One person's royal painting

Chapter 334 Warehouse and Oil Painting

Zhao Fangxu was so optimistic about Huang Ning, Wang didn't expect it.

And what made the king a little speechless the most was, could it be that the king couldn't see such an obvious act of mixing sand?
What's the matter, bring Huang Ning in to add trouble to the members of the four families, and then create a separatist regime?
"Do you like it..."

Zhao Fangxu shook his head: "In the final analysis, it is because of my own strength."

strength...

Wang Bing suddenly recalled that he had just received the news some time ago that Huang Ning broke through to the Grand Master, and his strength had a qualitative leap.

Looking at it this way, it is not unreasonable for Zhao Fangxu to focus on him again.

"This matter, I still say the same thing. I can't make the decision. If you want to talk about me, the better the 'guy', the better, right? The cake is only that big, and it will be troublesome if there are too many people."

Wang Bing started to play Tai Chi with Zhao Fangxu, "I think, instead of doing ideological work for me here, you might as well try to persuade the two big names, Lord Lu and Lord Lu, right? I'm not qualified enough."

Before Zhao Fangxu could continue, Wang Bing looked at Zhao Fangxu and said, "Mr. Zhao, please take me to see those 'collections'!"

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Zhao Fangxu got up slowly, called a scientific researcher, and said, "In that case, please, my lord!"

"It's work!"

After saying goodbye to Zhao Fangxu, Wang Bing strode out of the reception room.

After Wang Bing and the scientific researcher got on the elevator, the corners of Wang Bing's mouth raised slightly.

This Zhao Fangxu really regarded himself as a baby, thinking that like Zhang Chulan, he was not sensitive enough to this aspect.

However, he Wang didn't say it was taught by Wang Ai, and he knew these powers to some extent.

It is estimated that if it was a young man in the alien circle, seeing Zhao Fangxu's posture, he might be "tearful of gratitude" and then have an impulse to "die with a confidant".

Anyway, Wang Bing has an attitude here, no matter what Zhao Fangxu says, Huang Ning must not join the gang.

Ding!
Following the sound of the elevator arriving at the station, the leading researcher looked at Wang and said, "Mr. Wang, we have arrived..."

The elevator door opened slowly, and an extremely well-protected door appeared in front of Wang Bing.

Alien guards, infrared rays, special warehouses...

"Unexpectedly, this batch of hidden treasures is quite popular!"

Wang Bing looked at the gate in front of him and said, "It took a lot of money to build this place..."

"It's true!"

The researcher said lightly: "Before, there was a nasty theft incident in the company, so under the arrangement of Mr. Zhao, the things obtained from Tongtian Valley were put here..."

"There are so many good things in the company!"

Looking at these weird things that appeared in front of him, Wang couldn't help sighing: "It's good to rely on the country..."

"Mr. Wang was joking..."

The scientific researcher said expressionlessly: "All the real good things are in the hands of your big families."

After the two walked around the corner, the researcher said, "My lord, everything is here, please!"

Wang Bing looked around at the surrounding objects, and sure enough, as Mei Jinfeng said, there were some old ornaments inside, and Wugensheng had a wide range of interests and hobbies.

However, Wang didn't stay long on it, and quickly turned his gaze to the oil painting on the side.

only……

If there is one person missing, it is naturally the portrait of Feng Baobao when he was a child.

Wang Bing also knew in his heart that there were people from Qu Tong in the company, and his rank was not low. It would not be difficult to steal such a painting.

As for what Xu Xin said about Dou Ruchang's legacy, I guess it can't be anything else, it should be these paintings... right...

Wang Bing carefully looked at the paintings in front of him, and he had to say that they really looked like the popular oil paintings in Europe in the last century.

Wang Bing also learned a lot of this style in his previous life, but in this life, because of his family environment, he had to focus on traditional Chinese painting.

It would be a little difficult to pick up an oil painting, but let's talk about it...

Wang Bing noticed that one of the portraits was particularly different, which immediately attracted Wang Bing's attention.

Among these oil paintings, one looks the same as the other oil paintings from the outside, but as an expert in this field, Wang Bing can tell at a glance that this is a painting deliberately painted according to the Western oil painting style in the way of traditional Chinese painting.

Among the 36 people, it seems that only the old man Dou Ruchang is the only one to talk about the painter.

"Just this painting..."

As soon as Wang Bing turned his head, he saw the scientific researcher standing beside Wang Bing. He straightened his glasses and looked at the painting in front of him and said, "As expected, the handwriting of this painting is quite different..."

"Oh, did Professor Zhang see it too?" Wang Bing asked curiously.

"It's nothing..."

Professor Zhang shook his head and said, "I have also been engaged in the study of ancient mural paintings before, and I know a little about these things. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to tell them apart for a while."

"Oh? You mean..."

"The qi line is crooked!" Professor Zhang said lightly.

!!!

It was only then that Wang Bing noticed that the black gas like cooking smoke had been ignited on his body at some point.

"This is amazing..."

Wang Bing came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the painting and said: "It seems that this is correct, please trouble Professor Zhang, I want to take this painting away!"

……

"gone?"

After Professor Zhang came to Zhao Fangxu's office, Zhao Fangxu also put down the documents in his hand and asked, "Which paintings were taken?"

"Only one copy was taken away. If it wasn't for that brat, none of us would have discovered the specialness of that painting." Professor Zhang replied truthfully.

"Well, hard work!"

After Professor Zhang withdrew, Zhao Fangxu also stood up slowly, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, looked up at the endless stream of vehicles below, and heaved a long sigh, "This circle is going to be chaotic after all... "

"This time, are you sure you want to recruit so many people?"

Director Su, who was sitting on the side, finally said at this time: "This action is not small. The seven districts will act together. Didn't you say that you want to invite that President Qu to come and talk first?"

"Talking is definitely going to happen!"

Zhao Fangxu turned around, sat down again, and said: "If this ceremony is not good, you can use the troops, right... Ten Guys, oh no, now it should be called Nine Guys. Attracting the past, this moment is an opportunity, that thing can't exist..."

"Indeed, there are more than eighty aliens...I'm afraid there are not so many aliens on Longhu Mountain."

Director Su nodded. There are only three No. 40 on Longhu Mountain, and there are more than eighty strangers under Qu Tong's subordinates for no reason. This is really no joke.

(End of this chapter)