"This has nothing to do with me. I'm just an introducer. I haven't even received the agency fee. There is no such thing in Japanese law."

The owner grinned.

"Is that true?"

Senior Ueno raised his eyebrows.

"Have you only made this? Did you confiscate every transaction?"

The owner's face sank.

"What do you mean."

"Do I need to remind you which one is there?"

Looking at the owner's appearance, he seemed not planning to make an explanation easily, Senior Ueno said:

"Kanazawa Art Museum, Suwon Art Exhibition, Morishita Auction..."

"Okay! Stop talking! I'll tell you."

The owner broke his defense and finally showed a look of disobedience on his face, which made Senior Ueno unable to hold back his words.

"You guys are waiting for me here."

After the manager said that, he turned to make a phone call.

Su Qi glanced at Senior Ueno, lowered his voice and asked, "How do you know which stores he has made fakes for?"

"I don't know, I just tell you all the art galleries that know something happened, and there will always be them."

After the senior explained this, Su Qi nodded, as if he believed it.

The store manager finished the phone call at this time, turned around and said, "He is at home, let's go find him now."

Several people left the store, turned left and right, and found a row of low-rent apartments, went upstairs, and the owner knocked on the door of an apartment.

"Tamiya, Tamiya, open the door, it's me."

"Click."

The door was opened, and a young man with glasses was behind the door, holding scissors and tape in his hand.

"Shopkeeper, is there anything wrong with me?"

"Someone is looking for you, these two."

The store manager went to Su Qi and Senior Ueno and whispered,

"What's the matter? I've made an appointment with you? I haven't answered it recently..."

Tamura said, "I want to close the door."

"No, something else."

Senior Ueno went up and held the door.

"Buy paintings, buy your paintings."

"Buy my painting?"

Tammuki's face showed a slight surprise.

"Can we go in and see the painting?"

Tamura thought for a while and said:

"Then you guys come in."

"grateful."

Several people entered Tamami's house.

The cheap apartment is very narrow and crowded, and the artist who lives in oil paintings is piled up with lots of canvas boards, and the room has a very heavy smell of pigment.

When Tammyama opened the door just now, Su Qi noticed that there were traces of paint on his nails and fingertips, which was his hand who had been painting for a long time.

However, now several paintings in the house are wrapped in cloth and packed, many items are also packed. I just saw Tamura holding tape and scissors in her hand, and it was probably just packing her luggage.

"You want to move?"

The store manager asked.

"I was paid for the last time that job, and I could change to a better environment."

Taming said.

“…”

The manager showed an embarrassing smile on his face. The one Tamura was talking about was the job, the one.

Su Qi wanted to ask questions directly and get to the point, but Senior Ueno stopped him a little.

The senior squatted down, opened the cloth packaging, looked at the painting, and said:

"Are these good, why not sell them?"

"On average... no one buys it, sir, no one will treat an unknown painter as a work of art, and I don't want to simply make it a decoration."

"So you just sign your own painting with another name?"

Su Qi said.

Tammu's face was slightly dark.

"Are you here to buy paintings?"

"We are from Watanabe Law Firm and represent the insurance company to investigate the theft of Mr. Morishima."

Senior Ueno explained his purpose.

"That painting was stolen?"

Taming was slightly surprised.

"Did that pair come from you?"

Su Qi asked.

"I'm not convenient to answer this."

Taming was not willing to tell the truth, and confessed that Masayoshi Morijima was not sure what happened, he just thought it was a painting.

"Masayoshi Morishima has been arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department."

Su Qi told him.

"Why was he arrested?"

Tamura was stunned.

"It is suspected of using the painting you drew to cheat the insurance."

"Okay, that's really what I painted... He just said he was auctioning as a lot."

"It seems that this is not the first time he has done this?"

"Three paintings, that man has asked me to paint three paintings for him so far. He said that my style is very similar to Dalil, and it can be completely fake and real.

Because he is a top authoritative expert in the circle, his words and research are very important. He has made several research articles and fabricated several paintings, saying that it was Dalier's paintings that he had never published. After a period of time, he discovered and found them from which art collection library..."

"etc!"

Su Qi interrupted him in surprise.

"You are saying that the existence of the painting was made up by Masayoshi Morishima? It doesn't exist at all? That painting was not copied by you?"

"Of course it's not a copy, there is no such painting. This is just that he proposed some characteristics of Dali's paintings and asked me to draw them. The previous two paintings were also taken as items. I heard that he made a lot of money from this."

Irony! It's a huge irony!

Su Qi thought of a group of collectors who claimed to be art and were competing to brag about pursuing a painting with a famous aura, but the truth was that the painting was painted by an unknown painter who could not afford to eat. He felt embarrassed and goosebumps all over his body.

Su Qi remembered what the store manager said before this, "Making money with art is just rolling in the mud." It is very dirty here and there are all kinds of methods.

Most people have sufficient comments and prefer to recognize the value of a work that has not been discovered by famous artists rather than a painting by an unknown person, but they would not expect that these two are the same thing.

Every place where there are high and low music always acts rampant, for fame and profit.

The senior looked at Tamami and his paintings.

"Your works are named by someone else's name, and you can really accept them in your heart."

Tammuki smiled, and that smile was bitter.

"The same painting, by my name, is a pile of waste paper that cannot be sold. In other people's names, it can be scrambled by collectors with a lot of money.

Have you seen this room? I could no longer afford the rent and was kicked out half a year ago. My persistence will only make me sleep on the streets until I starve to death... Maybe it's good to die, after all, there is a premise for famous artists to be dead."

Dead people are more famous than living people.

Tammy's seemingly joking language is bursting with a needle, and the so-called self-advocacy and elegance of art is a bloated deformity.

"Why do you say these easily? Do you have an agreement with Morishima?"

"But isn't he arrested now? I don't think we can continue next, and..."

As Tammy looked at his paintings, his eyes were very complicated.

"You're right, I still hope someone knows the truth and whose work is this."

...

PS: Ye Guan
Chapter completed!