"Speak your purpose!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng pulled himself out of the battle between heaven and man, turned around and smiled, and said sincerely, "To be honest, I came to you at the beginning to make money by using you. Of course, this idea has not changed now. But I suddenly became very interested in your past experience. If you want, I can tell you. Maybe I can help you, and you can make money for me more at the end, right?"

Yang Cheng's truth is that ordinary people would have been absent-minded, and it is no one who can tell the story of using people to make money so openly.

Unfortunately, this Z.H is not an ordinary person at first sight. She keeps a room of treasures and doesn't dig it, but instead makes her mess with people who are not human or ghost. Can she be a normal person?

"Then you can leave, I have no interest in telling you about my affairs." Z.H's brush and paint board that he had just put down were picked up again, and he was about to treat Yang Cheng as air and started painting.

Yang Cheng didn't mind, but let her go, exposed the pair of "Mona Lisa", compared it with her big mother's finger, and asked, as if she was talking to herself, "Didn't this "Mona Lisa" painted by you?"

The movement of Z.H to tune the pigment had a clear stagnation, and some of them wanted to cover up the truth, "I painted the paintings here."

He paused and added in a self-deprecating tone, "I imitated it."

Yang Cheng nodded, as if he believed his words, and asked with a smile, "Since that's the case, then you should sell me this "Mona Lisa"? I like it very much, and I'm going to take it home and hang it to enjoy it. How much is the right amount?"

"No!" Z.H's quick and firm rejection made Yang Cheng's vague guess more and more certain.

As if you didn't hear it, you offered your own price, "How about $500,000? With this money, you can change to a more comfortable environment to paint."

Z.H raised her tone, and her pair of skeleton eyes finally had emotional fluctuations, and she shouted excitedly, "I said, don't sell it!"

Yang Cheng spread his hands and asked in confusion, "Anyway, it was you who imitated it. If you can draw one, you can draw the second one. Why not sell it to improve your quality of life? Could it be..."

"No, I said I wouldn't sell it, just don't sell it." Z.H interrupted Yang Cheng's words with a tough stance.

Z.H's behavior is like an old hen protecting a chicken. How can a strange mood make people not doubt it?

Yang Cheng didn't care much about this topic. He put his hands in his pockets and shuttled between a bunch of painting boards. He suddenly asked, "Have you never thought about drawing a work of your own? It's not an exaggeration to say that your skills are the pinnacle of contemporary painters!"

After walking around, he really didn't find any original work here, all of which were copied. It is undeniable that his skill is superb. Even in such a dilapidated environment, he can give people a sense of déjà vu. However, there is no original work here that makes Yang Cheng look unfamiliar, as if it was an original work from his hand.

The only regret made Yang Cheng feel extremely regretful, and of course he still has a deep understanding.

In theory, from the perspective of a normal person, a painter has unparalleled painting skills, and even in order to imitate master's works, he also knows the ability to make paintings old. Such a genius painter will never have the ambition to draw a classic work of his own that can be remembered forever.

But the reality is that there are dozens or hundreds of works in this room that really belong to him, unless there is a darkroom here, but the layout of this old-fashioned building is very fixed, and you can tell at a glance what the internal structure is like. There is basically no space for darkrooms.

Yang Cheng decided to attack Z.H's hard and thick atrium from another angle, "Do you know your Degas bath~ how much does it cost for a woman to sell?"

Looking at Z.H's slightly moved brow, he asked and answered, "6 million! US dollars! Even the professional appraisers of the insurance company regard it as the original work of Degas. Unfortunately, you made a small but fatal mistake. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the chance to come here to communicate with you face to face."

Z.H said with disdainful expression, "Are you referring to the light problem? Hahaha, that was the secret door I deliberately left behind. Who would have thought that those so-called professional idiots didn't even notice this problem, but in the end, you, an outsider, were really idiots!"

Yang Cheng quietly looked at Z.H, who was crazy and thought to himself, "It was indeed intentional? Yes, this person's technology is perfect, how could it leave such an obvious loophole?"

"6 million? Hum~ People who sell paintings are idiots, and those who buy paintings are even idiots. They deserve to be fooled, hahahaha~" Z.H laughed at herself, just like a child's prank, and even has the same effect as Yang Cheng's mood after using IQ to crush the victory. Yang Cheng can understand that this is the pride of genius.

But he still deliberately stimulated, "Don't you envy, jealous and hateful? You should know that the 6 million US dollars should not be given a dollar in the end."

Z.H's laughter came to an abrupt end, and she stared at Yang Cheng with an idiot's eyes, "Why should I be envious? There is hatred. If it weren't for 'them', I wouldn't have lived like this now."

"They" are "they", who is this "they"? What did they do to Z.H? What hatred and resentment between them? Yang Cheng is now like Conan wandering in the world of reasoning, relying on the few clues to infer the truth of the matter. However, Conan only lives in cartoons.

Yang Cheng did not take the opportunity to ask who "they" were, but instead tried in a roundabout way, "Otherwise, 'they' are not there anyway. You can sell me a few paintings, and the price is 500,000 US dollars, and use this money to exchange for a better environment for yourself."

Z.H was completely uninterested in this seemingly tempting suggestion and sighed with his fate, "It's useless. No matter where I hide, 'they' will find me. On the contrary, it's the safest place. At least 'they' dare not come over at will, worried about being robbed or even losing ****, hahaha!"

Yang Cheng's eyes lit up, and he got another useful clue. "They" seem to be literati, or people without the ability to "arm" are easy to deal with. As long as they are not super rich or political leaders, others will not pose too much threat to Yang Cheng, because whether they are rich or high-ranking officials, it is not difficult to hire bodyguards or thugs to protect themselves.

From Z.H's words, I learned that living here can avoid "their" disturbances as much as possible, because "they" are afraid of the nearby black gangs and dare not come over easily?
Chapter completed!