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

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

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? As?the little squirrel was born, not many people came to the Daqin Fishing Ground. It was probably that it had not seen a human, and it was not afraid, and it even swept the back of Qin Shiou's hand with its big tail.

    The soft tail hairs on the back of his hand felt strangely comfortable. 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 little paws to catch it. After studying it for a while, it held the blueberry fruit in its paws and brought it to its mouth. It bit off half of it in one bite, its cheeks bulging high.  The little mouth started chewing.

    The blueberries Qin Shiou bought tasted very good, sweet and sour, and the meat was tender and juicy. After taking a bite, the little squirrel became happy and stuffed the remaining half into his mouth without hesitation. He ate it very quickly.

    Eating blueberries, 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. This little squirrel reminded him of a golden-backed hamster he had raised when he was a child. They were both equally cute.

    After eating the blueberries, the little squirrel looked up at him again. Qin Shiou took a North American black grape and handed it to it. As a result, the little squirrel very cleverly pushed the black grape away with his paws, and looked dryly at the fruit plate with his dark eyes.  blueberries.

    "This one is more delicious." Qin Shiou said with a smile. He bit the black tii a little and chewed it loudly on purpose.

    The little squirrel looked at him blankly. Qin Shiou dipped the remaining black stems in syrup and handed it to it. This time, it hesitated, stretched out its paws to catch the black stems, and took a bite. It tasted really delicious.  Started eating again.

    Qin Shiou rubbed the head of the little squirrel with the belly of his index finger. The latter did not feel disgusted. He lowered his head and hugged Heidi and ate it. For the little squirrel, this was a big meal.

    After eating the black tikka, the little squirrel became bolder and climbed onto Qin Shiou's shoulder along the pillow. It stood on tiptoe for a while, found a comfortable position and lay on it, staring at the fruit plate.

    Qin Shiou was afraid of holding it, so he put down the fruit plate and watched a movie.  As a result, the little squirrel rubbed its front paws on his shoulders and started to step on his shoulders, looking at the fruit plate and spitting out its pink tongue.

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

    Qin Shiou watched the movie with gusto. The little squirrel took two bites of the blueberry, hugged the remaining half and started watching TV without blinking.

    Every time Qin Shiou was amused by the plot and the four funny leading actors, the little squirrel would step on his shoulders with its short legs. When Qin Shiou turned his head, it would quiet down again and look at Qin Shiou with wide eyes.

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

    After watching the movie, Qin Shiou felt a little unfinished, and the little squirrel seemed to have the same intention, rubbing its front paws and making two "chirp" sounds.

    Qin Shiou reached out and carefully held the little squirrel. The latter was not afraid and kept scratching its ears and cheeks in his hand.

    ¡°Let¡¯s give you a name.¡± Qin Shiou looked at the little squirrel¡¯s brown-red hair tips and had a bad taste for a moment, ¡°How about I call you Xiaohong?¡±

    The little squirrel couldn't understand what he said and just kept circling around, looking like it was shaking its head and wagging its tail as if it didn't agree with his name.

    Qin Shiou thought for a while and said to himself: "Let me see if you are a boy or a girl first. 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 identify the gender of these little things. He gently massaged the little squirrel between its hind legs for a while, and a little penis bounced up. Seeing this, Qin Shiou smiled and said, "Okay,  Then let me change your name. If you are a boy, let¡¯s call you Xiao Ming!¡±

    He let go of the little squirrel and was just about to train the little guy's conditioned reflex for names, when the sound of a car horn came from outside the window.

    The sound was a bit harsh, and the little squirrel was startled, and crawled back into its little maple tree nest along the window.

    Qin Shiou knew that Auerbach was here, and sure enough, the old man's majestic face appeared after a while.

    Auerbach¡¯s hometown is in Farewell Town. He has now retired and returned to live in the town.  However, if people around him have legal needs, he will provide help for free, so everyone who knows him respects him.

    In North America, lawyers¡¯ fees are very high. Ordinary families cannot afford to hire a lawyer. The kind in Hollywood blockbusters who often say, ¡®I won¡¯t start a lawsuit until my personal lawyer comes¡¯.??¡¯It¡¯s all bullshit.

    Qin Shiou took out the paintings together. Auerbach was obviously prepared. He opened his laptop and found a series of Van Gogh's paintings, including the eleven high-definition photos of "Sunflowers" in existence.

    ¡°Where did you find these paintings?¡± Auerbach asked as he flipped 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 was thinking, would 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. Pinarjean is very good at painting. Although I have never heard of his name, I think he should be a great painter."

    Qin Shiou was not in the mood to discuss Pi Narang's identity with him. He carefully opened the sunflower and handed it to Auerbach, who pushed the computer to him and said, "Go and see for yourself."

    With these words behind him, Auerbach continued to immerse himself in looking at Pinarjean's paintings, looking at each one very seriously.

    Qin Shiou slid the mouse, and a series of high-definition photos of "Sunflower" scrolled up. He glanced at it twice, and he suddenly became depressed, because one of these photos was exactly the same as the painting in his hand. There was a note next to the photo, saying that this painting  The painting was discovered in 1900 and is now collected in the British Museum in England.

    "Holy crap, isn't it? This painting of mine is a fake?" Qin Shiou became frustrated.

    In this way, Qin Shiou's mood of looking forward to the whole night melted away like snow under the sun.

    He threw the painting in his hand towards Auerbach. The latter dodged for a moment, carefully held up a painting and said, "Boy, be careful. If you damage this painting, then I bet you will  I¡¯m so upset that I want to commit suicide!¡±

    "Those are Pi Narang's paintings, how can they be valuable?" Qin Shiou said feebly.

    Auerbach laughed, shook his head and said: "No, young man, this is not it!"

    Qin Shiou was surprised, he had seen all the paintings yesterday, and all thirty paintings were by Pi Narang.  But he knew that Auerbach was calm and would not act aimlessly, so he went over to take a look.

    The painting in Auerbach's hand was about one meter long and half a meter wide. Qin Shiou was stunned and didn't understand what it was about. It used a bunch of lines to outline the shape of a person, and there was a scrawled line on the top of the paper.  The letters: femme-au-tambourin.

    Seeing this painting, Qin Shiou remembered that four or five of these paintings followed the abstract line that he could not understand at all. They had no sense of beauty in his eyes, so he glanced at them and threw them aside.

    "Is this painting valuable?" Qin Shiou's eyes lit up.

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

    Qin Shiou was doubtful. 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 a person's name, right? Is he an African? nba  Fellow star Dikembe Mutombo?"

    Auerbach shook his head. He gently stroked the paper and said: "This is Spanish. The name of the painting is "Woman with a Golden Drum", and the following words are indeed the name of a person, called: Pablo  -Diego Jose Francisco de Paula Juan Nipomucheno Maria de Los Remedios Cipriano de la Santisima Trinni  Dade-Ruiz-Picasso!¡±

    Hearing the last word, Qin Shiou couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Everyone on earth knows Picasso's name!  And what was Picasso best at painting?  People on earth also know that it is abstract painting!

    However, with the fake Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" in front of him, Qin Shiou became more cautious and asked doubtfully: "You don't think this painting is authentic, do you?"

    Auerbach nodded slowly and said solemnly: "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 do!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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