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Chapter 552 Something Happened

[560] something happened
The sky-high price of billions of dollars,
Let this "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" become famous again.

Countless people came here especially to appreciate it carefully.

The Japanese old man who bid one billion dollars saw that he couldn't buy the painting with money, so he took a sneaky look and left here quickly.

However, what happened here was quickly recorded by the reporters on the side.

Afterwards, the newspaper gave the front page headline of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains",
The title of the article is "I wanted to buy a masterpiece at a sky-high price of one billion US dollars, but I was rejected."

This article continues yesterday's content again, reporting in detail that someone wants to buy "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" for a billion dollars, and it is also equipped with on-site photos.

At the end of the article, one of Ye Jiuxuan's works is once again regarded as a symbol of the rise of Huaguo's classical art works.

In the general impression of the world, the competing products of major auction houses have always been dominated by Western art, but it is exciting that Eastern art can now have such a price.

However, more people think that this is a hype and should not be true.

However, those who went to the scene and saw the painting soon came forward to testify.

This also triggered a large number of citizens of the imperial capital to enter the museum to watch the calligraphy and painting exhibition.

Their purpose is very clear, it is to see Ye Jiuxuan's masterpiece.

Of course, today is also the last day of the exhibition, so even more people came.

Finally, at six o'clock in the afternoon, the exhibition on the last day came to an end.

aside,
Confucius Wen still kept urging, and said in an almost pleading tone:
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, I beg you, please introduce me to Mr. Ye Jiuxuan, I am an old bone, I can't help it."

The corner of Feng Daozi's mouth twitched, quite proud, and couldn't help joking: "Old Kong, I didn't mean you. You are so old, you don't have this patience? You are more frizzy than young people!"

"What do you know, just because I am old and half of my body is buried in the ground, I don't want to leave any regrets."

"The introduction is fine, but as I said in advance, Mr. Ye Jiuxuan is a little arrogant, so you have to be patient." Feng Daozi was still afraid that Ye Xuan's temper would offend Confucius.

Confucius waved his hand: "I know, I know, master, you really should have such a character."

"However, Brother Feng, if you can introduce me, I will give you the picture of Tang Bohu's "Autumn Hunting Ladies" in my family's collection."

Feng Daozi was just joking, when he heard what Confucius said, he was overjoyed, and calmly picked up the "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" that had already been installed in the scroll. To please Feng Daozi, he took the first step, held the painting in his hand, and smiled: "Brother Feng, I'll get it for you, you must introduce me!"

Feng Daozi said as he walked out:
"Don't worry, let's send this calligraphy and painting back first, and I will take you to introduce it in a few days."

"Good!!" Confucius was overjoyed.

Feng Daozi nodded again, and the two walked out of the museum and came to the parking square, looking around for traces of their driver Xiao Wang, and sure enough, they saw Xiao Wang waving at him on the right, Feng Daozi nodded, signaling him to drive over.

Confucius carefully held the painting and stood beside him. This is a painting worth a billion dollars!

So precious!

Suddenly, he felt someone pulling the calligraphy and painting wrapped in his hand, he was startled, and subconsciously used all his strength to clamp the calligraphy and painting,
A strong force hit him on the back, and Confucius yelled and passed out on the ground. The attacker behind him quickly took the calligraphy and painting in his hand, and rushed into a white van next to him, roaring away.

It was already past 6 pm at this time, and the exhibition had ended, so there were not many people in front of the Museum Square.

The security guard at the gate of the museum saw it and hurriedly chased it out, but the van had disappeared. A security guard immediately called the police.

"Hey, 110, just now a white van hurt people at the gate of Hangzhou City Museum, yes, there is no license plate... I can't see clearly... that person is wearing a mask, his figure is nimble, and he is fleeting.
Please stop it quickly. The person under attack is Mr. Confucius Wen, a master in the academic world and the director of the Confucius Institute. "

Another security guard ran to Kong Ziwen quickly. They knew that Mr. Kong was not an ordinary person.

Feng Daozi, who was at the side, saw Kong Ziwen fell to the ground, quickly helped him up, and shouted anxiously: "Old Kong, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"

As soon as Xiao Wang backed out the car, he happened to see a person snatching the painting from Kong Ziwen through the rearview mirror. He was startled, and quickly got out of the car and ran to him:

"Old Feng, the painting is gone! Someone took the painting away!"

It was only then that Feng Daozi noticed that the "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in Kong Ziwen's hand had been snatched away.

But at this time, human life is at stake!
Confucius was bleeding from a quarrel, and his life and death were unknown. He didn't care about his calligraphy and painting, so he quickly carried him into the car and rushed to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, Feng Daozi immediately sent Lao Kong to the emergency room.

Only then did he have time to call Lao Kong's three sons and report the incident in detail.

Kong Mingyue, the eldest son of Confucius Wen, is the chairman of the Confucian Education and Culture Group, with a wealth of wealth.

The second son, Kong Zhengyue, is the president of the Imperial Academy of Culture, with a high position.

The third son, Kong Qingyue, inherited the mantle of Lao Kong and is also a famous academic.

"Ming, Zheng, and Qing" represent a bright mirror hanging high, awe-inspiring righteousness, and integrity.

It is the pursuit of Confucius all his life.

It is also his request for his three sons.

And his three sons are just like their names. They are all promising. They are engaged in business, politics, and academics. They span the three industries, work hard, and have made certain achievements.

"Hello, is this President Kong Mingyue? I'm your father's friend. Mr. Kong is in the hospital for first aid. He was attacked. He has just been sent to the emergency room, Ward 1 of No. 357 Civilian Hospital in the Imperial Capital."

"Hello, is that Dean Kong Zhengyue? Your father..."

"Hello, is this Professor Kong Qingyue? Your father..."

After making three phone calls in a row, Feng Daozi had time to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

He didn't expect that such a thing would happen in the square in front of the Imperial Capital Museum, and now Lao Kong is still unconscious.

Really anxious!

He had some self-blame in his heart. The other party obviously came for this painting, and he came prepared. If he was holding this painting at that time, he must be the one who was hurt!
Old Kong is completely blocking the gun for himself!

More than half an hour had passed while Feng Daozi waited anxiously, and the first to arrive were a few people's policemen.

"Hello, is the old Mr. Confucius Wen who was attacked inside? I'm Qi Tongwei, a policeman in this district." The thick-browed man in his 40s in front of him said.

Feng Daozi walked up to him quickly: "I am Feng Daozi, how is your investigation going?"

"Are you Master Feng Daozi?" Hearing this, Qi Tongwei was startled, and then showed a bitter smile: "The van that robbed you was abandoned near an abandoned dump, and it has been confirmed that it was a stolen one just reported yesterday car."

"Is the lost calligraphy and painting your work? If so, I will immediately report to the leader and ask the whole city to be alert."

Qi Tongwei knew that Feng Daozi, as a national treasure-level art master, one of his works, let alone tens of millions of soft sister coins!

This is no small fortune!
Feng Daozi shook his head: "It's not my work."

Hearing this, Qi Tongwei breathed a sigh of relief: "Uh, that's okay! I thought it was your old man's work! It would be a pity if it was robbed."

"Alas..." Feng Daozi sighed, "This work is a hundred times more precious than mine, and someone bid a billion dollars the day before yesterday!"

what?
A billion dollars?

"You...you're not kidding, are you?"

Hearing this, Qi Tongwei felt bitter at this moment, why was he so unlucky!
It's fine that the priceless painting was robbed, and now Mr. Confucius is still lying in the hospital, and his life and death are unknown.

Kong Lao is also a celebrity and veteran in the academic world, and his three sons are all promising.

What's more, the second son is still the dean of the Imperial College of Literature, and the whole family is a big boss, so... I have to give an explanation!
"I'm sorry for Lao Kong, I shouldn't let Lao Kong take that painting."

Feng Daozi looked sad: "Old Kong's three sons will come soon, and now he is still lying in the emergency room and his life and death are unknown. How can I face his son!"

He knew that he couldn't completely blame himself for this incident, but when he thought about it, he felt extremely guilty.

I'm sorry for both Ye Xuan and my old friend.

Qi Tongwei didn't say anything more. The most important thing now is that Mr. Kong is safe. Of course, the pursuit of criminals must continue.

However, if Mr. Kong was in danger, he could already imagine the anger of the Kong family. I'm afraid he, the policeman, was also to blame.

Several people were waiting anxiously in front of the operating room.

The sound of eager footsteps came, and three or four people walked over quickly, and they could feel a scent of books coming from a long distance away.

Three men, all over 40 years old, came walking quickly with a refined atmosphere.

"Hey!" Feng Daozi sighed again, and tremblingly greeted him: "You are the children of the old Kong's family, I'm sorry for the old Kong..."

As he said that, his eyes turned red, and tears were about to flow down.

Kong Zhengyue, the boss of the Kong family, hurriedly supported him with a calm voice:

"Mr. Feng, let's not talk about this, how is my dad doing now?"

He was going to Europe for inspection, but after receiving the call, he rushed over from the Imperial Capital Airport.

"It's been almost an hour, and there has been no news." Feng Daozi said.

After hearing this, the three sons of the Kong family became even more worried: "What's going on? Why would someone attack my dad? My dad never had any enemies in his life. Who would be against him?"

At this time, the driver Xiao Wang, who had been standing next to Feng Daozi without saying a word, said:
"I was backing up the car at the time, and I saw Kong Lao fell to the ground from the rearview mirror. The robber snatched the scroll from Kong Lao's hand, got in the car and ran away. I think the criminal's goal was to go to the calligraphy and painting. of."

"Calligraphy and painting? What calligraphy and painting?"

The three members of the Kong family usually have a lot of time to manage, so they don't have time to pay attention to the latest news and newspapers. Therefore, they don't know the "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" that has been hyped recently.

"It's the masterpiece reported in the newspaper recently, Master Ye Jiuxuan's "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". Confucius said it was a shocking work. It was exhibited in the Imperial Capital Museum a few days ago."

The three brothers of the Kong family were taken aback for a moment, and then said angrily:

"What calligraphy and painting? How much is it worth? It's unreasonable to hurt our old man just for a broken calligraphy and painting."

They didn't care about other things, they only cared about their old man's body, and now they saw someone go so far as to hurt their old man for a calligraphy and painting, and they were instantly furious.

The driver Xiao Wang was slightly unconvinced when he saw what the three of them said. He had seen the shock of the work with his own eyes:

"President Kong, Dean Kong, and Professor Kong, the three of you don't know anything. That calligraphy and painting is indeed a rare treasure. A few days ago, there was a person from Dongying who wanted to bid a billion dollars! At that time, many people saw it with their own eyes. arrive."

"One billion? US dollars!!"

When the three of them heard this, they were slightly shocked, but they also understood that in this society, there are people willing to do stupid things, let alone hundreds of millions, even millions, hundreds of thousands.

"good."

Qi Tongwei on the side nodded quickly, and immediately said:
"Mr. Kong, Dean Kong, Professor Kong, this robbery must have been premeditated, and the target was this calligraphy and painting. If you have more information about the calligraphy and painting, please provide them in time. I believe the robbers will definitely sell this calligraphy and painting. .”

Qi Tongwei was right. According to the normal way of thinking, the robbers must have robbed this priceless calligraphy and painting to sell it for money.

However, what he didn't know was that the "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map" was not only extremely valuable commercially, but also contained the pinnacle of kendo.

He thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Several people, the matter is very important. I want to go back and speed up the investigation of the case. I will leave two people here. If you have anything to do, you can tell them."

Kong Zhengyue nodded, put on the airs of a great leader, and said seriously:

"Captain Qi, the impact of this matter is extremely bad. In any case, it has seriously damaged the image of the city of the imperial capital. I hope you can solve this case as quickly as possible!"

"Yes!" Qi Dawei quickly saluted.

At this moment, the door of the emergency room was pushed open.
The brothers of the Kong family rushed up and grabbed the doctor's half arm: "Doctor, how is my father's illness?"

The doctor looked serious:
"We have tried our best. Your father already suffered from angina pectoris. This time, he was hit hard on the back of the heart, which caused bleeding in the chest cavity. We did not dare to perform a complete operation. We just cleaned up the congestion in front of him."

After a pause, the doctor's face became even more gloomy: "Although the patient is awake now, the situation is not optimistic. At most... it can last for five hours. You should be mentally prepared."

Saying that, shaking his head, the doctor left.

In an instant, the eyes of the Kong family turned red, and they couldn't bear it any longer. They rushed into the ward frantically, and looked at Confucius Wen, who was pale and angry, and burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)