The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 54 I am a good stickman

"Don't you understand that?"

Beverly looked at Monica in surprise, with an expression of 'you really don't understand'.

"Why do you say that to me if you don't believe it yourself?"

Monica stared at Beverly bitterly.

"As a scientist, I can tell the truth from the truth, but that doesn't mean I can't use it to explain your situation."

Beverly said frankly: "Your parents believe in this very stupidly, so I use this stupid theory to explain your doubts, but it is very correct. Is there anything incomprehensible?"

"Don't be sad, there are many stupid parents."

When Little Sheldon heard this, he thought he felt the same way and nodded to Monica.

"..."

Monica was speechless.

She was so stupid, how could she be opened up and cry like that by such a bastard, and it was so embarrassing in front of Chuck.

If there is a seam in the ground now, she simply wants to get in and forget it.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's go into the room first."

Professor Alicia Harper greeted dumbfoundedly.

The crowd followed her in.

The house is not big or small, and the decoration inside is not luxurious, but it reveals a style of literature and art. The only fly in the ointment is that Professor John Harper is sitting sloppily on a pile of messy books, holding a book and muttering .

"John, here they come!"

Professor Alicia Harper smiled apologetically at everyone, and then called out.

"Ok?"

After shouting three times in a row, Professor John Harper raised his head and looked over. When he saw the three of Chuck, he stood up with bright eyes. Because he was too fast, he almost didn't fall. After he stabilized his body, he lowered his head and said to everyone : "Great, you are here."

Then he glanced at Peggy: "You must be Peggy? Are you the third one to solve it?"

"No, I'm the second!"

Peggy glanced at Little Sheldon with a half-smile.

Little Sheldon was furious, but he couldn't refute this.

"This is my manuscript, it's a gift."

Peggy handed over her manuscript.

"well."

Professor John Harper took the manuscript and read it immediately, and there was no one in his eyes.

"You sit down first."

Professor Alicia Harper smiled wryly: "John is like this, he has no time to greet you for the time being, you can do whatever you want."

"Understand, this is what a scientist should look like."

Beverly nodded in praise, and handed over a bottle of red wine in her hand: "This is a gift, and it's a custom to visit as a guest."

"Thank you."

Professor Alicia Harper took it and put away the red wine.

"Chuck, what's your gift?"

Peggy's question drew everyone's attention to Chuck: "A painting?"

It was only then that everyone noticed that Chuck was holding a pair of scrolls in his hand, which looked like the kind specially designed for painting.

"Ah."

Chuck nodded and handed over the scroll in his hand.

"Thank you."

Professor Alicia Harper took a deep look at Chuck, took the scroll, and prepared to put it away.

"Aren't you going to open it and have a look?"

Peggy smiled: "We want to meet too, don't we, Mona?"

"Ah."

Monica stared at the scroll, very curious about what painting Chuck sent.

Professor Alicia Harper glanced at Chuck inquiringly, seeing that he did not refuse, and under the curious eyes of everyone, he opened the scroll, revealing an oil painting inside.

"This……"

Professor Alicia Harper hesitated.

"what happened?"

Monica asked anxiously, "What kind of painting is this?"

Although Monica, the thief who stole her credit card, likes art, she also had an art dream since she was a child, but the time is too short, and she has no understanding of various works of art.

But she could see that Mrs. Alicia Harper was very fond of the picture, and it looked very valuable.

This is not good news.

Now she has to determine how valuable this painting is.

"Professor Harper likes oil painting?"

Peggy glanced at Chuck and asked with a smile.

"Ah."

Professor Alicia Harper lingered on the oil painting, nodded and said, "This is Pollock's Free Form 1946."

"Pollock?"

Beverly asked in surprise, "Is it the representative work of Jackson Pollock, the well-respected American abstract expressionist painting master in the art world?"

"you know?"

Little Sheldon looked at Beverly in surprise.

"I heard."

Beverly said calmly: "You know, scientists will always meet those rich people who like to be arty, and they like to show off."

"It is!"

Little Sheldon nodded in agreement.

"This is not the real thing, is it?"

Beverly asked Monica's heartfelt thoughts: "If it is an authentic work, I heard it is worth more than ten million dollars."

"what?!"

Monica was dumbfounded.

What is the concept of a painting worth more than ten million dollars?

Fake, definitely fake.

But Monica was not happy at all.

Even if it is a fake painting, it reveals a lot. At least Chuck knows what Professor Alicia Harper likes.

"It's not authentic."

Professor Alicia Harper nodded.

"Even if it's not authentic, I'm afraid it's not cheap, right?"

Peggy hits the nail on the head.

"Ah."

Professor Alicia Harper withdrew her gaze and looked at Chuck with a complicated expression: "This copied oil painting can almost be faked. The artistic level is very high. Even if it is not authentic, it is worth more than [-] US dollars. Such a precious gift , I can't accept it!"

"Ten thousand dollars..."

Monica muttered numbly.

"The value of art is inflated."

Chuck shook his head: "Actually, this painting is only worth $24.5."

"Really?"

Monica's eyes regained their vitality.

"I never tell a lie."

Chuck frowned.

"I believe you."

Monica quickly explained, but the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be stopped.

$24.5 is a completely different concept from at least $[-].

One is an ordinary gift, and the other is a malicious favor.

"Even so, I still can't accept it."

Professor Alicia Harper shook her head.

She likes oil paintings and other works of art, and has a very high appreciation for these things, and knows the true value of this oil painting.

"$24.5...Did you draw this yourself?"

Peggy's eyes flashed: "The $24.5 is the money for the paper and ink of the oil painting?"

"Correct."

Chuck glanced at Peggy and nodded.

"Did you draw it?"

Professor Alicia Harper was stunned for a moment, then looked at the masterpieces of famous paintings that were almost fake, and said in disbelief: "How did you do it?"

"I'm pretty good with the stick."

Chuck said calmly.

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

The corner of Monica's mouth even twitched, because she was the only person present with a more normal mind, and her age also made her more prone to misthinking.

"It's incredible."

After listening to Professor Alicia Harper, she didn't have so many crooked associations, but just nodded with exclamation.

Because the original Jackson Pollock style of this painting is to dip a stick or a nib into a jar of enamel and aluminum paint, and then drop or throw the color onto the canvas nailed to the ground, using intuition and experience on the canvas. Painting, no structure, no central line disorder.

That is to say, a few doodles in the eyes of ordinary people.

Chuck said that he has good stick skills, and he heard from Professor Alicia Harper that Chuck often copied Jackson Pollock's works.

(End of this chapter)