Chapter 392 Z.H (2)

"Tell me why you came!"

Hearing this, Yang Cheng pulled himself away from the battle between heaven and man, turned around and smiled, and said sincerely, "To be honest, I came to you at first because I wanted to use you to make money. Of course, this idea has not changed now." , It's just that I'm suddenly interested in your past experience, if you want, you can tell it, maybe I can help you, and you can pay more attention to making money for me in the future, right?"

Yang Cheng's honesty, the average person would have skipped a long time ago, and no one can speak so frankly about taking advantage of people to make money.

It's a pity that this Z.H is not an ordinary person at first glance. He keeps a house full of treasures and doesn't dig them, and instead makes himself a ghost. Can he be a normal person?

"Then you can go, I don't have any interest in telling you about me." Z.H picked up the paintbrush and paint palette that had just been put down, and started to paint Yang Cheng again in this posture.

Yang Cheng didn't mind either, but stepped aside, exposed the pair, compared them with her big female finger, and asked as if talking to herself, "You didn't draw this one, did you?"

There was an obvious stagnation in Z.H's action of adjusting the paint, and he replied somewhat pretentiously, "The paintings here are all drawn by me."

After a pause, he added in a self-deprecating tone, "I imitated it."

Yang Cheng nodded, as if he believed his words, and asked with a half-smile, "In that case, can you sell this painting to me? I like it very much. I plan to take it home and hang it up for appreciation. How much is the right amount?" ?”

"Not for sale!" Z.H quickly and resolutely refused, making Yang Cheng's faint guess more certain.

As if he didn’t hear it, he asked himself the price, “How about $500,000? With this money, you can change to a more comfortable environment to paint.”

Z.H raised his voice, his skull eyes finally became emotional, and he shouted excitedly, "I said it, I won't sell it!"

Yang Cheng spread his hands and asked pretendingly puzzled, "Anyway, you forged it. If you can draw one, you can draw the second one. Why don't you sell it to improve your quality of life? Could it be..."

"Isn't it? If I say I won't sell it, I won't sell it." Z.H interrupted Yang Cheng forcefully.

Z.H's performance is like an old hen protecting the chickens, how can people not doubt the strange emotions.

Yang Cheng didn't care too much about this topic. With his hands in his pockets, he shuttled between a pile of drawing boards, and suddenly asked, "Have you never thought about painting a piece of your own work? Considering your skills, you are the pinnacle of contemporary painters." Not too much!"

He turned around and did not find any original works here, all of them were copies. It is undeniable that his skills are superb, even in such a dilapidated environment, it can give people a sense of being in an art exhibition , but there is none here that makes Yang Cheng look strange, like an original work by him.

Perfect, the only regret made Yang Cheng feel extremely sorry, and of course there was a deep incomprehension.

It stands to reason that from the perspective of a normal person, a painter has unparalleled painting skills, and even knows how to make paintings old in order to imitate masters. It is absolutely impossible for such a talented painter not to draw a picture of his own The ambition of a classic that can last forever.

But the reality is that there are dozens of hundreds of works in this room, none of which really belong to him, unless there is a darkroom here, but the layout of this old-fashioned building is very fixed, and one can tell at a glance that the internal structure is What kind, there is basically no space for a darkroom.

Yang Cheng decided to attack Z.H's hard and thick atrium from a different angle, "Do you know how much your Degas bath~girl sells for?"

Looking at Z.H's slightly moved eyebrows, he asked himself and answered, "6 million! USD! Even the professional appraisers of insurance companies regard it as an authentic work by Degas, but unfortunately you still made a small mistake. Fatal mistake, if not, I would not have had the opportunity to come here to communicate with you face to face."

Z.H mocked with disdain, "Are you referring to the lighting problem? Hahaha,

That was a secret door I left on purpose. Who would have thought that those so-called professional idiots would not even discover this problem, and you, a layman, would finally see through it. What a bunch of idiots! "

Yang Cheng quietly looked at Z.H, who looked crazy, and thought, "Is it really intentional? That's right, this person's technique is perfect, how could he leave such an obvious loophole."

"6 million? Hmph~ Those who sell paintings are idiots, and those who buy paintings are idiots among idiots. They deserve to be fooled, hahahaha~" Z.H mocked and laughed to himself, just like a child who succeeded in a prank, even with Yang Cheng's mood after using his IQ to win the result is similar. Yang Cheng can understand that this is the pride of a genius.

However, he still provocatively said, "Aren't you envious or jealous? You should know that the 6 million US dollars should not be given to you in the end."

Z.H's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Yang Cheng with the eyes of an idiot, "Why do you want to be envious? There is hatred. If it weren't for 'them', I wouldn't be living like I am now."

"They" and "they" again, who is this "they"? What did you do to Z.H? What is the hatred between them? Yang Cheng is now like Conan wandering in the world of reasoning, relying on a few clues to deduce the truth of the matter, but it's not an egg, Conan only lives in cartoons.

Yang Cheng didn't take the opportunity to ask who "they" were, but instead tried in a different way, "Otherwise, since 'they' aren't there anyway, you sell me a few paintings for a unified price of 500,000 US dollars, take this Money for a better environment.”

Z.H was completely uninterested in this seemingly tempting suggestion, and sighed resignedly, "It's useless, no matter where I hide 'they' will find me, but here is the safest place, at least 'they' dare not come here casually, Worried about being robbed or even losing the ****, hahaha!"

Yang Cheng's eyes lit up, and he got another useful clue, "they" seem to be literati, or people without the ability to 'arm'. It doesn't pose too much threat to Yang Cheng, because whether it is a rich man or a high-ranking official, it is not difficult to hire bodyguards or thugs to protect themselves.

And from Z.H's words, I learned that living here can avoid "their" harassment as much as possible, because "they" are afraid of the nearby gangsters and dare not come here easily?

Things are getting more and more interesting. It is neither a rich consortium nor a powerful tycoon, so why is it able to control Z.H?