Chapter 44 Send for Photo
Arriving in Chinatown, Alex handed the works he brought to Lin Yuan and hurried back. He wanted to spend as much time with his parents and daughter as possible before going to China.
Later, Henry and Paul helped move the painting up and said goodbye to Lin Yuan.
In the living room, there was a rustling sound. This was Lin Yuan filling in the address and number on the paper. He planned to mail back the fans' paintings today.
At this time, Chen Shiquan, who was slightly drunk, opened the door from outside and came in. Seeing so many things piled up in the living room, he thought he had gone to the wrong door, so he backed out to confirm the house number.
"That's right! But there are so many of them for no reason..." Chen Shiquan said to himself.
Chen Shiquan suddenly slapped the back of his head: Oops! Oops! Could it be that my nephew was deceived?
He looked around and didn't find Lin Yuan, so he shouted: "Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan..."
"Uncle, I'm here." Lin Yuan raised a hand from behind the piled paintings.
Chen Shiquan pointed to the paintings and asked: "What are these?"
Lin Yuan explained with a smile: "These are paintings, ready to be mailed to fans."
"So big?" Chen Shiquan said a little distressed.
He knew that Lin Yuan occasionally gave benefits to fans in the live broadcast room, but sending forty or fifty paintings at a time would definitely cost a lot of money! To be honest, he couldn't bear it.
"Among these works, only five paintings were given to my brothers in the live broadcast studio as a gift, and the rest were bought with their own money."
"Why? These paintings..." Chen Shiquan asked puzzledly.
I asked you to go out and have fun, but you helped others do shopping. I'm almost scared to death of you!
Lin Yuan told Chen Shiquan the whole story.
At this time, Chen Shiquan completely let go of his hanging heart. Although he usually seems unreliable, his concern for Lin Yuan cannot be faked. Otherwise, when Lin Yuan has no better way out, he will not be allowed to come out and work hard together.
In fact, Chen Shiquan just wanted to take Lin Yuan with him and take care of him as much as possible.
When he heard the last part, Chen Shiquan got excited and said, "What? You picked up a famous painting worth more than one million US dollars! Where is it, let me see it quickly!"
The old uncle took over Jackson Pollock's masterpiece, and his mind was in a mess. To him, it looked like graffiti like ghost drawings.
He couldn't help but wonder: Is this really a painting by a celebrity?
Lin Yuan promptly answered the question: "Here's the signature!"
"Xiao Yuan, what do you want to do with this painting?" Chen Shiquan asked Lin Yuan.
After all, this painting belongs to Lin Yuan, so you need to ask Lin Yuan's opinion first.
"You figure it out!" After saying that, Lin Yuan immersed himself in writing again.
"That's okay!"
Since his nephew trusted him so much, what else could he say? Try to get a good price!
certainly! The premise is that the painting is genuine.
Chen Shiquan was self-aware and thought that his appraisal level would definitely not be able to identify the authenticity of this painting. Lin Yuan had only been in the industry for a short time and had not laid a solid foundation. How high could his appraisal level be?
Taking the painting, Chen Shiquan went out again. He planned to go to Uncle De's shop and ask Uncle De to take a look at it to see if the painting was authentic.
When he came to Debaozhai, he saw that Uncle De happened to be there, and Chen Shiquan hurriedly went up to say hello.
Uncle De pinched his nose and said dissatisfied: "I went drinking again in broad daylight. Can I be more sexually active..."
It feels a bit like I hate the fact that iron cannot become steel.
Chen Shiquan, who smelled of alcohol, smiled sarcastically and felt a little regretful: If he was too anxious to come out, he should change his clothes first, because Uncle De had told him many times about drinking during the day.
"Tell me! What do you want to see me for?"
"Let Uncle De help me look at something."
Uncle De said angrily: "Isn't it the one you picked up from the stall just now? Then I don't have the time."
"My nephew picked this up." "Lin Yuan?" Uncle De said in surprise, "Then let's take a look."
After a while, Uncle De discovered the clues, found the signature in the painting, and looked at it carefully for a while.
"It should be true."
Uncle De was not 100% sure that he was right. After all, he was not into calligraphy and painting, especially Western painting.
Anyone who is a collector knows that when a person talks about what he collects, it just means that he is better at this kind of identification and appreciation. But in the antique world, many things are interlinked. If you see more and touch more, you will often be able to draw inferences and draw inferences. Even if you are not good at identifying antiques, you will have a good ability.
"As long as it's true!" Chen Shiquan simply omitted the word "should".
"You should take action on this painting, right?"
Chen Shiquan nodded: "Uncle De, what suggestions do you have?"
"I suggest sending it for photography."
To send for auction means to send it for auction.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
"Sent for auction? But I don't know anyone from the auction company." As he spoke, Chen Shiquan glanced at Uncle De.
Of course he knew auctioning was the best option.
Uncle De said angrily: "Okay, I'll contact you."
After speaking, Uncle De took out his mobile phone and dialed a number in front of Chen Shiquan.
"Hello! Ryan, I have a painting by Jackson Pollock here. Are you interested?"
"What? Jackson Pollock?" A shocked and unbelievable voice came from the other end of the phone.
Uncle De repeated: "Yes, are you interested in Jackson Pollock's paintings?"
"Of course I'm interested! I happen to be in San Francisco. I'll be there right away." Before hanging up the phone, there was a sudden "pop" sound, as if something fell to the ground and broke.
Uncle De explained to Chen Shiquan that Ryan was an appraiser at the New York office of Christie's auction house.
After meeting by chance, the two got along well and collaborated several times, so they often kept in touch.
In the antique world, Christie’s is well-known.
Christie's auction house was founded in 1766, during the middle period of the reign of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. It has a history of more than 250 years. It is one of the world's leading auction companies and is headquartered in London, England.
It mainly auctions high-end commodities such as art, antiques, and jewelry. It has offices in many countries and regions around the world, and large-scale international auction centers in New York, London, Paris and Geneva.
Christie's holds several major auctions every year, attracting buyers and sellers from around the world.
In addition, Christie's auction house also provides a series of supporting services such as appraisal, valuation, and exhibition to provide collectors and investors with comprehensive support.
"Leave the painting here for now. Go back and change your clothes quickly. This stink all over your body is shameless for you, but I'm still shameless!" After hanging up the phone, Uncle De drove Chen Shiquan away.
Chen Shiquan smiled and hurried back.
After arriving home, watching him rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, Lin Yuan asked him: "Uncle, what are you looking for?"
"Change your clothes."
Lin Yuan: "..."
He had seen the old uncle's clothes, but none of them were decent. Wearing any outfit when going out to beg would not feel out of place at all.
"Uncle, go buy some clothes when you have time!" he advised.
(End of chapter)