Badou Ge is in the flea market, like a fish returning to the sea, this is the stage for him to display his talents. ※ % Scan the left side of his eyes and see a large area; sweep the right side again, and see a large area again.

Things that were worthless were all over the place. When they found good things with rich purple air, they jumped over to bargain. Michelle was so tired that she was tightly rushing her legs, but she still couldn't chase him up. She could only complain in her heart: Gao, you are really a fat flea!

Badou Ge is not at all stressed when picking up bargains here. And there are indeed some Chinese antiques, and foreigners do not understand their true value, which makes the fat man feel addicted to picking bargains.

Soon, Brother Badou couldn't take the things he bought, and he saw a big bowl of tangled lotus in his left hand, a red sandalwood pen holder in his right hand, and a bronze cauldron behind him, and all of them were transported back to his parents' home.

"Gao, is that OK?" Michelle had to come up to dissuade him. Following the fat man on Taobao, he couldn't feel any fun.

"It's early—" the fat man said without saying a word, stuffed the pen holder into Michelle's arms, and then directly buckled the bronze tripod on Michelle's head. "I heard that the public security here is not good, and shootings often occur. I'll wear a steel helmet for you first."

Michelle was so amused that she had to pay for a few idle men to help the fat man get things. At this time, he had the heart to check out the treasures bought by China High School. This was not a big deal, and every piece was fine, comparable to his collection. This also surprised Michelle: China High School is High, it is High!

At this time when he sighed, Badou Ge had two more bronzes recorded. Most of the antiques lost overseas were porcelain and bronzes. This thing was so scattered that those idle men kept asking Michelle to add money.

Hey—Ba Dou, who was running around like a flea, suddenly stopped, his eyes passed through the crowd and landed on a shop. So he rushed over.

Michel is now impressed by China's high vision, so she hurriedly rushed in and found that this was an oil painting shop. In the field of oil painting, Michel is a real master. After a brief glance, she basically determined that most of them were shoddy imitations. Even if there were a few of them, they had a history of one or two hundred years, and their creators were all unknown and not famous at all. Stores like this mainly fooled those orientals with arts and elegance.

Sure enough, the owner was a fat French old man. His eyes looked at the fat man as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and it was a fat sheep!

"Sir, I'm happy to serve you!" The fat old man bent down at Badouge with great effort. "I treasure many works of famous oil painting masters here. I wonder if you like Angel, Rubens, or Vincent Van Gogh?"

Brother Badou couldn't help but grab the back of his head: "Who's going to return Van Gogh, I think you look like a cake. If you have an authentic Van Gogh painting, why bother to stay in the flea market?

You know, among the ten most expensive oil paintings in the auction record, Van Gogh occupied two seats.

However, on the surface, the fat man nodded arrogantly: "I only want the most expensive one!"

This kind of fat old man has seen so many times that he can't help but laugh in his heart: It's true that he is a nouveau riche from the East. It seems that God once again favors me, a devout believer today.

So, with a little flattering smile on his face, he began to sell his famous paintings to the nouveau riche: "This is an early work of Gauguin, an impressionist pastoral scenery, only one million euros, it belongs to you!"

Brother Badou shook his head and looked very angry: "One million euros, sir, are you insulting me? I heard that Gauguin's "When will you get married" sold 160 million pounds, making it the most expensive oil painting in the world!"

The fat old man now just wants to slap himself a few big mouths: it should cost ten million euros if he opens his mouth!

But Brother Badou didn't give him another chance, and waved his fat hand impatiently: "Forget it, you can't find any decent oil paintings in your small shop. Can I see if there are any Chinese paintings?"

After listening to Michelle's translation, the owner nodded repeatedly: "Yes, there are Japanese Ukiyo-e, but the price is a little more expensive-"

"I am Chinese and I hate Japanese things the most!" Brother Badou yelled this time, which made the fat old man who had always cheated or deceived the Easterners again annoyed: What's wrong with me today? Why are you always confused in your mind?

In fact, it’s not just the fat old man who is confused, but even Michelle is confused. I don’t know what the Chinese high gourd sells.

"Let's go, it's so disappointing here!" Brother Badou waved his arm with great tyranny again and turned around to walk out.

The fat old man was not willing to let God of Wealth go, and he quickly greeted him: "Sir, stay, of course, good things cannot be placed on the surface. I still have goods at the counter-"

Brother Badou took the opportunity to retract his pace. In fact, his goal was to have a few paintings on the counter. It was just hard to say it directly, so he accompanied the fat old man to perform a play.

The fat old man bent down with difficulty and took out two stacks of painting paper from the old counter. After spreading it on the counter, there were oil paintings and sketches, and two thick stacks. Judging from the paper, it looked a little old. However, Brother Badou was still furious: "You have the nerve to take it out if you don't even have a decent picture frame. Look at what was drawn on it. Don't tell me it was Gauguin, Cézanne, and Van Gogh's masterpiece, it must be painted by an indigenous African!"

This - the fat old man's words were blocked by the other party first, and he didn't know what to say for a while. He was always eloquent, but he was restrained everywhere today, which was really frustrating. Moreover, these paintings are indeed full of African style, and anyone can see them at a glance.

However, Michelle flipped through these paintings and twitched the corners of his eyes a few times. However, he was also an old fried dough stick. On the surface, he quickly returned to normal, but he felt a huge wave in his heart.

"Forget it, I bought a manor in Africa and used these paintings to decorate it. There are a few pictures in it that are full of indigenous style. I will give you ten thousand euros to do this!" Brother Badou finally revealed his real intention. This stack of paintings is his real goal.

After all, the fat old man was also an old profiteer. Although he had already believed the words of this fat sheep, he still bargained hard. In the end, this pile of paintings with more than ten pictures were sold for 20,000 euros.

But at this time, Brother Badou encountered another problem: he didn't have much cash in his pocket, and he spent part of it just now, but now there were only a few hundred euros left. So he glanced at Michelle, and Lao Mi understood it and signed a check directly.

"I'll lend you it." Brother Badou knew the value of these paintings, and of course he would not give Michelle a chance to take advantage of it. While he was talking, he rolled the stack of paintings into a thick cylinder and then put them under his armpits. He felt distressed that he really wanted to kick this guy's fat butt.

After leaving the art gallery, Lao Mitou finally couldn't help it. He ran a few steps to stop the fat man and shouted: "Let go, are you going to treat Gauguin like this!"

It's not your thing - Brother Badou muttered, but he still spread the drawing paper flat on the ground. He just rolled up a thick bucket, which did not cause damage to the paint on the drawing.

Lao Mitou took out his cell phone angrily and made a call. After a while, a group of people rushed to them: "Mr. Michelle, we are staff members of the Louvre and are happy to serve you."

"Please keep these paintings ready, be careful. These are Gauguin's works!" Michelle excitedly acted as the commander when she saw them bringing the painting box. As a senior oil painting collector, how could he calm down in the face of so many master works?

Gauguin, is it Paul? Mr. Gauguin? The staff were also stunned by the fact that they almost doubted their ears; the people coming and going around also stopped and surrounded them curiously. Gauguin's name was like a powerful stone-sucking stone.

"What's Gao Geng? My name is Gao Sheng. Gao Sheng - I can't remember it after telling you many times. Foreigners are stupid and can't remember my name!" Brother Badou saw that the situation was not good. If it really caused a riot, he might ruin these paintings. You know, if the crowd gets crazy, he will not be able to stop him even if he is powerful.

There were many fellow Badou Ge's compatriots in the crowd, and they burst into laughter after hearing what he said. When the remaining foreigners asked, they all left with a smile: Originally, how could Gauguin's works appear in one go?

Also happy are the fat old man in the oil painting shop. He bought these rags from a black woman. Maybe they were painted by a black man. It only cost less than two thousand euros at that time, but it was better to deceive people because of the old parts of the painting paper. This change of hands was ten times the profit, so why didn't he feel happy?

Seeing the crowd dispersed, Lao Mitou finally woke up from his shock and quickly asked the assistants of the Louvre to put all the painting papers into the painting box, then carried them out of the flea market, loaded them into an escort truck parked on the side of the road, and roared away.

This flea market is only a few minutes' drive from the Louvre, and the vehicle drives directly into a side door. The Louvre was used to be a royal palace in France and later converted into a museum. This is somewhat similar to the Forbidden City.

Several old men in suits were waiting here. They exchanged a few greetings with Michelle, and then looked at the fat man together: "This is the oil painting appraiser Sheng, Mr. Gao, who is from the East?"

Just raise it, it's better than falling - Brother Badou is really speechless.

Originally, Michelle brought Gao Sheng here to ask him to help identify a painting, but now, Lao Mitou has long forgotten about that matter. He rudely interrupted the greetings of those people: "China Gao Gang bought a batch of paintings, please make an appraisal immediately!"
Chapter completed!