked again.
"Mr. Yuan Bo is my uncle, and my master is Mr. Minghe." Zhang Junping explained.
"It turns out that my friend is Wu Minghe's apprentice. With that said, our relationship has taken another step forward. Brother Minghe and I have also met several times.
He and Yuan Bo had a close relationship.
A few years ago, I heard that Uncle Yuan had suffered a disaster.
I wonder, how is Uncle Yuan doing?" The smile on Mr. Yang's face became more cordial.
"Mr. Yuan Bo, now the star of disaster has receded and the star of good fortune is shining brightly.
He lived in seclusion in BJ and concentrated on studying literature.
I think it won’t be long before I return to Beijing Normal University to teach and educate people.” Zhang Junping smiled and told Mr. Yang about Qi Gong’s current situation.
"Okay, okay! This is the best news I have heard in recent years." Mr. Yang said with a big smile.
It was obvious that he was truly happy for his old friend's situation.
"Mr. Yang, if the country is no longer the same! The chief architect has put forward the instructions of reform and opening up and adhering to the path of socialism with Chinese characteristics.
Nowadays, there is an urgent need for patriotic businessmen like Mr. Yang to return to China to invest and support the country's economic construction." Zhang Junping smiled and invited Mr. Yang.
"Okay! Okay! I've wanted to go back and take a look for a long time!" Mr. Yang nodded and smiled while stroking his beard.
"I believe that Mr. Yang will not be disappointed when he returns! A different China has begun to rise." Zhang Junping said with confidence.
"The garrison drum breaks up the pedestrian movement, and the wild geese make an autumn sound.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
Letters sent often failed to arrive, and the troops were not suspended.
I have long wanted to return to China to visit my relatives, but I am timid about being close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone." Yang Lao said sadly.
"Mr. Yang, the touring exhibition of Chinese traditional arts and crafts is about to begin in July.
At that time, I will definitely persuade Mr. Yuan Bo to participate in the traveling exhibition, and then you old friends will be able to meet each other.
Who knows if I am relegated from afar to watch the thunderstorm, next year the spring water will return to my hometown together.
It won't be too late to make a decision after meeting Mr. Yuan Bo." Zhang Junping knew what Mr. Yang was worried about, so he didn't try to persuade him, he just said with a smile.