Almighty painter

Chapter 756 Azai
Basong was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know what the problem was.

There is no doubt that Basong is an expert in this field. It is not only the counterfeiters who understand this principle that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. As a master of black material, Basong realized many years ago how to tell "real lies" in order to most touch people's hearts.

He is like a spider spitting out silk, twisting the truth and lies together to weave a thin and unbreakable web. All the targets he has targeted are tightly bound in the whirlpool of public opinion like moths, drowning them to death, and then obtaining nutrients and "food" from their corpses.

Basong has been hunting for many years and has killed countless moths with his entanglement, and he has never failed.

He was called out by his employer on the spot, saying that the negative information he collected was problematic and almost impossible to come across.

"Is there any information I don't know?"

He walked back and asked cautiously, "Gu Weijing was in Yangon at the time, and he did have continuous contact with Brother Hao. Where is the logical loophole?"

“Loophole.”

Liu Ziming didn't look at him. He picked up an egg-shaped antique lighter from the coffee table and stared at the TV screen calmly.

"It's not a loophole. Just think of it as a little bit of... intuition."

“It’s empty.”

"empty?"

Liu Ziming said slowly, "My teacher likes to collect records, and I also like to collect some exquisite gadgets occasionally. Because of the design and cotton core wire of the old antique lighter, its sealing effect depends on the slight angle of the metal cover pressing the cotton core every time the button is released, which has a certain randomness. There is a certain probability that the kerosene will evaporate from the top of the cotton wire where it contacts the air, but other times it will be fine."

"So, every time I pick up a lighter that has been put away for a while, I always find it interesting. There are two different possibilities in front of me. When I press the button connected to the flint, either a flame will burn from it, or this seemingly exquisitely carved jar will be empty inside."

“True or false. Empty or real. No one knows the answer until I press the button. But after playing this game many times, I have a hunch, and I rarely guess wrong.”

Liu Ziming took the computer's memory card out of the card reader.

Use a small pair of tweezers next to the tobacco to hold it.

"Mr. Basong, guess what. The last time I came to this house was three months ago. The servants would not fill it with kerosene without permission. Do you think it has evaporated now, or is there still some fuel left to ignite a few times?"

Liu Ziming put the SD card held by tweezers into the nozzle of the lighter. Combined with the round enamel relief bottle of the antique lighter, it looked like he was holding an exquisite alcohol lamp in his hand and doing a strange chemical experiment.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, please don't..."

Basong couldn't keep up with Liu Ziming's unfathomable train of thought. The moment he realized what the other party was about to do, he was immediately shocked.

Hey.

The words had barely left his mouth.

Liu Ziming had already resolutely pressed the button of the lighter in his hand.

The metal sealing valve at the front end of the kowtow machine was lifted up, and the magnesium flint was turning. Basong clearly saw that a few bright sparks were thrown into the air and fell on the cotton core due to the friction of the black rolling stone.

For a moment, his breathing stopped.

next second.

Basong found that no large flame appeared, and nothing happened except for a few fleeting sparks.

Liu Ziming let go and the sealing cover of the lighter closed.

Basong let out a deep breath.

Theoretically, the bag of US dollars was already in his arms, and his employer's sudden seizure had nothing to do with him. However, he was almost in cardiac arrest because of Mr. Liu's unexpected action.

"very good."

Liu Ziming turned his head to look at Basong and smiled gently.

"You are a reliable person. I think you really followed our agreement and there are no other copies except the one you gave me."

“That’s good.”

Basong's eye twitched.

"Mr. Liu, there's no need to be like this. Really, this joke is not funny, not funny at all."

"Relax, it's just a game. I'm always pretty good at this." Liu Ziming's voice was as soft as usual. "My intuition tells me that this exquisite jar is empty. The jar in my hand is like this, and the political commentator in front of me is like this. He is passionate and seems to be filled with some kind of anger, but I know he is lying. He is not as indignant as he looks. That video -"

"--it is the same."

"It seemed flawless and flawless, as if every word was the truth, but I could feel that he was empty inside. The emotions he expressed when he talked about Gu Weijing and Kara were empty. His jealousy and boasting were also empty. So, I guess he must have lied."

Liu Ziming thought for a moment and said, "If I have to give a definite reason, it's the painting 'Old Church in a Thunderstorm'... It doesn't look like a work that was created by teamwork and division of labor. However, it also tends to be an intuitive feeling."

"Mr. Liu, your perception is so sharp. It's amazing. It's like magic."

Basong took a step forward and exclaimed: "Such intuition is really enviable. There may not be even one person in ten thousand who can possess such an ability..."

"No need to compliment me."

The middle-aged man saw what Basong was thinking.

The other party is actually expressing it in a euphemistic way. Intuition is something that cannot be relied upon.

Because almost no one in the public has such a sharp intuition as Liu Ziming, it is too much to ask to use something as far-fetched as intuition as evidence to accuse Basong of providing insufficient evidence for the negative information he provided.

"I'm not criticizing you for doing a bad job. They are all very strong evidence. So I have already given you the money. I am just asking you an extra question."

"answer me."

"Basong, you have provided countless negative information over the years, some true, some false, some half true, it doesn't matter, I won't make any moral judgments. I also don't want to pry too much into how you got these videos. You have your own way of working, it doesn't matter. I just want to know one thing, from your perspective, is this thing true?"

Liu Ziming stared at Basong's face.

"True or false."

"I just want a basic answer."

Basong stood there hesitating.

Since Liu Ziming paid him to find the dirty laundry about Gu Weijing's paper fraud, he judged that the other party most likely wanted to hear the answer "true".

Based on Basong's experience, he also felt that this incident might be true.

The plan he had made in advance was to link Gu Weijing's paper with Brother Hao. The downfall of Brother Hao, the forgery godfather of the underground art world, at this delicate juncture was clearly a godsend.

Now that all kinds of chain reactions were in a mess, it would be too easy for him to just touch around and bribe a kitten or a puppy to bite Gu Weijing.

He's not a detective.

He is a paparazzi.

All the paparazzi wanted was material that sounded scary enough. So the last video Liu Ziming saw was actually the first one Basong planned to record, just to frame Gu Weijing and Haoge for some unspeakable secret.

Basong's original plan was to be completely unreasonable and just bite Gu Weijing directly on the spot.

As a result, I went to the place and conducted investigations.

He discovered that without his guidance, several of Brother Hao's men seemed to really know Gu Weijing, and some had even seen Gu Weijing in the Xihe Guild Hall!
This prompted Basong to find a way to obtain the surveillance footage in the Xihe Club and information about the confiscated Bentley.

The Basong people are numb!

He felt like someone who had bought some melodrama on the street, preparing to perform some tricks and pretend to be a ghost to scare ignorant men and women, but as he was acting, he found that he had really summoned a ghost from nowhere.

The irony is that -

He was not afraid at all.

That guy is just an 18-year-old nobody. He is clearly trying to mess with him, so what? What can he do to himself? He can bite himself back if he wants.

As a result, I realized that there might really be something going on between Gu Weijing and Brother Hao.

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Instead, he felt a little bit scared.

He did not dare to use many more extreme means, and when trying to seduce the people around the other party, he only dared to hint at bribery in a euphemistic way. After being blocked, he did not repeatedly pester them.

He became extremely cautious in his style of doing things. Apart from the copy he gave to Liu Ziming, he also destroyed all copies of the document as agreed.

Mr. Liu has a big family and a great fortune, so he doesn't care about him.

What if any news is leaked from his side? Gu Weijing can ask Brother Hao to send him a Bentley. What if he can also send a gunman to Bangkok to catch him and secretly shoot him?
Think before and after.

Basong's answer was also very shrewd like a paparazzi.

"I...I don't know."

"I don't know?" Liu Ziming seemed unconvinced.

"I really don't know. Mr. Liu, if you want to get dirt on someone, then I am the most professional, but I am not a private detective after all." Basong admitted honestly: "I told you that I am your Alozo. Alozo's job is only to find evidence that can be used to issue an arrest warrant when someone is to be arrested. It will be in the glove box of the other party's car. My job is only to give you what you want on time."

"As for whether such evidence is true or false, or even whether the other party is guilty, it is not the job of the paparazzi. It is the job of the judge."

Basong's tone was quite frank. "I'm just a paparazzi, and you are a truly professional artist. You are much more professional than me in judging whether an art paper is fake or not, and whether a painting is a forgery or not. You are more suitable to be the judge."

"What I can tell you is that the video you saw is half true and half false. The last one is indeed false. Although the previous ones have a certain degree of misleading elements, including the surveillance footage of Xihe Hall, they can generally be considered true."

He scratched his head.

He added one more sentence.

"Of course, to be honest, after being in this business for a long time, if there is anything I can learn from experience, it is that perhaps lies are not necessarily false. The truth does not always necessarily represent the truth."

"What is true and what is false is something that is difficult to guess."

Liu Ziming sat there silently, playing with the antique lighter in his hand.

a long time.

He must have been convinced by Basong's words.

Liu Ziming put the lighter aside and nodded: "Okay, you can leave now."

Basong walked out of the living room holding the handbag.

He was very nervous, but this time, no one called out to him from behind until he got into a taxi leaving Bukit Timah.

……

Liu Ziming sat alone on the soft sofa in the villa.

The middle-aged man leaned against the backrest.

Truth and lies.

What is true, what is false, what is empty, and what is real?
Facing the information between his knees, the dark computer screen, and the memory cards on the coffee table, he felt like he was facing a delicate "lighter", wondering if an orange-red flame would come out from the nozzle the moment he pressed the button.

Liu Ziming was thinking about his problems while casually staring at the TV screen.

It is more interesting to watch this kind of program in silence than to listen to the experts chattering on about the same old things.

His waving arms were like a rock musician beating the drums rhythmically, or like some strange mechanical dance. Liu Ziming watched silently, allowing the silent roar to occupy all the space beside his ears, enveloping him completely, and then turning into silence as he was lost in thought.

In the silence that followed, the whole world seemed to be alienated.

True and false.

It is an illusory thing that is difficult to guess.

"It's so boring."

Liu Ziming suddenly felt bored and threw the documents on his lap aside.

Whether it was true or false, whether it was submitted to Oil Painting magazine or not, at least in this sudden moment, Liu Ziming lost all interest in Gu Weijing.

He closed his eyes.

The long street is filled with bustling crowds, colorful spots of light, a mother running behind her child, slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and a red inverted "Fu" character swaying on the hawker's cart beside her.

The vulgar memories came back to him again.

Still so clear.

He took out a box of matches from the small cabinet next to the coffee table, put the pipe in front of him in his mouth, and lit a match.

Liu Ziming was too lazy to use cedar wood chips to start the fire. He simply took a puff and lit the pressed tobacco with the long-handled match in his hand.

The tobacco is carbonized in the smoke.

He exhaled slowly.

A cloud of white smoke, much stronger than that of ordinary cigarettes, came out from between Liu Ziming's lips.

The moment the smoke enveloped him, Liu Ziming huddled on the sofa, as if he had returned to twenty years ago again, when he was sitting on the large sofa-like seat of the old Lexus sedan, and the wind was pouring in through the half-open windows.

And that sound——

"Ah-zi."

(End of this chapter)