After handing the note to the female clerk, Zhang Junping continued to take everyone to visit galleries, art stores, and major luxury stores.

At noon, Zhang Junping took them to an Italian restaurant again.

This Italian restaurant also has three Michelin stars.

“Michelin, a company that produces tires, created an art guide and it actually became a benchmark in the food industry.

Mr. Lu, Mr. Lou, I think you should study the secret of his success." After ordering, Zhang Junping said to Lu Zhaode and Lou Xinying with a smile.

"Manager, we have a lot of feelings this morning. We will study and summarize it later." Lu Zhaode said with a smile.

"Research it carefully!

However, what we are going to study now is Italian food.

Italian food is known as the ancestor of Western food.

It is said that the delicacies of these Western countries all originate from Italy." When the first dish was served, Zhang Junping said with a smile.

The first dish Zhang Junping ordered was spaghetti with soup.

Pasta is a signature dish of Italian cuisine.

There are hundreds of different ways to make just one pasta dish.

The soup pasta ordered by Zhang Junping is one of them.

There are also sauce pasta, seafood braised noodles, egg noodles, etc.

The biggest feeling given to Zhang Junping by pasta is its smooth and chewy texture.

The taste is very good.

The second dish Zhang Junping ordered was steak.

In addition to these two items, Zhang Junping also ordered pizza, desserts, and various seafood dishes.

Everyone had a great time eating, but they were still a little uncomfortable using knives and forks.

After dinner, I drank a cup of coffee and continued shopping.

Until the evening, everyone found a French restaurant and enjoyed delicious food before returning to the hotel.

France is no less than Italy in terms of food.

In fact, Zhang Junping feels that whether it is Italian food or French food, their delicious food comes more from the ingredients.

Good ingredients, only the simplest cooking method is required.

When he returned to the hotel, someone was already waiting for him.

"Hello, sir, I am George Fairburn Stuart. It is an honor to meet you." A middle-aged white man knocked on Zhang Junping's door and introduced himself as a gentleman.

"Hello! I'm Zhang Junping! Please come in and talk!" Zhang Junping smiled and let the other person into the room.

"Mr. Zhang, I received this note and knew that he wanted to see me, so I came." George Fairburn took out Zhang Junping's piece of paper and put it on the table.

"Mr. Stuart, I am the author of the counterfeit." Zhang Junping did not go around the bush and directly stated his identity.

"Are you the author of a counterfeit? What's the proof?" Although he had already guessed, after hearing Zhang Junping's words, George Fairburn was still shocked and asked hurriedly.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Junping said with a smile, then got up and went into the back room, took out a suitcase, opened the suitcase, and took out several unframed oil paintings from inside.

Zhang Junping put the oil painting on the coffee table and motioned to George Fairborn to open it and take a look.

George Fairburn nodded to his men.

A bald, middle-aged white man in his forties and wearing glasses took a step forward, put on gloves, and gently opened the oil painting.

After the balding middle-aged white man opened an oil painting, he was a little disappointed when he took a quick look at it.

This is not a work by a known famous artist, but a very unfamiliar painting.

However, out of an attitude of being responsible to his boss, the bald middle-aged man still made a conscious decision.

After a while, the bald middle-aged man re-rolled the oil painting, put it aside, and then picked up another painting.

The appraisal of each piece was very slow at first, and then gradually became faster.

"Boss, the quality of these paintings is great, comparable to the works of Picasso and Rubens at their peak.

It’s just that there are no imitation marks on it.” After the bald middle-aged white man made the identification, he reported the truth.

"Mr. Zhang, I believe these paintings are your works, but this does not prove that you are imitators.

You should understand that whether it is before, now or in the future, the value of an oil painting is not just its painting level.

But fame!

To put it bluntly, only when someone praises him can a painter become famous and his works valuable." George Fairburn took out a cigar in his spare time, gave it to Zhang Junping, and then lit it on his own.

"Mr. Stuart was very straightforward and honest.

Speaking of which, the more than 300 oil paintings before were just my game works.

I sold those oil paintings to you just to trick you and make my thoughts clearer." Zhang Junping lit a cigarette and said with a smile.

"As for why I tricked you, I am a Chinese. After visiting the Louvre and the Olympiad, it is not difficult to understand why I want to trick you." Zhang Junping said it very calmly, and said that everyone who tricked him was fair and honest.

came out.

"I can understand, but I'm not happy." George Fairburn said coldly.

"I can understand! Anyone else would be unhappy if they were cheated.

This has nothing to do with whether you lose money or not." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"You're right! It's not a matter of losing money or not, it's just that I don't like the feeling of being cheated." George Fairburn laughed.

"I know, so I came here this time to inspect and study in your country on behalf of the Chinese Art Company.

By the way, I would like to have some exchanges with artists from your country.

As for the imitation, what does it have to do with me?" Zhang Junping said with a calm smile.

"But you still left me a note." George Fairburn said with a faint smile.

"Because I found that you are a very interesting person and should be a good partner." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Oh?" George Fairburn sat up straight and looked at Zhang Junping.

"I am the manager of a Chinese art company. The purpose of coming to Paris is very simple, which is to develop the Paris art market.

If you want to open up the market, finding a local to cooperate is the fastest and most convenient way." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"So, why should I cooperate with you?

The market in Paris is so big, why should I give it to you?" George Fairburn stared at Zhang Junping and asked.

"Because I'm an ordinary person!" Zhang Junping said confidently.

"In order to avoid losing money, you have promoted the reputation of counterfeit products.

A miraculous painter whose painting skills are no less than those of Rubens and Leonardo da Vinci, who can perfectly imitate the works of many famous artists.

I believe you don't just want to make money this time." Zhang Junping said with a confident smile.

These French art dealers are more ruthless than him. The oil painting he sold to them for 10 million French francs was fetched at an auction house for a high price of 120 million French francs after being hyped by them.

At an auction for a bald eagle, a super high price of US$60 million was sold.

You know, in this era, those big capitalists have not stopped speculating on art.

Xiaobenzi has not yet signed the Plaza Accord and has not started buying and buying around the world.

The price of oil paintings is not as outrageous as it was in later generations.

The price of 60 million US dollars has exceeded the price of many top oil paintings.

Of course, these data are all hyped by people like George Fairburn.

It's the so-called left hand and right hand.

However, the popularity of counterfeit products has really aroused.

The real transaction price should be no less than 30 million French francs.

"Mr. Zhang, this is France!" George Fairburn chuckled.

"I know!

This is France, a country that values ​​law and order.

China is not the Qing government of a hundred years ago. In the past few decades, countries all over the world should have realized that a different China has stood up.

I know better that Mr. Stuart is a successful businessman." Faced with George Fairburn's threat, Zhang Junping shrugged and said with a smile.

"What can I get?" George Fairburn thought about it and asked with a smile.

Zhang Junping is right in saying that he is a successful businessman.

Successful businessmen only consider maximizing profits.

Unless there is a serious threat to their own interests and there is an irreconcilable conflict, successful businessmen will never choose to use knives to rob or kill.

"Fake imitations, one imitation every year. In the future, there will be no imitations anywhere else except you.

Even in the stores of Chinese art companies, there will be no imitation works." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"One piece is not enough, at least twelve copies a year are enough." George Fairburn laughed, it is easier to talk to smart people.

"Impossible Mr. Stuart, imitation is more troublesome than originality.

I can only guarantee two works a year at most." Zhang Junping shook his head and said firmly.

"Two pieces are too few. You must know that it is not up to me alone to decide whether a Chinese art company wants to enter the Champs Elysées.
To be continued...