Chapter 3 Chapter 1 Identification

Sometimes I feel really depressed, and many things cannot be grasped as expected. So some people say that plans are never as good as change, which is true. Just like taking a picture, in fact, it only takes one second to take a picture. However, it takes at least two hours for girls to put on makeup, and one hour for boys to comb their hair. Then the photographer yelled, moved closer, moved closer, smiled, and it took another hour. Boring, really boring. I remember reading such a story: Someone's old classmate was very rich.He started a software company, developed a series of software, and the business grew bigger and bigger.

His friend invited him to dinner one day, and the man came to the hotel where the friend was staying, and saw a man who looked like a college student standing in front of the friend for an interview. "How about it!" said his friend, "I have a magic cube here, can you make it into six sides and six colors? You see clearly, I will show you a demonstration." With that said, my friend lifted the magic square.After a while, the magic square was pulled. "Have you seen it?" The friend said to the college student, "You should do it too." The college student was holding a Rubik's cube with a look of embarrassment on his face.

His old classmates saw him and said to the college students: "If you haven't thought about it, you can take the Rubik's cube back and think about it. I won't leave until Friday." After the college student left, the man asked his friend, "Why, is this your original test question?" "Of course not! This person has a backer. I'm embarrassed not to want him, so I set up a question to test him, so that I can arrange a suitable position for him." The friend felt helpless. "If I," said the man, "I'm not as smart as you, I'd take the Rubik's cubes apart and put them back together one by one."

"If only he did that. It shows he's a daredevil and can work on the market." "What about other ways?" the man asked. The friend replied humorously: "Nowadays, children don't play Rubik's cube anymore, so I don't believe he can solve it right away. "If he paints out the six sides with paint, it means that he is very creative and can work in the software development department. If he brings back the Rubik's cube this afternoon, it means that he is very smart and has strong comprehension ability. The assistant is the most suitable. "If he gets the Rubik's Cube back before Wednesday, it means he has consulted someone, which means he is very popular and can let him work in the customer service department. If he gets it back before I leave, it means he is hardworking and willing to work. It's okay to work as a low-level programmer. If he finally gets it back and says he still can't, it means that he is honest and can do custodial and financial work. But if he doesn't get it back, there is nothing I can do."

I see!The man nodded his head in admiration. The next night, his friend invited him to dinner again.At the dinner table, the man asked about the Rubik's Cube. This time, my friend was a little elated. "That college student, I'm going to make a decision. He returned the Rubik's cube to me this morning. Guess what? He bought me a new Rubik's cube! He smiled and said to me: 'Your Rubik's cube, I You can't get it back by flipping it around. So I bought a new one, it's bigger and more flexible than your old one!'” "What does that mean?" the man asked.

His friend lowered his voice and quietly replied: "He is definitely a good material for piracy!" Life is really like this, no matter how useless you are, there is always one thing where you shine, heat up, and are good at. So, Zhang Ke, who is lying on the hospital bed now, this confused guy with no merits, what is it because of the light and heat that made the old fox Huangfu Samsung promote him to the sales department? The position of director? I am afraid that the answer to the riddle can only be known by asking Huangfu Sanxing. Zhang Ke's girlfriend, Zhao Qian'er, was sitting in front of the hospital bed, holding Zhang Ke's left hand tightly with both hands, and her wedding ring was firmly worn on her ring finger.

She looked at her boyfriend's tightly closed eyes, watched the infusion tube silently flow the nutrients necessary for survival into his body, and then her eyes stopped on her slender white fingers again. In her eyes, there is an indescribable loneliness and sadness. Some people say that the blood leading to the heart is on the ring finger.However, the man who tightly tied her ring finger with a ring is now like a vegetable, and he doesn't know when he will wake up. She was so scared, so afraid that he would fall into a deep sleep forever, and even more afraid that one day she would change her mind and not wait for him to wake up...

Ye Yuxin hugged my arm and suddenly felt wet, and I realized that she also started to cry at some point. Alas, women are indeed a kind of animal that is easily infected with sadness. I handed her a tissue, sighed, and looked at Zhao Qianer's back. Generally speaking, she is a very strong woman with her own opinions, which is completely different from that guy Zhang Ke.The only downside is that he actually likes people like Zhang Ke, life is indeed full of unpredictable! That confused guy Zhang Ke, although he didn't spend much time with him, and he was still sleeping while driving, which almost killed three of us in one car, but I still like his character very much.

He is indeed very off-line, but he is very sincere, with him, there is no need to guess or intrigue.Also, he's really funny. Alas, God is really unfair. Didn't you say that fools don't get serious illnesses?He would turn into a vegetable because of brain death, leaving behind his girlfriend who loved him so much... I couldn't think any more, I shook my head vigorously, gently pulled Ye Yuxin, and walked out of the ward. The tears on Yu Xin's long eyelashes were still wet, and her ruddy lips were trembling slightly. She choked up at me and whispered softly: "Sister Qian'er told me a lot about Brother Zhang Ke just now. She said that although he is a very careless and careless person, she just loves him very much. I don't know Why... Brother Xiaoye, is human life really so fragile? That big brother led us around a few days ago!"

I sighed, shook my head noncommittally, and said nothing. Things are really a mess recently, like a mess without any clue.I was annoyed and a little overwhelmed. Suddenly the phone rang, it was the second uncle.As soon as I listened to what he said, I hurriedly dragged Yu Xin out of the hospital. Yu Xin asked in bewilderment, "What happened?" Without turning my head, I replied, "Let's go to the Academy of Fine Arts in the city. The 'Red Vineyard' we picked up has almost been appraised." By the time we arrived at the Academy of Fine Arts, it was already more than an hour later.

As soon as I saw my second uncle, I gasped and asked nervously, "How did it turn out?" The second uncle's smile was very stiff, no matter how you looked at it, it felt weird. He glanced at a man in his sixties beside him, and introduced, "This is Professor Wang Kun, the dean of the research institute." I immediately stretched out my hand politely: "Hi, Professor Wang, how is the result of that painting?" This serious-looking professor also looked anxious. He shook my hand vigorously, and asked me in a slightly excited voice: "Professor Ye told me that you found this painting, but you refused to tell me the details. Can you let me know where you found it?" the painting?" I looked at the second uncle calmly, and calmed down: "I will tell you the specific situation later, and tell me the result first!" Professor Wang Kun nodded helplessly, and led us into his research room, "I have started to appraise this painting since it was brought in, but the result is really unbelievable." After taking a look at us, he explained: "Let's talk about how to distinguish the authenticity of a famous painting. Specifically, there are four steps, such as this 'Red Vineyard'." He pointed to the painting I picked up on the opposite side, "As we all know, this painting was painted by Van Gogh in November 1888. To verify its authenticity, the first step, we will first The author’s style at that time period is compared. Then, we will find out the pigments commonly used in Europe in 1888 and compare them with a microscope to see if they are the same. The third step is to sign.” Professor Wang Kun pointed to the signature of "Red Vineyard" and said: "Everyone's handwriting is different, so the author's signature is often the most important factor in judging the authenticity of a painting. The last step is to use radiation Detect the age of the canvas." Speaking of this, Professor Wang Kun's face showed deep confusion: "I spent several days to carefully identify this painting. The first, second, and third steps all show that it is authentic. But After irradiating with radiation, there was a very strange result!" He took a deep look at the three of us, his voice was clear, but his tone trembled slightly: "Canvas, the canvas is too new! Although it is the same as the canvas made in France in 1888, no matter the style or the raw materials, it is the same. Yes, but the radiation points out that the canvas should not have been out of the factory for more than four years." "What do you mean?" Yuxin and the second uncle couldn't turn their minds for a while. I tidied up my thoughts, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible: "You mean, this painting is fake? Is it a fake made in recent years?" "No." Professor Wang Kun shook his head again in bewilderment, "No one can fake such a real painting. It's just the problem with the canvas, which confuses me. No matter how you look at it, this painting should be real .” "Whether it's true or not, please clarify." I became a little impatient. Professor Wang clasped his head tightly in distress, and said loudly, "I don't know. Based on my forty years of identification experience, it is true. But the canvas... the canvas!" "There is no need to guess, I have the simplest method here." I interrupted him rudely: "The 'Red Vineyard' by Van Gogh should be preserved in the Pushkin Museum in Moscow. You can call them and ask about the situation." Professor Wang raised his head, shook his head vigorously, then continued to embrace it with both hands, and said with difficulty: "It's useless, if this painting is real, the one kept in the Pushkin Museum is a fake. If they really bought a fake How can you spread the scandal to the outside world!" I was really speechless, looked at Yu Xin, and said helplessly: "Since there are doubts about this painting, and the doubts are so obvious, it is too early to judge whether it is real." At this moment, a researcher rushed in with a newspaper. He panted heavily, and his voice was very tense: "Dean Wang, there is a news in today's newspaper about the 'Red Vineyard', which has been stolen!" These words immediately caused an uproar in this small research room. Everyone stood up from their chairs in shock, their whole bodies were stiff, and they were so surprised that they almost forgot to breathe. Professor Wang Kun couldn't wait to grab the newspaper, and the three of us also put our heads together. I saw the headline on the front page of the morning newspaper, clearly writing the headline in two large characters: The Pushkin Museum was stolen, Van Gogh's "Red Vineyard" disappeared. The general idea is that a week ago, the "Red Vineyard" in the safe of the Pushkin Museum disappeared, but the strange thing is that there was no trace of theft at the scene. The police's involvement and undercover investigation preliminarily ruled out the possibility of an insider. The Pushkin Museum originally wanted to conceal the facts, but in the end, because a staff member couldn't help telling his wife, the secret was leaked out. There are many doubts in this case, and the Russian police are still investigating further. We carefully read the relevant reports in the newspaper, and sat back in our chairs without making a sound. For a long time, no one was willing to speak to break the silence. I smiled wryly, and said softly: "A week ago, what a coincidence, we discovered this painting seven days ago." Yu Xin asked in confusion: "Brother Xiao Ye, that's strange. Why did the newspaper say that the painting disappeared in a safe? Didn't you tell me before that it was hung in a museum for people to exhibit and watch?" "Fool." I looked at Professor Wang Kun, then looked at my second uncle, and said, "Generally speaking, works of art are very fragile. Especially paintings, no matter what materials are used for paintings, they will last for more than a hundred years. Time and external factors are enough to tear them to pieces. Therefore, almost all the artworks exhibited in museums are replicas, and the real paintings will be kept in a low-temperature safe to avoid damage.” Yu Xin nodded knowingly, curled her lips, and said, "Cut, I won't go to museums anymore. Since they are not real things, there is nothing to see. Why don't you pay for a picture album?" After hearing her harsh words, both Professor Wang Kun and the second uncle couldn't bear it anymore.I smiled secretly, and my eyes once again fixed on the newspaper. The reporter who wrote this headline is very good, and there is a lot to say, and there are many meanings that are not said in the article. Since the police found no trace of theft and ruled out the possibility of an insider, how did the "red vineyard" disappear? Also, if it was stolen, why did the thieves just steal a painting and ignore the vast collection in the safe? Since he was able to sneak into the heavily guarded safe of the Pushkin Museum without being detected, the thief should have made perfect preparations. He or they definitely have extremely clever means, and the cost of equipment and the collection of data and information will also cost a huge amount of money. With so much painstaking effort, why did they only take away one painting? Before I knew it, the man who passed out next to Lu Yu's coffin appeared in my mind a week ago. That man is extremely smart. If it was his skill, he should have the possibility to sneak into the Pushkin Museum and steal the painting. Moreover, this puzzling painting was found next to the place where he was found. Stretching my hand into my trouser pocket, I touched the ring I took off from the man's ring finger, and laughed inexplicably. Will this ring, which seems very important to him, bring him to me? Hehe, suddenly I'm looking forward to it......