Chapter 392： Z.H（2）

"Say what you are here!"

Hearing this, Yang Cheng pulled himself out of the battle between heaven and man, smiled back 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. , It’s just that I’m suddenly very interested in your past experience. If you want, you can tell it. Maybe I can help you. Later, you can make more money for me, right?"

Yang Cheng's big truth, the ordinary people have already jumped, and there is no one to talk about using people to make money so openly.

It's a pity that this Z.H is no ordinary person at first sight. He keeps a house of treasures and does not dig, but instead makes himself a human being. Can he be a normal person?

"Then you can go now. I have no interest in telling you about my affairs." The brush and paint pad that Z.H had just put down were picked up again. This posture is to use Yang Orange as air again and start painting.

Yang Cheng didn't mind, but moved away from her position, exposed the pair, and compared it with her big mother's fingers, asking as if to herself, "You didn't paint this picture, right?"

There was a noticeable halt in the movement of Z.H's paint, and some replied eagerly, "I painted all the paintings here."

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 smile, "In that case, would you sell this piece to me? I like it very much. I am going to take it home and hang it up for appreciation. How much is the right price? ?"

"Don't sell!" Z.H quickly and resolutely refused, making Yang Cheng's faint guess more certain.

As if I hadn’t heard it, I asked myself, "How about $500,000? With this money, you can change to a more comfortable environment for painting."

Z.H raised his voice, a pair of skull eyes finally had mood swings, and shouted excitedly, "I said, don't sell!"

Yang Cheng stretched out her hand and asked pretendingly, "Anyway, it's what you copied. You can paint one picture and you can paint the second one. Why not sell it to improve your quality of life? Is it..."

"Isn't it? I said if I didn't sell it, I didn't sell it." Z.H interrupted Yang Orange's words strongly.

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

Yang Cheng didn’t care about this topic, she put her hands in her pockets, shuttled between a pile of drawing boards, and suddenly asked, “Have you never thought of painting a piece of yourself? According to your technique, it is the pinnacle of contemporary painters. Not an exaggeration!"

He turned around and he did not find any original works here, all of them are copy works. It is undeniable that his skill is superb, even in such a dilapidated environment, it can give people a sense of being in the exhibition. , But there is no one here that makes Yang Cheng look unfamiliar, like an original work by him.

Perfectly perfect, the only regret made Yang Cheng feel extremely pity, and of course there was a deep incomprehension.

It stands to reason that from the perspective of a normal person, a painter possesses unparalleled drawing skills, even in order to imitate the master's work, he also knows the ability to make old paintings, such a genius painter can never fail to paint 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, and none of them really belong to him, unless there is a dark room here, but the pattern of this old-fashioned building is very fixed, and you can see the internal structure at a glance. There is basically no room for a darkroom.

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

Looking at ZH's slightly moving brows, he asked himself, "6 million! US dollars! Even the professional appraisers of the insurance company regarded it as the authenticity of Degas, but unfortunately you still committed a small but also Fatal mistake, if not, I won’t have the chance to come here to talk with you face to face."

ZH mocked with disdain, "Are you referring to the lighting problem? Hahaha, that was the secret door I left on purpose. Who would have thought that the so-called professional stupid didn't even find this problem, but you were in the end. A layman sees through, what an idiot!"

Yang Cheng quietly looked at the crazy Z.H, and asked, "Is it intentional? That's right, this person's technique is perfect, how could it leave such obvious loopholes."

"6 million? Humph~ The ones who sell the paintings are idiots, and the ones who buy the paintings are the idiots among the idiots. They deserve to be fooled, hahahaha~" ZH mocked and laughed, just as if a kid had succeeded in a prank. Yang Cheng likes to use IQ to crush the mood after winning the fruit. Yang Cheng can understand that this is the pride of genius.

But he still deliberately stimulated Don't you envy jealousy? You know that the 6 million dollars should not give you a dollar in the end. "

Z.H's laughter came to an abrupt end, staring at Yang Cheng blankly with an idiot's eyes, "Why do you want to be jealous? There is hatred, if it weren't for ‘them’, I wouldn’t have lived as a ghost."

"They" and "they" again, who is this "they"? What have you done with Z.H? What is the grudge between them? Yang Cheng is now like Conan wandering in the world of reasoning, relying on the few clues to infer the truth of the matter, but Conan only lives in cartoons.

Yang Cheng didn’t take the opportunity to ask who "they" were, but changed a different way to test out, "Or else, "they" are not there anyway, you sell me a few paintings for a flat price of 500,000 US dollars, take this Money for a better environment."

ZH was completely disinterested in this seemingly tempting suggestion, and sighed with fate, "It's useless,'they' will find me wherever I hide, but it's the safest place here, at least'they' don't dare to come here at will. Worried about being robbed or even lost, 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'. This is easy to handle, as long as they are not super-rich or political magnates, others It is not a big threat to Yang Cheng, because whether it is a rich or high-ranking official, it is not difficult to hire bodyguards or thugs to protect themselves.

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

Things are getting more and more interesting. It is neither a wealthy consortium nor a powerful tycoon, so why is it capable of controlling Z.H?