Chen Zhongguo knew Muharrod.
He was a very famous collector in New York.
He had visited his shop many times.
Upon hearing Muharrod's words, Chen Zhongguo said, "That painting was just bought!"
Muharrod gasped, "It was bought? How much did you sell it for?"
Chen Zhongguo: "Five hundred r
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The bustling streets of New York.
Chen Nan and Xu Qingxin strolled through the streets.
He said, "Monet suffered from a severe eye disease. He underwent surgery and recovered in 1923. After that, he continued to revise his earlier work 'Water Lilies.'"
"That painting seems to be in a French museum now."
"But as an artist, who wouldn't want a final masterpiece?"
"I have a premonition that this painting is definitely Monet's final masterpiece."
"However, there are no historical records of this painting, so... proving that this painting came from Monet's hand is still a very challenging task."
Chen Nan was a little troubled.
Before the Renaissance in the Western world, many masters' works were unsigned.
Therefore.
Even if he guessed that the painting in his hand was from Monet, no one would believe him.
Xu Qingxin sighed, "There is a significant difference between Eastern and Western cultures."
"Take the great calligraphers and painters in our country's history, for example. They would leave their signatures and seals on their works."
"But the West is different."
Chen Nan smiled, "You can understand it as their lack of confidence in Western culture."
Xu Qingxin quickly made a shushing gesture, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Saying such things domestically is fine, but questioning Western culture here, do you want to be mobbed?"
Chen Nan was displeased, "They clearly lack confidence in their own culture, so why can't I talk about it?"
At this moment.
A black Mercedes van stopped by the roadside.
Then Muharrod got out of the car, a faint smile on his face, "Young man, may I ask if you just came out of an antique shop in Chinatown?"
Chen Nan was full of surprise.
Good heavens!
A foreigner spoke fluent Chinese.
It seemed like everyone in the world was speaking Chinese!
Chen Nan replied, "Yes, is there a problem?"
"Hello, my name is Muharrod, and I am a collector," Muharrod said. "May I see the painting you have?"
Chen Nan's eyes lit up.
Oh ho!
So there was someone who recognized its value!
Could it be that he knew it was Monet's final masterpiece?
If so, it would be much more interesting.
Chen Nan smiled, "Alright, let's find a quiet place, and I don't mind showing it to you."
"Please get in the car!"
Muharrod made an inviting gesture.
Chen Nan and Xu Qingxin got into the car and followed Muharrod to a seaside villa area.
This was Muharrod's home.
The house was filled with many Eastern and Western antiques, appearing dazzling and overwhelming.
Of course.
At this moment, Muharrod's mind was focused on the painting in Chen Nan's hand.
He put on white gloves, unfolded the painting, laid it flat on the table, and then picked up a magnifying glass to examine it carefully.
Ten minutes later.
He verified the authenticity of the painting and looked at Chen Nan excitedly, "Mr. Chen, are you willing to sell this painting? If you are willing to sell it, I can buy it. You can name your price."
Chen Nan said, "I'm sorry, I have no intention of selling this painting at the moment. Even if I were to sell it, I would do so through an auction."
Monet's final masterpiece.
A work that corresponded with 'Impression, Sunrise' from beginning to end.
This premise alone could give the oil painting a terrifying value.
Therefore.
Chen Nan would not sell this painting to Muharrod.
Muharrod was full of regret, "Since that's the case, I won't take what you cherish. May I exchange contact information with Mr. Chen? If you really decide to auction this painting, please contact me immediately."
"That can be arranged." Chen Nan and Muharrod exchanged contact information.
Muharrod suddenly said, "Mr. Chen, there's a small exhibition tomorrow. I wonder if you're interested in attending?"
Although Chen Nan was young.
And came from the East.
Just the fact that he could recognize a Monet original proved that this person had real talent.
Therefore.
He wanted to befriend Chen Nan.
Chen Nan's heart stirred, "What kind of exhibition is it?"
Muharrod replied, "It's an exhibition hosted by Mr. Rockefeller Cloud. You are from the ancient East, so you might not know this name."
"But
This was like timely help, wasn't it?
He said, "Since Mr. Muharrod has kindly invited me, I will accompany you tomorrow to broaden my horizons!"
Muharrod smiled, "Alright. Tell me the hotel where you're staying, and I'll have someone pick you up tomorrow evening."
Chen Nan gave Muharrod his hotel address.
A sense of anticipation arose in his heart.
Liangzhou Ding!
Here I come!