That "Mona Lisa" is just an imitation.
"Uncle, what do you call me?" Zhang Mengyu said to the middle-aged man.
"Mr. Zhang, my name is Cao Yushan, you can just call me Lao Cao."
"Then Cao Hongshan is..." The Cao Hongshan Zhang Mengyu mentioned was the middle-aged man who sent him to his residence the day before yesterday.
"Mr. Zhang, that is the eldest son of my family. I am the third eldest son in the Cao family," Cao Yushan said. "Perhaps Miss Hong Yi has not told you that your property in Gusu is owned by our Cao family." Reasonable."
"Oh, so that's it," Zhang Mengyu said, "You mean, there is a family like yours in every city?"
"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, transportation and everything else will be taken care of. It's up to us."
"What's the difference between this and the emperor's private visit to the magistrate's territory incognito?" Lu Yiyao was stunned when she heard this.
"Miss, you have said a lot, but the only difference is that those county magistrates may not be able to do what the emperor wants, but as long as Mr. Zhang needs it, our global network can handle everything for Mr. Zhang in the shortest possible time." Cao Yushan didn't care about Lu Yiyao's words at all, because he knew that Lu Yiyao would most likely be the mistress of the Zhang family in the future.
"By the way, how many things did you bring back this time?" Zhang Mengyu and Hong Yi said, looking at it, it's not much. Looking at this posture, almost half of the things in his library were brought out.
"I'm not very clear about this. Let me ask for you." Cao Yushan asked those who were moving boxes, "Who is the person in charge here?"
Soon, a man in black uniform ran over, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Cao, I am Xing Yue, the person in charge of Miss Hong's arrangement. What instructions do you have?"
"Are you a soldier?" Zhang Menglong asked more. He felt an iron-blooded aura from this middle-aged man that only soldiers can have.
"It used to be, but then I retired." The middle-aged man said.
"Okay, their treatment should be good, right?" Zhang Menglong asked one more question on behalf of 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. All benefits are paid according to the highest standards. Of course, they are all elites among veterans."
"As long as the treatment keeps up with it," Zhang Mengyu nodded, "By the way, how many things did you bring this time? Do you have a list?"
Hearing this, the people around him came up curiously.
"Mr. Zhang, considering the size of this venue, we have only prepared about 30,000 paintings and hundreds of other works," Xing Yue said.
"Nah? Thirty thousand pieces? The art exhibition held by this old European guy only has a total of more than 12,000 paintings, right?"
"No, it's more than that! Don't forget that he just bought more than 4,000 tickets!"
"Are they all the works of pheasant painters whose names I have never heard of?"
"Bah! Do you look down on Mr. Zhang?"
"You're gone! Could Mr. Zhang use those rubbish things to fool us?"
"Even if I don't have this meal today, I still have to stand up and say something!"
"that is!"
Seemingly hearing the whispers of the people around him, Xing Yue took the initiative and said, "Mr. Zhang, 10,000 of these 30,000 works are from China, including calligraphy works and Chinese classical paintings, including calligraphy by Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing and others. , paintings by Tang Yin, Wu Daozi, Mr. Qi Baishi and others."
"hiss!"
Many people were surprised when they heard these names.
Even if you have never studied calligraphy or painting, no one will not know the names of the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi and the painting sage Wu Daozi. Their attainments, these two titles have already proved everything.
Yan Zhenqing and Tang Yin are both as talented as them. Any one of their works is worth a sky-high price!
Zhang Mengyu could actually produce 10,000 pieces of such a work? Even if all of them cannot reach this level, the works of these famous artists alone are enough to hold a calligraphy exhibition and a painting exhibition alone!
"what about others?"
"There are also more than 7,000 works by Picasso, 12 works by Leonardo da Vinci that have not been found so far, and others such as Van Gogh, Manet, Monet, Renoir, Degas, Sisley, and Biography. Sharo, their works are also there."
"In addition, there are some sculptures. Ms. Hong Yi said that those things were stained with dust after being stored for too long. I just took this opportunity to take them out to dry!"
"Fuck! I thought Mr. Zhang was already good at showing off, but his employees could show off even better than him!"
"I just saw the work of Milon and Mayor."
"Who is that? Please educate yourself!"
"Idiot, those are some of the most famous sculptors in Europe. Does the discus thrower know? Those are their works!"
"Take it out to dry. Is this human talk? If such a treasure is placed in other people's hands, it will not be protected like a family heirloom. Who dares to take it out?"
"I'm afraid Mr. Zhang is the only one with this kind of arrangement!"
"Okay, thank you everyone, please hurry up and start decorating. I have booked this venue, and the Suzhou City Department of Culture has rented it to me indefinitely. In the future, if you want to come and see it, you can come anytime!"
"Mr. Zhang, can we take a look here now?" The old professor just came over with some embarrassment.
"Of course, as long as you don't think it's too messy today, feel free to look at it and don't damage the painting. After all, it's not good to create some white trash!"
After hearing the first half of Zhang Menglong's words, the old professor was still a little moved, but after hearing the second half, he even had the urge to slap Zhang Menglong.
This is a world famous painting! If you destroy one, you will lose one! Why did it turn into white trash in Zhang Mengyu's mouth? Could it be that for him, the name painting is the same as a blank piece of paper?
As the staff began to set up the exhibition, people who came to see the exhibition also poured into the venue, and the venue that was deserted just now suddenly became lively again.
"This!!! This is a painting by Van Gogh!"
"There are really Picasso paintings! These boxes are all full of them! He's not lying!"
"This is the Virgin Mary!"
"How is it possible? Didn't that painting disappear in the 18th century?"
"Isn't it a fake?"
"What? "The Virgin of Ion"? Let me see it!" The old professor was lying on a Picasso painting and looking at it carefully. 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 pass, it's just a painting." Zhang Mengyu said with a smile.
The old professor nodded in salute to Zhang Mengyu, then took out a magnifying glass and observed it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more amused his hands became.
"Really! It's true! It's really Leonardo da Vinci's lost painting!" the old professor shouted excitedly, "Is there more? Is there more?"
"It seems that there are only a few of Da Vinci's pictures, and they are all here," Zhang Mengyu pointed to a box next to him and said, "Take them all out and let the old gentleman see them."
"Thank you! Thank you!" The old professor thanked him repeatedly. For him, being able to appreciate these arts is simply the greatest gift.
"Huh? What's going on? Isn't this the "Mona Lisa"?" Zhang Mengyu saw the paintings taken out of the box. Seven of them were actually "Mona Lisa". "What's going on? Do we still have fakes in our house?"
"Mr. Zhang, you are just joking. There is no way that there are fakes in your collection," Cao Yushan said.
"Then how do you explain these? Are there still so many Mona Lisas 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, everyone was shocked.