"Yes, my grandfather has already investigated clearly!" Lan Xiaoqing held the mobile phone in her hand, but did not tell Yu Ye that the call was not hung up. Mr. Lan was listening on the other end of the phone.
"I really didn't expect it..." Yu Ye hesitated and said.
He naturally believed that Mr. Lan's investigation would be correct.
This kind of death is extremely easy to investigate. After learning that a person has died, just call the funeral home and ask if this is the case. You can't go wrong.
"Yu Ye, can you deduce from the painter's death why the painter's wife's friend paid 100 million to buy this painting?" Lan Xiaoqing tightened the phone in her hand and asked.
"Isn't this too simple? Even a three-year-old child knows what's going on." Yu Ye said with a wry smile.
"Ah? What? A three-year-old child?" Lan Xiaoqing looked at Yu Ye in surprise.
"That's right," Yu Ye couldn't help but laugh: "You want to ask me about such a simple thing?"
His expression seemed to be saying, do you look down on me?
Lan Xiaoqing didn't expect Yu Ye to react like this.
Is this really that easy to guess?
But, maybe Yu Ye guessed wrong?
Thinking of this, she plucked up the courage and said, "I just want you to guess. Anyway, it's nothing!"
"Okay, okay..." Yu Ye sighed and said, "Really, with Master Yu's IQ, it would be inconvenient for me to answer such a simple question, but since you really want to know, then I will follow You analyze and analyze,"
Speaking of this, Yu Ye paused and said: "First of all, you need to know when is the artist's painting most valuable? Of course it is after the artist dies!"
"Ah?" Lan Xiaoqing's eyes widened, she looked at Yu Ye and asked, "Really?"
"Of course it's true. If you don't even know this, then it seems you are so stupid!" Yu Ye said with a smile.
"..." Lan Xiaoqing was speechless for a while, and then said: "Why are paintings more valuable after the artist dies?"
"Because in this world, things are rare and valuable. Just imagine, if a painter paints a painting worth, say, 10 million, he can paint as many such paintings as he wants during his lifetime. Even if he does not paint the same painting, And to draw something similar,
For example, if you draw a pair of shrimps today, three shrimps tomorrow, and a pond of shrimps the day after tomorrow, each new "shrimp" painting will affect the value of the previous "shrimp" paintings, because the more similar works, the more The less valuable it is, even if the painter is best at painting shrimps, what if the painter dies? Then the production of this 'shrimp' painting will stop and it will no longer depreciate, right? Yu Ye asked with a smile.
After listening to Yu Ye's words, Lan Xiaoqing couldn't help but nodded and said, "That makes sense!"
"Some things, since they are certain not to depreciate, are worth owning, because the world is always experiencing inflation, and rare things will definitely become more and more expensive," Yu Ye said.
"But, that doesn't mean the price tripled just after the painter died?" Lan Xiaoqing suddenly thought of the crux of the problem.
"Yes, that's right! Logically speaking, as soon as the painter dies, the price of his works will not suddenly skyrocket, but should continue to increase in a linear trend, right?" Yu Ye said with a smile.
"Yes, I think so too." Lan Xiaoqing said.
"Let's think about it differently. If an artist can buy very few paintings on the market, it will increase the price growth rate." Yu Ye said.
"You mean..." Lan Xiaoqing felt that she had thought of the key, but she was just a little short.
"This friend of the painter's wife must have not only bought our painting. He was so eager to buy it. He must have launched a purchase at the same time from all the people who owned the painting that he could contact. Before everyone could react, he did not know that the painter was dead. When the time comes, take all the paintings away! Then, he can sit down and raise the price." Yu Ye said with a smile.
Hearing this, Mr. Lan couldn't help but clasp his hands and laugh!
"This boy, I did read it right, he has a really good brain!" Mr. Lan said on the other end of the phone.
Hearing the voice, Yu Ye suddenly turned his eyes to the phone and asked, "What's going on with your phone?"
"Ah? Oh!" Lan Xiaoqing seemed to have remembered that the call on her mobile phone was still on. She picked up the mobile phone and said to Ye with a smile: "Actually, the question was asked by my grandfather. I couldn't answer it in the living room just now, so he asked me I came over to ask you and see if you can guess what happened, but I didn’t expect you to guess it!”
Having said this, she picked up the phone, pressed the speakerphone, and said, "Grandpa, you heard me!"
"I heard it, I heard it!" Mr. Lan said with a smile: "Mr. Yu, you can do it, you have very strong analytical skills!"
"Hey, it turns out you were the one who set the question to test me? Can you give me a third grade question next time? This grade is too easy." Yu Ye said with a smile.
"Ouch, I said you were fat and you started to breathe. Don't worry! There will be plenty of opportunities in the future! My old man has nothing to do if he stays at home all day long. Just wait with me and I will kill you!" Mr. Lan said with a smile. .
"Grandpa, what do you think, we can just ignore the painter's wife?" Lan Xiaoqing said.
"Grandpa likes this painting, but it's not to the point where he can't put it down. As long as the price is right, he can sell it." Mr. Lan said.
"Then you sell it. I will send you the phone number of the painter's wife later and sell the birthday gift from my granddaughter. I won't give you anything valuable next time!" Lan Xiaoqing said in an angry tone on purpose.
"Ha, yes! That's what I said, and that's what you heard. How can I sell the birthday gift my granddaughter gave me to others? I'm not crazy because of poverty, hahahaha!" Mr. Lan said with a smile. .
"Then you keep the painting. After a hundred years, you can pass it to me and I will sell it." Lan Xiaoqing said with a smile.
"You little girl, you actually cursed your grandfather to death!" Mr. Lan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
"Ah? Sooner or later, everyone will die, and you will die too. When the time comes, your ashes will be thrown into the sea. Isn't this what you said?" Lan Xiaoqing said with a smile.
Usually Lan Xiaoqing often hears what Mr. Lan says about death. She knows that her grandfather is not taboo about this, so she says this.
"Hahahaha!" Mr. Lan burst into laughter and said: "You are really my good granddaughter, but you were right just now. When I die, it will take ten or twenty years. By then, this painting will definitely be It’s valuable! Okay, I won’t talk to you anymore, that’s it!”
"Okay grandpa! Goodbye grandpa!" After saying that, Lan Xiaoqing hung up the phone.
