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Chapter 3 [Painting Handover]

Early morning.

As the sky started to get bright, many talents got up in a daze.

For most people, it was just a noisy night.

They had no idea what was sensational in the entire sea market last night, but they heard that there were many police cars wandering outside.

A few people will receive a text message informing them that they are forced to cancel the exhibition due to a conflict between the organizer and the art gallery’s negotiation treaty, and all tickets sold will be returned to the original price.

In fact, the hole in the art museum was bombed was sealed overnight.

Moreover, the entire venue was closed on the grounds of decoration and maintenance. The head of the Maritime Art Association is negotiating and apologizing with the US Embassy in China.

Although the painting finally came back, it still caused a very big negative impact.

The huge compensation involved in this also exceeded tens of millions of yuan.

Of course, a large part of the compensation will be compensated by security companies and insurance companies.

...

Ah snee!

In a jeep, Dong Ergou was sitting in the passenger seat and rubbed his nose.

He didn't sleep all night last night, and he blew the wind all night on his motorcycle, and caught a cold accidentally.

Sun Yuan sat in the back row and leaned outside the car window, yawning and said in a daze: "So, it was Chen Dong who sent you a text message to leave the painting, right?

"Chen Dong was staring at the venue. He probably didn't want his mission to fail, so he had to make sure to recover the painting." Dong Ergou picked up a tissue and wiped his nose, then explained hoarsely: "Doing this should help maintain the police's trust in him."

Liang Fu reminded: "You all ignore one thing."

"That's how he knew my cell phone number."

As soon as these words came to a silence, everyone in the car fell into silence.

In case like them, in order to prevent tracking, they are basically transferred through several fake numbers.

And change your mobile phone number regularly, so it should not be known to others except for internal personnel.

Dong Ergou's mouth twitched slightly, "So we are actually being stared at all times, right?"

A sudden thud.

Several people looked at Zhong Xujie in unison.

Zhong Xujie waved in confusion and said, "No, don't look at me, I'm not a traitor."

After all, except for this guy in the car, it is impossible for anyone to leak the secret.

Sun Yuan glanced at the magician with a weak temper, and then murmured casually: "I'm afraid I have to recuperate for a while. The appearance of Chen Dong in the art gallery means that our actions have been predicted in advance."

"It's enough to happen once."

In fact, everyone can understand what he means.

Qi Xiaogou muttered helplessly: "The key is that the money gap has not been filled."

Dong Ergou said calmly: "If you don't have it, go back to Lincheng to take a look. I should be able to get some more over there."

You should know that fugitives like them can be said to be burning money all the time, otherwise they would not be able to do anything.

At this time, Zhong Xujie smiled and took out a roll of things from his body.

"So you have to rely on me at this time!"

"Look at what this is!"

Everyone looked at his hand again.

Zhong Xujie slowly unfolded a painting. It was a beautiful snow scene, and under the corner was the signature of a famous foreign painter.

Zhong Xujie's mouth raised slightly and explained: "This is a masterpiece of the German master Aifors in his childhood. Although it is only worth seven million US dollars on the market, it is nearly 30 million yuan in terms of conversion."

"I originally thought about collecting it myself, but now I can only use it to contribute."

Sun Yuan felt like he was a dog, and he asked, "Is this also taken from the art museum?"

Zhong Xujie smiled shyly, touched his head before explaining: "I bought the "Blackboard" from the 'painter' that day. I studied it for a long time and found that his paintings were really good. I remembered that there was a work in the gallery that was also from the exhibition."

"I took advantage of the time I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes and went back to buy the fake painting."

"When I sneaked out of the art gallery, I spent a little time to get the genuine product out of the bag, and I shouldn't be discovered for a while."

Liang Fu shook his head laughed and cried. This guy was really deadly, and he was caught if he was not lucky.

He raised his eyebrows and said to Qi Xiaogou, "Go to Yunnan first."

"Yunnan?"

"Why?"

Everyone looked at Liang Fu curiously.

Liang Fu was not ready to tell everyone the truth, but just said softly: "I heard that fake banknotes in Yunnan have been in full swing recently. Let's see if our magician can change the real thing for us."

"Yeah, it's a bit interesting!"

Sun Yuan also took out a cigarette happily.

...

The art gallery was very noisy.

Many art painting appraisal experts gathered together to check whether other works were dropped.

After all, if such a thing happens, no one dares to be careless.

"Mr. Xu, how do you think of this painting?"

"The spirit is smooth and the pen is so beautiful!"

An old man next to him with reading glasses and a magnifying glass also made a firm judgment: "This should be a real work. I have never seen any imitation that can reach this level of fineness."

“…”

After about three hours, the identification experts finally dispersed slowly.

An old senior in the industry walked out of the art gallery with white hair and beards, and the full-time driver was waiting outside.

The driver looked only twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He got out of the car with a smile and opened the car door for the old man, helped the old senior get on the car, and then asked casually: "Is it going well?"

Mr. Xu smiled and sighed: "Oh, it's really a joke, I almost got stolen."

With a snap.

The car door closed, the driver returned to the driver's seat, and slowly started the car.

He asked casually: "I heard that the painting has been retrieved, is there any other problem?"

"It should...no problem!" Mr. Xu narrowed his eyes and muttered: "It's the snow scene picture. I remember that the first time I saw it was flawed, and this time I didn't pick it out."

The driver immediately joked: "Oh, don't force yourself, you may remember it wrong. After all, there is no problem with the experts present."

Mr. Xu suddenly raised his head and smiled, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, I guess I might have remembered it wrong."

"I'm old, I don't have a good memory!"

The car drove slowly on the road, turned a corner and disappeared outside the art gallery.

Naturally, no one can guess that the famous "Mr. Painter" who is famous among the masters of art painting imitation will appear here.

He also serves as the driver for the authoritative Mr. Xu, who is picking up and dropping in and out throughout the journey.
Chapter completed!
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