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After Zheng Yi heard it, he stopped and walked back, "Parker, take the money." Parker obediently paid the money without saying anything. The boss handed the painting to Zheng Yi, and Zheng Yi passed the painting to Parker. "No, take your painting by yourself." Parker took the frame casually.

Parker didn't ask Zheng Yi why he spent money on the painting again, but Zheng Yi wanted to explain.

"I think you really want that painting, even though that painting is not worth 300 dollars at all, there is an old saying in China that money is hard to buy a good heart, and I have a strange feeling that you just want that painting, even if you find another It’s not this painting that someone draws exactly the same for you,” Zheng Yi said as he walked, and Parker smiled.

The two of them had to buy another landscape painting and three pots of green plants, so they had to hurry up.

The boss watched the two leave, wiped the anxious sweat from his forehead, raised his middle finger, scolded a fool, and smiled triumphantly.

In fact, he picked up that painting from a garbage dump. He thought it was very interesting, and maybe someone would like it. It was a business without capital, and he made $300 for nothing. The boss kissed the banknote, thank God, thank you for being taken advantage of.

Click, open the door, the two moved their things to the apartment, and arranged the green plants. Zheng Yi bought a landscape painting, which looked good, and it cost 50 US dollars. The boss originally wanted 100 US dollars. Zheng Yi bargained It was so ruthless that it was cut in half.

"Parker, where do you think this painting should be hung?" Zheng Yi gestured on the wall with a landscape painting.

Parker didn't speak, he was hammering nails, and soon, he hung up the painting he bought.

"Hanging here, what do you think? Parker, Parker, what are you doing?" Zheng Yi didn't get a response, turned to ask Parker, and saw a scene that made people rage.

The painting full of ambiguous atmosphere is hung on the opposite side of the bed. I am afraid that I can see this painting every morning when I wake up. rushed over.

Zheng Yi stood on tiptoe, quickly took down the painting, held the painting, and said to Parker angrily, "You can't hang it here."

"Why not?", Parker bought this painting because he could see it for the first time every day, "This is mine, I hang it up if I say so."

"If you say no, you can't. Don't forget, this is a dormitory. You have to listen to me." Zheng Yi doesn't want to wake up every day and see this ambiguous painting. Something, like fate, is too inauspicious.

During the struggle between the two, "crack", the frames on both sides were torn off by them, and the easel without the frames on both sides fell hard to the ground.

Seeing the broken glass, Zheng Yi's first reaction was, it's over, 300 dollars, and he quickly apologized, "I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it, Parker, Parker, are you okay?".

Parker picked up the easel without saying a word. Zheng Yi was a little scared. Parker was a major player in baseball and was in very good health. He would probably be hospitalized if he punched him.

"Parker, I really didn't mean it, I'm sorry, Parker, I'm sorry, Parker, why don't you say something?" Zheng Yi felt that today was definitely his most unlucky day.

"Zheng Yi, come and take a look, what did I find?" Parker opened the frame in surprise.

Zheng Yi looked down, there seemed to be a crack inside, something seemed to be hidden.

Parker carefully took it out and guessed what he was about to find, "Treasure map? Contract? Photo? Or a mysterious letter?".

Zheng Yi said casually, "Could it be a picture-in-picture? I guess it might be a precious antique painting, but I don't think it's possible. I think too much. Those are all made up and written in fiction. In reality, Where is such good luck?"

Parker opened it and found that what Zheng Yi had said was true, it was really a picture-in-picture, and there was a picture hidden inside the picture, which seemed to have a lot of background.

The painting is laid out on the desk. It is a landscape painting with beautiful scenery and delicate painting style. Zheng Yi stared at the painting in astonishment, "I just said it casually, should I be so accurate."

Parker took out a magnifying glass and began to look for signatures, "Famous painters will hide their signatures in the paintings, depending on personal preference, some people are good at painting portraits, they will hide their signatures in their hair and on their lips, they are good at painting landscapes, their preferences Hiding signatures in trees, rocks, so this thing has to be used.”

After searching for half an hour, Parker shouted happily, "I found it, now let's check it online", and checked it on the computer.

"Thomas Cole, (1801-1848), one of the founders of the Hudson River School, has approximately 2,500 high-quality works of art extant, most of which are in the collection of the Detroit Institute of Arts.

Born in the UK, he began to study arts and crafts design at the age of 14. At the age of 17, he moved to Ohio with his family. Later, he came to Philadelphia alone and studied at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts for two years.

Cole settled in New York in 1825 and successfully exhibited the first batch of landscape paintings. In 1829, he went to Europe and visited England, France, and Italy. He returned to the United States in 1832 and began to create allegorical paintings and historical paintings.

"Wow, it seems that this is a painting of Thomas's residence in New York. It looks quite valuable. It only cost $300. I guess the owner knows it and must regret it," Parker said looking at the painting.

"God, don't open your eyes. I'm so poor that I'm going to eat dirt, and I want to watch other people get rich overnight. And you, do you think you are a human being? You are so rich. Last time you paid more than 60 yuan. I haven't finished spending, and now there is a windfall, is it easy for me? I can keep calm, which is already very good. Stay away from me, I have a little difficulty breathing."

Sometimes he really admires Parker's wealth luck, and he can pick up treasures like this. Zheng Yi has nothing to say, and can only hold up his middle finger to despise and cast aside him.

Zheng Yi, who was downcast and depressed, asked Parker, "What are you going to do? Collect or sell it?".

"Sell it, I just want to know how much it is worth?" Parker was amused by Zheng Yi and made a call, which seemed to be from the auction house.

Not long after, the staff of the auction house came and carefully sealed the painting. After discussing with Parker, Parker and Zheng Yi followed the staff to the appraisal center of the auction house.

After the expert appraisal was successful, the auction contract was signed. After the two shook hands, the staff said, "The auction price of a painting mainly depends on the artist's artistic attainments, size, whether it is a fine product, the existence of the work, and the age of the painting." Sooner or later, the product image, and special additional factors.

Although this painting was painted by the famous painter Thomas Cole, he has more than 2500 paintings in existence, and this painting is obviously his early painting, which has no special meaning. Therefore, the final transaction price is estimated at 500 million You have to be mentally prepared."

Zheng Yi stammered, "Fourty-five million... U.S. dollars... God, what kind of world is this!!! How much is it converted into RMB, I will calculate...".

Parker touched Zheng Yi's hair, "Okay, I see, Zheng Yi, let's go, don't be in a daze."

Zheng Yi slapped Parker's groping hands away, and shut himself up.

Parker suddenly said to the staff, "Although the other painting is not a painting by a famous artist, I like it very much. Please re-frame it. As for the fee, it will be deducted from the auction price", and the staff readily agreed.

Walking out of the auction house, Parker pinched Zheng Yi's face with his hand, "Wake up, wake up quickly, if you don't wake up, I will do a trick."

When Zheng Yi heard it, he quickly shrank back, and then rushed forward like a dog, "God, please hug your thigh, I just ask you to leave me a mouthful of soup when you eat meat."

"Don't make trouble, what a mess, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll treat you." Parker likes touching Zheng Yi's hair very much. Zheng Yi doesn't like being touched. He feels like a child. He is obviously an adult.

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