Chapter 79 That "Mona Lisa" is just an imitation
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Mao Zhi Sheng Xi
Chapter 79 That "Mona Lisa" is just an imitation
"Uncle, what's your name?" Zhang Menglong said to the middle-aged man.
"Mr. Zhang, my name is Cao Yushan, you can just call me Lao Cao."
"That Cao Hongshan is" Zhang Menglong said that Cao Hongshan was the middle-aged man who sent him to his residence the day before yesterday.
"Mr. Zhang, that's the eldest of my family, and I'm the third eldest in the Cao family," Cao Yushan said, "Maybe Miss Hong Yi didn't tell you that your property in Suzhou is under the control of our Cao family. Reasonable."
"Oh, so that's the case," Zhang Menglong said, "you mean, every city has a family like yours?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, except for some remote small cities, the Hong family has chosen a family like our Cao family in almost every city. As long as you come to our cities, your food, clothing, housing and everything else will be It's our responsibility."
"What's the difference between this and the emperor's private visit to those county magistrates' sites?" Lu Yiyao was a little stunned when she heard this.
"You said a lot, miss, but the only difference is that those magistrates may not be able to do what the emperor wants, and as long as Mr. Zhang needs it, our global network can do everything for Mr. Zhang in the shortest time." Cao Yushan didn't care about Lu Yiyao's words at all, because he knew that this Lu Yiyao was likely to be the mistress of the Zhang family in the future.
"By the way, how many things did you bring back this time?" Zhang Menglong and Hong Yi said, looking at it, it's enough, looking at this posture, almost half of his library was brought out.
"I'm not very clear about this, let me ask for you." Cao Yushan asked those who were carrying boxes, "Who is the person in charge on your side?"
Soon, a man in a black uniform ran over, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Cao, I'm Xing Yue, the person in charge of Miss Hong's arrangement, what instructions do you have?"
"Are you a soldier?" Zhang Menglong asked one more question. From this middle-aged man, he felt a kind of iron-blooded aura that only soldiers had.
"It used to be, and then I was discharged from the army," said the middle-aged man.
"Alright, their treatment should be good, right?" Zhang Menglong asked one more question for the middle-aged man.
"Mr. Zhang can rest assured that the income of these veterans is more than three times that of local civil servants, and all benefits are paid according to the highest standards. Of course, they are all elites among the veterans."
"It's just as good as the treatment," Zhang Menglong nodded. "By the way, how many things did you bring here this time? Is there a list?"
Hearing this, the people around came up with curiosity one by one.
"Mr. Zhang, considering the size of the venue, we only prepared about [-] paintings and hundreds of other works," Xing Yue said.
"Damn? Thirty thousand pieces? The art exhibition held by this European old man only has more than 1 paintings in total, right?"
"No, it's more than that! Don't forget that he bought more than 4000 copies just now!"
"It's not the work of some pheasant painters who have never heard of the name, right?"
"Bah! You look down on President Zhang?"
"You're gone! Mr. Zhang might use those rubbish things to fool us?"
"Even if there is no meal today, I must stand up and say a few words!"
"that is!"
It seems that he heard the whispers of the people around him, Xing Yue took the initiative to say, "Mr. Zhang, [-] of these [-] works are from China, including calligraphy works and works of classical Chinese paintings, including the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing, etc. , paintings by Tang Yin, Wu Daozi, Mr. Qi Baishi and others."
"hiss!"
Hearing these names surprised many people.
Even if they have not studied calligraphy and painting, no one will not know the names of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi and the painter Wu Daozi. Their accomplishments, these two titles have proved everything.
Yan Zhenqing and Tang Yin are all as talented as them, and any one of their works is a sky-high price!
Zhang Menglong can actually come up with [-] pieces of such works?Even if all of them can't reach this level, just the works of these famous artists are enough to hold a calligraphy exhibition and a painting exhibition alone!
"what about others?"
"There are more than 7000 works by Picasso, 12 works by Leonardo da Vinci that have not been found so far, others such as Van Gogh, Manet, Monet, Renoir, Degas, Sisley, Bishop Sara, their works also have it."
"Besides, there are also some sculptures. Miss Hong Yi said that those things have been left with dust for too long, so I just took this opportunity to take them out to dry!"
"Fuck! I thought President Zhang was good enough to pretend, and his employees could pretend better than him!"
"I just seem to have seen the work of Miron and Mayor."
"Who is that? Ask for popular science!"
"Idiot, those are some of the most famous sculptors in Europe, don't the discus throwers know? That's their work!"
"Take it out and let it dry. Does this speak human words? If such a treasure is placed in the hands of others, isn't that a protected area and a family heirloom? Who dares to take it out?"
"I'm afraid there is only President Zhang for this kind of platoon!"
"Okay, thank you, everyone, let's hurry up and start arranging it. I have already contracted this pavilion. The Ministry of Culture of Gusu City rented it to me for an indefinite period of time. In the future, everyone can come as long as they want to see it!"
"Mr. Zhang, can we take a look here now?" The old professor came over a little embarrassed just now.
"Of course, as long as you don't think it's too messy today, just look at it and don't damage the painting. After all, it's not good to make some white garbage!"
Hearing the first half of Zhang Menglong's sentence, the old professor was still a little moved, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he even had the urge to slap Zhang Menglong.
This is a world famous painting!If you destroy one, you will lose one!How did Zhang Menglong's mouth turn into white garbage?Could it be that, to him, the painting was the same as a blank sheet of paper?
As the staff began to arrange the art exhibition, all the people who came to see the exhibition poured into the venue, and the venue that was deserted just now suddenly became very lively.
"This!!! This is a Van Gogh painting!"
"There are really Picasso paintings! These boxes are full of them! He's not lying!"
"This is that "Virgin Ion"!"
"How is it possible, didn't that painting disappear in the eighteenth century?"
"It's not a fake, is it?"
"What? "The Virgin of Ion"? Let me see!" The old professor was lying on a Picasso painting and watching carefully, and when he heard the name, it was as if he heard his long-dead mother calling him to go home for dinner. .
Several staff members immediately stepped forward to stop the professor.
"It's okay, let him go, it's just a painting." Zhang Menglong smiled.
The old professor nodded towards Zhang Menglong, and then took out a magnifying glass to observe it carefully. The more he looked, the more amused his hands became.
"Really! It's true! It's really the painting that Da Vinci lost!" The old professor shouted excitedly, "Is there any more? Is there any more?"
"It seems that there are only a few of Da Vinci's pictures, they are all here," Zhang Menglong said, pointing to a box next to him, "take them all out and let the old man take a look."
"Thank you! Thank you!" The old professor thanked him continuously. For him, being able to appreciate these arts is simply the greatest gift.
"Huh? What's going on? Isn't this "Mona Lisa"?" Zhang Menglong saw that the seven pictures in the box were actually "Mona Lisa", "What's going on? Are there fakes in our house?"
"Mr. Zhang, you are joking. There is no possibility that there are fakes in your collection," Cao Yushan said.
"Then how do you explain these? Isn't there still so many "Mona Lisa" in the world?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, these "Mona Lisa" are actually imitation paintings, even the one in the Louvre!"
As soon as these words came out, the four were shocked.
(End of this chapter)
"Uncle, what's your name?" Zhang Menglong said to the middle-aged man.
"Mr. Zhang, my name is Cao Yushan, you can just call me Lao Cao."
"That Cao Hongshan is" Zhang Menglong said that Cao Hongshan was the middle-aged man who sent him to his residence the day before yesterday.
"Mr. Zhang, that's the eldest of my family, and I'm the third eldest in the Cao family," Cao Yushan said, "Maybe Miss Hong Yi didn't tell you that your property in Suzhou is under the control of our Cao family. Reasonable."
"Oh, so that's the case," Zhang Menglong said, "you mean, every city has a family like yours?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, except for some remote small cities, the Hong family has chosen a family like our Cao family in almost every city. As long as you come to our cities, your food, clothing, housing and everything else will be It's our responsibility."
"What's the difference between this and the emperor's private visit to those county magistrates' sites?" Lu Yiyao was a little stunned when she heard this.
"You said a lot, miss, but the only difference is that those magistrates may not be able to do what the emperor wants, and as long as Mr. Zhang needs it, our global network can do everything for Mr. Zhang in the shortest time." Cao Yushan didn't care about Lu Yiyao's words at all, because he knew that this Lu Yiyao was likely to be the mistress of the Zhang family in the future.
"By the way, how many things did you bring back this time?" Zhang Menglong and Hong Yi said, looking at it, it's enough, looking at this posture, almost half of his library was brought out.
"I'm not very clear about this, let me ask for you." Cao Yushan asked those who were carrying boxes, "Who is the person in charge on your side?"
Soon, a man in a black uniform ran over, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Cao, I'm Xing Yue, the person in charge of Miss Hong's arrangement, what instructions do you have?"
"Are you a soldier?" Zhang Menglong asked one more question. From this middle-aged man, he felt a kind of iron-blooded aura that only soldiers had.
"It used to be, and then I was discharged from the army," said the middle-aged man.
"Alright, their treatment should be good, right?" Zhang Menglong asked one more question for the middle-aged man.
"Mr. Zhang can rest assured that the income of these veterans is more than three times that of local civil servants, and all benefits are paid according to the highest standards. Of course, they are all elites among the veterans."
"It's just as good as the treatment," Zhang Menglong nodded. "By the way, how many things did you bring here this time? Is there a list?"
Hearing this, the people around came up with curiosity one by one.
"Mr. Zhang, considering the size of the venue, we only prepared about [-] paintings and hundreds of other works," Xing Yue said.
"Damn? Thirty thousand pieces? The art exhibition held by this European old man only has more than 1 paintings in total, right?"
"No, it's more than that! Don't forget that he bought more than 4000 copies just now!"
"It's not the work of some pheasant painters who have never heard of the name, right?"
"Bah! You look down on President Zhang?"
"You're gone! Mr. Zhang might use those rubbish things to fool us?"
"Even if there is no meal today, I must stand up and say a few words!"
"that is!"
It seems that he heard the whispers of the people around him, Xing Yue took the initiative to say, "Mr. Zhang, [-] of these [-] works are from China, including calligraphy works and works of classical Chinese paintings, including the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing, etc. , paintings by Tang Yin, Wu Daozi, Mr. Qi Baishi and others."
"hiss!"
Hearing these names surprised many people.
Even if they have not studied calligraphy and painting, no one will not know the names of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi and the painter Wu Daozi. Their accomplishments, these two titles have proved everything.
Yan Zhenqing and Tang Yin are all as talented as them, and any one of their works is a sky-high price!
Zhang Menglong can actually come up with [-] pieces of such works?Even if all of them can't reach this level, just the works of these famous artists are enough to hold a calligraphy exhibition and a painting exhibition alone!
"what about others?"
"There are more than 7000 works by Picasso, 12 works by Leonardo da Vinci that have not been found so far, others such as Van Gogh, Manet, Monet, Renoir, Degas, Sisley, Bishop Sara, their works also have it."
"Besides, there are also some sculptures. Miss Hong Yi said that those things have been left with dust for too long, so I just took this opportunity to take them out to dry!"
"Fuck! I thought President Zhang was good enough to pretend, and his employees could pretend better than him!"
"I just seem to have seen the work of Miron and Mayor."
"Who is that? Ask for popular science!"
"Idiot, those are some of the most famous sculptors in Europe, don't the discus throwers know? That's their work!"
"Take it out and let it dry. Does this speak human words? If such a treasure is placed in the hands of others, isn't that a protected area and a family heirloom? Who dares to take it out?"
"I'm afraid there is only President Zhang for this kind of platoon!"
"Okay, thank you, everyone, let's hurry up and start arranging it. I have already contracted this pavilion. The Ministry of Culture of Gusu City rented it to me for an indefinite period of time. In the future, everyone can come as long as they want to see it!"
"Mr. Zhang, can we take a look here now?" The old professor came over a little embarrassed just now.
"Of course, as long as you don't think it's too messy today, just look at it and don't damage the painting. After all, it's not good to make some white garbage!"
Hearing the first half of Zhang Menglong's sentence, the old professor was still a little moved, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he even had the urge to slap Zhang Menglong.
This is a world famous painting!If you destroy one, you will lose one!How did Zhang Menglong's mouth turn into white garbage?Could it be that, to him, the painting was the same as a blank sheet of paper?
As the staff began to arrange the art exhibition, all the people who came to see the exhibition poured into the venue, and the venue that was deserted just now suddenly became very lively.
"This!!! This is a Van Gogh painting!"
"There are really Picasso paintings! These boxes are full of them! He's not lying!"
"This is that "Virgin Ion"!"
"How is it possible, didn't that painting disappear in the eighteenth century?"
"It's not a fake, is it?"
"What? "The Virgin of Ion"? Let me see!" The old professor was lying on a Picasso painting and watching carefully, and when he heard the name, it was as if he heard his long-dead mother calling him to go home for dinner. .
Several staff members immediately stepped forward to stop the professor.
"It's okay, let him go, it's just a painting." Zhang Menglong smiled.
The old professor nodded towards Zhang Menglong, and then took out a magnifying glass to observe it carefully. The more he looked, the more amused his hands became.
"Really! It's true! It's really the painting that Da Vinci lost!" The old professor shouted excitedly, "Is there any more? Is there any more?"
"It seems that there are only a few of Da Vinci's pictures, they are all here," Zhang Menglong said, pointing to a box next to him, "take them all out and let the old man take a look."
"Thank you! Thank you!" The old professor thanked him continuously. For him, being able to appreciate these arts is simply the greatest gift.
"Huh? What's going on? Isn't this "Mona Lisa"?" Zhang Menglong saw that the seven pictures in the box were actually "Mona Lisa", "What's going on? Are there fakes in our house?"
"Mr. Zhang, you are joking. There is no possibility that there are fakes in your collection," Cao Yushan said.
"Then how do you explain these? Isn't there still so many "Mona Lisa" in the world?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, these "Mona Lisa" are actually imitation paintings, even the one in the Louvre!"
As soon as these words came out, the four were shocked.
(End of this chapter)
