Chapter 1887: What hate what

Notting Hill, Port Bellow Market not far from Kensington Palace.
Although it was about 12 o'clock in the morning, the fog had cleared, but the weather was still cold and humid, and the cold wind whizzed straight into the collar, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable.
At this time, it is colder than this ghostly weather, it is the hearts of antique dealers and gallery owners who do business in the Port Bello market!
Of course, if someone is sad, then someone must be happy!
Ye Tian and the others walked over from another street, chatting, laughing, looking at the goods on the antique and second-hand goods stalls on both sides of the street, trying to find something.
Two hours have passed since they arrived at Notting Hill.
In the past two hours, the hapless Port Bellow antique junk market was once again hit by a Category 10 hurricane, less than two months later.
As everyone expected, Ye Tian's trip was not just to come to Notting Hill to buy gifts, but to give them to Prince William and his wife at the evening banquet.
From the moment he arrived at the Port Bellow market, he began to sweep the place frantically, and in less than two hours, he frantically swept a dozen antique artworks.
Although people don't know the origin and specific value of the antique works of art he bought, everyone is very sure that those antique works of art must be valuable, otherwise they will not fall into his eyes!
As for the place that Ye Tian passed by, it was naturally mournful, as if swept by a tornado.
The news that he once again arrived at the Notting Hill Port Bellow market, and once again frantically sweeping here, has spread throughout Notting Hill, and even the entire British antique art collection field.
Hearing this news, everyone was a little bit dumbfounded, and secretly surprised.
Steven, this is so cruel, you can ransack a place in the Port Bellow antique junk market. What is the hatred? As for this?
All the antique dealers and gallery owners who were doing business in Notting Hill and the Port Bellow market all wanted to cry without tears. They gritted their teeth with hatred, wishing to tear up that to feed the dog!
In this way, under countless hateful gazes, Ye Tian and the others had walked to the corner of the street.
There happens to be an elegantly decorated and artistic gallery here, which looks quite attractive.
Seeing this gallery open, Ye Tian immediately gave a hey, then smiled and said to everyone around him:
"Guys, let's take a look at this gallery. If I remember correctly, the gallery was closed when I visited Port Bello last time. I couldn't go in and visit. Now that it's open, you can't miss it."
With that said, he took the lead to walk towards the gallery on the corner of the street, looking excited.
Behind him, David and all of them followed.
While they were talking, the group of them had entered the gallery and disappeared from the cold and humid street.
Seeing this scene, the other antique dealers on the street couldn't help but begin to mourn for the gallery owner, believing that this gallery must not escape the tragic fate of being ransacked.
In the gallery at this time, the gallery owner was looking at Ye Tian and David, who had just entered, with a dull look, and he was so terrified that he even forgot to say hello.
"Good morning, man, I’m Steven. It’s nice to meet you. Your gallery is very nice. It looks very artistic and attractive from the outside, so I came in to visit."
Ye Tian said hello with a smile on his face, and extended his right hand to the gallery owner, behaving very gracefully.
When the voice fell, the gallery owner was finally awakened.
But at this time, he was suffering to the extreme, as if he had eaten a ton of huanglian.
If time can be turned back, he will not hesitate to smash the decoration outside the gallery and sweep away the so-called artistic atmosphere, as long as it does not attract the attention of the in front of him!
It's a pity that going back in time is just a fantasy of idiotic dreams. The bad luck that I escaped by luck last time is no longer able to avoid it this time, and what should come will come after all.
After tidying up his emotions, the gallery owner squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying, shook hands with Ye Tian, ​​and introduced himself:
"Good morning, Mr. Steven, I am also very happy to meet you. It is a great honor. I am Desmond, the owner of this gallery. Welcome to London and welcome to my gallery!"
"Desmond, what a familiar name! If I guessed correctly, your wife must be Molly Jones, and she is a band singer, and you have three children. Am I right? ob-la -di, ob-la-da"
Ye Tian said jokingly, and even hummed twice.
"Hahaha"
There was a lot of laughter at the scene, and everyone burst into laughter, including the gallery owner Desmond.
With this piece of laughter, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a lot easier, and Desmond's expression was not so ugly.
When the laughter subsided, Desmond smiled and shook his head and said:
"Steven, it seems that you are a fan of the Beatles, and I am the same, but my wife is not called Molly Jones. Although I strongly recommend her to change this name, she disagrees, and we only have Two kids!"
There was another laughter at the scene, and everyone laughed again.
After making a few jokes and enlivening the atmosphere, Ye Tian looked at the numerous paintings displayed in the gallery and said with a smile:
"Desmond, the paintings on display in your gallery look good, can I enjoy them? If there are works I like, I don't mind including them."
coming! This greedy is finally about to start, I hope God bless me, don't let me become another hapless looted by madness, another joke in the mouth of my colleagues.
Desmond murmured to himself, and a feeling of imminent disaster immediately rushed into his heart. That feeling was very bad and no one wanted to experience it.
However, he still squeezed out a smile, nodded slightly and said:
"Steven, of course you can admire the paintings here, but I have a gratuitous request. Please be merciful and don't ransack my little gallery. Leave me a little hope!"
Ye Tian gave Desmond a deep look, then nodded with a light smile:
"Don't worry, Desmond, I can't talk about being merciful, let alone looting, it's too exaggerated, it's just that we are all Beatles fans, and I will have a good sense of proportion."
Hearing this, Desmond immediately took a sigh of relief, somewhat relaxed, not so nervous, and even a little bit happy.
He knew very well in his heart that although the guy in front of him was extremely greedy and cruel, he was a veritable cannibal crocodile, but he kept his promises and never broke his words.
More importantly, this guy's vision is extremely sharp. He has never seen it before. Today, he may be looted, or he may be lucky and become the lucky one who was hit by the windfall.
Such things have happened before in the United States, France, Italy and other places, and they have long become legends, and everyone wants to be the lucky ones in these legends!
After a few chats, Ye Tian began to admire the numerous paintings displayed in this gallery, and Desmond followed him to introduce these artworks.
Soon, ten minutes passed.
At this time, Ye Tian and the others had already come to the depths of the gallery, standing in front of the other display wall.
On the wall in front of them, there was a landscape painting with water vapor and a slightly grayish tone.
The painting is a rural landscape near Venice, Italy. The distant view is the endless Mediterranean Sea, with white sails dotted on the azure sea, and the close-up view is the smoky countryside.
This is an idyllic and pastoral beauty. The whole picture seems to exude an atmosphere of ‘pure, tranquil, and graceful’, which is fascinating.
It can be seen from the slightly faded surface of the painting that is full of small cracks and the old classic-style solid wood frame that this painting should have some history.
In fact, the partial classicism style of this landscape oil painting aptly illustrates this point.
Standing in front of this landscape oil painting and enjoying it for a while, Ye Tian turned his head to look at Desmond next to him, and said with a smile:
"Desmond, please introduce this landscape painting. This oil painting looks pretty good. The scenery is beautiful. I don't know if this is the work of that artist? How much is it worth?
I like this kind of realistic-style landscape paintings. They always give people a visual enjoyment. If the price is right, I don’t mind accepting this painting.

Desmond did not respond immediately, but looked suspiciously at the landscape painting hanging on the wall and fell into contemplation.
Seeing his reaction, Ye Tian did not urge, but stood by with a smile, continuing to admire the beautiful scenery in the oil painting on the wall.
After thinking for a moment, Desmond found nothing.
He knew how much this landscape oil painting was before, but now there are still so many, and it is not because Ye Tian has added a star or a half to this oil painting.
Desmond shook his head lightly, seeming to get rid of some unrealistic ideas, and then said with a smile:
"Steven, this classicist style landscape oil painting was purchased from an outside market. There is no author's signature on the painting, so it is impossible to accurately determine who created this painting.
After receiving this painting, I also did some research. According to my judgment, this painting should have been created during the period from the late eighteenth century to the mid-nineteenth century, and the late nineteenth century at the latest.
Judging from the style of painting, the style of this painting is a bit like the famous French landscape painter Lorrain in the 17th century, and a bit like the famous English landscape painter William Turner in the 19th century.
But ~EbookFREE.me~ this is neither Lorraine nor William Turner, but somewhere in between. Lorrain and William Turner are both famous landscape painters, and there are so many painters who learn from them. Crucian carp crossing the river.
Although both Lorraine and William Turner had been to Italy, where they learned painting skills and communicated with local artists, they rarely saw the Venetian scenery in their works.
The painting techniques shown in this painting are quite good, but it is this specious style of painting that affects the value of this painting. Perhaps this is the reason why it fell into the market of Porter Bellow.
There is only so much I can see, Steven, you should be able to see more. The offer for this classicist landscape is 14,000 euros. If you can accept it, it will be yours! "
Without hesitation for a moment, as soon as Desmond's voice fell, Ye Tian immediately stretched out his right hand and said firmly:
"Okay, 14,000 euros, deal, I accept this price"
"what!"
Desmond exclaimed, staring at the same place, staring at Ye Tian dumbfounded.