The sun is just right, the sea breeze is blowing gently, and the palm trees are swaying slowly.
At the door of the garage, Zhang Jing asked the seventy-year-old Steve, "Is there anything wrong with this painting?"
"This is the Pier Viewed from San Coma Dockyard. The original is in the Metropolitan Museum of Art."
Zhang Jing looked at the large oil painting with a size of 124*204 centimeters. The painting contained a lot of content, but it looked refreshing. There was a busy sea area nearby and blue sky and white clouds in the distance.
"Maybe the one in the museum is fake," Zhang Jing reminded, "take a closer look." Z.br>
Steve nodded and put on his gloves. It didn't take long before he confirmed again, "This is a copy work. The artist is Seth K. Switzer. The creation was in 1838, exactly one hundred years later than the original."
"How much is it worth?" Zhang Jing finally struggled to ask.
"About 300,000 dollars."
"Wow," Zhang Jing's eyes brightened, "It's not a loss!"
After all, it is hand-painted and has a history of a hundred years, so 300,000 yuan is a reasonable price.
Then comes the second oil painting.
The size is 128*102 centimeters. There are two children in the painting, one behind the other, both less than two years old. The style of the painting feels very strange.
Seeing Zhang Jing's confusion, Steve explained:
"This should be a palace portrait. The child in the front is a dwarf. He should be three or four years old;
The kid in the back should be only one or two years old. He is holding a sword in his left hand and a baton in his right hand. Judging from the background and clothes, he should be a prince."
"There was a period in the Middle Ages when dwarfs were very popular with European royal families. Their task was to accompany and entertain royal members and guests, similar to clowns."
Zhang Jing wondered, "If that's the case, why haven't I seen dwarfs in other paintings?"
"Not every painter can master this style of painting," Steve introduced with a smile. "For example, in this painting, the dwarf occupies half the space in the front, and the prince is in the back, but you can see the nobility of the prince and the dwarf at a glance. low."
Zhang Jing raised his eyebrows with joy, "Is this painting authentic? Who is the artist?"
"Diego Velazquez was a Spanish painter in the Middle Ages. His main achievement was that he was the first great painter in Spain and he was very powerful."
What Steve said was completely consistent with what Ahel said before.
"How much is it worth?" Zhang Jing asked with concern.
"As far as art alone is concerned, its quality is very high, and the price may not be as high as imagined. It is estimated to be about 5 million yuan."
Well, Zhang Jing was stunned.
Master Cezanne's "Garden Outside the Window" sold for more than 40 million yuan. In comparison, there is a huge difference.
Seeing Zhang Jing's confusion, Steve explained, "The prince in the painting should be a member of the Spanish royal family. The Spanish royal family is relatively poor, so the price cannot go up."
Zhang Jing: "..."
"That's not necessarily true," Xu Zehong said with a smile: "The Spanish royal family has two princesses, and the little princess is always active in front of the screen;
The identity of the eldest princess has always been a mystery, but counting the days, she has reached the age of marriage. If she can sell this painting to the suitor of the eldest princess, it will definitely fetch a high price. "
Zhang Jing looked at Xu Zehong in surprise, and it turned out to be the old girl having sex.
Thumbs up!
After seeing off the two experts, Zhang Jing thought for a while at the door of the garage.
The mustache eagle emblem is very handsome and tangible, and can be worn to control the house.
The copy of "The Pier Viewed from San Coma Dockyard" is very beautiful and can be hung as an ornament at home.
Only "The Prince and the Dwarf" was useless. Thinking of this, Zhang Jing called Taylor Ortiz, a girl who looked eight years like Hepburn.
"Girl Ortiz, no, Miss Ortiz, how about that phoenix-shaped bronze?" Zhang Jing asked on the phone.
Ortiz's forehead was throbbing with veins. Zhang Jing showed no respect for her, "There will be results soon."
At this moment, Ortiz is in Netal, the Middle East, and is about to meet the owner of the phoenix-shaped bronze.
"I just heard from an employee," Zhang Jing inquired, "Your boss has a
Princess? "
"What do you want to do?" Ortiz asked warily.
"Does she have a boyfriend?"
"What bad idea are you planning?"
"Can you be more sensible," Zhang Jing complained on the phone, "I heard that princesses are all descended from close relatives, and long days can scare people to death. Will I wrong Zhang Xiaojing?"
Ortiz: "..."
"Ten thousand yuan," Zhang Jing threw the money and said, "Tell me who her suitors are."
"I don't want to curse," Ortiz gritted his teeth on the other side of the phone, "Get out of here!"
Zhang Jing felt confused and felt that Ortiz was a lunatic.
Coincidentally, Ortiz also thought that Zhang Jing was mentally ill. Did she feel wronged by Zhang Xiaojing? ? ?
If Zhang Jing did not have three oil paintings of the Thirteenth Generation in his hand, if Zhang Jing failed her test, she would kick someone to Siberia in winter to escape the heat.
Zhang Jing didn’t know that Taylor Ortiz was the eldest princess, otherwise he would have tricked her so hard that he could squeeze the oil out of every hair.
Tyler Ortiz predicted Zhang Jing's prediction, so he remained anonymous since childhood.
After hanging up the phone, Taylor Ortiz looked at the new employee, Penelope, a 1.85-meter-tall elementary school teacher who was putting on makeup in the hotel room.
"Ask Zhang Jing why he inquires about my suitor. I suspect there is an ulterior secret here."
"No," Penelope, who has nine points of appearance and is 1.85 meters tall, decisively refused, "You have already tested that Zhang Jing is noble. Although I am only his girlfriend for a few nights, I don't want to be a loser. matter."
Looking Penelope up and down, Ortiz threatened: "I'm going to fire you."
"I quit." Penelope threw away the cotton pad and stood up to leave.
Ortiz was frightened to death and quickly tried to persuade him to stay, "I was wrong."
Penelope didn't really want to leave, she was just joking, and said seriously: "Now go to the Netal people and exchange the phoenix-shaped bronzeware as soon as possible."
Ortiz nodded and the two set off immediately.
Zhang Jing was unaware of the conversation between the two women and found Barbie in the farm office a moment later.
The farm office and production area are together. Because the previous owner did not make a living from breeding or planting, the layout is very small.
The direct distance from the main house is only 500 meters, and it takes a short drive to get there.
After knocking the door softly, Barbie looked up and saw Zhang Jing, "Good afternoon, boss."
"Good afternoon," Zhang Jing walked over and sat down opposite the farm manager. "Professor Xu said there is a princess in Madrid. Please help me find out about her suitor."
Barbie wondered, isn't there only one princess in Madrid? Where does the difference in size come from?
Do more work and talk less. Barbie nodded, "I will give you the answer as soon as possible."
There was nothing else to do, and when Zhang Jing was about to leave, Barbie said again:
"A man from the Middle East came to the farm before and said he was willing to buy all 6,300 bottles of Conti red wine brewed in 17 years at a price of 15,000 yuan per bottle. I refused."
On the surface, it seems that one person owns all the red wine produced by Conti for a whole year, which is something worth bragging about.
However, only a few people know the real situation here.
And the real outsiders will never know.
It is impossible for Kande to promote it to the outside world, otherwise the two-hundred-year-old brand will be destroyed in one day; Zhang Jing cannot say that it is good to keep the price at an inflated price.
"It's right to refuse," Zhang Jing nodded in agreement, "We can't deceive others and must be honest and trustworthy people."
