Chapter 631 Sketch Manuscript #2

Zhuang Rui didn't know why Renault didn't find these sketches, because when Zhuang Rui took out these sketches, he could easily distinguish the level of transformation on the sketch paper of dozens of paintings, which was much higher than the old Renault's painting level.

"Thirty-two..."

After carefully checking those black-and-white sketches, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but be excited, because he even saw a handwritten signature of Picasso on a sketch. Although the font was sloppy, Zhuang Rui still recognized it.

However, when he saw this sketch, Zhuang Rui's heart also mentioned it, because he was afraid that Renault would also find Picasso's signature. In that case, he didn't have to think about his own thoughts.

"Mr. Renault, I don't know how you plan to sell these paintings?"

After confusing Picasso's more than 30 sketches with many old Renault works, Zhuang Rui turned his face to Renault, who was sitting outside and waiting.

"What price can you pay for this... Mr. Zhuang?"

I was just saying that Renault, as a souvenir of my grandfather, is not for sale, but at this time, he pretended to be a profiteer.

It's just that Renault didn't know that his grandfather had received dozens of sketches given by Picasso, and the only thing he knew was his father. However, more than a decade ago, Renault's father went to see his grandfather because of a plane crash, and these sketches have been kept in the kraft paper envelope and sealed until now.

"Your grandfather's paintings are of great help to my study foreign painting art. I think, in this box of paintings, I will take a stack and pay you 20,000 euros. Do you think this is okay?"

Zhuang Rui thought about it and gave Renault's answer. He didn't want to calculate according to Zhang, otherwise, when checking, Renault might find Picasso's sketches that were completely different from the old Renault's.

After hearing Zhuang Rui's quotation, Renault pondered there for a while and raised his head and said, "20,000 euros, Mr. Zhuang, you know, these are my grandfather's works. Each sketch is like my grandfather's child. This price..."

"Damn it, it's enough for your grandfather to have a grandson like you, grandma. There are tens of thousands of sketches in several boxes here. Did your grandma give birth to so much?"

Zhuang Rui cursed angrily in his heart, but he knew very well that this was just a means for Renault to bargain.

"30,000 euros, buy 100 sketches, Mr. Renault, you know, if your grandfather is not a friend of Picasso, I won't pay this price..."

Zhuang Rui said slowly and showed an attitude that you didn't sell me and left immediately.

"Well, I think 30,000 euros is in line with my grandfather's value, Mr. Zhuang, you can choose..."

Renault also saw that 30,000 euros should be Zhuang Rui's reserve price. If we continue to talk about it, maybe it will be empty today, so he nodded and agreed.

In fact, Zhuang Rui's first offer price is not low, 20,000 euros, which is enough to buy an oil painting of a rising star in Paris. Just adhering to the habit of doing business, Renault raised the price.

After hearing Renault's words, Zhuang Rui was secretly happy, but on the surface, he was silent. He picked it up in the manuscript in the box and seemed to take out the drawings casually, but in fact, he hid all the thirty-two Picasso sketches into it.

The sketches in these boxes are basically the same sketch paper, and they are all eight-open and four-open. Unless you look carefully one by one, you can't see any difference from the outside.

Zhuang Rui patted a pile of drawings held in his left hand, looked at Renault and asked, "A total of 100 pieces, Mr. Renault, do you want to check it?"

When asking this, Zhuang Rui's heart also mentioned it. If Renault really inspects one by one, he will definitely see the clue. He bet that Renault has seen these sketches before and will not check them again.

"Oh, no, Mr. Zhuang, I don't know how you pay? Is it credit card or cash?

As Zhuang Rui thought, the sketches and optimizations in these boxes have been sorted out by Renault himself. Now that they have been sold, Renault is certainly too lazy to check again. Now what he is most concerned about is how to get his own 30,000 euros?

Looking at the thick stack of paintings in his hand, Zhuang Ruiqiangzi suppressed his excitement and said, "Let's swipe the card. Let's go back to your store?"

Renault shrugged his shoulders when he heard the words and said, "There's no way. I have to go back to the store. I'll find something to put these sketches for you first..."

While talking, Renault found a canvas bag for the drawing board from the corner and handed it to Zhuang Rui. After Zhuang Rui carefully put the manuscript in, he zipped it up and carried the belt on his shoulder. Until now, Zhuang Rui's heart was completely put down.

"Xianbing, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long..."

After coming out of the small room in the basement, Zhuang Rui took Qin Xuanbing's hand with some guilt. Originally, he was going shopping with her today, but in the end, it turned into his own Taobao trip.

"What are you talking about? I'm very happy to be with you..."

Qin Xuanbing pretended to be ashamed and twisted Zhuang Rui's waist, but then she saw the drawing board bag behind him and asked curiously, "What did you buy here?" How much did it cost?

Qin Xuanbing is reading a book about European classical jewelry. She has never paid attention to the transaction between Zhuang Rui and Renault, so she asked such a question.

"It's Mr. Reno's grandfather's sketch, which is very helpful for me to study European art. Go back and show you..."

Zhuang Rui looked at Renault walking in front of him and vaguely explained to Qin Xuanbing in Chinese. He didn't dare to say it too thoroughly. Who knows if Renault will listen to Chinese?

Qin Xuanbing looked at Zhuang Rui strangely. She knew her prospective husband very well. If there was no benefit, Zhuang Rui would not take action easily, which was a little strange compared with those sketches.

After returning to Renault's handicraft store, Zhuang Rui took out the card, swiped 30,000 euros, and then refused Renault's request to let him see what he liked again, and left the quiet street with Qin Xuanbing.

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"Haha, get rich!!!"

As soon as he entered the hotel room, Zhuang Rui kicked the door with his heel, picked up Qin Xuanbing up, and excitedly kissed Qin Xuanbing's red and tender lips.

"Uh...Uh...Uh...Reld it, I'm suffocated, honey, what's so excited about?"

Qin Xuanbing was a little breathless by Zhuang Rui's relatives. She finally pushed away Zhuang Rui and asked inexplicably. Didn't she just buy a few sketches and a bronze mirror mother? As for being so happy?

"Speak later, I can't hold back..."

Zhuang Rui had long been confused by Qin Xuanbing's body fragrance. At this time, he had already carried Qin Xuanbing to the bed, sent his hands forward, and his body rushed up (2000 words are omitted here)

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"Okay, tell me, why are you so excited?"

Half an hour later, the clouds and rain first stopped. Qin Xuanbing put her long hair behind her head, stretched out her white arm like white jade, and hugged Zhuang Rui. She could feel that Zhuang Rui was particularly excited today. Needless to say, he must have found something precious.

"Hey hey, we also came to foreign countries today to be a robber!"

Zhuang Rui's big hands are still swimming on Qin Xuanbing. Occasionally, when he meets some ** places, it will attract Qin Xuanbing's delicate voice.

"Look at your happiness, as if the painting is Van Gogh?"

Qin Xuanbing turned Zhuang Rui's eyes white and suddenly grabbed Zhuang Rui's wrist with her hand, because she felt that Zhuang Rui's right hand touched the muddy place of her lower body. Now Qin Xuanbing couldn't help whipping.

"Haha, Van Gogh doesn't have it, but there is Picasso's..."

Zhuang Rui withdrew his hand, pinched Qin Xuanbing's towering chest fiercely, then jumped up from ** and took out the canvas bag that had just been thrown on the ground.

At the beginning, Qin Xuanbing was ashamed to tighten her head into the quilt by Zhuang Rui's masculine body. However, after seeing Zhuang Rui go to bed with a canvas bag, she couldn't help but be curious. She took the nightgown placed at the head of the bed and sat up straight.

"Let's get up and read it. Don't destroy these sketches..."

Zhuang Rui thought for a moment, put on a bathrobe, took the bag and walked to the sofa to talk about which thick sketch was placed on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa.

"This one is Picasso's, this one is not..."

Zhuang Rui took out a pair of white gloves for identifying cultural relics from his suitcase and began to sort out Picasso's sketch manuscript. For him, this work is extremely simple, and he only needs to distinguish whether there is aura in it.

"Boh, hooligan!"

Suddenly, Qin Xuanbing, sitting next to Zhuang Rui, saw a sketch and spat. Hearing Zhuang Rui inexplicably, he turned his face to look at the painting in his hand and couldn't help laughing.

"Xianbing, you have also stayed abroad, and you even resist this?"

Zhuang Rui joked with Qin Xuanbing while smiling. This sketch is a woman's ** image. The plump **, slender waist, mysterious dark triangle, are all presented by the author on the painting, and even the facial expression is clearly seen.

"It's not resistance, but Picasso is a hooligan. You can't learn from him..."

Qin Xuanbing has been in London and Paris for several years. How can she not know Picasso? She knows much more clearly than Zhuang Rui.

"Honey, this is art. Don't you let me see this? All right, then I'll put this one away..."

Seeing Qin Xuanbing's resolute attitude, Zhuang Rui dispelled the idea of comparing the differences between Chinese and foreign women. E